Chapter 4
When Susan finally did get a chance to speak with David Meyers she was quite pleased with him. For he seemed relaxed and calm. He was a middle-aged man, graying at the temples and above average in height. He had an honest, sincere look that so many men do who play around, she was soon to discover.
"Come right in, Susan," he told her. "I hope you don't mind me calling you Susan?"
"Naturally not, David," she replied.
"I would appreciate it if you would call me Mr. Meyers," he smiled quickly. "It's a little different when I refer to you as Susan. I would have to say Miss or is it Ms.?"
"It's Miss," Susan smiled at him.
As she filled out the application form, she looked at him anxiously.
"How many words a minute do you type?" he asked her.
"Enough," she said as she handed him the form so he could see for himself.
"Seventy," he told her, "that's not bad."
"No, I'm rather good at typing," she admitted.
"I wonder if you mind taking a little shorthand and giving me a typing demo?" David Meyers asked the young secretary.
"Of course not," Susan replied quietly.
"All right," he told her. "You can go in this office over here, and by the way, Susan, I wish you would type in your birthday suit."
Startled, Susan wheeled around.
"Did I hear you right?"
Nodding knowingly, David Meyers assured her that she had heard him correctly.
"I need a girl Friday," he explained. "A girl who can take care of all of my needs."
"I don't know whether I qualify for the job," she said. "It sounds pretty heavy."
"It pays well," he assured her, "and you've come with the highest recommend from Mr. Martin."
"I guess I could try," she admitted, "but it does seem rather abnormal to type naked."
"You'll get used to it," he told her. "You might even learn to type eighty words a minute while I'm eating you."
"That's expecting an awful lot," the secretary shook her head. "I am working my way up to Washington. I haven't been there yet."
He got the point.
"You should be so lucky," he told her. "The girls there have it made. All they need to have is a senator who likes to go to bed with them. All that and on the taxpayers' money."
He chuckled as he envied the men in Washington. He felt deprived and neglected that he had to pay for his own sex on the side.
Moments later he entered the room and sat in an arm chair as he watched Susan typing. However, his eyes weren't focused on her fingers. Rather they were sweeping across her curvaceous bosoms and he was glancing down at her crotch.
"I hope you don't mind if I eat you while you're typing," he told her.
"I guess I'll just have to get used to it," she shook her head. "They didn'tmention that I would have to learn this skill at the business college where I learned to type."
"Times are changed," he laughed. "We have become more decadent since then."
"Apparently so," Susan confessed as she watched her boss undress.
It was distressing to her to have him sitting down in front of her, tonguing her. She clenched her teeth as she went on typing. He ran his fingers around her ass cheeks as she worked at the machine.
"Is this really necessary, Mr. Meyers, for me to keep typing while you're eating my box?" she demanded.
"Yes, it is," the older man looked up at the young girl and explained seriously. "I believe you can mix business with pleasure. Now you keep typing and I'll keep eating, if you don't mind."
"It's distracting," she complained, "to have your tongue sliding in my pussy while I'm typing up a storm."
"Try it," he told her, "it's my own unique method of obtaining my kicks. I'm sure you understand we all have our hang-ups."
Even though she thought it was disgusting to carry on like this, she continued.
"Ohhh, that does feel good," she said, reaching down and gripping his head.
She held him in line as she pushed her pussy back and forth.
"I love that," she exclaimed. "Oh, baby, that's beautiful. Yes, yes, love me. Just like that."
The intense, erotic pleasure that she was deriving from this sexual moment of ecstasy had her trembling.
"Ohhh, eat it," she groaned as she gushed.
Lustily licking her box, David Meyers finally finished eating her. Pulling out he looked at her.
"I think you taste good enough to hire," he told her.
"I'm glad to know that I'm worth something," she quipped. He signed her on the spot but he insisted that he have some more sex with her.
"I happen to be a fan of anal intercourse," he told her glibly.
