Chapter 2
Steve shook his head.
"Damn you," he complained, "holding out on me.
"I didn't tell you the circumstances under which I sucked cock," she explained.
"All right, tell me," he said curiously.
"There was this teacher," she explained. "A teacher who was talking to us about sex. One day I stayed after class to ask what fellatio meant. And he gave me an illustrated lecture."
"Nice," Steve nodded. "So you knew how to suck cock and you held out on me. I'm glad your teacher broke you in. But you've got a nerve to have held out on me all this time."
"Let's just say I didn't enjoy it that time," she said evenly.
"Do I taste all right?"
She nodded.
"At last you've broken every barrier," she observed. "Now I suppose you will expect everything."
His wife's words echoed in his mind the following day when he was selecting a secretary to work for him. Steve figured that he might as well see if he could get a girl who enjoyed sex. He saw no reason to be confined to one piece of ass. As the girls paraded through his office, he made his own determinations. The ones that did not appeal to him sexually he immediately rejected. But when he saw a cute redhead with green eyes and ivory skin, he wanted to get better acquainted with her.
"Miss Johnson," he observed, "I feel that you could put up a good front for our business."
Miss Johnson immediately what he was referring to.
"You can call me Joyce, boss."
"How do you know that I'm gonna be your boss?" Steve asked, getting to his feet, walking around his desk and taking a closer look at her bosoms.
"I have ESP," she smiled.
"So you have extra-sensory perception," he questioned her.
"No," she giggled. "I have an extra-sexy personality."
"Yes, you do, now that you mention it," Steve observed, "and I can see why. It has something to do with the way your bra fits."
Steve was about to laugh when Joyce unfastened her blouse.
"I couldn't confine these gorgeous hunks of flesh in a bra," she explained, "so I have let them fall free. But they don't fall far."
When Steve looked at her gorgeous knockers, he knew that she was hired.
"When can you begin work, honey?"
"Any time," she smiled as she crossed her legs.
"I think we need a conference first," Steve told her, "so we can get to know each other. I have my eccentricities."
"So do I," she said as she caressed her bosoms.
"Yes, I'm looking at two of them right now," he told her.
He picked up his phone and called his receptionist.
"Miss Forsythe," he began anxiously, "I'm going to have a conference with Miss Johnson. I'm hiring her. So please don't bother me for an hour or two."
Miss Forsythe knew what he was talking about.
"Certainly," she replied in a business-like tone.
Steve went over to the door and locked it.
"Now, honey," he told her, "I think people who play together can work together. Now why don't you take off your clothes and let me give you my evaluation."
"Certainly," she smiled.
It didn't take her long to remove her clothes. As Steve gazed at her spectacular body, he was impressed.
"You are beautiful," he observed.
"How nice of you to notice," she grinned.
"I'd have to be blind not to see the assets that you possess," he said.
Just then she took off her skirt and stepped out of her panties.
"Wow!" he told her. "You should be in pictures."
"I have been," she giggled. "When I was in college, just for fun I made a few porno flicks."
"You could star in those things," Steve told her. "You have everything. Did you give head?"
"Honey," she laughed, "that's a ridiculous question. I did everything. I sucked ass, licked dick, and let them slide it up my asshole. We finished with a traditional fuck just to prove that the pussy was still in use."
Steve laughed. "Men do have a way of being perverse about sex, don't they?"
"They certainly do," she observed, "and some women like it. For example, I am tuned in on ass fucking. Men say I have a tight ass and I know how to wiggle it."
"Turn around," Steve suggested as he slipped out of his shorts, letting his cock swing lustily between his legs.
"Yes," he told her, "you do have a lot to offer. I can see that. My, my, I sure would enjoy going to bed with you."
Caressing her ass cheeks, he pressed his thick, rigid penis between them.
"Baby, I hope you have something to put on that tool of yours before you slide it up my asshole. I'm sensitive about things like that."
"I can understand," Steve told her. "You wouldn't want to ruin such delicious equipment."
Steve went to his desk. He always kept a tube of KY handy. His last secretary had run out in a rage when he pulled out the tube of KY and held it up to her. A buddy of his in an insurance company had told him that was what he did to clue his secretary in on the fact that he wanted to slip it up her asshole. It hadn't worked with Steve's secretary. That was why he was prompted to find another one.
"What position do you like me to be in when you stick it up my ass?"
"You name it," she told her employer.
"Frankly, I like to have it as demeaning as possible," Steve explained. "I like to see a woman crawling around on the floor. And then when I overtake her I want her to bend completely over and let me slam it up her ass. How does that grab you?"
