Chapter 8
Jack Neal sat high up above West Los Angeles in his swivel chair facing away from his desk looking out across the wet, rainy city. Far in the distance he thought he could make out Memorial Tower, the biggest landmark in Dover City. "I sure hope she figures out what kind of sex I like real soon," murmured Jack under his breath. "Would make my life so-oo much easier . . . "
Jack didn't realize it, but his secretary was standing just a few paces behind him. Having entered the room and discovering her boss in this contemplative mood, Ellen Connors said nothing. She merely listened and watched and when she understood that Jack Neal was suffering from sexual deprivation, she simply made up her mind to help out.
"Oh, Jack," she said, interrupting on purpose just now, and sure enough, startled and surprised, Jack swung around in his chair.
"Ellen! I didn't know you were there!"
"I know," she said, coming toward him as seductively as a big tame jungle cat, her eyes as wild and fiery as could be, "and I bet you didn't know I overheard you complaining some about your wife . . . and sex, either?"
Jack blushed mildly as the secretary, who was known in the offices on that floor as the most seductive and the most voluptuous divorcee around, approached him. "Honey," she continued, sitting down on the side of his desk so as to allow her short black skirt to go riding up on her thighs, "I know so much more than I ever let on-you just wouldn't believe it!" She reached out and let her fingers go sliding gently along Jack Neal's upper arm.
Jack smiled at his appealing secretary. He liked the looks of her lovely green eyes, for that was also the color of his wife's eyes. He was a sucker for green eyes, and just now, as the attractive blonde secretary ran her hands down his arm in the most tantalizing and obvious manner possible, he wondered if he wasn't quickly falling in love.
"I know you only just got married," said the secretary, her breasts jutting outwards in the full cups that supported them in her filmy white blouse, "but maybe that's why I find you . . . well, sexy! You know what I mean? There's something wonderful about seducing a man who just took the vows! Mmmmmm?"
"I wouldn't know," said Jack, reluctantly admitting that in another minute he would give way to this spurious seduction, would actually try to fuck his secretary after only having just been married.
"Maybe it's like you look virginal to me," suggested the young blonde, green-eyed woman, her gaze flashing lust and intrigue. "The same way, if you know what I mean, that a virgin can be attractive to a man?"
"I don't know," said Jack.
"Why don't we find out for sure?" said Ellen Connors, sitting up closer to Jack and swivelling around so that she landed with her wide, full bottom plunk on his knee. She faced him and ran her hand around the side of his face, touching his chin with two fingers and thus pulling his lips up next to her own. She kissed him hard and fast on the mouth, giving him a quick feel of the wet slipperiness of her tongue, and then she became more languorous, as if the first kiss was just a nervous formality and this second, longer, lustier version was the real McCoy. When she pulled away they were both panting mildly, dazed, as if hit in the face by a couple of roundhouse punches that took them by surprise.
"Well," droned Jack, his eyes dilating and glazing over with a proper lusty response, "I guess this means that maybe I'm not as honest a man as I told the preacher and my new wife that I was?"
"Not at all," said Ellen Connors, her eyes flirting with his. "You didn't stand a chance . .She stood up off of his lap and began slowly unbuttoning her filmy white blouse. When the cups of her brassiere came into view, and when he could see the milky white tops of her full voluptuous breasts, Jack Neal stood up and walked to the other side of the room and put the latch on the door. He came back slowly, loosening his tie on the way.
"Yeah," hissed Ellen Connors in a low, guttural voice as she watched Jack Neal beginning to unbutton his shirt. "I've waited for this for a while, Jack Neal," she told him saucily, now removing her blouse all together and beginning with her skirt.
She looked over her shoulder and flirted with the notion that the people thirty-seven stories down below could look up and see her getting naked in the window of her boss's office. "You think they know what they're missing?" she asked, pulling down the zipper on her black skirt and removing the garment by stepping out from it.
"You look real nice, Ellen," said Jack Neal, his eyes drinking in the lovely voluptuous figure of his semi-naked secretary. She was still wearing her brassiere, panties, stockings and heels, and she was every bit as tantalizing as when she'd been fully clothed-even more so now!
