Chapter 4
She knew they were looking at her. She could feel their eyes on her all the time. She just knew it! She was sure!
Carol Grey raised her eyes from her typewriter and glanced quickly around the plush sterile office of the typing pool. The ten other stenographers who worked in the same room on the twelfth floor were all busily pecking away at their machines. None of them seemed to notice Carol at all.
But she she reluctantly lowered her wide blue eyes to the letter in her typewriter, brushing a strand of straight black hair out of her eyes, struggling to concentrate. For the past several months, ever since Mike Benton had given her a substantial raise as his personal typist, Carol had felt as if she were being watched all the time.
She was sure the other typists in the pool were jealous of her. Some of them were really good typists and had good shorthand, too. Why had she been given the raise instead of them? Why did Mike Benton need a personal typist? Why did Mike Benton have to give all of his dictation to unimportant, twenty-two-year-old Carol Grey?
Carol knew the other typists were suspicious of her body. Staring steadfastly at the carriage of her typewriter, Carol blushed as she thought of the slim, voluptuous figure that filled her dress to bursting.
Women had always held her body against her, she thought peevishly. They were always getting the wrong idea. It wasn't Carol's fault that her tits were so big, or that she had such long, pretty legs, or that her ass was so firm and round and full. It wasn't her fault that she was beautiful. Why did people always have to get the wrong impression?
But in this case, the impression wasn't wrong at all. Mike Benton had given her the raise for a reason that had nothing to do with her typing abilities. A good reason ...
Suddenly, the intercom on Carol's desk buzzed. Carol shuddered as she pressed the button.
"Yes, Mr. Benton?"
"Come on in here for a minute, Carol," Mr. Benton drawled familiarly. "I've got a big piece of dictation I want to give you."
Carol rose from her desk and smoothed her dress over her hips. Two of her fellow stenographers were definitely looking at her now, and one of them was smirking. Carol blushed all the way down the hall to Mr. Benton's office.
The office was an enormous executive suite. Mr. Benton, a tall, handsome man in his early forties, sat expectantly behind his desk as Carol entered his office. Behind him the city's skyline loomed imposingly through the broad picture windows.
"Shut the door, Carol," Mike Benton said bluntly. "I want another blow job."
Carol blushed fiercely as she shut and locked the door. Now that Mr. Benton had voiced his desire she felt twice as guilty as she had while working in the typing pool. But her pussy was getting hot under her panties, and she knew Mr. Benton could see her nipples stiffening through her bra.
Why did sucking his dick turn her on so much? That was the worst part, Carol thought, worse even than his making her give him blow jobs at least once a day. Carol didn't want to enjoy it as much as she did. She was afraid Mike Benton was turning her into some kind of awful whore, like her mother.
"Hurry up, Carol," Mr. Benton insisted smoothly. "I've got a conference to go to in forty minutes. I don't want to be late. I want some relief right now."
"You're always so horny," Carol objected, meekly, padding across the carpet towards his desk. "I mean, aren't you ever satisfied? I already gave you a blow job this morning."
"I don't want to hear any of your lip," Benton replied calmly, and unzipped his dress slacks. "Let's just get on our knees, shall we? I'll do the thinking, you do the sucking."
Carol's objections died within her as soon as she saw Mr. Benton's cock. It was huge and gorgeous, with balls the size of plums and an enormously thick, shiny-skinned, deep-red knob. Carol hated to admit to herself how much she enjoyed sucking, licking and kissing Mr. Benton's huge prick. Sometimes she came when he spurted his cream down her throat.
Behind Mr. Benton's desk, Carol fell to her knees, being careful not to wrinkle her dress. She lifted her hands and gingerly touched his huge, stiff dick, sighing softly as the blood-filled shaft twitched eagerly against her thumb.
"Unh shit," Benton grumbled. He thrust his hand behind Carol's head and roughly pulled her hair, drawing her face to his cum-seeping cock head. "Let's suck it now, shall we? A real good blow job for your big-shot boss!"
Carol blushed again at Benton's obscene language. She moved her hand down to the base of his prick and squeezed it hard; the wetness between her legs increased as she felt his shaft throb in her palm. Extending her tongue, Carol licked quick, teasing circles around the tip of his cock. She darted her tongue into his cum-slit, making his dick throb and twitch with its stiffness.