She laughed. "You men are all alike. Sordid and sick. But I love it. Stick your prick up my ass. Pity there's not a camera here. I could get paid for my performance."
"You're getting a job, aren't you?"
"I'm getting the shaft, too, honey," she reminded him, "and this ought to come under the classification of extra duties."
"For extra services rendered beyond the call of duty," Steve suggested with a happy smile, "I'll give you twenty dollars."
"Cheapskate," she exclaimed. "My last boss used to give me fifty dollars for an ass fuck. I gave him a complete sex trip and that was a hundred."
"I'm afraid I can't afford you," he told her.
"Unfortunately, he couldn't either. His wife became suspicious. When she wasn't getting her cut in the form of money to spend on ridiculous luxuries, she told him she would divorce him. So he had to pick between her and me."
"Why did he pick her?"
"Because it would cost him more to get rid of her," she laughed.
Now she was bending over. She was finding it difficult to get on the floor. But Steve wanted it that way. He pulled his belt out of his pants and whipped her bare bottom.
"Start crawling," he told her.
She got on the floor and crawled. She wasn't certain that she was dealing with a sadist who could take it easy. She had heard plenty about sadists who wanted to go too far.
Steve purposely applied the KY to his cock at this point. For he didn't want to slip it into her without lubrication. It felt better sliding in smoothly than trying to ram it in roughly.
Overtaking her he forced her to bend all the way over.
"It'll make it easy for you," he told her.
"It'll make it less painful," Joyce informed him.
With a deep, driving cock stab he got it up her behind.
"Ouch!" the secretary exclaimed as he began fucking her with vigor and delight.
"Fuck," he panted as he pumped into her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. That's the way I like it. Now you're fucking. Fuck."
With determined cock stabs he rammed it into her. She was enjoying it.
"Yes, baby, yes," he exclaimed, "that's how I like it. Now you're doing it, darling. Fuck it."
Over and over his thick prick slammed into her behind.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck it. Come on, fuck."
With determined cock stabs he continued fucking her. She was thrilling to the wild, erotic sensations.
"Play with my tits while you fuck my ass," Joyce pleaded.
Reaching around he passionately played with her bosoms. She enjoyed the feel of his fingertips on her breasts. Reaching down, Steve patted her pussy. He found her moistening.
"Hey, you really need fucking," he told her. "You're on, baby."
It was true. Joyce did require a lot of fucking. She liked to have a man stabbing her from behind. She enjoyed the erotic sensations of his hands reaching groping for her. At the same time she was thoroughly convinced that she knew plenty about sex-.
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me, baby. That's how you do it, darling. Come on, baby, fuck. Fuck it."
With determined strokes he went on assaulting her butt.
"Screw me," she insisted. "Oh, honey, I love it. Now you're doing it, darling. Fuck it off."
When he had finished fucking her and his penis was plunged in up to the hilt, his cock exploded. The sperm blast made her tremble.
"Oh, I can't stand it," Joyce told him. "Play with me. Stick your fingers in my twat."
Reaching down between her legs he slid two fingers between her pussy. She enjoyed the sensation of his fingers sliding into her vagina. She liked the way he massaged her clitoris. She was erect now.
"You're sure horny, honey," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Just the kind of woman I like to screw. Fuck me."
She churned her hips around. She was getting screwed royally.
"Yes, darling, yes," she told him, "give it to me."
She swung her hips in time to his prick jabs.
He finished screwing her and then eased off. As he lay there she looked at him.
Steve pointed toward the bar.
"If you want anything, it's over there."
She went over to the bar and fixed herself a drink.
"I like to work for guys like you," she told him, "because you let us girls have a day off now and then because of extra duties performed."
"Naturally," she told him. "Got to keep the ma chine going."
Steve shook his head.
"You'll put me in the poor house."
"The hell I will," she told him. "You can afford it. If you can't, how dare you think you can ask a secretary to fuck or suck?"
Looking at her, Steve got the idea that it would be fun to stick his tongue in her pussy.
"How about eating your snatch?"
Joyce nodded. "I just happen to have some pussy jelly in my purse," she smiled.
"Goody for you," he told her.
At that point she went over to her purse and pulled out the pussy jelly.
"I just have the peach and lime left," she told him sadly. "Take your pick."
"Peach sounds good to me," Steve told her.
She selected the peach plastic pussy container and inserted it into her vagina. She squeezed the contents carefully.
"Hmmm, it's gonna be tongue-licking good," she told him.
He could hardly wait to lick her box now. Easing his tongue into her vagina as she stretched out on the floor and threw a leg over his shoulder, he bore down hard. His tongue stiffened and he penetrated her pussy and began licking quickly.