"Thanks, Jack," said the secretary in a lusty whisper. "Why don't you come over here and help me with the rest of this paraphernalia? Mmmmmm?"
She looked like a little flesh sex kitten, and he had every intention of doing just that-helping her! He could just about taste what it was going to be like to get his cock into her cunt, and to get one of those big creamy breasts into his mouth. . . ! Mmmmmm . . . it was going to be super-nice!
"Maybe I'll help you some first," she suggested, joining him on his side of the desk where he'd finished removing his shirt. Her quick fingers took hold of the clasp that held his pants shut and then one hand slid into the inside crotch of his trousers and rounded out over the growing protuberance of his stiffening penis. "I think I've found something that your new wife left unattended to, Jack. . . ! It's big. . . and hard . . . and . . . and it's getting even bigger . . ! MMMMMM!"
And with that she withdrew her hand from inside his trousers and undid his belt completely. She helped pull his pants off of his hips and then hooked her fingers on the inside of the elastic of his underwear and pulled the briefs down and over his thickened erect prick.
"Well, well, well," she sighed upon seeing his hefty seven inch prick, "just look what we have here!" She took hold of his thickened penis with one hand and rubbed the head with the other, slowly and confidently applying pressing massages to the tip and the sides of the shaft. She worked the thing with two quick tugs and a couple of squeezes into a powerful hardness, one more erotic and more exciting than anything Jack had felt in more than a month of married life with Kelly.
"Sheeeze!" he groaned. "Now I know what I been missing! I knew there was something!"
"Oh, Jack," hummed Ellen Connors, falling to her knees and wetting her thick moist lips with her little pink tongue, "let me suck it, honey . . . Let me show you what a real woman does with a big hard cock like yours. . . ! "
Before Jack could utter a single encouraging word, Ellen Connors had ovaled her lips and surrounded the head of Jack's cock with tongue and mouth. "Mmmmm," she hummed, slipping the huge blood-thickened stiffness into the depths of her throat, so much so that it bulged in her neck, "ahhhhhhh . . . mmmmmmmm!" With her fingers she cupped his tightening testicles and chilled scrotal sack, carefully massaging the egg-shaped orbs simultaneous to sucking the hotly stiffened penis with her tongue and lips.
"Ooooh, baby," hissed Jack, snorting for breath as he enjoyed watching the lewd spectacle of his cock sliding out of sight in Ellen's wetly massaging lips, "you give head like your mouth's a vagina or something! It's terrific!"
"Mmmmmm," nodded the dutiful secretary, quickly withdrawing her lips to the point where they only surrounded the spongy bulging tip of Jack's penis, so that she could talk a little: "I learned to suck cock," she said softly, "when I was a kid. Other girls said I was a fool and that I was going to get myself into a lot of trouble that way, but hell, I loved the feel of a big fat hard cock cuming in my mouth, me swallowing down all that delicious semen, ya know, and well.. . " Her voice trailed off and Jack
Neal lunged knowingly forward: she wanted his prick again!
"Ahhhhh . . . ahhhh . . . yeahhhhh," he hummed in delight with his eyes tightly closed while enjoying the gentle wet pressure of her hot lips and lashing tongue curling around the purplish cap of his throbbing member. "More . . . more, baby . . . I just love it!"
A moment later she removed his thick pulsating penis from the hot moist confines of her mouth. "Say," moaned Jack, "what gives? I thought you were gonna suck me off all the way?"
"Hang on," she soothed him, "I just wanna show you a thing or two more that maybe you've been missin' with your new bride."
And with that she let loose of his thick cock and began undoing the big cups that held her smooth, voluptuous breasts upright. The two creamy breasts came smoothly pouring out and down from the loosened brassiere, like a couple of flesh waterfalls. The pointy pink tips jutted out to the sides like little marshals that led the breasts wherever they went!
"Ooooh, yeah," moaned Jack Neal upon seeing such a lovely pair of creamy resiliencies, "I got to get my hands on those!"
