Chapter 2
And at the very moment her daughter was joyfully paying off her debt to Randy, Gloria Wells was in the midst of paying off a little debt of her own.
"I think that ought to do it, Mrs. Wells. Yes, I think that will do very nicely. Now, once we get the papers typed up and the contract signed, we should have the Grant estate deal tied up by the end of the week. You've done an outstanding job on this one, if I may say so. Yes indeed, outstanding." .
Harvey Collins* approving voice was a hot breath on the back of her neck. He leaned over her, his big hands gently kneading her shoulders as he pretended to study the notepad in her lap.
Gloria could feel the prod of his stiffened prick pushing against the back of her soft chair, burning its way through vinyl and foam as if pressing against her very flesh.
And she could feel herself wilting at the nearness of his cock, melting in a gush of hot guilty cream.
Abruptly, in an effort to escape the effect his pecker was having, she flipped her notepad shut and started to rise. "Why, thank you. Will that be all for today, Mr. Collins?"
Without actually tensing, the hands on her shoulders seemed to restrain her as he chuckled. "Well, for one thing, you can stop referring to me as 'Mr. Collins'. After all, any secretary who can put up with me and at the same time arrange a real-estate deal while I'm out of town deserves to call me Harve. All right, Gloria?"
She nodded with a little tremor as his fingers crept across the border of her low-cut dress to caress her skin. In the three weeks she'd worked for Harvey Collins, that was one of the things he insisted upon: he wanted his secretaries to look sexy. For the clients, he said.
And at first, that hadn't seemed like a high price to pay for the first real job she'd ever had. A job that, frankly, they both knew she was lucky to get. A widow for the past two years since John's auto accident, with no past experience other than that of housewife, she hadn't been nearly as qualified as the half-dozen other women who'd applied. And at first, she'd wondered why he'd hired her at all.
But as his hands dipped across her smooth creamy skin, Gloria had the feeling she was about to find out.
"I ... I think I'd better get this typed up for you then," she said hurriedly, trying to hide the surging mixture of horniness and fear stabbing through her. "After all, we don't want to keep Mr. Grant's money waiting, do we? The sooner I get this done—"
"Oh, no hurry." Harve's voice was soothing as his hands stroked her in a circular massaging motion. "It's too late in the day to start now. And besides, I want a chance to show my appreciation for the way you put that deal through while I was gone. You don't mind that, do you?"
His kneading fingers slipped down until they touched the upcurving hint of her tits displayed by the inch or so of her dress's cleavage, and Gloria realized she was actually trembling It had been two years since any man had touched her like that. Two long, lonely years with a growing teenage daughter to look after and John's insurance trust rapidly dwindling to nothing.
And now, in a mere three weeks, Harve had managed to break down the barriers of emptiness within her. A large attractive man in his early forties with broad truckdriver shoulders and just a sprinkling of grey in his thick dark hair, he'd sensed a hidden willingness in her from the very first day.
And his constant good-humored flirtations had grown more and more serious in response. The quick little pats on her bottom had become lingering squeezes, and the furtive glances that had made his expression twinkle with delight were now blatant piercing stares that seemed to strip her naked on the spot.
And the humiliating part was that Gloria didn't mind at all. And especially not right now, with the combination of praise and gliding fingers that had her tingling with that familiar, long-suppressed ache.
Abruptly she couldn't stand the teasing game anymore. Her nipples were spiring against the cups of her bra, and she could feel the damp stain spreading on her panties. If she didn't get out of here fast, she was going to dive right into her boss's pants!
"It ... it really wasn't anything," she said hastily, slipping from beneath his hands and rising to face him. "Really, Mr.—Harve, I'm the one who should be grateful. For the opportunity, your patience ..."
Gloria didn't realize she'd been backing up until she bumped into the edge of his big cluttered desk.
Harve rounded the chair and strode forward with a confident smile, his blue eyes travelling up and down her shape with blatant familiarity. A tall slender woman with dark, almost auburn hair, Gloria was used to being stared at. Men liked the way her tits jutted, unusually large and appearing even larger against her sleek model's figure. They liked the swelling outcurve of her hips and the full ripe roundness of her ass that stretched her dresses tight. And to be honest, she'd always enjoyed the notion that more than one cock stiffened because of her.
But this was different. Harve wasn't just a passing stranger, or a flirting friend. He was her boss. And at the moment he obviously intended more than a little harmless flirtation.
"Is something the matter, Gloria? You look a little flushed. Not coming down with something, are you? Here, let me feel."
