Chapter 4
The voluptuous brunette accountant was imagining herself lying nakedly on a bed, writhing beneath a huge, thickly pulsing prick that was fucking in and out of her cock-starved little cunt and almost jumped when she heard the door of the office open. ' She'd been in the storage room looking for some tax forms, and imagining all sorts of pussy-exciting dreams to keep her mind off of what was really troubling her. She'd been expecting Tom Gainsborough all morning. She'd dreaded her next confrontation with him over the whole weekend, and now she didn't know how she could face him after what had happened Friday night. There was no excuse for an adult woman like herself to lead a man as far as she'd led Tom Gainsborough and then turn him down.
Alice hesitated a moment, then walked slowly down the hall to her office. She stopped outside the door and took a deep breath. When she opened it she almost gasped aloud in shocked surprise.
It was Gary Webster, not her boss.
"Hello, dear Miss Dearbourne."
Alice felt the color drain from her face, and for a moment she was able to say nothing. She waited, framed in the doorway, staring in awe at the man who in turn gazed back at her with a perfectly open smile. Then the embarrassed young brunette nearly winced as his dark eyes strayed slowly down to the hugely heaving swells of her tits, then gradually descended the whole length of her shapely body.
"What do you want?" she finally managed to ask in a quavering voice.
Gary Webster lifted his hand to his cheek. "I wanted to ask you how you're getting on ... do you like the job, and if you need any help?" he smiled.
"I seem to be able to handle everything," she replied coldly and bit her lip. The helpless protests of the young secretary Gary Webster had so ruthlessly fucked before her very eyes seemed to echo in her ears, and her voluptuous body began to tremble and she thought that if she tried to speak she wouldn't be able to control her voice. A mixture of emotions clouded her judgment; every impulse to action was stymied by a contradictory one. She couldn't deny the strange surge of warped craving welling up in her own cock-starved pussy even now at the recollection of the obscene seduction she'd witnessed though that fascination was almost overcome by her indignation, her identification with sympathy for the innocent blonde. Alice didn't know what to do now. She didn't know how she really felt.
"Well, I'm glad to know we not only have gained a competent accountant, but she's a very beautiful woman," he said finally.
Now Alice thought the color must be rushing back into her face, and she couldn't even guess how long she'd been standing there in the doorway staring at her co-worker.
"Thank you," she said, trying to smile. "How long have you been with Walker and Eddison?" "About ten years. Another twenty and I can retire. I don't like working...."
At that, Alice did at last manage a weak smile. "I don't think anyone does. Now, if you don't mind, I have work...."
"I also came in because I have this sore throat. I was wondering if you'd take a look? If it's real bad, I probably should go see a doctor."
"Yes, you should go see a doctor. I am an accountant, Mr. Webster," she replied coldly.
"Gee, Miss Dearbourne. I sure would appreciate it if you would take a look. If it's as red as it feels...."
"Okay, okay," Alice said, extremely put out and not bothering to hide the fact. "Just have a seat there in my chair," she said, indicating the leather-padded chair behind her desk.
Gary Webster sat down, his eyes roving slowly over the supple curves of the voluptuous brunette's body, provocatively defined by her thin, tightly fitting print dress as she approached. In spite of the fact that she was still trembling a little, she managed to smile, ignoring his brief glance down to the hugely inviting swells of her soft tits straining against the front of her dress.
Gary Webster obeyed her instructions to lean his head back and open his mouth. Catching her breath, Alice bent over him, squinting to peer into her co-worker's mouth. In spite of herself she couldn't-help being nervously aware of the proximity of their bodies. Their faces were not more than six inches apart and she knew the out-thrust of her huge titties was almost touching Gary Webster's chest. Nor could she prevent her gaze from straying upward so that her eyes met his. The expression there almost caused her to draw back. She had never seen such pure animal lust in anyone's eyes!
"I don't see anything," Alice said.
She started to draw back, then her body stiffened and the flush returned to her cheeks as she felt Gary Webster's hand touch her up almost beneath her arm, shockingly close to the outside of one softly trembling tittie. The sheer surprise must have paralyzed her for a moment-she couldn't bring herself to move. Mixed with her rising anger was still a distant but nonetheless compelling want that helplessly gripped her in the bonds of her own confusion.
Then she felt the accountant's fingers move slowly, surely, inching closer to the side of her hugely quivering tit in a gentle stroking motion. She gasped, gritting her teeth, staring in shock and awe. Incongruously, even as he insinuated his hand toward her tit, Gary Webster still held his head cocked back, his eyes tightly shut, his mouth wide open.
