Chapter 1
He pulled her panties down to her ankles and pushed his head under her skirt. Wanda Wilson stood there in Mark Johnson's office, immobilized.
It was noon. Out the window she saw people pouring out of the building to go to lunch. Wanda felt helpless. She had a good job and she didn't want to risk losing it.
When he had hired her, Mark Johnson had intimated that he expected her to sleep with
him. She hadn't given it much thought, figuring she could handle it if it ever came up.
Wanda was Johnson's executive secretary. Johnson had a wife and two kids and he knew Wanda had a steady boyfriend, but this hadn't . cooled his ardor.
She blushed and moaned. His mouth felt wonderful on her crotch. She really didn't mind that he was making love to her. She was always ready for fucking. Ever since she had lost her virginity at the age of fifteen she couldn't get enough. She and Marty, her boyfriend for the past two years, fucked almost every day, and even so Wanda masturbated regularly. She sometimes wondered if there was something wrong with her.
"Mr. Johnson," she whispered, "please don't. You shouldn't."
There was little conviction in her voice, but she felt she had to say something.
Mark Johnson had his face pressed firmly against her open crotch. She hadn't worn stockings today, and with her panties down around her ankles her cunt and ass were completely bare. She gasped when she felt his tongue plunging in between her hairy wet cuntlips.
The pretty blonde knew her cunt was dripping. She always moistened fast, and having a man's mouth on her pussy always made her
drip cuntjuice.
She groaned when she felt his thick wet tongue pushing inside her cunthole. She thought she would faint. Her knees trembled as she leaned on Johnson's big desk. Quivering, she clasped his head with her hands to maintain her balance.
She didn't know if the office door was locked or not. She wondered if Mrs. Johnson ever walked in unexpectedly. The idea that someone might walk in on them sent shivers of excitement up her spine.
It wasn't as if she hadn't been expecting him to make a pass. A day didn't go by that he didn't eye her tits and ass or make some suggestive remark. Wanda had to admit she found him attractive too. Every day since she had been working for him she had gone home with Wet panties.
At the moment Johnson was cupping her asscheeks, kneading her assflesh slowly with his strong fingers, digging in just hard enough to warm her ass and make it tingle.
He had a good touch. He knew just what.it took to turn a woman on. His mouth sucked and licked her cunt mound and his fingers caressed and fondled her assflesh. Wanda shivered. She knew now she was in his power. She wouldn't do a thing to fight him off.
She hadn't done much cheating in the two
years she had been going with Marty Stevens. Marty was a terrific guy and a good lover. He wanted to marry her and was putting pressure on her to make a decision. As a matter of fact she was leaving for a two week vacation tomorrow to spend some time alone and make up her mind about whether or not to marry him.
She moved her legs further apart, mewling now at the wonderful sensations made by Johnson's tongue and lips and teeth in her cunt. Marty was a good cunt-lapper, but he had never sucked her pussy as furiously as Mark Johnson was doing now.
Johnson pushed his mouth up between her thighs, forcing her to lean back across the desk. Her fingers held his head tightly. She wasn't holding him to maintain balance now, but to urge him to continue.
His probing mouth was turning her cunt to jelly. She tangled her fingers in his hair and shoved her hot cunt firmly into his face.
"Yes!" she hissed wantonly. "Yes, eat me! Eat my cunt! Eat me out!"
Grunting, he grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt mound closer to his face. She quivered at the feel of his mouth. He licked up and down her thick blonde cuntlips, sliding his tongue up and down her slimy gash. She cried out when he zeroed in on her clit, pulling and sucking on
her little passion button.
He moved his hands around to her pussy. He pried her cuntlips open with his fingers and stretched her cunthole. He opened her up all the way in order to push more of his tongue inside her cunt-channel.
He used his tongue like a small prick. He pistoned it in and out of her cunthole, reaming^ out the mouth of her cunt. He licked and sucked her cunt-flesh, drenching his face with her cuntjuice. His beard scraped against her tender flesh. She spread her legs further, leaning against the desk and shoving her crotch at his mouth.
She knew what they were doing was wrong, but she could no longer help herself. She hadn't had a man suck her pussy like this since her high school prom. That had been three years ago when she was only eighteen, and her date had been the captain of the football team. They had spent most of the evening in his car with his head in her crotch.
Johnson was rhythmically mashing his face against her dripping pussy. Every few moments his long thick tongue would dart into her cunt-channel.
Wanda panted for breath. She squirmed against his face, moaning and mewling and begging him to suck harder. He grunted and dug his tongue deeper into her cunthole.
She squealed, no longer caring if anyone could hear them. She'd never had a sucking like this. Her pussy was gushing cuntjuice. Johnson lapped it up and swallowed it down. Even so, a flood of cuntcream ran into the crack of her ass.
Her body was trembling uncontrollably now, and she leaned back until she was lying on top of the desk. Her thighs were open wide and Johnson pushed her skirt up around her waist.
