Ray Todd - The naughty nieces

"Well," he grinned. "Maybe you won't have to do it much longer. Heather's getting old enough to fuck."

Pam almost heaved with revulsion as she watched her uncle leave the room. If it was the last thing she ever did, Pam vowed that she'd never let the perverted bastard ruin little Heather's life like he'd destroyed hers.

Pam wasted no lime, and three days later she and her little sister arrived at a city in a near-by state. Explaining to Heather that they were going away for a while, Pam had packed most of their belongings into the car Uncle Walter had given her for her eighteenth birthday, and after leaving him a note of explanation, the girls quickly headed out of town. Pam had saved almost five hundred dollars, enough to tide them over until she could get a job.

Arriving in the new city, Pam had rented a small apartment for them, glad it was summer so she wouldn't have to worry about enrolling Heather in school until the fall. Pam, herself, still had one more year of high school to finish, but that didn't seem so important to her now.

Pam had been studying typing and bookkeeping in school and she quickly found a job as an assistant accountant in a local radio station. There were just a handful of employees, and the young blonde immediately liked them all. They all made her feel so much at home, especially Dan Wheeler, the owner and manager of the station. He was a handsome man in his early fifties with a thick head of silver hair. There was a soft kindness in his gray eyes that Pam found very fascinating.

Another person she liked very much was Nick Porter, the program director. Nick was a handsome, dark-haired young man in his early thirties who was very quiet and reserved.

The only person she didn't particularly care for was Linda Stebbing, an attractive middle-aged redhead who was Mr. Wheeler's secretary. Although Linda was exceptionally sweet to Pam, the woman seemed awfully possessive with her boss.

One day when Linda was home with a cold, Dan Wheeler asked Pam to come into his office.

"Good morning, Pam," he beamed when she entered. "Do you take dictation?"

"No, Mr. Wheeler," she nervously answered.

"Well," smiled the man, pointing to a couch. "I'll dictate very slowly and you can take it down in long hand."

Handing her a pad and pencil, he began speaking slow and distinct as he walked around the room.

"Am I talking too fast?" he asked a few minutes later.

"Not at all, Mr. Wheeler," she replied. "This is just fine."

When the man had finished dictating the letter, he moved over and sat down next to Pam on the couch.

"How old are you, Pam?" he suddenly asked.

"Eighteen," she answered in a hushed voice. "Almost nineteen."

"You're a very lovely girl," he continued.

"Thank you, Mr. Wheeler."

"Do you like your job here?" he asked, gently resting his hand on her knee. Because of the hot summer weather, Pam wasn't wearing hose and the soft bareness of her flesh sent a shiver throughout the man's body.

"I like it very much," she stammered, shocked that the man was touching her bare skin above her knee.

"I hope we'll always be close friends," whispered the man, running his hand up under her short skirt.

"Mr. Wheeler!" she gasped. "What are you doing?"

"There, there, darling," he tried to calm her. "Just relax."

"But you mustn't do this," exclaimed Pam. "This isn't right… oooh, Mr. Wheeler."

When his persistent finger rubbed against her soft warm pussy through the thin material of her panties, the girl let out a soft moan and unconsciously spread her thighs further apart for him. She knew it was wrong, but the touch of his finger against her pussy had aroused the girl just as her uncle had always done.

"Oh, you sweet darling," he hotly whispered. "Do you like having your pussy touched?"

"Oooooooh, yes, Mr. Wheeler," she whimpered. "Just keep doing it."

Completely turned on by the feel of his hand on her crotch, Pam's head was lolling from side to side against the back of the sofa, her big blue eyes glowing with excitement. Her brain was spinning as he expertly stroked her blue panty crotch, his finger rubbing her hard clitoris just at the top of her oozing slit.

Panting excitedly, the man pushed her skirt and slip up above her lap so he could get a better view of her panty-clad body. Dropping to his knees in front of her, he began stroking the soft flesh of her bare inner thighs. Slipping his hand up through the elastic leg bands of her panties, he pulled the pretty girl forward until she was sitting on the front edge of the couch. Then grasping her ankles he spread her thighs further apart and lifted them high in the air.

Pam couldn't believe, her boss could possibly treat her this way, and with her legs spread shamelessly open in the air, she softly whimpered from the wanton throbs of pleasure that were coursing through her body.

Trembling with excitement, the silver-haired station manager was hungrily licking the insides of her tasty thighs, his hot wet tongue working up and down between her knees and her panty-covered crotch. Pressing his nose against the hot damp nylon, he inhaled the pungent scent of her horny little cunt.

"Oh, you're so sweet and young," he panted, his mouth working lewdly on the juice-soaked crotch of her little blue panties.

Holding her legs wide apart and high in the air, her cute panty-clad asscheeks were deliciously exposed beneath the thin material. Moaning with desire, he began rubbing his face against the softness of her darling little butt.

Wildly flopping her head against the back of the sofa, her long blonde hair was flying crazily as she passionately enjoyed the hot, wet excitement of his tongue.

"Oh, you sweet darling," the man panted, resting the back of her knees over his shoulders as he pressed his hot mouth against the thin crotch of her panties. Moaning softly, the aroused man was kissing and sucking on her delicious little pussy through the thin material.

"Ooooooooh, Mr. Wheeler!" she shamelessly cried out. "Take my panties off!"

Anxious to bury his face in the hot wetness of her naked cunt, he quickly curled his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled down. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw the juicy pink cuntlips of her little gold-fringed slit.

Spreading her legs further apart, he excitedly watched her pussy open for him, her slippery cuntlips swollen with desire. Never had a pussy looked so hot and wet, or smelled so incredibly good. Taking a deep breath, the man pressed his face into the sopping warmth of her slit.

"Oh, slit!" shrieked Pam, feeling like climbing the walls as he began licking her dripping cunt.

She knew it was wrong to let this man use her body, but at least it wasn't incest as it was with her uncle, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she squealed with joy, her hips writhing and bucking all over the couch as she frantically rubbed her wet, hot pussy all over his face.

"D'ya like it, honey!" he excitedly asked, temporarily coming up for air.

"God, yes," she panted. "But now I wanna be fucked."

"Are you serious?" he gasped.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Wheeler," sobbed the turned-on blonde. "Stick your prick in me."

Quickly standing up, he began removing his clothes. The man had thought the young teen-ager would let him feel her up a bit and lick her pussy, but he'd never dreamed she would let him screw her.

By the time he was undressed, Pam had taken the rest of her clothes off and was spread out nakedly on the sofa, excitedly waiting for his hard cock.

"Hurry," she whispered. "I've never wanted anything so badly in my life."

With his thick rod throbbing up arrogantly from between his legs, the man lowered himself down over her deliciously naked body. Reaching beneath her, he cupped her asscheeks in his palms and pulled her up tighter against him. He could feel his bloated cockhead rubbing against the hot wet lips of her drooling twat. Then pressing forward, the blunt head of his enormously swollen boner poked against her little teen-age slit.