Chapter 1

Bruce Rogers draped one arm over the shoulder of the girl who snuggled against him on the sofa. His hand cupped her breast. His other hand toyed with her short skirt, inching it higher on her thighs.

"Three weeks," he mused, "and I still don't know."

"Don't know what?"

"Almost three weeks you've been working in the office, and I still don't know whether you wear any panties."

"I'm surprised," she teased him. "Most of the girls say you work faster than that."

"Hell, I get a terrific view when you bend over at the filing cabinet, but that damn skirt never rides up quite far enough so I can tell."

She grinned. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Wear a shorter skirt."

"Shorter than this? Your father would fire me!" Bruce scowled. "Yeah, the old goat probably would. He doesn't approve of girls wearing short skirts around the office."

"Or going without a bra."

His fingers had deftly opened the buttons on her blouse and his hand slipped inside. Inside her blouse and inside her bra. Her skin was silky smooth and her breast was full and heavy in his hand. He squeezed it, felt her hard nipple poking against his palm.

"Jesus!" he murmured. "With the tits you've got, there ought to be a law against shutting them up inside a bra!"

"But if I don't wear a bra, they bounce all over the place when I walk."

He grinned appreciatively. "Yeah, I remember that day--and the way my old man almost had a" stroke. The old fart! So what's wrong with tits bouncing around? I think it's great!"

He stopped toying with her skirt and fumbled with her blouse, trying to slip it off with one hand while his other hand remained inside her bra, fondling her breasts. But her blouse caught on her shoulders and he mumbled under his breath, impatient. She smiled, pushed his hand away and slipped her blouse off.

"That's better," he murmured, his hand working harder within her bra. "Hell, yes, I think tits should be allowed to bounce. It's kind of like a friendly greeting--you know what I mean? A guy walks up to you and shakes hands to say hello. And when a girl walks up to you with her tits bouncing, that's like she's saying hello in a real friendly way."

The girl laughed. "You fix it with your father and I'll be glad to go without a bra and let my tits bounce."

Suddenly his mood changed and he scowled. "This goddamn bra!"

He reversed his hand, gave a hard yank and tore her bra off.

"Hey!" she yelped. "You didn't have to rip it! I'd have taken it off!"

He ignored her protests, gazing at her naked breasts. They were big and round, standing out from her chest with a lush fullness that made him run his tongue over his lips.

"Jesus, Gloria!" he croaked. "With a size like that--yeah, no wonder they bounce! I love big tits!"

She threw her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forward.

"Show me," she whispered. "Show me how much you love them."

Again his tongue crawled over his lips and then he lowered his head to her breast. He licked her nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and he heard her quick gasp of excitement. After a moment he switched to harder strokes, licking it with the flat of his tongue and feeling it grow stiff and hard beneath his touch. Then, abruptly, he opened his mouth and captured the firm nipple between his lips. He sucked it hard, munching on it with his lips and teeth, at the same time that he roughly squeezed and mauled her breasts in his hands.

She winced once or twice as he bit too hard on her nipple, hut she had to admit that even those slight twinges of pain added to her excitement. She twined her fingers in his hair, tugged his head harder against her breast.

Then she took a hand from his head, felt her way down to his crotch. Through his pants she could feel the growing bulge of his cock and she deftly opened his zipper and slipped her hand inside. Briefly she fought with his shorts, then freed his prick and brought it out into the open. She couldn't see it with his head in the way but she measured it with an expert touch, circling the stiffening shaft with her fingers and lightly stroking up and down the length of it. God, yes--it was every bit as big as she'd heard it was. Apparently Bruce had screwed half the girls in the office, judging from what she'd heard them saying, but at least they hadn't been exaggerating about the size of his cock.

She smiled to herself, glad that his prick was really that big. It was much more exciting to be fucked by a man with a big cock that filled and stretched her cunt. And that made the evening's prospects even more interesting. She'd get a really good fuck out of it in addition to the other thing she was planning.

She winced again, her hand tightening involuntarily on his prick as he bit down hard again on her nipple. She wished he wouldn't be quite so rough. But then she forced herself to relax. She had to get him in a good mood--make him real happy--if her plans were going to work out, and if everything went right it would be worth a bruised tit or a sore nipple.

Suddenly he sat up, fumbling with her skirt. "Get this damn thing off!"