"I don't see why everyone likes to do it from behind," she complained. "It seems so unnatural and abnormal."
"That's precisely why it's such a pleasure," he said as he reached down and patted her curvaceous ass cheeks.
"I like to do it over the desk," he told her.
She couldn't help but marvel at how well prepared he was to accommodate her sexually. Gripping her ass cheeks after he had crudely applied Vaseline to his cock, he was ready to forge forward. His thick, long penis plunged rhythmically up her asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he told her, "and fuck you real good."
His powerful penis plunged into her anal channel. At first she wanted to cry out in agony. However, she managed to relax.
"Twist your tail for me," he told her. "Now you're doing it. Just like that, love. Fuck it."
He enjoyed the way his hot hands caressed her bare bottom. More than that, she liked the way his thick, long cock stabbed into her.
"Fuck me," he begged, "fuck me."
With hard, driving cock stabs he went on thrusting. She was so excited now she could hardly stand it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I want you to do. Give it to me."
She was getting more and more excited now.
"That's the way to do it," he told her anxiously. "Keep it up, baby. Fuck it."
With determination and drive he continued slamming her.
"Ohhh, come on, baby," he gasped as he rutted into her, "fuck off. Yes, baby, yes. That's the way I like it. Give me a hot ass fuck."
His hands gripped her bare bottom. He was riding into her roughly at this point.
"Swing your ass," he told her. "Now. Just like that. Keep your tail twisting."
Forging his cock forward, he plunged in deeply. She could feel his bare balls slapping against her bottom.
"Ohhh, I like it," he gasped as he rutted farther. "Now we're doing it. Just like that. Fuck, baby, fuck."
At first she thought she couldn't stand it. However, it became easier and easier for her.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Yes, baby. Just like that. Keep your ass moving."
He was developing a rhythm. He was fucking at a good pace.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her, "that's the way. Just keep it up. Now you're doing it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
All at once she felt his hot white cream exploding in her asshole. She enjoyed the delicious excitement of his cock cumming.
"Ohhh, wow!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Now I'm there, baby. Twist your tail around."
She ground her hips around. She was enjoying it more and more.
"Yes, baby, yes," he told her, "that's what I like. Now you're doing it. Fuck off."
He went on slamming up her ass until he shot his gun off twice. Finally he eased his cock from her asshole.
Wiping his cock off, he smiled at her.
"I think you'll make a good secretary," he told her, "now that you know what the official duties are. I hope that you will accommodate me when I feel this need. It isn't that I don't love my wife, it's just that I need some entertainment now and then. I'm sure you understand."
Susan was about to get dressed. However, he still wasn't satisfied.
"I have this vibrating dildo for you to accommodate yourself," he told her.
She glanced at it and recognized it was a double dildo.
"It adjusts so you can slip it in your asshole as well as in your pussy," he said smoothly.
"Maybe I don't want it," she quipped.
"And why not?" he urged her. "You'll enjoy it. You ought to give it a test run."
"Look, I'm not sick on the subject of sex," she told him, "and I don't appreciate your trying to force me into anything."
"Really," David Meyers exclaimed, "I thought you were very fortunate to be considered an employee of mine. No doubt you have been doing this for years."
"I'm not that old," she exclaimed. "I just graduated from high school."
"I don't know whether you would satisfy me or not," he shook his head grimly. "As a matter-of-fact, I think we had better just call it a day."
"Not on your life," Susan shook her head. "That is, if you don't want me to reveal everything to your wife."
That got David Meyers furious.
"Are you suggesting blackmail, young lady?" he demanded bluntly.
"If necessary," Susan said in a clipped voice. "Of course, I hate to resort to such dirty methods, but if I have to I will."
He got the point.
"When do you want to start, honey?"
"Whenever you're ready," she told him.
"I do have quite a bit of office work," he told her, "and I have some out-of-town company coming in, too. I would like to swing a business deal and they say one of the best ways to do it is to have a gorgeous woman seduce the salesman."
