Chapter 5
Dawn McIntyre met me at the door when I arrived at the office, hangover drumming at my skull. Two hours late. She was bursting with efficiency and enthusiasm, as usual. I noted- for the very first time in the short few weeks she'd been working for me-that her blouse appeared to be bursting with something, too. Miss McIntyre, it must be admitted, did indeed have a magnificent pair of tits, although I really had never given them the attention they so obviously deserved.
She was babbling something about trying to call me, but I was having difficulty taking my eyes from her breasts and listening properly to her. I finally ripped my gaze away, mentally ripping away most of her blouse and bra in the bargain. "Er-I'm sorry, Miss McIntyre. What was that you were saying?"
"Your home phone, Doctor. It's been ringing a busy signal all morning and I couldn't get through to you. I was afraid there might be some sort of family trouble and you wouldn't be in this morning-"
"No." Shaking my head. Trying to look like a boss. Failing. "No, Miss McIntyre. I had the phone off the hook. I-uh-I didn't feel well and didn't want to be disturbed. I'm sorry about not calling you ... it was terribly thoughtless of me." You silly, oversexed bitch! Holly thinks I'm screwing your well-assembled, twenty-seven-year-old body, Miss McIntyre. Isn't that a gleeful thought, dear Girl Friday? I moved past her, barely controlling an impulse to pinch her on the ass, and found what I was looking for on my desk: a folder labeled ANNA MARIE HOLLISTON.
Anna Marie? I liked Holly better. For an instant I felt an intense, but transient pang of jealousy that Dawn McIntyre knew more about Holly than I did. Well, almost, anyway.
I turned back toward her and tried to look properly stern. "Miss McIntyre, why wasn't this file given to me yesterday? Before I saw Miss Holliston?"
Dawn cruised expertly to my side, her enormous breasts jutting toward me like twin cannons. "I needed time to get the information typed, Doctor." Just the right note of temerity in the tone.
Efficient bitch! But you do indeed look more and more screwable to me, Miss McIntyre. And those are remarkable tits. Why do you suppose I never noticed them before?
"I-uh-I see. Of course." I touched the top of my head and was immediately sorry. "Dawn-that is, Miss McIntyre-"
"Call me Dawn, Doctor." She was smiling with sufficient pleasure to tell me that my interest in her mammary glands had not gone unobserved. Her eyes, china blue and suddenly much deeper than I had remembered, were sparkling.
"Thanks. I was going to ask whether my nine o'clock appointment stormed out in a cloud of righteous indignation."
"No, it was Mr. Timmons who always thinks we're doing him a favor by just letting him in the office. As a matter of fact, he apologized for showing up when you weren't here. Poor man." She appeared and sounded almost chiding for an instant. "You really Ought to do something soon to help that poor trembling little man."
"Dawn-" I actually took her by the elbows and turned her so those beautiful cannons were aiming at my chest, "-as you no doubt know from the file you've typed on this man, Mr. Timmons masturbates into a matchbook cover while his blubbery wife slumbers beside him in the bed. He has problems of tragic proportions. And if you learn nothing else in this office, please learn quickly that rapid therapy is not very profitable for the patient-nor for the psychiatrist."
Dawn, bless her bouncing bosom as she laughed, saw the humor. The instant she stopped laughing, she saw that I was looking at her in a way I hadn't looked at her before. She didn't appear displeased. The laughter became a small smile of offering as she moved forward, pressing first those massive breasts against me, and then her lips, in a long, warm, passionate kiss. Merciful Christ! Holly had been right! My receptionist did want something. I held her tightly to me, reluctant to release the pressure of her body.
"The ten o'clock appointment-" was all I got out.
"When I saw you'd be late, I cancelled all your morning appointments, Doctor," Dawn interrupted, nuzzling a bit frantically about my mouth and cheek. "I'm a very efficient receptionist-or hadn't you noticed?" Nuzzle.
Dawn's mouth was tight again on my own, her tongue searching for mine, and one of her hands slipping between us as though it belonged there, shooting my fly, fumbling for my cock. Holy fucking Jesus! The heat from her hand on my already half-swollen organ quickly increased the tempo of its throbbing as it stiffened obediently to her touch. She drew it free of its fabric prison and her fingers flexed joyfully on the hardening shaft as if she had finally gotten hold of something she'd been longing for for a long, long time. And perhaps that was so after all.
I watched, fascinated, as she fell to her knees and, holding the head of my prick in one hand as though it were a doorknob, she bent the thick shaft to one side and began nipping lightly with her teeth and lips all along its throbbing length, almost as if she were pretending to eat an ear of corn. I felt her hot tongue gliding wetly along the underside, moistening the taut skin, flicking back and forth like a sharp little flame as she closed her widely opened lips sideways on the rigid muscle and moved her head slowly from side to side.