"Start sucking!"
Carol opened her mouth wide and took the first several inches of Benton's hard-on between her full, lipstick-painted lips. She clasped her mouth around the shaft and drew in her breath, caving in her cheeks as the sucking pressure in her throat increased.
Automatically, Carol started to suck. In the past several months she'd given Mr. Benton more blow jobs than she could count. By this time, her technique on his prick was instinctive and experienced. Carol gently bobbed her head up and down, fucking her throat with his enormous cock. She held the base of his dick in her fist and jerked him off into her mouth.
"Mmmmm," Benton sighed. He grabbed Carol's head behind the ears, spread his legs, and pumped his hips hungrily off the chair. "Harder, baby," he whispered, thrusting his throbbing cock further between her pursed lips. "Make me cum fast ... not too much time. Suck the cum right out of my balls!"
Benton's hard-on was already beginning to ooze cum. Carol could taste the cum cream dripping from the slit in his spongy knob. Her mouth was warm and buttery wet, filled with a mixture of her own saliva and his running jism. Her lips began to make obscene slurping, smacking sounds as they sucked tightly around his bloated prick.
"My balls!" Benton gasped. He spread his thighs wider apart, exposing the wrinkled, hairy sac of his nuts. "Play with them, Carol. Gently, cup them in your hands. Oh, Christ, is my prick stiff! Suck hard, damn you, as hard as you can!"
Carol's cheeks flushed pink as her lips strained around the blue-veined pole of his cock. She moved her fingers carefully between his legs and toyed with his balls, wiggling the twin globes, cupping the sac warmly in her palm.
By this time she was as horny as her boss was, even though he was the one being sucked. Her breasts felt swollen, even larger than they ordinarily were. Her nipples were so stiff that they hurt as they pushed through the lacy cups of her bra.
Between her thighs, her whole cunt mound dripped with her juices. She was sure that the smell of her pussy filled every corner of Mr. Benton's office. Why did sucking his dick make her so horny? She could never understand. Her clit was so hard now that it tingled. She wondered if she would cum when he shot his load into her mouth.
"More, Carol," Benton groaned. "I'm getting really close. My prick's so stiff! Suck hard. I'm about to pop!"
Benton's dick swelled to total throbbing, jerking hardness in the encasing warmth of Carol's mouth. More and more jism seeped out of his bloated knob. Carol started sucking his cock with a special fury, doing her best to help him unload.
She held the shaft of his dick in both hands and stroked it violently, squeezing very hard and rhythmically milking his shaft into her mouth. Her lips clasped and chewed tightly just under the heart shape of the knob, crinkling around the edges as she puckered her cheeks. Carol swirled her tongue wetly all over his dick head, opening his cum slit with its tip.
"Ahhhhh ... " Benton sighed.
A warm stream of cum burst from his cock head, shooting smoothly down Carol's throat. Carol moaned in ecstasy and continued sucking. Benton grunted, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her mouth savagely over his cock.
The cum kept squirting out of his dick, one long spurt after another. As she drank all his cream down, Carol felt her clit tingling madly, the familiar, delicious warmth building deep inside her cunt.
Then she was cumming too, wincing and blushing and groaning as Benton stuffed more and more of his cock down her throat. The kind of orgasms she had when she was sucking off a man were different than the kind she enjoyed when fucking, but they were just as satisfying. Every time a spurt of Benton's cum gushed down her throat, Carol felt an answering spasm ravage her pussy.
The last drops burbled out of his dick head. Carol felt the heat in her cunt gradually subside. Lovingly now, silently thankful for the pleasure he'd given her, Carol took his cock out of her mouth and licked it affectionately. There was a lipstick ring around the middle of his shaft. Carefully she cleaned it up with her tongue.
"Satisfied now?" she asked playfully. Carol cupped his meat in her hands and smiled up at him adoringly. She always felt especially attracted to her boss after sucking him off. "Honestly, I've never known a man your age who needed his cock sucked so often. Even the boys I used to go out with, the ones my own age ... none of them were as horny as you."
Benton smiled down at her. "Actually, I'm not satisfied yet at all. Look at how hard my cock is, Carol. I can't go into conference like this. I think I'd better fuck you."