"Do ya?" asked Ellen Connors, a sly smile creeping into her lips. She reached out and took his cock once again into her fingers and voraciously licked it, spreading a thin coating of saliva up and down the hotly pulsing shaft and around and around the thickened crown of the spongy cap. Then she shuffled forward on her knees and pressed the thick stiffness between her breasts and folded them around it.
"Oooh . . ! Gawd. . . ! Fuck.. . ! " grunted Jack Neal, taken by surprise by the suddenly electric thrills that rolled up and down the shaft of his cock. "Jesus!"
"Yeah, baby," said the proud, voluptuous secretary, her smile broadening, "and that's only the beginning!" She began humping her shoulders up and down so as to jiggle her white breasts from side to side around Jack's flesh-sandwiched prick.
"Uuuuhhh, God," he grunted, delighted with this new savage combo of breast and cock. "That's something my wife and I would never have thought of! Oooh, yeah, baby-good!"
Ellen sat back after a few more pumps and took Jack's prick in her hands again, this time rubbing softly, especially lightly, making little feathery strokes up and down the ridged thickness with her fingers, tingling the hardened shaft until Jack could hardly stand it.
"Leave go," he said, "I wanna get the rest of the way undressed. Jesus, I haven't even seen your pussy yet! Do you believe it?"
"Mmmmm, yes," smiled Ellen Connors, happy to have so inspired her boss, the deprived husband. She never really understood how a man could settle for a girl or a lady who didn't get passionate, who didn't love a good hard cock. She herself loved to lick a prick, to make it stiff and to swallow the semen, to get it going in her cunt and hump all night. There just wasn't anything that would satisfy her more. So she sympathized with Jack and his problems with his new wife, and she was only too happy to help try and change things on that score.
She undressed quickly, revealing her long golden thighs and her slick loins and the lovely knit of her pubic hair. Underneath, she showed Jack right away, were her two big glistening thick wet pussy lips. "Just see how nice and moist I am? Does your wife get like that?"
"Not like that," said Jack, staring at the openly splayed vaginal sheath, noting the way everything shined and glistened with wetness from within. "She gets wet, but she doesn't get like that!"
"And I bet you never saw her use one of these, either, Jack," added the voluptuous secretary who reached for her purse which she'd left lying on the desk when she first entered the office. She reached inside the leather bag and brought out a small, plastic object that looked like a pen, only a little fatter. She switched something at the back of the item and it began vibrating. Then, slowly but surely, she applied it to the in-sides of her pussy, moving the vibrating phallic-like object up and down her wet cuntal sheath, applying it especially to the area around her hardening damp clit.
"Oooh, no, she never used one of those," said Jack. "I don't believe it!" His eyes were nearly popping out of his head with wonderment and amazement to see such wanton physical stimulation. The secretary worked the little electric dildo up and down her vaginal lips, in and out of the tunnel itself, and then she stroked into her belly until the little electric phallus was completely out of sight inside her cunt.
"I'll be damned," said Jack, pulling the secretary's hand away from her vagina. Out came the little vibrator. Jack pressed forward, jamming his mouth against Ellen's. No longer was he able to withstand the temptation to fuck this young woman on his office floor.
He shoved his tongue into the depths of her throat and began pumping and hammering with his hips until his thickened cockshaft rode along the inside of her hot slick loin and pressed titillatingly against the puckering moist lips of her vagina. The spongy tip of his cockhead rolled along the puckering pink labia of her pussy and jammed forward into the deep satiny pocket of her cunt.
"Arrrgghhh, yes!" exclaimed the delighted secretary, so happy to have her boss's thickened prick stalk deep inside her undulating belly. "I love it! Oh, God, how I love it! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard, baby! Fuck me!"
Jack had waited for a month to hear such words from his beloved young wife, and here and now with one single tough piston-like stroke, he'd gotten the perfect reaction from his secretary! Damn, he hissed in his mind, when I get home I'm gonna give that wife of mine a talking to like she's never believed possible!
Ellen Connors reached around and took hold of Jack's hairy muscular buttocks. She squeezed and massaged the cheeks of his ass while humping upwards in search of more and more of his hard-driving prick for her insatiably easy pussy!
"Gimme that cock, man," she groaned, slapping the cool, naked white plane above her vagina up into his pelvis. "Make me cummmm . . . Mmmmm, Jack! Yes-sss!"
