Chapter 9
Harvey Collins was seated at his desk, finishing up a pile of paperwork during lunch hour to free his afternoon for his secretary, when there was a soft knock on the office door and an unfamiliar figure peeked hesitantly in.
"Mr. Collins? May I speak to you a moment?"
She stepped into the room without awaiting a reply, and Harve's surprised expression gave way to a slow grin as he observed the attractive young woman who strode up to his desk. Wearing a light sexy skirt-and-blouse outfit with a modest girlish cut, she moved with the lithe slender certainty of a teenager. Her youthful face held a mischievous mixture of innocence and wisdom as she stood before him, blue eyes wide and curious.
"Can I help you, Miss?" he asked, looking her up and down.
"Tish," she answered hastily, returning his grin with a little smile of her own. "I think so. I'm Tisha Wells, Gloria Wells' daughter. But everybody calls me Tish."
"Oh, I see." Harve leaned back, noticing the similarities between mother and daughter. Though slimmer than Gloria and not quite as tall, Tish still had a good portion of the luscious body he'd come to know only too well. The young tits that bobbled temptingly beneath her blouse showed every promise of someday blossoming to the full proportions of her mother's big creamy jugs. The slender tapered legs and rounded hips that moved assuredly beneath her skirt already looked ripe enough to draw any man's interest.
At least, they certainly drew Harve's. He could feel it in a vague itching of his palms as he went on casually. "Well, I'm afraid you've just missed your mother, Tish. She left not five minutes ago on her lunch hour and I don't expect her back anytime soon. Is there anything I can do for you?"
The girl brightened and nodded, moving around the desk and casually leaning back against it before him as if she'd been in his office dozens of times. "I believe you can, Mr. Collins. It was you I came to see anyway."
"Oh?" His eyebrows went up in surprise. The nearness of the girl, the unconcerned way she half-sat on his desk top and let her skirt ride up her thighs, were quickly having their effect. His throat went dry, and he would have nervously reached to shuffle his papers if she hadn't been in the way. "Well, then, here I am," he managed a weak chuckle. "What can I do for you?"
"It's about Mom." As she spoke, Tish scooted back and propped one foot against the edge of Harve's swivel chair as if it was the most natural thing to do, letting her knee sway back and forth. "She's been working awful hard lately, and I'm beginning to get worried about her."
"Uhh ..." Harve started to speak, but his throat had suddenly gone dry. The teenager's leg swung in a rhythmic arc, making her skirt slide up to mid-thigh and gape open and closed with each motion.
From where he sat, each sway of her leg gave him a perfect view past the thin layer of material—and straight at the sweetest, most precious little cunt he'd ever seen.
Tish hadn't worn panties for her visit. In fact, she hadn't worn anything at all under her skirt and blouse, knowing full well the tactic she might have to use. And at Mr. Collins' stare, she stopped swaying her leg and let it drift wide, giving him a good look as she went on in a naive voice.
"I know it isn't your fault, but she's so tired all the time these days and not even able to go out and have any fun—isn't there something you could do, Mr. Collins?"
"Uh, well, I suppose we could work something out," Harve's tone was gravelly as he stared unblinking at the scrumptious young snatch that hovered before him. Its fine gold fringe of woman fur curled like a halo around a pink pussy slit that flared apart, exposing a taut little clit bump and below that the dark-veiled slot of her pussy channel. His prick surged and rose up in sharp response and for an instant he wondered if the girl had the vaguest notion of what she was doing to him.
Then he saw the first hint of moistness oozing from her cunt, slickening her puffed pussylips and tingling her halo with an aromatic stain. Then he realized the truth. The little bitch knew exactly what she was doing. And it was turning her on, too, Tish's smile had widened as she creamed harder beneath his unwavering gaze. "I thought we might Jo just that, Mr. Collins. Maybe . . . maybe I could work here part-time this summer, you know, doing odd jobs or something. Do you think you could use me?"