"If I'm going to do all that for you, I expect a good salary. Do you understand?"
"You are forcing me to understand," David Meyers gulped. "I suppose I've got to pay you very well."
When they had agreed upon a price, Susan sighed heavily.
"I'm learning a lot about life," she grimaced, "and it isn't all pretty, is it?"
He shook his head.
"No, it isn't," he confessed. "I guess we all have our problems. If your worst problem is confronting me, you are lucky indeed, young lady."
"Thanks too much," she told him.
When she got back to her pad, the phone was ringing. It was Gloria.
"How's everything?" Gloria asked her.
"Fine," she told her. "What's new with you?"
"I got quite an offer for an exhibition, dear," she told her. "Are you interested?"
"Should I be?"
"Yes," she told her frankly, "because it pays well. Just the two of us making out. It will be some nude wrestling and we'll finish with a sixty-nine."
"How much?"
"A hundred and fifty each," Gloria said excitedly.
"That isn't bad," Susan admitted, "but when does this wholesome event take place?"
"It's set for next Saturday night," she told her. "It's a stag party. I certainly hope those morbid men don't bring their wives. I would hate to think that I was satisfying a group of lesbians as well as a bunch of fornicators."
"What are fornicators?"
"It's another word for fuck, honey," she told her. "Guess you didn't learn anything in school."
Saturday night Susan went over the Gloria's place. Gloria was quite excited. She was sporting a new wig.
"I'm going to wear this wig and some false eye lashes," she told Susan, "just in case we're raided and somebody takes pictures. I don't want to easily recognized."
"I should have a wig, too," Susan insisted. "I don't want to risk anything either."
"Don't worry," her girl friend told her, "nothing's gonna happen. Just play it cool."
At this point Susan was becoming more anymore aware of the situation.
"I don't like it," she complained. "I really don't We're heading for a lot of trouble."
"Trouble, my ass," Gloria said confidently. "We're gonna make a mint. Come on, baby."
Susan followed Gloria down to her car. The two girls got in the car and drove across the street to get on the freeway. Once on the freeway, Gloria reached over and patted Susan. Susan didn't appreciate having another woman feel her like this and she didn't hesitate to tell her girl friend so either.
"Watch your hands," Susan snapped.
"Look, love," Gloria told her, "we are very friendly. And we're gonna get a lot friendlier at the party. Remember?"
"I'm trying to forget," she told her.
When they finally did arrive at Henry's place, they were greeted by a Japanese boy.
"Henry is waiting for you," he smiled.
They were ushered up to Henry's upstairs bedroom. It overlooked a beautiful patio and a pool.
"Hi, Henry love," Gloria greeted him as she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips affectionately against his. "Want you to meet Susan."
Henry's eyes looked at Susan appreciatively.
"It's a good find," he told Gloria. "I'm sure that you two girls will put on a fine performance."
"You don't have to worry about us," Susan assured him.
Henry said that he wanted to see them both undress.
"Let me see what you look like, Susan," he told her. "You are new around here and I've got to observe your beauty."
It didn't take him long to make up his mind that he was going to enjoy her.
"Now just take off your clothes, honey, and give me a good look."
Susan was becoming tired of undressing for everyone.
"Oh, all right," she quipped.
She really resented undressing all the time. Nevertheless, she recognized that if she was going to satisfy her customers, she would have to do many things that she didn't particularly like.
"You look beautiful," Henry observed. "You really do, my love."
In a worshipful manner that completely surprised Susan, she observed the man get to his knees once she was naked. He clasped her ass cheeks and instantly let his tongue slip to her pussy.
"Lick it," she told him in a demeaning voice.
She figured if this was what he wanted to hear, she would tell him to go ahead.
His tongue swung into action. He began licking hard.
"Yes, baby, yes," she urged him on, "now you're doing it. Just like that, tiger."
Henry was more than willing to give her the sensations she demanded.