Chapter 2
Vanessa wiggled around on her hard chair as she typed. The chair had never bothered her before today. But after what Clayton Summers had done to her ass the night before, she wondered if she could ever again sit comfortably on any chair, no matter how soft the cushions on it were.
He had really reamed out her ass with his prick. She still burned deep inside from the ass fucking he'd given her. But the young secretary couldn't really complain too much about that. The ass fuck had warmed her insides and made her feel good all over.
She had given Clayton something he needed. And she had gotten high just from being around him as she always did after fucking. The raw, stark power the man exuded allowed him to do anything. And she needed that feeling of power.
"Miss Curtis," he called out over the intercom. "Haven't you finished that letter to Senator Thome yet? You're taking your sweet time about getting it done."
"Just finishing it up, Sir," she said, trembling involuntarily. Just listening to him made her all quivery and weak inside. She wondered if she could even stand. She felt as if her legs might give way under her as she thought about his eight-inch long prick and the way his cock had felt, fucking deep into her ass-hole.
"Shake that pretty little ass of yours, or I'll have to give you a spanking. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she said contritely. But the dark-haired young woman wondered if she shouldn't delay the letter just a bit longer. It was done, but the delicious promise of feeling his hands on her well-fucked ass again seemed almost more than she could stand.
But the lovely girl was efficient and knew that combining the work of the office with her own pleasures would never do. She quickly pulled the letter out of the typewriter and scanned the long white page for any spelling errors she might have made.
Just handling a letter like this made her feel she was doing a worthwhile job, doing something that meant important laws got passed. Clayton Summers was putting the political screws to Senator Thorne to get a juicy highway contract from the federal government.
And what Clayton Summers wanted, Clayton Summers got.
Vanessa trotted into the man's office, acutely aware of the way her ass rolled, like a pair of fleshy ball bearings as she walked. With the ultra-tight skirt on, she couldn't help herself. It felt as if a million fire ants had crawled up her ass-hole and were gnawing at her tender flesh. She bent down, making a point to pull her shoulders back enough to force her tits against the thin fabric of her blouse. She wanted Mr. Summers to see that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Her prominent nipples wrinkled the tight fabric of the red silk blouse and the white surge of her tits threatened to come spilling out the scoop neck. But the man didn't even look up.
"Here's the letter, Sir," she said.
"Yeah, right. Get back on the phone. I don't want to miss any of the calls coming in this morning. One might even be in from the White House. Wouldn't want to miss that one, would we?"
"No, Sir!" she exclaimed. Vanessa turned and hurried from his office, puffed with pride that he wanted her on the job. Yet there was a sadness, too. He hadn't even noticed her new blouse or the way her tits filled it to the breaking point. No comment about her skin-tight skirt or the new spiked high heels she wore just for him.
Vanessa sat down at her desk in the outer office and stared at the phone, as if accusing it of distracting Clayton's attention from her new clothes-and her.
"Hey, Vanessa, how's tricks?" called Erica, another secretary working down the hall in the Highway Department.
"Pretty good, I guess."
"You sound depressed. What's up? Or going down, eh?" The other woman winked a conspiratorial eye.
"I don't know what you mean," said Vanessa in an icy voice. She hated to admit to the other women working in the building that she was having an affair with her boss. Most of them were, but she felt funny about talking about it openly. And after last night, who'd ever believe a dynamic, forceful, caring man like Clayton Summers had tied her up, stuffed her head into a toilet, then raped her ass?
"Go on, play coy if you want," Erica said. "You just-look like you didn't get enough last night. So tell the boss-man. Let him know you need his old cock stoking your pussy a few more times. He won't mind. Hell, it'll flatter his ego! All men like that."
"What is it all men like, Miss Peters?" said Summers in a low voice as he emerged from his office.
"Nothing, Mr. Summers. Nothing at all," the woman said hastily. "Gotta run. Be seeing you, Vanessa."
Summers watched Erica close the door, then said to Vanessa, "I don't want that woman coming around here. She's a bad influence on you. Many of the important people I have coming to talk with me are sensitive to her type."
"Her type?" asked Vanessa, confused. "What do you mean?"
"She's a cheap whore, that's what I mean. She'll spread for anyone with fifty cents and a bottle of wine to get her drunk on."