She felt him unbutton her skirt and in a moment he pulled it off her feet and tossed it on the sofa. He picked his head up from her crotch and grinned.
"The door's locked. Don't worry. Nobody can come in."
Wanda felt foolish. She was lying on the desk, naked except for her bra. She didn't know if he expected her to take it off or if he was going to.
"Get that thing off, honey!" he chuckled. "I've had my face in your cunt too long for you to get bashful.now."
A moment later she was completely naked. He forced her back on the desk and grabbed her legs. He shoved them apart as wide as they would go. She lay there, writhing her body on the big desk-top.
He clamped his mouth back down on her
cunt. He pushed her knees back to her tits to open her up completely. His mouth made sucking noises as he jammed his tongue into her dripping, sucking cunthole.
His hands moved up to close over her bouncing tits. He squeezed and caressed her big, pear-shaped boobs, pinching her big pink nipples until she squealed for him to take it easy. •
It seemed very quiet outside the office, but she decided everyone was probably out to lunch. At this point, she really didn't care. He was the boss and no one questioned what went on in his big corner office. Meanwhile her cunt was on fire and Mark Johnson was doing a wonderful job of taking her over the edge. At the rate he was going she knew she would come soon.
He continued massaging her sensitive titflesh. She loved having her big melons squeezed and fondled. His hands were big and they felt wonderful on her oversized globes.
He gluttonously sucked and licked her pulsating pussy. He massaged her clit with his nose and pistoned his thick tongue in and out of her steaming cunthole.
His tongue felt wonderful, but she really wanted his cock in there. She wanted his prick rasping against her clit and his cockshaft jammed up her snatch. She wondered if he had
a big cock and if he was planning to fuck her today. She hoped so. Sucking was wonderful, but there was nothing like a cock reaming out her pussy.
She was so hot she would let him fuck her anywhere he wanted. If he wanted to fuck her in the ass she would let him. She had only had her ass fucked a few times and the last time the guy had hurt her. Ever since then she hadn't let anyone else ream her bung. Not even Marty. Right now if Mark Johnson wanted to shove his prick up her shitter she'd open her asscheeks for him.
She moaned now, his tongue doing wild and wonderful things in her cunt. His tongue .was almost as good as some pricks. He sucked and slurped and licked in a way that drove her crazy.
She was wild now, almost out of her mind with lust. She grabbed his head and forced his face up and down against her gash. She cried out when his tongue licked down to her asshole. She stopped moving, savoring the intimate caress and moaning when he left her grommet and moved his tongue back to her clit.
He flicked his tongue back and forth over the erect little bean, and when she couldn't take it any more he plunged his tongue-tip into her cunthole. Wanda thought it was incredible
that he instinctively knew just where to suck and for how long.
She bucked her ass up from the desk, pumping her cunt at his mouth. Her senses were overwhelmed and she began babbling.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Suck my cunt! Suck my clit! Get me off, you sonofabitch! Suck me out, you cuntsucker! Make me come!"
The words tumbled incoherently out of her mouth. She was unaware of everything except the fire in her crotch. He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and buried his face more firmly into her cunt.
She brought her thighs up and squeezed his head in their iron grip. His mouth plastered to her cunt, he tongue-fucked her cunthole as she climaxed.
She cried out and he clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. She humped her ass and arched her back, her long blonde hair flying as she moaned like a bitch in heat. When the last spasm shot through her pussy, she leaned back on the desk and relaxed. Only then did she think that someone outside the door might have heard her. Before she had time to give it any more thought Johnson clamped his mouth back over her cunt and she came again, convulsive contractions gripping her cunt-channel. He kept his hand on her
mouth, but muffled cries escaped his fingers. Her tits jiggled and bounced as her body shook with the force of her spasms.
He began licking and sucking her all over again, her cunt spasming with one orgasm after the other. His face was drenched with her sticky, white cunt-cream, but he didn't seem to get tired. Wanda was beginning to think he got off from sucking.
When he finally pulled his mouth away from her crotch, he wiped his face with a clean handkerchief and grinned down at her.
"Put your clothes on, honey. Next time it's my turn. Now get dressed and get out of here. We don't want people talking."
Johnson gave Wanda the rest of the day off.
"Go home and pack, honey, and have a nice vacation. Remember, when you get back it's my turn."
She drove home in a daze. Had it really happened? Had her boss just sucked her off on his desk? It seemed unreal, but her contented pussy told her it was very real.
It was nice to be home early. She had the rest of the day to pack and get her thoughts together. She had some tough decisions to make.
She knew it was time to marry and settle down, but she had this gnawing feeling that there was something she was missing in life. Marty was a terrific guy and would be a wonderful husband and father, but she wanted excitement and adventure. Marty was great, but he was definitely not exciting. Well, the next two weeks would tell the tale. Maybe two weeks at the Golden Door Resort would give her enough excitement to last a lifetime.
