Chapter 3
Susan went home and gave a lot of thought to all that had happened with her and Gloria. She figured that perhaps she could get a job as a secretary and offer her sexual services as a bonus.
She went out and bought a new wardrobe on credit. She made certain that her clothes revealed her body's dimensions to good advantage.
The next step was to go to an employment agency. When she met Charles Martin at the employment agency, he looked at her appreciatively.
"You look like you are ready to have some fun," he told her.
"I got this outfit to wear to work," she grinned knowingly.
"Honey, I've got just the spot for you," Mr. Martin began nervously, "but first, why don't you give me a look at those breasts of yours?"
Momentarily Susan was taken back. It was difficult for her to become acclimated to such boldness.
"Let's face it," he told her, "you are gonna have to show them to one of your bosses no doubt. So why don't you let me have a look at them? I have always been a breast man."
Shaking her head and not understanding what Charles Martin was trying to say, she asked him point blank, "What are you trying to tell me?"
"I mean, some men dig beautiful, curvaceous hips. Other men appreciate the curves of the bosoms. I'm a bosom man."
"I guess I can't deny you a look at my body," she admitted.
Slowly she unfastened her blouse. Removing her blouse completely, she then proceeded to remove her bra. Looking at her beautiful bosoms, Charles Martin licked his lips in anticipation.
"Why don't you let me lick them?" he demanded.
Susan was not about to let him do a thing to her.
"Mr. Martin," she exclaimed, "you are trying to seduce me."
"Did you just figure that out?" he asked as he nervously glanced down at his bulging crotch.
"I'm worried over the way this interview is going," she lamented.
"My dear," he continued, "I can get you a very good job, but I feel I have a perfect right to experiment with one of my girls. Now why don't you let me experiment with you?"
She shook her head.
"I couldn't do that," she told him. "It just wouldn't be right."
She was becoming more and more disturbed by his attitude.
"Come on, sweetheart," he urged her, "let's have a look at you. I want to see everything."
Before Susan would remove her skirt and panties, she wanted an assurance that he would try getting her a job.
"On one condition," she said in a businesslike manner, "you pick up that phone and make a call. I want to know that I'm gonna have a whack at a good job."
Charles Martin threw his head back and laughed raucously.
"What's so funny?" Susan snapped, wondering if it was something she had said.
"The way you put things," he told her. "A whack at it. You really make me laugh, sweetheart."
"You've got a warped sense of humor," she told him. "You really have."
"Now, honey," he told her anxiously, "let me tell you something. You have every right in the world to get angry. But hold your temper. I will get you that job. Believe me, I will."
Coming closer to her, Charles Martin proceeded to strip her. He pulled off her skirt. Then he knew he had her. He could see her panties were moistening. Dropping to his knees, he reached out and clasped her naked ass cheeks. He began licking her velvety vagina. She loved the sensation of his tongue flipping back and forth across her fur-trimmed triangle. Finally he plunged it inside of her.
"Oh, wow!" she finally exclaimed. "I love it when you dip your tongue in there. Now you're doing it. Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Eat my box. I love it. Eat my sweet pussy."
It was strange how his tongue had awakened the first cravings within her. She loved the feel of him driving his tongue in her hole. It was burning through her body now in one tremendous torch of love.
"Slide your tongue back and forth," she panted eagerly.
Closing her eyes, she reached down and gripped his head. She kept pumping her body furiously.
"Lick me," she begged him, "lick me, baby. Taste my pussy juices. Get your tongue down in there and lick me up."
He loved the fact that he had lit the fire in her body.
"Oh, wow!" she panted. "Suck my pussy, darling, suck it."
Passionate echoes seemed to reverberate within her now.
"Suck my pussy," she begged, "suck me. Taste it, baby, suck it and taste it."
The erotic sensations of his tongue flipping into her vagina and his fingers clutching at her ass cheeks brought her around one more time.
Her body burned with lusty, erotic desire as she juiced in his face. Quickly Mr. Martin licked the young girl's pussy clean-.
When his tongue swung out of her and he got to his feet, he made no secret of what he wanted to do. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his enormous cock.
"I want to screw your ass hole," he told her.
She shook her head.
"I don't want your dirty old dick slipping up my ass," she told him.
"My pecker is sizzling to slip into you," he told her.
As he pulled out his huge cock and gently caressed the tip of it, she could see he was starting to juice.
"I won't hurt you," he promised her. "That is, if you'll cooperate."
At this point he had her bend over. And applying his spit to his cock, he began thrusting forward. All of the sudden he was fucking deep within her. This ignited the fires all through her body.
As his fingers reached for her clit, she felt her body tighten. She threw her pelvis and slammed her beautiful ass cheeks up to meet his driving cock stabs.
"I'd like to slam it up your rear end," he told her. "It's real tight there. I love to fuck tight, young ass holes." It felt as if her entire body was going to be torn in two. But she didn't feel as though this wild man could be stopped now.
"Fuck it," he told her as his eyes flashed a sexual fire.
He was a hard-muscled animal showing the evil side. Suddenly she couldn't resist. Deeper and harder he was plunging into her.
"Fuck it," he told her. "Fuck, baby, fuck. Twist that pretty tail of yours. Fuck, fuck!"