A shiver went through her body and with a sudden rallying of her will power, Alice pulled away. Now Gary raised his head and closed his mouth, opening his eyes to stare at her with undisguised lust. Alice looked back in rage, her huge tits heaving noticeably under her thin print dress, her whole body trembling with anger at the man's lewdly insulting advance.
"Just what do you think I am?" she hissed. "Hunh? I don't understand."
"If you believe you can walk in her complaining of a phony sore throat and get fresh with me...!"
"I didn't get fresh, Miss Dearbourne. I just touched you, for Christ's sake."
"You were stroking my titties!" she shouted back. It sounded ludicrous, and for some reason she felt she had been completely made a fool of. Somehow she had to get back at the man. She had to salvage some aspect of pride and dignity. "You were stroking my tits!" she repeated desperately, realizing immediately that it sounded nasty.
"Aw, come on. I just needed to be comforted. My throat hurts and I needed some ... affection."
A little burst of vicious laughter escaped Alice's lips. If there was anything in the world she couldn't, stand, it was having her intelligence insulted. Again she recalled the pleadings of protest from the innocent secretary whose virgin pussy Gary Webster had so ruthlessly fucked-and now he was telling her he needed affection to comfort his sore throat. The audacity of it was almost beyond her comprehension.
"And I didn't mean to touch your tits, either. If you think that just because I touched you I was going to do something dirty, then you must just have a dirty mind."
Alice saw nothing for an instant. A blurring wave swept over the field of her vision. She opened her mouth to speak and for a second or two the words wouldn't come. She was too angry to even talk. Then in a hoarse and quavering voice, she spewed: "And I suppose it was just my dirty imagination creating a hallucination of you fucking that little blonde-haired secretary in the storage room last Friday!"
Alice stopped short on the last word of the sentence. Her vision returned and a low sigh eased softly from her mouth. She stared, dumbfounded at her co-worker, watching the comprehension creep slowly across his face, almost in time with her own realization of her stupid and compromising blunder.
He sat up straighter, leaning forward, the smile registering slowly on his face.
"I mean ... I saw you going in there," Alice said almost in a stutter.
"You watched."
"I didn't watch."
"Yes, you did. And you didn't say anything to us. Because you liked it. Because you wanted to see it."
"I hated it," Alice said quietly, dropping her eyes ashamedly to the floor.
She heard him stand up and when she looked up her eyes filled with tears of shame at the exposure of her own sordid, vicarious participation in the lewd deed in question.
"You must have watched a long time, Miss Dearbourne," he said softly as he approached her, his eyes now intent on the sobbing brunette's face. "And you didn't say anything because you couldn't stop yourself from wanting to watch, because you have a hot cunt and you would like it to be fucked too. And afterwards, you couldn't say too much about us because you knew you had seen too much, because you were in it too, by enjoying watching the whole damn thing...."
Alice watched the handsome accountant through blurred vision. His words sounded distant and strange to her, not like the words of an intelligent professional, but the words of a lust-crazed male. And she knew it was all true ... as horrible as it was, it was all true!
A low sob rose in the beautiful young woman's throat as he stepped up to her, and a tremor passed through her curvaceous body as he reached his arms around her waist and started to snuggle up against her, lowering his face and nestling it against the hugely throbbing fullness of her titties.
"Oooooohhhhh ... mmmmmmmm ... ooooooohhhhhhhh!" she moaned and her legs almost buckled under her with the need coursing through her hotly tingling pussy. Then her love-crazed body stiffened again as his hands dropped to her smoothly curved asscheeks, stroking at the thin silky material of her dress, boldly running a finger from the base of her spine right down the forbidden crack between her wantonly trembling asscheeks.
For a moment longer, Alice swayed against him, then once more her anger at the insult and the audacity of his indecent approach blotted all else from her mind, so she could think of nothing but retaliating, putting him in his place, and re-establishing her own coolness before she, too, became his object of lust. In a sudden angry motion she pushed him back, staring wildly down at his lewd grin and the salacious glint of triumph in his passion-jaded eyes. That did it-that gloating triumph was more than she could bear! With a low hiss, Alice lashed out. She felt the sting on the palm of her hand, heard the loud crack as it struck his smooth, gloating cheek. He almost fell over from the hard slap, and when Alice's hand dropped to her side, he seemed to still be reeling.
Gary Webster regained his balance and looked slowly back at her. Alice didn't have any idea how long she met his gaze, a gaze filled with laughter and a smoldering passion that proclaimed his lust and her own desire. She felt herself melting, her resolve to resist temptation fading with the steadiness of his cunt-exciting stare. And she knew that Gary Webster was right about her ... she had secretly invited the obscene pass he was making at her. She had retaliated against him for her own failings, her own lewd desires, and now, as never before, she could understand Gary Webster's motivation in wanting to take an innocent young secretary and seduce her, fuck her until in spite of all her objections she was reduced to a helpless mass of lusting flesh, groveling for his hugely throbbing prick.