As she reached the glans with her lips, she moved her hand to grasp the shaft and, the flaring red tip exposed momentarily, began whipping her tongue wildly against the sensitive flesh for what seemed like an eternity before engulfing the entire head with her mouth. The hot cavern of her luscious mouth was like a furnace and her tongue was a slippery, darting flame as she pressed more and more of my cock between her lips. She was sucking ravenously, bobbing her head swiftly as her tongue danced slickly around the head. I stared, unable to look away, as her widespread lips went on sliding along the glistening, thick organ-the pinker inner flesh of her lips appearing briefly as she stroked backward-her hand groping along the shaft, moving rhythmically, slipping the skin back and forth in cadence with her frantic sucking.
Unable to control the response, I suddenly laced the fingers of both hands in her thick black hair and began thrusting my hips, fucking her savagely in the mouth, completely at the mercy of my wild emotions, feeling the orgasm boiling up within my balls, feeling the sticky swollen head of my cock pounding brutally against the back of her fiery mouth, wanting nothing more than to let it all go and send my gathering sperm flying deep into the throat of Miss McIntyre.
But Dawn had other ideas. She was not about to let herself be cheated out of the screwing she'd obviously waited so long for. Abruptly, she pulled away and my fiercely thrusting cock -on the very brink of climax-slipped from between her scarlet lips and whipped violently upward against her-a thin strand of half-semen, half-lubrication stretching down-connecting the wet tip of her tongue with the inflamed crown.
For one terrible instant, intensely aware of the imminent orgasm jerking and throbbing the hard shaft she still gripped tightly in her hand, I was certain she was too late and that I would cum spraying my teeming seed directly into her face. The inevitable mental image of the scene Holly had described of that very same thing happening to her was all that prevented the explosion.
Gradually, the throbbing in Dawn's tightly clenched fist began to subside, but my erection remained strong as the crisis passed. She was grinning knowingly at me-a lewd open-mouthed smile-looking for all the world like the mother of all whores, the thread of semen still trailing from the tip of my cock to her lower lip. She flicked out her tongue as she moved her mouth closer again, giving the broad red crown a sweeping, scrotum-tightening tongue bath, and then rose up beside me, her hand still squeezing my turgid cock as if it were a handle with which she were keeping her own balance. She put her free arm around me and pulled me close, nuzzling again with her warm lips across my own and to my ear-her tongue coiling hotly.
"You bastard, boss man." She was whispering teasingly, her breath a fierce flame on my throat. "You were going to cum in my mouth, weren't you?" She gave my prick a playful shake. "Weren't you?"
Having no response available that wouldn't have exposed me, I reached automatically for her breasts and discovered, happily, that they didn't come with the basket. Then applying pressure, my hands exposed the huge tits that had been exciting me since I walked into the office, supporting the strange weight of them, glorifying in the warm velvet feel of them against the flesh of my palms. Her nipples jutted outward, betraying her own swiftly rising passions, and I could feel her entire body trembling deliciously as my thumbs massaged the protruding rosy knobs. I could feel her taut nipple pulsating against my probing fingers and I dipped my mouth to titillate each nipple with the rolling of my tongue around the rosebud points.
Dawn had a built-in sex computer which related to everything. Rub her tits, and her ass and pelvis would grind. Nibble on her rosy tits, and her back would arch. Caress her tits, and her juices would start to flow and her tongue would come out to lick anything within reach.
She began to whisper softly again somewhere near my neck, "Oh, let's do it, Doctor. Let's do it right now! Right here!" and her hand began moving on the thick shaft of my cock, sliding the skin slowly up and down, squeezing gently, making my organ jerk slightly in response at each stroke of her soft hand. "I want you to fuck me, Doctor baby." Her whisper now was so low it was hardly more than a tiny movement of breath against my ear. "I've wanted you to fuck me for a long time."
My hands slipped downward over the firm swelling globes of her ass, on to the high hem of her short skirt-moving slowly upward over the silken smoothness of her panties to her waist. Her body shuddered against me as I began pushing the panties over her buttocks, and she tightened her grip fiercely on my stiff cock as if in sudden panic.
Then, in a frenzy of passion, she released me, stepped quickly out of the thin pink garment, raised her skirt, and moved back one step until her bare ass was on the edge of the desk. She opened her thighs timidly-a gesture which didn't match the lascivious smile playing on her moist lips, the same lips that a moment before had been clamped like a fleshy vice on the head of the prick she again held in her hot hand. Guiding the swollen shaft expertly between her legs as she sank back on one elbow, she raised her lower torso slightly to bring her talents into position for the penetration.
She moaned softly and appeared almost to swoon as the bulging crimson crown touched the lips of her pussy and, after one short thrust of my hips, sank out of sight inside her trembling body. She kept the fingers of her hand clenched tightly around the hard cylinder of flesh, jacking me off wildly as she urged me forward into her cunt, swinging her ass rapidly back and forth, making the hot inner lips of her pussy suck at the head almost exactly as her mouth had done.
"Oh, do it, Doctor. Please fuck me-right here! Screw your horny little receptionist on her desk. Shove that beautiful prick all the way up my cunt!" she pleaded.