She thought again about what had happened today in Mark Johnson's office and her pussy began to quiver. She remembered the lusty way he had sucked her out. She remembered the pressure of his lips and tongue and teeth on her cunt-flesh.
Had she really taken her clothes off? She had never done anything that wild in her life and she shivered at the memory.
She fixed herself a gin and tonic and went into the bedroom. She undressed and tossed her wrinkled clothes aside. She pinched her puckered nipples, squeezing the turgid flesh. Cupping her tits, she looked over at the full length mirror on the wall and studied her body.
I'm turning into an insatiable slut! she thought. She had just had her cunt sucked out by an expert cuntlapper and here she was ready for morel ||
She ran her fingers over her big firm tits, mashing and kneading the soft white globes. She moved her hands down to her blonde cunt bush and tangled her fingernails in her cunt hair. She ran the flat of her hand back and forth across her curly cunt mound. She had a thick growth of blonde cunt hair. Sometimes she thought it was too thick and she trimmed it. Marty thought it was beautiful, the thicker the better. Boys had always liked her blonde cunt and her big pear-shaped titties. She smiled at her image in the mirror. It was nice to be pretty and well built.
She walked over to the mirror and examined her body more closely. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She jiggled her big tits and enjoyed watching them bounce. She turned around so she could see the curve of her plump ass. She had always thought her ass was a little too big, but men liked it so she didn't care that it was much larger than a fashion model's. They were too skinny anyway.
Moving her legs apart, she pried her cuntlips open and stared at the slimy pink interior of her gash. Her oozing slit was coated with cunt-juice. She quivered at the sight of her clit. It was hard again and ready for action.
Horny little snatch! she thought, remembering how she'd been turned on by Mark Johnson's mouth on her cunt. If she and
Marty got married he wanted her to quit her job. She wondered if she could have one more session with Mr. Johnson before the wedding. If there was a wedding.
Her heart was pounding wildly as she thought about her session with her boss and what he had said about next time being his turn. Well, she just couldn't give that up!
She grabbed a pillow and threw herself down on the bed. She pushed the pillow under her crotch and mashed her pussy against it. She groaned softly as she pressed her tits into the mattress.
She moaned, hot sensations of pleasure rising up from her pussy as she pressed her cunt down on the pillow. She forced her cuntlips open as she squirmed and gyrated from side to side.
The tension was built up in her cunt now, her thighs soaked with cuntcream. She had to have one more orgasm before she could calm down and pack for her vacation.
Rolling over on her back, she opened her legs wide and moved her hands into her slippery gulch. With a groan, she pushed a finger inside her cunthole and churned it around. .
She closed her eyes tight and imagined it was Mark Johnson's tongue reaming out her pussy. She shoved a second finger in, teasing
the shaft of her clit and running her fingers over the long slippery inner lips of her gash.
She writhed with pleasure, her clit stiff and erect. She caressed the little bean with her fingers, the fingers of her other hand still sliding in and out of her cunthole.
She began a rapid massaging of her steaming crotch using the flat of one hand. She pulled her legs up and rocked back and forth. She shoved a third finger inside her cunt-channel and used the heel of her hand to massage her clit.
Her nipples were stiff and tingling. Her legs thrashed wildly in the air. She massaged her crotch in a frenzy, bringing herself closer and closer to blasting off, but the orgasm eluded her. She needed more than her fingers. She needed something shoved up her snatch.
Again, she wondered if Mr. Johnson had a big cock. She liked them big. She liked the feel of a big thick prick sliding into her hungry gulch.
I better get married soon, or I'll turn into a slut! she thought.
She twisted around and reached into a drawer. She had a dildo for times like now, when she couldn't bring herself off. It was a big pink rubber cock and it usually did the trick.
She fondled the artificial cock, her eyes
closed, pretending it was a real prick. She pulled her knees up to her tits and rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down her wet cuntlips.
When it was wet and slippery, she slowly and carefully pushed it against the mouth of her cunthole. She cried out, her body arching up off the bed to meet the thrust of the rubber prick.
She held her cuntlips open and pushed the dildo all the way up her hungry fuck-channel. She squirmed her hips and moaned, fingering her clit with her free hand.
By now her crotch was drenched with cunt-juice. She pistoned the cock in and out of her cunthole while her fingers stroked her quivering clit.
She closed her eyes tight and thought about Mark Johnson. She remembered his tongue and lips working over her hungry cunt. She remembered the lewd sounds he made when he slurped up and swallowed her cuntjuice.
Her body suddenly convulsed in a violent orgasm. Her hand plunged the dildo in and out of her cunthole as her fingers massaged her clit. She shuddered as spasm after spasm wracked her body.
Her cunt muscles clutched the rubber cock. Cuntjuice gushed out of her pussy to drench the bed as she fell over exhausted.