Alice raised her hand slowly and wiped at the tears spilling freely down her cheeks. Oh God, could it be? Her pussy was tingling hotly. She wanted to be fucked by Gary Webster! But she had to control her lewd desires ... she had to!
But beautiful Alice Dearbourne knew that she couldn't.
"I'm sorry," she whispered quietly. "I didn't mean that ... or I meant it for myself and did it to you because you were the only person I had to lash out at." She paused, swallowing hard to choke back the sobs in her throat. She knew what she was about to propose was completely insane. But she could think of nothing else, no other way under these circumstances to express to her co-worker what she wanted to. She remained in nervous indecision a moment, then at last she moistened her lips and spoke again in a trembling voice: "And you were right. I did watch it all and I did want you to fuck me and I want you even now. But I know I can't have you. I don't deserve you, and if I were to take advantage of my situation here in this office, being the only woman accountant around all of you men for the sake of my own pleasure, I would be asking for whatever happened to me."
"But you wouldn't be taking advantage of me," Gary said smiling.
"Just be quiet and let me finish. I have led you on, I know that. And I'm going to do something for you to make up for that. I just want you to promise me you won't ever tell anyone else who works here."
"I won't tell. Christ, I promise I won't tell!"
The pretty brunette smiled, again reaching up to wipe the tears from her face. "All right. Come over her and lie on my desk on your back," she said, moving past him toward the large oak desk.
With a confused look on his face, Gary Webster complied.
"What are you going to do, Miss Dearbourne?"
Alice took a deep breath, moving up beside the table to gaze through lust-narrowed eyes down at the accountant. The excitement coursing through her own hot little cunt now was almost more than she could stand, and she knew that what she was about to propose was sheer madness. But she didn't care anymore. She'd made up her mind, and once she'd resolved to act, an unknown masochistic lust seemed to have taken possession of her. What had begun moments ago as a plan to subjugate herself solely to compensate for her own guilt had suddenly become irresistible to her-all the more so for its unspeakable perversion. She almost closed her eyes as she said softly and without warning, "I'm going to suck your prick."
The lust-inspired brunette smiled again at the look of sheer desire in the man's eyes, unable to stop the soft moan rising in her throat as she quickly reached down and undid the zipper to his pants, darting her fingers deftly inside the fly. Webster's hips jerked in sudden excitement as she closed her fingers around the hugely pulsing hardness of his cock, causing it to swell perceptibly in her hand as she worked it out of the fly and watched it loom up in a hotly throbbing hard-on. A little quiver of passion flowed through her own hot, juicy pussy as she bent the accountant's cock downward slightly, tugging gently at the foreskin to draw it slowly up and down from the naked cockhead along the painfully jerking hardness. She continued this smooth stroking for several moments, the rhythmic caresses seeming to prompt Webster's already large prick to an even more stunning erection. Then as the excited man groaned and gasped, Alice gradually decreased the up and down skinning motion on his heavily throbbing cock sticking straight up from his still-clothed loins.
The wantonly aroused female accountant gazed down in eager anticipation of the lewd act she was now determined to commit. Alice hesitated but a moment longer. She knew what she was about to do would mean the loss of her whole reason for being here. She'd so desperately wanted to spend at least a short while without getting involved. Now here she was getting involved on the most sordid level, and the one that made her the most vulnerable. Because to a certain extent, once this had happened she would be under Gary Webster's power. Anytime he wanted to he would be able to tell what had happened and, even if he were only half-believed, it would cast enough doubt on her that she would no longer be able to function in the company. But by the same token, her trusting the man would create a bond between them and, in that way, the involvement. Once she had gone through with her daring plan, Alice would never be able to be completely uninvolved as long as she remained here. There would always be a tie between her and Gary Webster, even if they weren't together, because of the secret she trusted him to keep for her. But, dangerous and complicated as it all was, she was determined to go through with it. She had promised. Now it was too late to back out!
Slowly the voluptuous brunette flicked her tongue out of her mouth, moistening her glistening lips in lewd anticipation of what she was about to do. Then, her own secret desire surging almost as wildly as she knew Webster's must be, she lowered her face down toward the man's body, bending the thickly pulsing hardness of his cock backwards until it was aimed straight up at her mouth.
Then, only inches from it, she paused again and parted her lips to exhale gently over the smooth glans, shining obscenely with the tiny droplet of cock-juice that issued from it.