She opened the zipper, lifted her hips off the sofa and wiggled the skirt off.

He glanced downward. "You do."

"Do what?"

"Wear panties."

She arched an eyebrow provocatively. "Sometimes. And sometimes I go without them."

She reached for the panties, expecting that he would want her to take them off too. But, unexpectedly, he put his hand on her back and pushed her to her feet.

"Show me," he said.

She looked at him blankly. "Show you what?"

"How your tits bounce."

"Oh."

She stood in front of him for a moment, her hands on her hips and her breasts pointing at him.

"Sure you can take it?" she teased. "I bounce enough to really make your mouth water."

He seized his hard prick in his hand and lewdly waved it at her. "Never mind my mouth. It's this you'll have to worry about."

She grinned at him and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the tip of his cock. Then she straightened up and began to prance back and forth in front of him. Her hands on her hips, head and shoulders back, she strutted with an exaggerated high-stepping movement that would have done credit to a drum majorette at the head of a parade. Only she wasn't a majorette and there wasn't any parade. She was naked except for her panties and she was marching for an audience of one-one man who sat with his stiff prick standing up out of his pants as he watched her big breasts bouncing and dancing on her chest.

He licked his lips as he watched her and his hand strayed to his cock. He groaned softly as he stroked it.

She finished her strutting, standing in front of him again, but she didn't stop the motion of her tits. Instead of bouncing them up and down, now she swung them back and forth in front of him. And as she swung them she slowly leaned forward, bending closer and closer toward him. so that her swinging breasts came nearer to his face every moment. Still she bent closer.

"Stick your tongue out," she whispered.

He grinned in anticipation as he tilted his head back and shoved his tongue far out.

She adjusted her aim, bent a little closer, and one nipple scraped across his tongue, immediately followed by the other. Back and forth she swung her breasts, enjoying the sensation as the tips brushed continuously over his outstretched tongue. And at the same time, she reached downward with one hand, groped until she found his prick. She seized it eagerly and began to stroke it, her fingers caressing it with a gentle teasing touch. She felt her nipples getting hard and firm while his cock grew even stiffer in her hand.

This ought to get him worked up, she thought. He probably found it quite stimulating to have a girl wave her bare tits in his face while she played with his prick. And that was the whole idea. Get him aroused enough and excited enough so that he'd be sure to do what she asked.

And she was right, up to a point. Bruce was getting worked up--so worked up that he suddenly exploded with impatience.

His hand lashed out and fastened in the elastic top of her panties. He gave a vicious tug and there was a quick ripping sound as he tore the panties off her body.

She was naked.

Angrily she straightened and glared at him. "You bastard! You know what those cost? Do you always go around tearing girls' clothes off?"

She kicked at the ripped panties on the floor and swore at him, but he wasn't listening. His eyes swept avidly over her nude body. Her big full breasts with her nipples, thick and swollen, pointing at him like twin fingers. Her taut stomach and lushly curved hips. The thick patch of cunt-hair. Her long tapering thighs and legs.

His tongue crawled over his lips. "That's the way I like you best--no bra and no panties."

She still hadn't gotten over her anger. "Goddamn it--"

He seized her hips and turned her around with her back toward him. "Bend over."

"What?"

"Bend over."

She leaned forward. He eyed the smooth roundness of her ass.

"Yeah," he breathed, ".you should definitely go without panties in the office. Then when you bend over at the filing cabinet this is what I'd see--your bare ass."

He stroked her hips and buttocks, ran his finger up and down the inviting cleft between her swelling cheeks. His finger paused briefly and prodded at her asshole. She gave a slight gasp but remained in the bent-over position. Then his finger traveled lower, disappearing into the tangle of cunt-hair as he wiggled it into her pussy. She gasped again. He pushed his finger deeper inside her and wondered fleetingly why she was so annoyed. Goddamn little cockteaser that she was, waving her tits at him and playing with his prick. What the hell did she expect him to do--just sit and wait until she damn well felt like taking her panties off? She had a nice cunt, though--all warm and soft, and a little juicy already. Just the kind of pussy that he liked to get into.

Abruptly he turned her around so she faced him again. In her eyes he could still see traces of anger.

"Hell, Gloria," he growled. "Forget the damn panties. Here--I'll give you something that'll make you forget 'em for sure."