Before she could move he approached and stood before her, reaching up to cup her reddened cheeks in his palms.
"No, please. I'm all ri—"
Abruptly she felt his bulging cock grinding against her crotch. And the sensation was too much to avoid. With a gasp she pushed forward, automatically gyrating her hips to force its stabbing hardness against her pussy.
"Ah, that's better," Harve said, his smile tightening into a lustful leer. "I knew I'd chosen the right one for the job the instant I laid eyes on you. But we wouldn't want you to catch a fever, would we? And I know just the thing to cure that . . ."
His hands unexpectedly slipped down to cup her tits, and Gloria groaned despite herself. "Harve, don't. It—it isn't . . . ahhh . . ."
Her protests were ignored as his fingers slid beneath the cleavage of her dress, forcing past her bra and squeezing her bare jugs.
She hissed in a breath as her stiff nipples soared up in his rotating palms. At the same time he pushed his swollen rod even deeper into her crotch, chuckling as he did. "Now, isn't that better? I know just what it takes to stop the little aches and pains a woman like you has, Gloria. I knew it would just be a matter of time before you came around for my treatment. And this looks like as good a place to start as any ..."
With one deft motion Harve shoved one shoulder of her dress completely down, exposing the pale creamy jug in his hand. Its bumpy pink aureola was quivering, her nipple spiking out with all the need she had been holding back.
Without any further warning his head swooped down, and she felt her erect bud being sucked into her mouth.
"Uhhhmmm ..." Gloria couldn't help her groan of delight as he rolled the stiff nipple on his tongue until it was tingling, then began to suck on it greedily. His lips made wet slurping noises, and without quite realizing it she arched her shoulder, forcing more of her tit to his hungry mouth.
At the same time Harve's hands were busy unzipping and unsnapping her dress, pushing it down to her waist until both her jutting pink-tipped orbs were exposed.
Gloria tried to resist, but the urgent stiffness of his big horny dick was too great a force to overcome. She hadn't felt a man's cock this near her in too long. Its demanding presence, along with the hot mouth fastened to her tit, quickly had her melting in fiery gushing hunger.
"Ohh," she moaned, grinding her cunt to that tantalizing stiffness. "Oh my God, that . . . that feels so good ..."
Harve gave a muffled chuckle of self-confident assurance and switched from one tit to the other, making them both gleam with throbbing wetness.
And all the while his hands worked fervently, shoving the bunched dress over Gloria's round hips until at last it fell free and collapsed in a heap at her feet.
Now she stood in nothing but a translucent pair of silky white panties that were soaked at the crotch—a fact which Harve discovered as he pushed his middle finger along the slick crevice of her cunt, feeling her slippery pussy lips through the damp material.
She gasped at the dizzying surge of need tearing through her. His finger gouged up, locating her clit through the fabric and rubbing against it to send an unbelievable shudder of pleasure soaring from her long-unused cunt.
"Please, please—oh God, it feels ... don't . . . don't—uhhmm ..."
She made a feeble attempt to push his hand away, but by now they both knew the effort was useless.
Harve's head pulled back from her quivering tits, and he spoke in a husky tone, grinning wider than ever. "Stop fighting it, baby. I've seen that hungry look often enough before to tell when a woman really wants it. Why do you think I hired you in the first place? Now just relax and give in, while old Harve makes it feel all better ..."
She merely whimpered, unable to form a reply as he tortured her clit into spiraling joyful tautness.
They'd gone too far to stop now. And the humiliating part was that she knew he was right. F?om the very first day she'd somehow known from the glint in Harve's eyes that this would happen. In a hidden part of her mind, she'd known exactly why he'd hired her.
And worst of all she'd secretly been looking forward to just this moment.
She barely had time for this realization as his fingers moved away from her cunt, gliding up to grasp the elastic band of her panties. Gloria was beyond protest as he jerked them down and off.
"Now, gorgeous," he grunted, pushing her back on the desk and prying her legs wide apart. "Now I'm going to get a little fringe benefit, and all you have to do is ease back and enjoy. That's not so hard, is it?"
Gloria watched in a turmoil of lust and horror as he unfastened his trousers and shoved them down to his knees.
Harve's prick leaped up with an intensity that made her gasp. Stiff and veined and rigid, it bobbed and waved drunkenly in the air, straining forward.