"Oh Christ!" Webster gasped, his lips jerking in steadily building anticipation at the sight of the female accountant's pursed lips just inches away from the pulsing head of his painfully throbbing prick.
Alice purred softly in her own lust-inspired delirium, her fingers resuming the gentle up-and-down skinning motion that prompted ever more frantic gyrations of his hips. Then gingerly she darted her tongue from between her lips, the saliva-moistened extremity coming into sudden shocking contact with the hotly throbbing tip of Webster's prick. She circled her tongue slowly about the rubbery cock-head, hearing the man's moans and feeling his hips begin to twitch even more wildly in response to the wanton teasing, The tip of her tongue found the tiny opening of the glans and flicked wetly over it to devour the little drop of cum-juice that had appeared, the tangy taste only serving to further stimulate her own unnatural craving. Then her hand slipped lightly down to the base of his thickly pulsing cock as she continued to lick provocatively at the tip, still refusing to actually take it into her mouth.
For a moment longer, Gary Webster lay passively beneath her. Then with a sudden deep groan, he reached down into Alice's long dark hair, pulling her face forward toward his loins at the same time as he thrust his tightly flexing asscheeks eagerly upward.
"Yes, Miss Dearbourne!" he rasped. "Suck me, Jesus! Suck my cock!"
With a muffled cry of mixed delight and protest at the sudden aggression, Alice yielded at once, taking the warmly throbbing cock between her sensuous lips, feeling the lewdly pulsing hardness drive mercilessly down the length of her tongue toward the back of her throat. It almost choked her, but she couldn't resist the excitement heightened by the blunt word which would ordinarily have shocked her and repulsed her, and she took a wanton, masochistic pleasure from the man's sudden assumption of authority in their obscene coupling. She surrendered her lips in total submission as she felt the wildly pulsing cockhead fucked into the inner recesses of her mouth, almost making her gag in its obscene penetration. She purred softly around the pulsing shaft and began to suck in earnest.
Webster's hips quivered on the hard wood of her desk as he felt the voluptuous accountant's lips close around his lustfully throbbing hardness. He'd known the first time he'd seen the hot little cunt that she was a woman in dire need of cock. He'd learned to recognize that condition well enough at an early age when he'd watched his mother and sister after his father had ran off. He'd known his own visit to her office was a real long shot, but then she'd slipped and admitted that she'd watched him and that little blonde secretary fucking in the storage room. Still, even then he hadn't dreamed she'd suck his prick, and he'd been completely shocked when she'd suggested it. The chick didn't seem like the type, but Christ, she was being a goddamned whore about it! And it was really happening to him, and it felt better than anything he'd experienced in a long time.
The lewdly excited brunette began a slow bobbing of her head as she felt Webster start to hunch eagerly up and down on her desk, surrendering her lips and mouth ever more willingly at the irresistible surges of her own compelling lust. Again and again she felt the hugely pulsing hardness of his cock driving into her mouth, the throbbing cockhead fucking swiftly the length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the back of her throat as Webster squirmed his loins harder and harder up against the shameless brunette's face.
With a wanton whisper, Alice closed her eyes, working her head up and down more swiftly with each passing second, her tongue flashing wildly around the expanding rigidity and flicking right up into the silken curls of pubic hair protruding from the fly of his pants. Gradually she was shedding the inhibitions that had lingered even after she'd begun the obscene act. She made lewd, gurgling sounds deep in her throat, concentrating all her energies on her submissive sucking of the accountant's cock, dedicating all the warmth and softness of her lips and mouth for her co-worker's pleasure. Her lips worked ravenously, tightly stretched by the lewdly intruding hardness, and already she was beginning to hunger for the sweet-tasting cock-juice she knew must even now be starting to well up in Webster's painfully aching balls. And as she intensified her sucking, Alice's own body began to sway and undulate. Her hot little cunt tingled hungrily beneath the thin material of her panties, and she could feel her own masochistic passion building toward the point of no control. Beneath her, Webster was growing hotter by the second, his own lust manifested clearly in the more violent upward thrusts of his hips and the deeper, more urgent groans issuing from his throat.
Then suddenly a shiver passed through her own weakly trembling pussy as the man reached up and touched her, running his hand gently around her waist and stroking down across her smoothly curved asscheeks on the outside of her dress. For a moment longer Alice continued her fervent sucking, her whole pussy quivering in response to the man's searching hands as they moved eagerly down between the fullness of her tightly clenched asscheeks. Then with a soft whimper she raised her head, letting Webster's hotly twitching cock drop from her lips. Her face flushed with overwhelming desire that was beginning to consume her as she gazed through slitted eyes down at Gary Webster's lust-contorted features.