With a swift movement, he threw her down on the sofa and forced her legs apart as he dropped between them. But his rougliness only made her resentment flare higher, and she tried to squirm out of his grasp and close her thighs.

"You bastard!" she spat. "You rip my clothes off--and then you think all you have to do is get into my pussy and give me such a thrill that'll fix everything? Go to hell!"

"Hold still, dammit!"

He wrenched her thighs apart and held them firmly in spite of her wriggling. His head dropped to her crotch. He wasted no time on preliminaries, but immediately attacked her clit. She gasped as his tongue scraped over it. Then, as he busily licked the sensitive nub, her struggles grew weaker and finally ceased. She opened her legs wider, giving him better access, and her hips began to revolve in a little circular motion. And still he licked between her legs, his tongue tickling and teasing the moist pink folds of her cunt and concentrating on her clit that grew hard and an angry shade of red.

He stroked upward along the satin flesh of her thigh and his finger crept into her pussy, toyed at the entrance to her hole and then pushed inward.

"Ohhh!" she moaned.

His finger bored deeper, stroking and rubbing the warm clinging walls of her cunt. And still his tongue licked and scraped her clit. Now her juices were starting to flow and he could feel the wetness of her pussy as he buried his finger as deep as he could get it inside her.

There was a gurgle in her throat. "Oh, God!"

She caught his head in her hands, tugging him tighter against her cunt. She mumbled in protest when he pulled his finger out of her pussy but her protests gave way to murmurs of pleasure when he immediately inserted another finger in its place. She didn't understand why he had changed fingers until a moment later when he prodded at her asshole with the finger that was covered with her cunt-juice.

"No!" she gasped. "Not in my ass!"

He didn't bother answering, but brutally rammed his finger into her rectum. The force of his push carried it deep inside and a wave of pain swept over her as he buried his thick finger in her ass.

"Take it out!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"

He lifted his face from her crotch. "Relax. You'll enjoy it in a minute."

Then he lowered his head and continued licking her clit.

For another moment she struggled, impaled front and back by his stabbing fingers. Then, exhausted, she fell back limply on the sofa. And as she relaxed, she was surprised to find the pain giving way to pleasure.

"Mmmmm!" she murmured. "It feels good. But your finger isn't very deep in my pussy. Can't you get it in further?"

He grinned at her change in mood, forced his finger to the hilt in her cunt.

"Oh, yes!" she responded. "That's it! Jesus, it's like I have two pricks in me at once--and I'm getting licked beside!"

She gasped as his tongue rubbed hard on her clit. At the same time he increased the activities with his fingers, digging deep into her cunt and her ass simultaneously and massaging the lining of her two holes. Now her pussy was really wet and he felt drenched with her juices. She clutched his head in an eager grasp, pressing it hard against her crotch as if she wanted to permanently weld his tongue to her clit. And her hips renewed their circular motion. Alternately she thrust backward against the finger that probed deep in her ass, then lifted to meet the push of the finger in her cunt and the tongue on her clit.

"Yes!" she panted. "God, yes! Keep it up! Lick me--eat me--make me come!"

Abruptly he pulled away from her and sat up. "No!" she wailed. "Don't stop--I was almost there!"

He grinned. "I know. That's why I stopped--I don't want you to come yet."

"You bastard!" She seized his hand, tried to force it against her crotch. "Please!"

"Don't you think you're being a little selfish, sweetheart?"

She blinked at him. "What?"

"You got my cock all hard when you played with it before, but you've been having all the fun since then."

She looked at his swollen prick rising out of his open fly and seized it in her hand.

"Not so fast," he ordered. "Don't you think I ought to be naked like you?"

She moaned in frustration, snatched at the buttons on his shirt. Quickly she stripped his clothes off. He sank back on the sofa, his legs sprawled-out in front of him, and again she grasped his cock and began to stroke it in a frenzy.

"Not that way."

She looked puzzled. "What do you want me to do?"

"Like I did with you, sweetheart. Use your mouth. Let's see how good a cocksucker you are."

Instantly she dropped her head, slipped his prick between her lips and gulped it deep into her mouth.

He shook his head. "Jesus, no! Use your tongue--lick it first. Do it right, or I won't satisfy that hot little cunt of yours."

