Vince Marcos: The office girls

"Tell her to get her ass in here first thing she gets back," Marsha ordered her.

"Yes, Miss Stewart."

Marsha scowled as she leaned back in her chair. That Carole Harris was good for shit, that's what she was! she fumed. She paid that girl seven hundred and fifty dollars a month to be her secretary, not to pretend she was Moses parting the Red Sea.

The manuscripts on her desk were scattered about recklessly. She snatched one up and started to read it, hoping to get her mind off her runaway secretary. The one she was reading was a love story about a nymphomaniac and a speedy-playing harmonica player, and how he was able to hit HER high notes. Oh, CHRIST! she grimaced, throwing it aside. What next!

A half-hour later, Carole Harris, tall, blonde and out of breath, came rushing into Marsha's office with a steno pad.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Miss Stewart…" she gasped.

Marsha indicated that she close the door. After she did so, her boss was at ease, leaning against the side of her desk. "What's all this 'Miss Stewart' crap? I thought that was only in front of the others."

Carole brushed a thick lock of hair from her face and looked down. "I'm sorry, Marsha, I…"

Marsha put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it.

"What is there to be sorry about, darling? Did the drug store have a run on Tampax?"

"Marsha, don't do this to me…" Carole begged her. "Please."

"I wouldn't dream of passing up the chance," Marsha snapped. "Tell me, Carole, is nil that office gossip true? Does the great Steven Hayes have a long dick? I mean, I've heard the rumors about how well-hung he is, so I've often been curious to find out."

"Marsha, please listen…"

"I'm not listening to any more bullshit from you!" she hissed. "I've let things go far enough. Christ, I don't even know who to believe."

"I don't even care for him," Carole tried to explain. "All we did was go out for lunch…"

Marsha slipped next to her and kissed her on the cheek. Her hand reached out and cupped Carole's tit. The nipple was hard and throbbing. Marsha smiled and kissed Carole again, this time giving the kiss a sucking sensation. Carole closed her eyes and groaned. "D-Don't stop… that feels good…"

Marsha's fingers slid down to Carole's crotch and rubbed. A wet warmness could be felt. "Tell me, darling, does Steven do this to you? Or this?"

Carole shook her head. "N-No, we don't… didn't do anything… nothing…"

Marsha sucked along her neck, stroking Carole's cunt-mound with tender movements. Carole became like putty in her hands, her possession once again. Foolish Steven Hayes, thinking he could go around and drop his load into all the girls in the office. She had heard that loud-mouth Dolly Ebert mentioning to one of the other girls that Steven had his hooks set on Carole. Well, that stud had another thing coming. If he thought he could take Carole away from her, he was plum out of his fucking mind. Marsha and Carole had been lovers for a long time. A very long time. Even though Marsha was her boss, Carole was the one that got most of the service.

"Uhhh…" Carole gasped as Marsha got on her knees and pushed her skirt up. Carole never wore panties. She grabbed at Marsha's head and writhed as the older woman shoved her tongue into her moist pussy and licked at her clit.

"Did Steven Hayes ever chew out your muff?" Marsha asked, lapping at the insides of her cunt. Carole had such a slimy hole, with juices just squirting out like tropical mists.

"Marsha… eat me… lick me… snort my box, baby, sniff out the cobwebs… Jesus!"

Marsha reached up on her desk and got a pencil. "I think it's time I pointed out a few things."

"Wh-What are you going to do, Marsha? Ohhh!" Carole moaned as she felt the eraser-end of the pencil shove into her snatch. Marsha pushed it up far, then slid it out. "Stop it, Marsha! Don't do… uhhh."

Marsha pulled it out and licked the sides of the pencil. "Mmm. Still tastes good. Knock on wood."

The pencil slithered up the hole, dribbling fuck-juice down the wooden shaft, then wetting Marsha's fingers. Marsha lapped up this moistness quickly, neatly.

Carole's face was screwed up in pain, her mouth gaping open as Marsha forced the pencil into her cunt. Her thighs shivered as the long shaft disappeared into her hair-pie and was later removed, dripping with sweet-smelling juice.

Aww, am I hurting her little pussy? thought Marsha sardonically. Good for the slut! I'll jack off Carole good and hard so that by the time she pops her pea, it'll burn. Next time she lets Steven Hayes slip that long whang of his into her cooze, she'll be in screaming agony.

"Marsha, don't push it in so far!" Carole cried, her hands shaking and fluttering at Marsha's soft head. "Oh, no… Christ…" Again, it drilled into her, her cunt giving it a great dose of spunk.

Marsha worked feverishly at her muff, plunging the writing instrument deep between Carole's long, tanned legs. Carole's pussy hair was moist, curled in ringlets, and made squishy sounds as the sliminess inside of her released the shaft.

"Fuck me! Ram it in! Jesus!" Carole cried, bouncing her ass roughly against the top of the desk. "I'm cumming, baby! Now! NOW!"

Marsha pounded the pencil far into Carole's cunt and left it sticking out as she shook and swayed. Just as Carole reached her last orgasm, she ripped it out of her hole in one violent movement.

Carole threw her arms around Marsha. "Oh, honey, that was so good. You're the best fucker around."

"Better than Steven Hayes?" Marsha asked coldly.

Carol turned from her. "I won't have you blowing things out of proportion. I didn't do anything with Steven Hayes. Why won't you believe me?"

"Then why the stories about the Kotex?" Marsha asked her. "What are you doing – taking up a collection?"

"Do I always have to tell you everything?" she roared back. "Even if it's nothing to begin with? Just lunch, Marsha. LUNCH. I'll even tell you what I ate."

"I can just imagine."

"MARSHA!" she cried. "You're not being fair. I could never do anything with any man, not even Steven Hayes. I couldn't." She reached timidly for Marsha's tight snatch and petted her. "Nobody could ever make me cum the way you make me, sweetheart."

Marsha pushed her back in an abrupt, sudden movement. "Get out of here, you liar! You expect me to believe some sex-hungry slut!"

"No, Marsha…" Carole sobbed.

"I said get out of here!" she snapped.

"Don't punish me, it's not fair," she pleaded. "I don't deserve this."

The older woman smacked her across the face with the back of her hand. The cracking sound alarmed Carole, who looked at Marsha's face through a stream of team.

"I don't need you," Marsha spat at her. "Get that through your fucking thick head! Just understand that! You need me more than anything in this Goddamn world, bitch!"

Meekly, Carole backed off and headed towards the door. "Please don't be mad at me, baby…"

She took one more look at the glowering woman, then left.

Mark Spaulding returned from his stockholder's meeting in a piss-poor mood. Jesus Christ, but it was a bitch to have to put up with them. Everybody was constantly worried about money. Including himself.

He smiled at his secretary, Sharon North, before he entered his office and shut the door. What a fucking waste that she didn't want to make it with anyone. Goddamn virgins, neurotic about "saving" themselves for marriage. Shit, he was married, about seven years now, and Jackie had made him wait until their wedding night before she let him stick it in. But when he did, that hot fucking cunt couldn't get enough cock. He turned her into a horny monster with a bottomless pit. It was like fucking a comet. She'd strap those legs around his waist and pump his dick until he could do nothing but squirt her full of cum. She'd siphon him drip-dry, ounce-by-ounce. If he hadn't gone around and humped some other chicks, he'd be damned tired of her by now.