He found his voice at that, eyes flicking up for a brief moment to catch the assured look on her face. A fresh grin started on his face, growing wider as he spoke. "Well, we'll just have to see about that, won't we? Of course, there'll have to be a little test first. Just to find out if you've got secretarial potential of course ..."
Suddenly his hand shot out, stabbing beneath Tish's skirt and grasping for her wet bare cunt.
She gave a giggling gasp as his big fingers gouged along her pussy, one of them immediately finding the hard bud of her clit and pushing against it like a button.
"Mr. Collins!" she tried to sound surprised, but it came out little more than a moan. "Is—ohh, is this your idea of a test?"
Chuckling hoarsely, Harve pressed the girl's slippery love-nipple and slipped another of his fingers down to glide between her fat wet cuntlips. "This job requires excellent reflexes, you know. The kind your mother has. I just want to see if she's passed any of it on . . . "
"Oh, I . . . see-e-e-e-e—"
She squirmed as his finger dug into her pussy, working in to its knuckle and plowing with a pumping motion until it was all the way inside her. Groaning, she leaned back on the desk as jolts of pleasure swept through her, bursting in a gush of hot cream all over Harve's hand.
"Yes," he said with a lit expression, delighted at her response. "Yes, I think you'll do very well. But we have to make absolutely certain, don't we?"
His free hand was already pushing Tish's skirt up to htr waist, entirely exposing her slick thighs and arching finger-filled pussy.
She gave a shuddering little laugh, spreading her legs as far apart as she could and letting him get the full view. "Wha—ohh, what do you have in mind now, Mr. Collins? I . . . ahhh ... I just hope it's an even better test!"
"Oh, it is," he assured her, watching his thick finger slide in and out of her drooling pink-lipped twat. He withdrew the finger with a small sucking sound and moved his head down between her legs even as he spoke. "I always hke to know what my secretaries' tastes are ... "
The last words were muffled as his mouth moved down, and his tongue shot out.
"Ahhh . . . " Tish groaned as he licked and teased her creaming cunt, one moment plugging it with his fat wet tongue and the next lapping up the flow of juices that burst from her in reaction. His hot rough probe stroked up and down the length of her pussy, and she heaved up in a soaring surge of pleasure as he located her stiff clit and attacked it greedily.
"Oh, yesss!" she squealed, hunching up and mashing her clit hard to his tongue. "That's it, eat me good Mr. Collins, oh yeah faster, faster, ohhhhhh—" "Muuff ..."
Harve's lips made hungry smacking noises as he drank up flood after flood of precious pussy cream, driving the girl to fresh peaks of joy. He tortured her clit until she was writhing on the desk, tremors shuddering through her taut young body. Then he slipped his tongue down once more to ram deep into her cunt, reaming it out and thrusting like a prick.
It didn't take much of that to have Tish coming frantically, one hand propping her up and the other clutching his hair as she careened up, crying out.
"Oh fuck that's good, do it more, more— ahhhhhh!"
Panting and hunching up to be gouged by his tongue, she climaxed in a frenzy of delight that quickly had them both aching for more.
Which was just what Tish had been wanting; what she'd intended from the first moment of her decision to come and see her mother's boss. The fact that she was enjoying it just as much as he was didn't hurt at all as she blurted out her need, unable to hold back another second.
"I need your cock! Give me your pecker, Mr.
Collins!"
With those words she was already scooting off the desk, her small nimble fingers fishing into his cock-bloated slacks and digging out the wonderful big prick hidden there as she straddled him.
Grunting a hoarse laugh and licking the film of cuntcream from his lips, Harve arched in his chair as his pants were torn down, freeing his cock from its prison.
It flopped up in the air, hard and veined and rigid. Immediately Tish spread her thighs across his lap and sank down on it, her hands guiding his big swollen shaft perfectly into her cunt.
"Aaannnhhh!"
She wailed as it drilled up into her, undulating down until he damp triangle of pussy fur mingled into Harve's thick cock thatch. Then she began to heave in little bouncing motions that almost instantly grew into wild gyrations, taking his pecker with a youthful exuberance that had him gasping.