She whimpered softly, took his cock out of her mouth and obediently began to lick it. She had to please him, not only so he'd agree to what she was going to ask, but also to be sure he'd extinguish the fire that raged in her pussy.

Her tongue flicked against the tip of his prick and she swirled it around the blunt end. With long sweeping strokes, she licked from one end of his cock to the other, starting at the purplish head and traveling down to the hairy base, and then returning again. Back and forth, back and forth. Then she recalled how he had varied his touch when he licked her clit and how good it had felt, and she thought variety might please him too.

Changing from the long sweeping strokes, she began to lick his prick with a light darting touch, her tongue making soft feathery motions as it again traveled up and down the length of his hard shaft. From the way he squirmed and groaned, she knew he was appreciating it and she felt slightly proud of herself. She had sucked men's cocks on a few previous occasions, and now that she thought about it, they'd all been quite young. Obviously none of them had been as experienced as Bruce, and they hadn't told her that a man liked to have a girl use her tongue and lick his prick. She decided she'd learned something useful.

Still anxious to please Bruce, she wondered what else would make him feel good. What else could a girl do to a man's cock beside lick it and suck it? She thought about it briefly and decided she could nibble on it with her lips.

Why not? She licked back out to the end, then tried the new technique. Holding his prick firmly in her hand, she nibbled lightly with her lips all around the smooth surfaces of his cockhead. He groaned again, and she knew that too had been a success.

She glanced up at him and saw that his head lay limp on the back of the sofa and his eyes were closed. On his face was an expression of rapture.

"You're pretty good, sweetheart," he breathed.

The praise spurred her on to think of something else he'd like. Well, why not his balls? They were part of his basic sex equipment and it would probably give him a pleasant sensation if she did something with them.

She lifted one of the hairy balls in her hand, licked and nibbled along his prick until she reached it, then went to work on it gently but eagerly. The wrinkled surface felt strange after the smoothness of his cock, but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, she rather liked it. Her tongue swirled all around, licking and teasing, until it was drenched with her saliva. Then she lifted the other one in her hand and gave that the same treatment, noting how his breathing was becoming heavier all the time. Yes, she was learning lots of useful things all in one evening.

Again she went back to licking his prick, this time still holding his balls in her hand and lightly fondling them as she licked. Then some instinct warned her that she'd been licking long enough and now it was time to put his cock in her mouth and suck it.

She parted her lips, slipped his cockhead between them. And now another thought came to her. She knew from sucking the, other men's cocks that apparently it was a particularly delightful sensation for a man to have his prick slip between a girl's soft lips. So if it felt that good for a man, then it would probably be even better if she prolonged the process and did it very slowly.

Her head lifted slightly as she withdrew his cock almost all the way out in order to start over again. She saw his eyes open in surprise as she took his prick out, and she knew he was watching closely to see what she was up to. Somehow she thought that made the whole thing more exciting. He was going to watch as his cock slowly disappeared into her mouth.

The tip of his prick was between her lips and she nibbled on it gently and bathed it with her tongue, suddenly realizing she could suck his cock and lick it at the same time. It was a shame, she thought, that none of the other men had ever bothered to instruct her in the finer points of sucking their pricks. But at least she had now learned how to do it right, and that was the important thing.

She dropped her head slightly lower and his cock slipped further into her mouth. Slowly she sucked it in deeper--and deeper. From the corner of her eye she could see he was still watching, gazing rapturously at what she was doing. Her lips were stretched wide to circle his thick prick and she licked it continuously. It slithered further into her mouth--then a little further--and still further. She wished it was sinking into her pussy like that, and she was tempted to put her finger in her cunt and play with herself in an effort to relieve the awful ache down there. But it wouldn't be the same as if he did it to her and if she made him happy enough maybe it wouldn't be too long before he fucked her.

She was so engrossed in this happy anticipation that she was startled when his cock suddenly poked against the back of her throat. She hadn't realized she had it that far in her mouth, but there it was--as deep as she could take it.

For a moment she held it there, savoring the way the big prick stretched her lips and filled her mouth. Then she started to move, lifting her head up and down, sliding his cock in and out between her lips. And all the time, she licked and teased it with her tongue.

"My God!" he murmured. "You're a natural born cocksucker!"