Moaning as she twisted her ass for him, Susan was getting hotter and more excited herself.
"Fuck it," he told her hurriedly. "Fuck, baby, fuck."
She enjoyed the sensation of the cum shooting up her ass hole now.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Fuck."
She was so excited at this point she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, twist your ass," he told her. "Fuck it, sweetheart, that's it. Fuck!"
Susan became wild. All of the inhibitions were gone. She thrilled to the pistoning assault on her ass hole. Unable to stop and losing control, she twisted her ass wildly. As she did this, Mr. Martin's thick, long cock thrust harder.
"Yes, baby," he told her, "fuck me. Keep twisting your tail."
He was moving steadily now, increasing the pace of his cock stabs. It made her shiver all over. Her big bosoms bobbed up and down as her ass twisted. He jammed deeper into her.
"Keep your tail twisting," he begged.
She was tightening up now. The tingles of excitement raced up and down her spine.
"Fuck me," he told her. "Fuck me. Oh, baby, I love a hot ass fuck."
. It felt as if hot pins were driving into her ass hole. Her entire body was alive. At this point she wanted him to fuck her. She cried out for it.
"Give me your cock," she told him in a sexual frenzy.
She moved her ass swiftly. His cock scraped her buttocks as he screwed her to climax.
"Oh, baby, I'm cumming," he panted as his juices spasmed out of the tip of his cock.
Reaching around, he fondled her affectionately.
"Oh, baby," he gasped, "what a fuck you are. What a beautiful, willing fuck."
Susan was pleased she had been able to satisfy Mr. Martin so completely.
"Now about that job," she began.
"There's just one more thing," Mr. Martin cut in. "You see, my dear, I have special clients and there's always one thing they demand with their secretaries. You know how busy these executives are, they don't have time to go out of the office for their kicks. And they have to get home on time or their wives will nag. So they all like the good old-fashioned chair fuck. In an office chair, of course. Do you think you could handle that?"
Susan was dismayed and shocked at what he seemed to be suggesting. She thought for a long moment.
"Well, I've never done that before, but with some training I don't see why I couldn't handle it. I'm a fast learner, you know."
"We'll see," Mr. Martin smiled as he pulled a chair to the center of his office. "I'll just sit here and spread my legs and then you can settle your tight pussy right over my bulging prick. That way I can get deep inside your hole and give you a good chair fuck. Now get right over here, my dear."
Soon Mr. Martin was burying his penis in her hot, tight hole. This was just the kind of action he knew he needed. And he was certain she'd love it, too.
Susan was determined to do everything in her power to keep his cock pummeling in her hot, willing hole. If this meant getting a job, all the better.
"You know how to fuck me," she whispered. "That's the way I like it, tiger. Fuck me good."
He rode his thick, long penis into her. He was determined he was going to give her just the kind of wild screwing she required.
"Ohhh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "that's what I need. Now you're fucking. Keep it up. Deeper, baby, I'm going in deeper."
He didn't stop for a moment. This was the kind of fucking he really loved.
"Yes, baby, yes," he whispered, "that's what I want. Now you're fucking. Come on, baby, fuck off."
With rugged, hard cock penetrations, she bounced up and down on his rigid penis. He continued thrilling her in this manner.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "now you're doing it."
She gripped his shoulders. She let her hands grasp them tightly. She caressed and squeezed his shoulders as he got his gun off.
"I'm cumming," he panted, "I'm cumming."
He was drilling into her bouncing cunt hole in short, hard jabs. He concentrated his assault at her clit. And then as his orgasm erupted in her vagina, he kissed her on the mouth. Opening her mouth, she let his tongue slip inside. She loved the rhythm of his tongue, timed perfectly to his sliding shaft, smoothly caressing her.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me."
With a ferocity known only to a wild, erotic woman, she gave him everything he wanted.
Once she pulled off him, he got up and walked over to the chair behind his desk. He slumped down. "Do you think I'll make a good secretary?" Susan smiled.
"Baby, with a body like that you could make it all the way to the top in Washington."
"I guess that's where the breaks are," she laughed. "I could always seduce a senator and then write a book about what a bastard he was."
They both had a laugh as he pulled out a bottom drawer of his desk which turned out to be a mini-bar.
"What'll you have?" he grinned up at her.
Looking down at the assortment of drinks that he managed to keep in his desk, she marveled.
"You've got everything."
"You have, too, baby," he smiled as he patted her bare, silky ass cheeks affectionately.
Settling for a bourbon and Seven, she looked at him as he drank his bourbon on the rocks.
"I figure it's good to be prepared," he told her as he finished drinking his liquor.
A few moments later Susan dressed and so did Mr. Martin. He then began the work of finding her a job.
"I think you will enjoy working for this gentleman," he told her. "He's a banker. A very distinguished man, I might say. Has a beautiful wife but also has a roving eye."
"Don't they all?" she grinned.
"Yes, I'm afraid they do," Mr. Martin admitted.
Susan took the card that Mr. Martin gave her, bearing the name and address of David Meyers. She went to Mr. Meyers' office a short time later and waited for the interview. She knew she would be closely scrutinized by this man and she was prepared to do her all to land the job.