"Ah, yes," he gave his willing approval, at the same time unbuttoning her blouse and pushing it open to display her small jouncing tits. "Just keep doing that, fuck that tight little cunt of yours on my prick while I take care of these luscious darlings . . . mmmuummm ..."
Lips fastening to one perky nipple, he sucked and nibbled it with harsh need as she plunged on his cock, making the swivel chair creak and sway dangerously.
"Oh shit, I'm coming!" she cried out, openly sobbing and lurching down with increasing intensity as he slurped at her tits, making them both wet with saliva. "Screw me hard, oh you fucking bastard, now baby now, now—owwwwww!"
Bucking in fantastic orgasm, Tish came down on his thick ramming prick with all her might, shrieking in pure ecstasy.
Clutching the teenager's taut ass, Harve pumped up to meet her downstroke, slamming his totally into the writhing grl.
They blasted simultaneously, releasing their last hold on restraint. Grunting, he felt his load of cum rip into that sweet sucking pussy in acid-hot geysers, filling it in spurting fountains that seemed to go on without end as she seesawed on top of him, soaking it all up.
"Uuuunnngggghhhh ..."
Gurgling in a sheer oblivion of pleasure, Tish took it all. Not even the fact that this was her mother's boss could stop her now. After all, she'd come here to make an impression on him, hadn't she? Well, she wasn't done impressing him yet!
"Oh fucking baby, that was so good," she moaned, sliding across his now-slippery thighs and sloshing his pecker inside her to feel it stir with new life.
Harve's eyes twinkled with delight. Christ, this scrumptious little bitch had his prick hardening again already!
"Ann, that's my girl," he said, letting one hand move around to fondle the cum-soaked little rim of her wide-parted anus as the other dipped into his desk drawer. "Just keep doing that, and I'll introduce you to a special friend of mine, a friend your mother happens to know very well ..."
Dimly mystified by his words but having no intention of stopping now, Tish continued to weave on his pecker. She felt it growing in her and groaned softly, ready for anything. By this time she'd already begun to realize why her Mom was so tired all the time. It was obvious that Mr. Collins was a horny man, and the thought that he had been taking advantage of her mother should have upset her.
And at any other time, perhaps it would have. But not right now. At the moment, she was too eager for some more screwing to care about anything else.
Even when she felt the first pressing of the dildo against her tight young asshole and realized what he wanted, she didn't care. Instead she shifted forward, wedging his cock inside her and forcing her anus even wider as he shoved, pushing the enormous pink head of the thing in and working it inch by inch up her unresisting chute.
"Yes!" she wailed, bouncing wildly on the chair and spearing herself down on both his stabbing cocks. "Yes, fuck my shithole, oh Mr. Collins it hurts so nice, more, give me—ohhhhhh!"
She cried out as Harve began to move the dildo in and out, fucking it into her ass with a rhythm that perfectly matched her downward thrusts on his now-stiff prick. Panting for breath, he impaled her again and again on the ominously rocking chair as she sobbed with fresh uninhibited bliss and begged for more.
"Faster, oh yeah fuck me faster like that, ohhh, I'm coming Mr. Collins, give it to—ahhh, that's it, oh bastard prick fuck, I'm—COMINNNNNNG!"
She'd never before felt anything like the multiple explosions that ripped through her cunt now, seeming to lift her high in the air to come soaring down with all her might on the two peckers pumping up for her.
"UNNNNHHHHH!"
Shrieking out loud as her cunt and anus were completely filled, she writhed in total abandon. Harve's sudden groan and upward surge as he once again released his blasting load of jism in her only increased her orgasm, and together they clung in frantic joy, the dildo jutting from her wiggling asshole as she soaked up every drop of cum.
At last, moaning and squirming and not making the least attempt to remove either luscious prick, she giggled huskily. "Does . . . does this mean I get the job?"
Harve could only laugh at that.