She grunted her thanks for what she took as a compliment, and began sucking more vigorously.

He liked that too. "Yeah, baby--that's it. Suck it good!"

His eyes were glazed and she could feel an insistent throbbing in his prick. He was so worked up that it seemed to be the right time to hit him with her question.

She took his cock out of her mouth. "Bruce, honey?"

He frowned. "What are you stopping for? Keep sucking!"

"I will--in a minute. First I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Well--don't you think I'd be a better secretary than Alice Hornsby?"

He couldn't have cared less about Alice Hornsby. She was probably twenty years older than he was, so skinny she had no shape at all, and he'd never even tried to fuck her. And if she was no good for fucking, he had no further interest in her. Gloria might possibly be a better secretary. At least she had a terrific pair of tits and was turning out to be a hell of a good cocksucker.

"I guess so," he said absently, and tried to stick his prick back in her mouth.

But she turned her face away. "Then why don't you make me your secretary?"

He started to say something, then stopped, and tried to keep from grinning. It was obvious Gloria didn't know that Alice Hornsby was soon leaving the firm. Something about moving out of town--her husband being transferred--Bruce didn't remember the details. And Gloria didn't know anything about it.

You little bitch, he thought. By sucking my cock and letting me screw you, you figured you could con me into giving you a better job. Again he tried to keep from laughing, because he'd already been considering Gloria for the job. In fact, that was one reason he'd made this date with her and brought her to his house tonight. Aside from the fact that she was a sexy-looking piece and he wanted to screw her, he also wanted to find out what kind of a cocksucker she was. He relished the idea of having a good cock-sucker for his secretary. That presented all kinds of interesting possibilities. And she was turning out to be such a terrific cocksucker, that he was sure she'd be just right as his secretary.

Of course, she didn't have to know he'd about decided to give her the job. It could be better if she thought he was still debating.

He scratched his chin. "Well--I don't know."

"I'd be a damn good secretary!"

"Yeah--maybe. Would you go without a bra?"

"Your father would fire me!"

"Hell, he wouldn't see you an your office."

"Okay, no bra. Do I get the job?" She licked his prick lightly.

He jumped. "Jesus! And will you go without panties?"

"All right--no panties."

He grinned. "Christ, are you going to take a lot of dictation! You can sit on my lap and I'll have my finger in your twat while I dictate!"

"Then I get the job?"

"Yeah--yeah. Now for God's sake, get my cock back in your mouth and suck it!"

She squealed happily, gulped his prick into her mouth and resumed her sucking. With one hand she kept a firm grip on his cock, while her other hand gently fondled his balls. And she pressed her lips tightly on his prick as she raised and lowered her head, sucking with the quicker tempo he liked, all the time licking and swirling her tongue on his cock as it drove in and out of her mouth.

She didn't know what suddenly made her lift her eyes. But when she glanced up, she was dismayed to see a young woman, a beautiful blonde, not much older than Bruce, standing behind the sofa with a shocked expression on her face as she watched Gloria sucking Bruce's prick.

Gloria let out a started gasp and yanked his cock out of her mouth. Following her gaze, Bruce whirled around and saw the blonde behind him, then sank back on the sofa with a sigh of relief.

"Hi, Kim," he muttered. "Gloria, meet Kim--my stepmother."

Somewhat apprehensively, Gloria looked up at the blonde who coolly ignored her and demanded sternly of Bruce. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

Bruce yawned. "Me? I'm just getting my cock sucked--what'd it look like I was doing?"

"Of all the disgusting things--"

"Bullshit! Cocksucking is beautiful."

"If you must indulge in your animal desires, can't you at least do it somewhere else? Do you have to do it so openly right here in the house?"

"Animal desires?" gasped Gloria.

Kim gazed at her, then nodded knowingly. "I think I understand. He forced you to suck--to do that--didn't he?"

Bruce laughed harshly. "Forced her? Hell, she loves to suck my prick."

Kim shook her head stubbornly. "I don't believe it."

"Show her, baby," said Bruce. "Lick my cock. Show her how good you are and how much you enjoy it."

For an instant Gloria hesitated. Somehow it didn't seem right to lick Bruce's prick in front of his stepmother. But there was such a strange, puzzled expression on the blonde's face that the whole situation seemed ludicrous instead of serious. And she wasn't forgetting that secretary's job and the fact that she had to keep Bruce happy or he might change his mind. And of course, it was true that she did enjoy licking and sucking his cock.