"Really, Mr. Summers, Erica's not like that. She-"
"Any calls?" he cut in.
"No, Sir. None."
"Good."
Vanessa expected Clayton Summers to leave. Instead, he dropped to his knees and began working her tight skirt up around her legs until it was at mid-thigh.
"What are you doing, Clayton?" she asked, her voice already husky with sex. She knew what he was doing.
"Shut up and keep working. Do as I say, dammit!"
The dark-haired young woman turned and tried to work a clean sheet into her typewriter. She failed to get it in straight four times running. And by the time it was straight, she felt agile fingers working between her ass and the seat. He lifted her ass up enough for him to scoot her skirt up around her waist.
And then he began passionately kissing the insides of her slender white thighs.
Vanessa almost melted into a puddle of quivering flesh as she felt his hot breath gusting against her tender flesh. His tongue lashed out and worked hard along the tops of her stockings. With his teeth, he began undoing the snaps that held them to her garters.
"Clayton, someone'll come in and see!"
"Shut up, I told you! You're working!"
"Ummm, and so are you!"
The phone rang, jangling the lovely girl's nerves. She almost didn't answer, but a sharp command from Summers caused her to reach out a shaky hand and pick up the phone.
"Calm down, Vanessa," Summers ordered. "This is just a routine call."
"How routine?" she had to ask.
"Routine," he assured her, but his hands were slowly moving across the smooth, naked flesh under her blouse. She gasped again as his hands came up and cupped her tits.
"Wh-what are you doing?" the girl gasped out.
"Answer the goddamn telephone," he commanded. But the man's eyes were glowing now, and his hands tightened on her tits.
His thumbs began working over the rubbery tips of her nipples, flicking them back and forth until she moaned in abject desire.
"Please, Clayton, please!" she begged. But Vanessa wasn't sure what she was begging him to do.
"The phone. Ask who it is, and don't moan like that."
"H-hello," she gasped out. "This is Clayton Summers' office. H-how may I help you?"
His hands moved from her blood-filled, throbbing nipples, down the silky plane of her belly, then dived between her thighs. His strong hands parted her slender legs, and one finger dipped into the juicy well of her cunt.
She gasped and thought she'd come.
"OH!" she exclaimed, then remembered she was on the phone. "H-he's not in right now. M-may I take a message?"
Fingers moved up between her turgid, dark-furred cunt lips. The politician shoved his hand knuckles deep into her churning, juicy pussy. Vanessa gasped and leaned back on her chair, her legs spreading wantonly for the man's carnal attentions.
"Oh, Clayton," the dark-haired young woman moaned out. "I love it. But...but I want more than your fingers there."
"Yes," he muttered. "I should make a first-class examination. With my special Congressional probe." He reached down and pulled the tab on his zipper. The fly opened, and a long, hard, red cock leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.
Vanessa gasped at the sight of such a huge prick. It could make any pussy hum and sing and froth with desire. She hardly knew what to do. But that didn't matter. Clayton was going to make sure that this was the most exciting ever-for both of them.
Summers' lips were working slowly up her leg, kissing her naked, trembling flesh and heading directly for her pussy. The man actually began to burrow up under her ass when she grabbed him by the ears and pulled his face upward.
"Clayton! I need more than that! Lots more!"
"I must make a closer examination. Now get back to work, you silly bitch!"
Summers' mouth then went back to the erotic work on his secretary's leg. For a moment, Vanessa sat there, her long legs dangling over the edge of the chair. She let out a soft moan as Summers' licking tongue worked across the soft band of flesh just at the top of her pussy mound. He was working hard to make her come totally alive.
Vanessa had a brief feeling that this wasn't proper. She was a secretary, and he was an important official, and this was a professional meeting. But her resolve evaporated when his tongue stroked roughly over her cunt lips and threatened to plunge into her pussy.
She lifted her ass off the chair for a second and pulled her skirt from under her. Then Summers' mouth went berserk all over her pussy. His tongue pressed avidly into her dark-fleeced cunt lips. She found herself getting wetter and wetter in the crotch as he licked and tongued all around her cunt lips.
The man's lips brushed over a flap of soft, tender skin. Vanessa almost went insane with desire for him. All she knew was how much she wanted Clayton's mouth clamped firmly on her pussy, sucking, tongue fucking her, making her forget she was a cool, aloof secretary, turning her into a totally aroused woman.