Carol's expression changed immediately. She knew the kind of fucking Benton would want. She'd have to climb on top of him as he sat in the chair, sweating and grunting as she pumped her ass up and down over his throbbing dick, doing all the work herself.
Carol loved fucking her handsome, older boss. Sometimes she asked him to stay late after work so he could feed his big cock into her pussy right on the floor. But fucking like this, in the middle of the day, was another thing entirely.
It was too embarrassing. After fucking, Carol's clothes and body would reek from their fuck juices. Her dress would be wrinkled. Her hair would be mussed. The smell from her pussy would be caught by every girl in the typing pool. They'd spend the rest of the day giggling at her behind her back. Carol hated to be conspicuous. It made her feel cheap and dirty.
"Please just let me suck you off again," she pleaded quietly. Kneeling between his legs, she stroked his throbbing hard-on with both hands and looked up at him with wide, forlorn eyes. "I mean, can't we just fuck after work? I'd like to do it then. I'd like to a lot."
Benton shook his head and smiled. "I won't have time then. Fuck me now."
"My panties will get all sticky," Carol continued. "Aww please, Mr. Benton, you know how I hate that. All the other girls in the pool stare at me. It's really embarrassing when they know what I've been doing."
"Pull down your panties and hike up your dress," Benton insisted evenly. "And get on top of me. I want to get laid."
Carol groaned. Rising to her feet, she lifted her dress to her waist and pulled down her panties, squirming them over her ass cheeks, down her long tapering legs.
"Let me look at you for a second," Benton murmured.
Carol held her dress around her waist and stood motionless before her boss for a moment, letting him admire her slim, lithe hips, long legs and the fleecy-haired triangle of her pussy. In spite of herself, she felt her cheeks flushing with pride. She couldn't help adoring Mr. Benton and secretly loved it when he admired her voluptuous body.
Benton's big cock grew even stiffer as he stared at the pouting, hair-fringed slit of her cunt. "Okay," he said, and squirmed his ass into position on the chair. "Get on top of me now. Let's start fucking."
The seat of Benton's chair was broad, leaving more than enough room for Carol to plant her knees on it to either side of his hips. Quickly, she climbed on top of him, feeling the chair seem to sag with their combined weights.
Carol wriggled her knees into the knit fabric of the chair seat and placed her hands on Benton's shoulders for support. Holding the base of his prick in his hand, Benton rubbed the swollen knob all over her fuck hole. Carol grunted feverishly, winced and instinctively thrust her cunt onto his cock.
"Stay still!" Benton gasped. "I'm gonna put it in."
Benton fit the spongy head of his cock securely into her small, tight cunt, sighing as he felt her pussy lips suck around the tip of his dick. Carol gasped with pleasure and forced herself to stay still. Then, with the knob securely embedded inside her, she slowly let her ass fall downwards, slowly but surely impaling her cunt on the swollen length of his dick.
Bit by bit his prick bored greasily into her fuck tunnel. Soon Carol found herself forgetting about her clothes, or her hair, or whether or not the other typists would say anything when she returned to the pool.
She was very horny now. Her clit tingled as it rubbed against Benton's huge cock, and her pussy walls ached warmly as they sucked around the invading thickness of his shaft. All she wanted to do now was fuck ... as fast and as hard as she could.
"Unggghhhh," Carol groaned. She slid her hips downward until Benton's dick was buried to the balls in the hairy mouth of her pussy. Slowly she pulled her ass back up, letting his dick slide wetly out of her cunt.
Then she started fucking him. Whimpering and squealing, flushing and wincing, Carol pumped her naked little ass up and down over the satisfying length of Benton's cock. The chair creaked obscenely with the rhythm of their humping. Carol squeezed his shoulders and fucked him faster and faster, making her pussy muscles suck and squeeze around his warmly throbbing dick.
"Now doesn't that feel good?" Benton asked teasingly. He remained motionless in the chair, letting his young secretary do all the work as she pumped her pussy frantically on his hard-on. "You still want to wait til the end of the day, honey?"