She took his prick in her hand, stroked it once or twice, then flicked her tongue against it. At first she wondered whether an audience would bother her, but once she got started she knew it wasn't going to make any difference. She loved the feel of her tongue rubbing along his cock and she only wished he'd let her put it back in her mouth and suck it, because she loved that even more. Back and forth she licked on his rigid prick, pausing now and then to swirl her tongue around on the sensitive head. And she liked that too, because he groaned in delight, and she knew she was making him happy..

"Stop it this instant," demanded Kim in a hoarse voice.

"Stop, hell!" moaned Bruce. "Take it in your mouth and suck it again!"

Happily, Gloria obeyed. She didn't bother doing it as slowly as she had before, but quickly slipped his cock between her lips and lowered her head until it poked against the back of her throat. Then she sucked hard, vigorously bobbing her head up and down as she washed her tongue over the full length of his plunging prick.

"That's disgusting!" said Kim.

Bruce snorted. "It's different when you do it, huh?"

"I never did such a thing!"

He squinted up at her. "Are you kidding me? You've never sucked my old man's dick?"

"Certainly not."

"Yeah, well--I suppose at his age the damn thing is so shriveled up it might get caught between your teeth." He laughed briefly. "Tell you what, Kim. If you ask Gloria real nice, she might give you some pointers on being a cocksucker. Then you could give the old man a real thrill some night."

Kim gave him a withering look and started to turn away. "I refuse to watch any more of this."

"Hey, wait. If sucking a prick doesn't turn you on, I'll show, you something that will." He wiggled up and pushed Gloria down on the sofa. "On your back, baby--and spread your legs."

He lay between her thighs, pulled her cuntlips apart and jabbed his tongue into her pussy. Gloria squealed with delight and immediately began to churn her hips. He licked back and forth in the glistening pink folds of her cunt, his tongue darting and teasing, but avoiding her clit for the moment. From all her previous excitement she was really wet and his nostrils flared at the taste of her secretions. He liked a juicy pussy and he greedily poked his tongue as far as he could up into her drenched hole.

Finally he drilled his finger deep inside her to replace his tongue as he glanced up at Kim. It seemed to him that she was more interested than she should have been, and he wondered if the sight of a good cunt-lapping was getting to her. But then he decided he was imagining things.

"Watch this," he told her. "Watch how she likes it when I lick her clit."

He blew in Gloria's pussy and laughed when she jumped. Then he lightly touched the tip of his tongue to her clit. Her ass leaped off the sofa and a shudder ran through her body. He licked lightly on her clit, copying the tantalizing feathery motion she had used on his cock. Abruptly he changed and used the flat of hia tongue in long sweeping strokes. Her clit was swollen and hard and occasionally he drew it between his lips and sucked it like a nipple. But all the time he kept his tongue moving, licking, teasing--and now she was so aroused that her head swung wildly back and forth and low moaning sounds came from her throat.

Again Bruce looked up at Kim. "She goes ape over it. I guess it really feels good to have your cunt licked, huh?"

"I--I don't know."

Gloria clutched frantically at Bruce's head, trying to force it back down into her crotch. "Don't stop--oh, not again!"

He ignored her and frowned at Kim. "What do you mean--you don't know? Jesus Christ, don't tell me my stupid old man has never given you a cunt-lapping?"

She wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were fixed on Gloria's exposed pussy where his finger absently massaged her hard red clit. Kim could see that the girl's cunt was drenched with a mixture of her own juices and his saliva.

Her voice was dreamlike as she answered Bruce. "No--he hasn't."

"You never had your pussy licked at all?"

"No."

"Jesus! A babe with a shape like yours and--well, I hope the old bastard at least fucks you once in a while. Speaking of fucking--get your ass up higher, Gloria, and let me get the old meat into that wet twat of yours."

The girl hitched herself up into position and he crawled between her thighs. She pulled her cuntlips wide and held them open with the fingers of one hand while she eagerly reached for his cock with the other.

"Put it in me!" she gasped. "Ram it in deep and hard!"

He grinned. "Sure, baby. Glad to oblige."