And I did. I shoved that beautiful prick all the way up her surprisingly tight and delightfully hot little cunt, holding her by the waist and driving forward until I could feel the very depths of her vaginal wall clasping and unclasping about the head like soft fingers. She groaned in ecstasy, kicked off her shoes in wild abandon, and drew her long nylon-clad legs up, locking her ankles behind my head. With her leverage thus provided, she began driving her ass in swift thrusts to match my own, stroking her flaming pussy like a tight slippery glove back and forth along the length of the rigid shaft beating a steady rhythm in and out of her body.
Suddenly she gasped and gripped the edge of the desk with both hands, increasing the savage thrusting of her ass, her hair flying as she tossed her head from side to side, moaning rapturously as she thrashed about in the abrupt throes of orgasm. I felt my prick lurch violently within her body once-twice-as my balls prepared again to deliver their once-denied offering. Then the sperm burst forth, plunging in delicious release down the stiffened length of cock lodged inside her cunt-spurting and spurting-on and on-springing hotly out in such quantity and with such tremendous force I half-expected to see it come boiling up out her mouth.
Dawn was a very screwable young lady. She was obviously enjoying my climax almost as much as she had her own, for she gasped audibly as each stream of hot sperm shot deep into her and the entrance of her cunt clenched in ecstatic spasms of pleasure on the hard jerking muscle as the cum spurted endlessly on, forming a fiery lake in the depths of her belly.
"Oh, God! That feels so good. Oh, my God!" She was twisting furiously back and forth on the desk, her ass still pumping wildly, lost in the wanton pleasure of her lust.
My own excitement was so intense at that moment, increased no doubt by the experience, certainly sexually unique to me, of fucking this beautiful receptionist on her own desk-at her own request-that my cock remained incredibly rigid as it lay like a leaden weight in her sperm-drenched cunt, throbbing and pulsing as though it were merely resting for a moment- gasping for breath, gathering its tremendous strength-so it might continue.
Dawn, it soon became apparent, was quite aware also that the stiff prick gorging her pussy had not started to soften, and that further pleasures were available to her. She abruptly moved her buttocks in retreat to free the big shaft from its sheath, grasped its hot, sticky length in her hand, and placed the sperm-slick head against her asshole. "Fuck me there! Please! Fuck me in the ass!" Her eyes were suddenly huge and wild and her tone was almost commanding, as she pulled frantically at my cock, trying desperately to force the swollen member in. It was so stiff and hard that it seemed almost to be a cock that was not a real cock of flesh and blood, but one cast of iron.
I was startled by her demand, but my own excitement was nearly equal to Dawn's and so I hesitated only a fraction of a second before pressing inward. The taut sphincter muscle of her rectum resisted the assault of the massive head of my inflated cock, but gradually it began to give as I forced my way forward- Dawn's hand gripping the stiff shaft so fiercely it was almost painful. Slippery with sperm, the broad crown eased its way into her ass as she clenched her teeth at the unexpected force of the pressure. But holding her buttocks bravely up, and pushing gently toward me, she determined to have this object of her insatiable lust buried in her bowels.
As the tight ring of her anus closed on the neck of my cock, the entire head lodged itself securely in her ass. Again she groaned through gritted teeth and plunged her hand swiftly back and forth on the rigid shaft she held, trying to force additional lubricant along its length and into her ass to grease the channel. I put my own hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her toward me slowly, my eyes unable to move from the sight of my thick cock easing gradually in, penetrating a bare half an inch at a time into this small and incredibly tight orifice.
Her flesh-fucked pussy pouted up at me as I lifted her ass and I could see a small stream of creamy sperm flowing between the pink inner lips, running through the black tangle of hair to bathe the white hard column of flesh in its sticky wetness.
Dawn's fingers moved suddenly from my cock to her cunt when she felt the semen flowing, and she drenched all of her fingers in the slippery cum and began greasing my prick with it. Then, with a sharp cry, she drove her ass forward so that my sperm-lubricated cock went ripping brutally up the burning tunnel of her bowels, skewering her torso as neatly and probably as painfully as if I had used a spear.
Her lovely little ass hung before my eyes, impaled on my cock, and her hands were moving rapidly up and down the length of her torso from pussy to breasts, back and forth spasmodically, clenching and unclenching, as she began moaning softly in irresistible response to the strange mixture of pleasure and pain wracking her lovely body. The constriction of her anal muscles near the base of the broad shaft was an almost unbelievable pressure, so utterly powerful that it seemed impossible to me that an ejaculation could even force its way past such resistance.
There was only one way to find out-I put my hands on her legs, which were still angled sharply upward in their deathly grip around my neck, and held her tightly as I began fucking her in the ass with a savage fury-driving my blood-bursting cock so deeply that her satiny buttocks slapped rhythmically against my loins at every stroke. Faster and faster, thrusting like a man gone mad-oblivious to everything but the excruciating pleasure of her asshole gripping my prick like a vise as I plunged in and out. I felt the beginnings of orgasm bubbling like lava, preparing to erupt, and then bursting like liquid lightning and flashing along the turgid shaft in a white-hot explosion of exquisite release.
Completely and thoroughly shot, I sank slowly forward and rested against her body for a long moment, feeling my cock slowly relaxing inside her, shrinking back into itself like a deflating balloon. Every patient could have stepped into my office at that moment and I wouldn't have moved-or cared.