She rolled her hips from side to side so as to make his thick penis rub on the oily, slippery labia of her pussy. Then she reached down between their two sweaty bodies and took hold of his cock with her hand. She guided the head of the throbbing member against her stiffened clitoris, rolling that spongy surface against her own pearl-like nerve-laden bud. "Oooh, yes," she moaned, using his prick like a flesh-dildo, "make me hotter, Jack! Make me so hot I just have to . . . cummmmm!"
Jack's prick slipped out of Ellen's fingers and dug into the depths of her cunt one more time. With this triumphant stroke, however, he landed all of his incredible member inside her vagina, and the young secretary let out a holler of satisfaction, "Ooooh, Jack." It was lucky for Jack Neal that he lifted his hand and temporarily gagged Ellen, for otherwise her erotic wail would have been heard outside of the office doors.
"Oooh, fuck," she murmured after that, her eyes dilating wide and her nostrils flaring open for breath. Jack reached down and took hold of the buttery rounds of her bottom cheeks and massaged and kneaded that smooth slickness. He let one finger slide upwards to go slipping in the hairless groove between her ass-cheeks, and then he pumped even harder into Ellen's vagina with his thick, hammering cock.
"Oooh, pooh, oooh," moaned the ecstatic secretary as long sweetly rolling waves of liquid heat began to emanate from her cunt and undulate up and down Jack's stiffness. "I'm-I'm-Ooooh, Jack.. . ! " she cried out softly like a bleating lamb properly prepared for slaughter. "Oooooh!" no
He could feel something that he'd been wanting to feel with his wife-the sweet heated liquids of orgasmic climax pouring from the young divorced secretary's hotly orgasming pussy. It was the thrill of her orgasmic involvement that made his own pleasure that much more intense.
The rippling waves of her climaxing vagina squeezed his cock like a tightly-gloved satin fist, rubbing and milking him, stimulating in him the triggering action that could only bring him into ejaculation.
"Oooh, baby," he moaned animalishly in her ear, his breath coming faster and faster as he continued to hammer his cock upwards into the depths of her seething belly, "this is the way it was meant to be . . . Ooooh, yeah, this is real. . . SEX!"
With that simple statement, Jack Neal felt his lust-bloated balls begin to explode. It was as if it all happened in slow motion, and he thought he could feel his boiling semen starting the climb upwards from inside his lust-churning testicles, starting up the long thick pulsating shaft of his blood-engorged-prick, and shooting outwards from the tiny slit in the end of his mushroom head, beginning to fill up, with ill salvo after salvo, Ellen Connor's voraciously pumping pussy!
"Ooooh . . . ooooh . . . ooooh," she wailed as each explosive wad careened into the satiny back walls and moist folds of her deep inner vagina. Everything was hot and sticky there, as though it was the most primitive and last stronghold on earth!
Jack Neal felt protected and satisfied as he filled the long smooth undulating tunnel of Ellen's vagina with the last of his semen. His prick began to deflate and he quickly withdrew and lay off of the secretary on the floor.
"Oooh," she moaned, "I wish we could do it longer . . . more . . . " She leaned over his hot sweaty crotch and took his softening penis in her fingers She curled her little white fingers around it and licked the semen drops that remained on the head of the spongy red cap. She liked sucking him off the rest of the way, and enjoyed pulling from his softening prick the very last drop of his milky cum.
"Oooh, yes," she moaned after she'd licked his cock dry, "this is the way it should be, Jack Neal. This is what love-sex is all about!"
"Yes, I know," said Jack, thinking about his reluctant wife. "I think I'm going to have to have a good long talk with Kelly when I get home tonight." Inside, Jack was burning mad! His wife had been holding out on him! After all, Kelly was every bit as pretty as Ellen-she was just so inhibited! It irked him to think that while he was spending his life married to Kelly, he could have been out having some hot lusty real sex with a woman like Ellen.
He made up his mind right then and there that when he arrived home that night he would have a word with his prudish young bride . . . and if she didn't cooperate . . . well . . . there was always Ellen Connors!