Then the phone rang again. He urged her to answer. She hated him for that, but Vanessa obeyed. She had to, no matter what she sounded like. It was her job.
"H-h-hello," she stammered. Then she gasped, "The Wh-White House? God! I mean, uh, he's here. Right here, Sir. I...I'll get him for you!"
"No," said Summers quietly. "Tell them to hold for a minute."
"But!"
His tongue worked like a digging tool as it rooted around in the secretary's jet-black, crinkly pussy fur. She was sighing in contentment when he found her clit with the tip of his rough, wet tongue.
Suddenly, she was no longer content. She was aroused.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, this is too much! Tongue fuck me, Clayton! I need your tongue fucking all the way up into my poor little cunt!"
"You're on the phone to the White House," came the man's warning voice. Vanessa went cold all over. She hoped that they hadn't heard. She was in the throes of arousal and talking to the White House. She couldn't muff this. It would be too embarrassing!
"S-sorry, he's not in yet. P-please!"
The man's hands gripped her thighs and pulled her forward on the chair so that her legs went on either side of his head. On his knees, he found her pussy at a nice height to eat. His tongue shot out and into the wet, clinging little hole of her cunt.
Her back arched, and she shoved her pussy forward, to get him to eat more of it. He couldn't turn down such a wanton invitation. His tongue began surging farther and farther into the secretary's pussy.
He tasted the salty tang of her fuck fluids.
The sweat pouring down her body mixed with her cunt juices to form a brew more intoxicating than any liquor. Clayton Summers sucked a bit harder and pulled one of her outer cunt lips into his mouth.
Holding it between his own lips, he sucked hard on the very edge. The woman's entire body began to shiver as if she'd stuck her finger into a light socket. When his tongue raced along the excited edge of her cunt lips, she came.
For a long minute, he was left both deaf and blind. Her soft thighs hardened on either side of his head, pressing into his ears. All he could see was her dark-rimmed pussy.
But he continued to use his cock-hard tongue to the best possible effect.
That pink arrow shot out and deep into the secretary's convulsing cunt. He tongue fucked her and kept her climax as intense as possible for as long as he could. Then he moved up on her pussy a bit and cornered the tiny, pea-sized clit boldly poking up from its sheath of protective flesh.
"My clit's on fire, Clayton darling! On fire! Suck it! Suck it good!"
He tried his damndest to get that tiny little spire of erectile tissue into his mouth.
He failed.
It was slippery with thick cunt oils. He licked all that off to leave only his own saliva behind. Then he tried to get his lips around the pointy-tipped spire of her clit. The dark-haired young woman's body shivered and bucked too much for him to get as close as he would have liked.
"Wait!" she cried into the phone, aware that words were coming over the wire aimed at her. "H-he'll come in a second. Ohh!" Vanessa gasped and then heard the dial tone as the White House hung up. But she was too shaken to do anything about it. Clayton's tongue worked too eagerly against her cunt lips.
His lips kept sliding from the base of her clit to the tip of her clit. But he couldn't trap it between his lips as he had intended. He wanted to get it deep enough into his mouth to use his teeth on it, then lick across it with only the rough tip of his tongue. Finding this wasn't possible, he decided to change his tactics.
The politician's mouth quickly slid across his secretary's dark bush, tangling the fleecy strands of her pussy fur, then moving across her cunt lips. A new coating of fuck fluid had dribbled from her cunt. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and licked off all traces of the thick pussy juice.
Then he licked backwards along the bristly cunt lips to her ass-hole. His jaw cracked once as he stretched his tongue to the limit. He thought it might come out from the roots if he strained too much. But the target was worth the effort.
Summers managed to work just the tip of his tongue into the lovely girl's ass-hole. She came. Her legs tensed on the sides of his head again, blinding him and shutting him off from everything but the reality of his tongue up her ass-hole.
Vanessa felt as if a snake had slithered into her ass and was arousing the very spots where his prick had gone the night before. She heard the phone ringing again. Maybe it was the White House calling back. But the dark-haired young woman simply couldn't handle talking now. She was too lost in the carnal wonder of her own body.