"Ohhh, eat me, baby," she told him. "Stick your tongue way in there."
"Come on, baby," she told him, "let's see if you're a real pussy eater or not. Slide your tongue in there farther. Now you're doing it, honey. That's just like I like it. Oh, you pussy eater, eat me."
His tongue flipped around inside of her velvety vagina. His hands gripped her ass cheeks. She loved the dominating feeling of his hands grasping her.
"Eat me," she pleaded passionately. "Slide it way in there. Now you're doing it, darling. Oh, I love that. Keep that up."
Passionately he went on tonguing her.
"Now, now," she cried. "Over there. Lick it to the left. Oh, I love that. Slide your tongue to the right. That's it. All around. Oh, honey, suck on my love button."
Steve sucked on Joyce's clit. He knew that he'd bring her around soon.
"Oh, darling," she told him, "you don't know how much this has done for me. I love it. Keep your tongue sliding. Oh, baby, you're beautiful."
To make sure that he could derive every measure of pleasure from her body, he let his finger slip up her rectum. She enjoyed the feel of his finger gliding up her asshole while his tongue continued invading the precious precincts of her pussy. The peach jelly tasted good to him. He knew he would gave to introduce the various pussy jellies to his wife. That would add some variety to his pussy eating. He was getting tired of sucking honey.
His tongue went on plunging up her hot, willing, peach-lined pussy hole while his finger continued sliding up her slickened asshole. Joyce threw herself back and forth in waves of sexual ecstasy. She knew how important it was to let men feel that she was turning them on. And so she worked diligently to bring about a tremendous response in them.
"Suck me," she panted in her most erotic voice. "Suck me. Oh, baby, you don't know what you're doing to me. Eat my pussy. Suck my snatch."
His tongue found its way in and out of her willing pussy hole. And his finger continued stabbing her asshole. All at once she was juicing. Her pussy juice mixed with the peach-flavored pussy jelly provided a delicious treat for his tongue. He lapped it up like a hungry baby eating milk from a mother's breast.
When he finally did withdraw his tongue, his eyes were glazed with lust.
"Did you like it?" she asked him anxiously.
"You bet I did," he assured her.
Now his eyes were fastening on her.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know how much fun it is to ball with you. You've got everything. You've got a gorgeous pair of tits. You've got a perfect pussy. Any man would be out of his mind if he didn't want to lick your cunt."
She enjoyed having him make over her.
"Want to stick it in my pussy?"
She saw he had an erection. He nodded. She stretched out and spread for him. He gently brushed his thick prick across her fur-trimmed triangle.
"Fuck me," she smiled up at him.
Brazenly he rammed his thick prick right into her. Her hands gripped his shoulders. She let them wander down to his buttocks.
"Yes, baby, yes," she told him in a coaxing voice, "that's what I want you to do. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming into her.
"You're beautiful," he told her. "Oh, sweetheart, fuck me."
The erotic sensations that he felt surging through him now kept him shoving in.
"Oh, baby, you've got the finest cunt I've ever fucked. Nobody could top you."
"Not anybody?" she laughed.
He shook his head. "Shove back to me," he told her. "That's what I want you to do. Puck. Puck it."
He continued sliding into her.
"All the way," he told her. "Get me all the way to a juicy, sticky climax. I want to feel it."
All at once his cock exploded.
"Oh, baby," he panted as he finished exploding in her, "it sure felt fantastic to shoot off in you."
Joyce's talented hand movements thrilled him. She was caressing and massaging his ass cheeks and now she parted his ass crack. Easing a finger up his tight asshole she got him more aroused than ever.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he whispered. "Any man would go ape to fuck you. How did you happen to walk into my life?"
"If you must know," she giggled, "your sordid secretary was telling me all about you at a bar. She said you were a sex beast. A real maniac for fucking. I told her I'd have to meet you. I wanted to find out for myself."
Joyce's finger continued slipping up his rectum. The prostate massage was working. He was getting another hard-on.
"Baby, you'd better quit playing with my asshole," he warned her. "That prostate gland massage has given me another erection. I won't get any work done today if I keep on screwing this way."
"Isn't it fun?"
"It isn't a matter of fun," he explained, "But it isn't the right thing to do. I have to learn some self-control."
"Now's a nice time to talk about it," Joyce giggled. "When you've finished shooting your pecker off in my face, slipping it up my asshole and driving it into my pussy, you talk about control."
Finally she withdrew her finger from his tight, twisting behind. He pulled his throbbing male member from her pussy. He went over to his desk.
"I wonder if I have any calls," he asked his receptionist as he got on the phone.