He pressed the tip of his prick to her gaping pussy, nudged the head inside. But he didn't push any further into her. Instead, he wiggled his cock-head in and out of the entrance to her cunt.

"Don't tease!" she wailed. "I'm on fire! God, I'm burning up!"

"Beg, you bitch!"

She moaned. "Please! Give it to me! Fuck me--please!"

"Okay."

He lunged forward suddenly with his hips and sank his prick to the hilt in her cunt. He knew her choked scream was one of delight and not of pain because she was so wet he had slid into her easily with no effort at all. She was a hot little bitch--one of the hottest he'd had in a long time. She was going to be a hell of a good lay. Just like she was a hell of a good cocksucker. He grinned as he remembered she was going to be his secretary and he alternately pictured her sucking him off and lying spread-eagled on his desk while he screwed her.

While he was thinking of that, his hips had started to move of their own volition and he looked down to watch his prick sliding in and out of her pussy. He worked with slow strokes at first. She'd gotten him plenty hot from licking and sucking his cock and there was no sense in blowing his nuts too soon. Of course, it would only be the first time for the evening. After he screwed her, he thought he'd have her suck him off and he'd shoot his come in her mouth to see how well she could take it. After all, it would be good to learn all about your secretary's qualifications.

"Do it harder!" she whimpered.

He increased his tempo somewhat. His prick came so far out that only the head remained inside, and then he drove back into her cunt so he was buried inside of her and his balls made a slapping sound against her ass. God, she was wet! It made a little slurping noise each time he drilled his cock in and out of her.

He'd forgotten about Kim and glanced up at her. She stood transfixed, one hand clutching her throat, as she gazed down at them.

"You like to watch, huh?" he taunted her. "You probably don't get enough from the old man, so this is the only way you can get your kicks--by watching somebody else get fucked."

"Fuck!" echoed Gloria. "Fuck--fuck--fuck!"

Now he was slamming his prick into her in hard, deep strokes that battered her body and made her tits wiggle and dance on her chest. He reached up, seized one of them and squeezed it roughly and tweaked her rigid nipple.

"Am I right?" he asked Kim. "The old man isn't screwing you much, is he?"

She opened her mouth to answer, then closed it. Finally she said, "That--is none of your business."

"Shit, it's nothing to be ashamed of. The poor old bastard probably can't get it up any more. But a young babe with a body built like yours--hell, you've got hormones and glands and juices. Hey, step closer."

She frowned in bewilderment but moved nearer to the sofa.

"I'll make you a,: bet," he grinned. "I'll bet you're so worked up from watching me fuck Gloria that your panties are wet. Let's see if I'm right."

He reached out to lift her skirt.

She knocked his hand away. "Stop that!"

"Now we'll never know who won the bet. Too bad. But I'll tell you what. I feel sorry for you, not getting enough sex, so I'll let you join Gloria and me."

Kim had seemed to be roused from her dreamlike fascination when he tried to raise her skirt and now her eyes flashed angrily.

"You'll do what?"

"Sure, I'll be glad to do you the favor. Take your panties off and come around here in front. Then I can lick your pussy while I fuck Gloria."

Kim sputtered helplessly. "You--you--"

"Or if you want to wait till I'm through with Gloria, I'll be glad to fuck you--that is, if you'll suck my cock to get it hard again."

She glared at him. "You filthy-minded, despicable creature! You must be completely insane!"

And she whirled and marched out of the room.

She was hardly gone when Gloria let out a shuddering groan. "I'm--almost there! Fuck me hard!"

He bent her knees up against her tits, making her cunt more vulnerable to him, and slammed his prick into her viciously.

"I'm going to--come!" she grunted.

He slapped her ass hard. "Not yet, you bitch. Wait for me."

He fucked even harder and faster, driving his cock in and out in a frenzy. At least he felt the pressure reach the bursting point.

"I can't help it!" wailed Gloria. "I'm--oh, God--I'm coming!"

"Me too!"

The come shot from his prick like pellets released from a gun, spurt after spurt pouring into the depths of her cunt. And still he kept fucking, ramming his cock into her drenched cunt amid the mixture of their juices, until at last his balls were drained and he had nothing more to pump into her.

As he fell weakly forward on top of her, he thought his new secretary was going to be quite satisfactory. He also thought he'd have to get a lock on his office door.