And it was enormous. At least eight inches long, it looked as thick as her fist. Its inflamed knobbed head ballooned out, glistening and red. Her pussy burst with fresh hunger, and suddenly her hands were diving down to grasp his rigid pecker. Its hardness made her groan in a gushing flood of juice, and as though of their own accord her hands began to tug on it with long firm strokes that quickly grew faster and faster. "That's it," he muttered in a mixed chuckle and gasp. "This is what you've been wanting, isn't it? Tell me, bitch! Tell me how you want my prick!"
"Yes!" she panted, unable to hold back the frantic hunger searing her aching pussy. "I want it! Oh God, I've got to feel it inside me, please—"
Laughing, Harve moved forward. Pushing her back on the desk, he let Gloria's eagerly tugging hands pull his stiff meat straight to her waiting cunt.
The first touch of his prickhead against her pussylips had her gasping and spreading her legs wide without inhibition.
"Oh—oh honey, that's it!" she hissed as his cockhead eased between her slick lips, pushing them apart and reaming out long-unused muscles. "Get it in me—oh yes, more more!"
Surrendering completely to the first tantalizing probe of that magnificent pecker, she lurched and writhed on the desk top, her cries rising as Harve pushed inexorably into her.
"Uhh—yes, yes it's so big, fuck me!"
Wrenching on his big stabbing prong, she cried out in delight. It had been two aching years since she'd felt a prick driving into her like this, and she reeled in ecstasy as the entire length of his cock slammed home.
"Unnhh!" she wailed blissfully as her cunt muscles closed tightly over that luscious fat dick in a vise-like grip.
Clutching her hips and heaving, Harve rammed his shaft hilt-deep and ground his cockbase against her clit. "How does that feel, bitch? Tell me just how much you like being fucked by a nice big cock. Tell me!"
To emphasize his words he rotated his hips, making his prick writhe inside her.
"Ohhhh, yes!" she practically shrieked, humping up to take it all. "Yes, oh God I love it, more baby, give me more! That's it ... oh yeah, that's . . . aaaahhhh ..."
Once more chuckling at his secretary's plea, he began to pump with harsh stabbing strokes, sinking his prick into her just the way he'd been wanting to do for the past three weeks. Pussy cream flowed from her snatch in hot fountains, covering his thrusting prod and slickening his balls as he plunged again and again, fucking her with all the need that had been building inside him.
Unable to hide her delight, Gloria felt the last wisps of inhibition slip away as she wrenched upward for that delicious dick, taking it all and begging for more.
"Fuck me!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing every last inch of his prick into her. "Harder, harder, oh yes Harve, that's nice, dick me good and hard lover, yes, yessss!"
Totally enraptured at the feel of that giant pecker sliding in and out of her juice-drenched hole, Gloria sobbed and bucked on the hard desk, her big glistening tits bobbling freely with each harsh thrust of his pulsing meat. His strong hands had slipped around to clasp her bouncing taut asscheeks, lifting her up and ramming his shaft into that pink clutching cunthole with all the fury of building climax surging in his balls.
Suddenly orgasm ripped through her in searing waves, and she wailed afresh in the blast of hot joy that tore from her creaming snatch.
"AHHHHHH! That's it baby, fuck me harder, I'm coming, oh Harve give it to me give me your cum, now baby now, NOWWWWWW!"
The sound that came from Harve's throat then was a rasping noise of pure lust as he drove his dick to her even harder, gasping from sheer exertion as Gloria's sucking cunt leaped up to encase and hold his pecker in a furious grip as she came in flooding shudders of ecstasy.
"GUUNNHH!"
At the very peak of her orgasm he let out a loud groan and rammed forward, releasing his load of cum.
She cried out again as a geyser of jism spurted inside her greedy pit, filling it with a familiar flood of thick oozing cream.
"Ahhhhhh . . ."
Gyrating up, she clenched her long slender legs and held him in her, coming again with each burst of jizz. His cock rippled a second time, then a third and a fourth. Face wrenched in gleeful lust, he cupped her ass and arched forward, until the last drop had been drained from his massive pecker.
Then, as they both gasped with mutual satiation, he pulled back and grinned down at her, taking in the sight of his jism leaking from Gloria's dark-thatched twat.
"Now . . . now that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Gloria's eyes fluttered open, and reality seeped in once more at his words. She'd just been fucked by her new boss—and she'd loved every minute of it!
Seeing the realization on her face, Harve's grin widened. "Don't worry. I have the feeling we'll be working very closely from now on. Let's call it job security, okay?"
"You . . . you bastard ..." she managed weakly, feeling her own lips twitch in a vicious little smile of anticipation.
And the trouble was, at the moment she didn't mind that kind of security at all.