"Unh, unh, unh ... " Carol grunted. The short exhalations of breath came repeatedly from the back of her throat as she fucked her cunt with her boss's huge cock. Her ass and thighs were now coated with a sheen of sweat. Her ass cheeks contracted in and out as she hammered her cunt over his aching prick. "Oh, God, Mr. Benton, unh ... unh ... it's so good! Fuck me! Harder, do it haaard unh, unh, unh ... "
Benton didn't move. Awkwardly, humping up and down on his dick, Carol tore open buttons on her dress and ripped the front open, exposing the bra-harnessed globes of her breasts. Her tits were very big and full and firm, perhaps the most exquisitely developed part of her incredible body. The creamy white globes jiggled seductively in their bra cups, and the fat red nipples protruded stiffly through the lacy fabric.
Carol pulled down her bra cups, exposing her tits.
"Play with my breasts!" she squealed, fucking faster and faster on Benton's cock. Her pussy was getting incredibly wet now, gurgling as her cunt walls sucked around his prick. "Oh please, Mr. Benton ... I'm so hot ... squeeze my titties!"
Benton raised his hands to her enormous bouncing knockers. He palmed them in his huge hands and squeezed them gently. Then he caught the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them hard, knowing from experience that that was what excited Carol most.
"I'm cumming!" Carol gasped. Immediately the spasms flowered deep inside her sopping-wet fuck hole, making her clit tingle wildly and her cunt suck wetly around Benton's cock. "Unhhh yes, fuck meeee! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg ... "
Carol came for a full minute, sobbing loudly, feverishly humping her cunt on Benton's prick. His huge, swollen cock grew stiffer in the sucking wetness of her pussy, and his nuts tightened with cum between his thighs.
But just as Benton was about to cum, Carol pumped her ass up too high. Benton's wildly throbbing hard-on popped greasily out of her fuck hole and lay throbbing and pulsing against her hairy mound. Before Carol could pull away from him, Benton came.
White spurts of his cum squirted out of his bloated knob, gushing all over her belly and dress. Barely recovered from her own cum, Carol lowered her head and watched helplessly as the thick jism continued to spurt all over her lower body.
"Oh, God damn it!" Carol swore. She rose from the chair and Mr. Benton's lap and stared shamefacedly down at herself, shaking her head in dismay as his cum dripped onto her thigh. "Mr. Benton, just look at me! How am I going to go into the typing pool looking like this?'
"I guess you'll just have to clean yourself up," Benton said. He grinned, wiped his cock head off with a handkerchief and tucked his sore, wilted cock back into his pants. "It's not my problem, honey."
"But it's so embarrassing!" Carol whined, and looked pleadingly at her employer. "Mr. Benton, why couldn't we just wait until this evening before we fucked? I mean, don't you care about my feelings at all? I know I'm only twenty-two years old and you're much smarter than me and all that, but ... "
"Shut up," Benton said softly. "You do what I tell you to do. No, I do not care about your feelings." Smiling, he began to fish through the papers on his desk for his conference notes. "Now get yourself straight and get your ass out of here, young lady. I'm in a hurry."
Carol blushed fiercely, nodded her head and cleaned herself up as best she could.
"And don't forget your date tonight with Mr. Stern," Benton said warningly.
"Oh God, do I really have to go out with him?" Carol asked miserably. "He's so old! He gives me the creeps."
Although patient, Benton's voice was laden with menace. "It does not matter if Mr. Stern gives you the creeps. Mr. Stern is an extremely important client. I told you a week ago that you would have dinner with Mr. Stern on Tuesday night. Today is Tuesday. You will behave yourself, Carol, and you will do whatever Mr. Stern asks you to do. I repeat, you will do whatever ... "
"Does that mean I have to fuck him?" Carol asked bluntly.
"Do you want to keep your job?"
With Benton grinning behind her, Carol left his office in a huff. It took her five minutes in the ladies room to straighten out her appearance. Still, when she returned to the typing pool, she could smell Benton's cum and her own pussy juices on her dress. At least one of the typists giggled as she entered the room.
Her cheeks crimson, Carol sat at her desk and tried to concentrate on the letter in her typewriter. But all she could think of was her date with Mr. Stern.
Sixty-eight years old, Carol thought, shaking her head. Mr. Stern was a nice enough man. He was very handsome for his years. But sixty-eight! That was old enough to be her grandfather!