Summers felt like someone had dropped a loop of thread around his tongue, then pulled it taut. Her convulsing ass-hole was a clamp on his pink tongue that wouldn't let up.
As the first wave of her orgasm passed, leaving the lovely girl weak and drained, the man shoved his head forward into her crotch a bit more so he could ram his tongue even deeper into her ass-hole.
She came again.
"Ohhhhhhh, Clayton, it...it's super! Keep tongue fucking my ass. It's burning me up inside, your fucking tongue is burning me up!"
He wasn't about to stop. He felt his hard-on beginning to hurt like hell. His throbbing boner demanded more action than it was getting, but he wasn't about to take his mouth away from her ass. She tasted too damn good!
His tongue slipped farther and farther up into the woman's ass-hole. Soon, at least half of his tongue was wiggling around in the tight, hot ass-hole. The secretary's ass-hole seethed with lust. And the lightest touch made her jump and dance to his tune.
He actually held her captive with the very tip of this tongue!
Vanessa came again, this time twisting to one side as lust blasted through her sleek young body. His tongue fell from her ass-hole. He was presented with a dilemma. Should he seek out her tight ass-hole again or go back to her cunt and tongue fuck her there some more?
To get the taste of her shit out of his mouth, Summers decided to go back to her watery cunt hole. His tongue left a brown streak as he worked along his aroused secretary's pelvis and finally parted her pinkly-scalloped inner pussy lips again.
The heat pouring from her cunt hole was threatening to blister his tongue. He didn't care. This was too damned much fun. He rammed his cock-hard tongue all the way up her cunt.
The young girl was like a human machine gun. She came and came and came. And he loved the feeling of power he got by making her come like this. His own prick was hurting him with pent-up desire, sure, but there were other things he enjoyed as much as burying his cock, balls deep up a woman's cunt...like power.
He controlled Vanessa totally. The dark-haired young woman was his sex slave. No matter how she writhed around on the chair, his tongue was there, herding her, keeping her in line. He was the one who gave her the lightning flashes of orgasm. He was the one whose tongue made her into a complete woman.
That was as big a trip as anything Summers could have possibly done with his cock. It was an even bigger thrill than putting the White House on hold like he'd done. Sure, he would have to get off soon, but the power he held over his young secretary was almost infinite. He had her dancing at the very tip of his tongue!
And both of them dug it a lot. "Clayton, my poor little cunt is so empty. Fill it with your tongue again. Tongue fuck meeee!"
"I'll do it because I want to, Vanessa. Remember that!"
The frothy cunt juices from the secretary's pussy turned his lips almost white. He paused to lick off the tasty stuff, then applied his lips to her pussy flesh again. He even felt her heart beating excitedly through the turgid flaps of her cunt lips.
As he licked back and forth, sure to keep the tempo slow and teasing, he knew that the lovely girl was about at the end of her rope. Her cunt wasn't gushing out the thick pussy juices it once had. He was actually wearing her cunt out with his tongue fucking!
That made the man even more excited.
His tongue shot out and into her pussy. He felt the velvet-hung pussy walls, pulled each and every drop of cunt juice off them, then plunged deeper up the dark tunnel of clutching cunt flesh. His tongue was surrounded by humid pussy. His tongue was being superheated and squeezed until he thought it would be mashed flat.
And then the raven-haired secretary exploded in another frenzy of violent motion. His tongue had launched her on another climax. He tried wiggling the tongue inside her cunt this time. He fluttered it around like a berserk butterfly. This prolonged her climax more than either of them would have thought possible.
Finally, he felt the telltale surge of his own loins. All this pussy eating had excited him more than he could handle. He quickly stood, pulled out his rigid prick and held it in his hand just as it erupted.
The white-hot outpouring of jism blasted into the dark-haired young woman's face and caked the lustrous strands of her hair. She pulled away, but he grabbed her by the back of the head and held her face in the full torrent of his come.
As the phone rang, he spurted out one last glob of his stringy white jizz.
"Answer it," he said in a flat voice. "And if it's anything important, patch it through to my office. Otherwise, stall them off."
"Y-yes, Sir," Vanessa stammered. The thick goo of his come trickled down her face as she made excuses for her boss. And only after she'd gotten off the phone did she wipe away his come and try to adjust her skirt into a more sedate and business-like position.