"Yes," she moaned. "Touch me too ... pull my skirt up and put your hand inside my panties and play with my pussy. I have to cum too, Gary!"
Gary Webster was incredulous! He stared in surprise at the shameless brunette for a couple of seconds, then eagerly he began to work the skirt up the satiny flesh of her thighs and over the panty-clad roundness of her asscheeks, bunching it up at her waist above the near transparent bikini panties and working his hand quickly down inside the tight elastic waistband and right down the crack between her excitedly twitching asscheeks to the already moistened slit of her curl-rimmed cunt.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhhhh!" Alice mewled excitedly, dropping her lips hungrily back to his hotly jerking cock-head, her tongue swiping softly over the hugely pulsing tip before he lunged violently upward, to drive the smooth, resilient shaft once again deep into her mouth.
The supple brunette's delirious moan emerged from around the thick pillar of flesh penetrating her lips, her body twitching in eager little spasms from the contact of Webster's fingers moving hungrily along the cunthair-rimmed slit of her pussy, insistently parting the tender, moist pussylips. Then her smoothly curved asscheeks jerked even more wildly at the first shattering contact with her wetly palpitating little clit, and she resumed the lewd, bobbing motion of her head as she felt Webster's other hand begin to work the elastic waistband slowly down off the contracting cheeks of her whitely trembling ass. Another shiver went through her cock-starved cunt as his finger stroked back up the length of her trembling pussy to brush lightly over the little puckered hole of her ass.
Now the shameless female accountant was sucking his cock with all her might, her head keeping a frenzied rhythm in time to his wildly fucking cock, her teeth scratching lightly up and down the sensitive skin of his thickly throbbing prick to prompt more guttural groans of passion from his throat. Webster tried to concentrate his full attention on the brunette's near-naked ass and the hotly twitching wetness of her pussy as his fingers moved from her hairless little asshole to flick teasingly from behind into the obscenely parted cuntlips and proceeded in swiftly titillating strokes up over the little clit nestled in the silken, dark pussyhairs at the top of the slit. Then, his middle finger slipped up between her darkly curling cuntlips, rousing a spontaneous twitch of desire from Alice's curvaceous, whitely quivering asscheeks.
"Oooooohhhhh! Oohhh, God, ooohh. Yes ... like that ... oooohhhh!" he heard her moan as the finger wormed slowly up into the softly resisting pussy flesh. Then, he heard the passion-demented brunette utter an even deeper moan as he felt her lips clasp his urgently pulsating cock even tighter. His body stiffened with the delicious tickling sensation up and down the mouth-stretching hardness of his prick as the trapped cum began suddenly to surge in his balls in preparation for its mad dash to obscene ejaculation.
"Uh-oh, Miss Dearbourne," Webster gasped, his muscular asscheeks sinking down on the wood of the desk as he tried to regain control. He could feel it welling up and he knew there wasn't going to be a way in the world for him to keep from cumming. He was going to cum whether he wanted to or not! Christ, he was going to shoot off right between her lips!
Alice sensed the sudden increase of tension in the man's body. She knew it wouldn't be long until he came and she began to hunch and undulate her own nakedly trembling asscheeks even more frantically, squirming her moistly throbbing cunt back and forth on the finger that still remained fucked deep up inside it, straining in desperation to attain her own cum simultaneously with him.
"Oh, Jesus ... ooh, Christ ... oohh ... uuuuunnggghhhhh!" Webster groaned again, his whole body quivering. "I'm going to cum," he gasped. "Miss Dearbourne, I'm going to cum...!"
"Oh, yes!" Alice purred around the hugely expanding prick in her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhppppprr!"
For an instant longer, the accountant lay trembling on the brunette's desk. Then with a sudden upward lunge, he rammed his hotly pulsing cock its full length into Alice's mouth, feeling the tip ram against the back of her throat as the torrentially surging cock-juice began its rush up from his painfully aching , balls. At the same time he began a rapid finger-fucking rhythm in and out of Alice's cunt, his thumb stroking wildly over the , rigidly pulsating bud of her clit.
An instant later, Alice felt the first droplets of the warm, fresh-tasting cum come spewing into her mouth. She gulped, her ivory throat bobbing as she swallowed frantically to keep from choking. Almost at the same instant, the first distant waves began up inside her own hot, juicy cunt. All her mental resistance had been shattered by the sheer perversity of her masochistic submission; she was in a dream state of delirious passion and the physical sensation of Webster's finger-fucking into her hot, quivering pussy took on a surreal and heightened quality. It was going to be the fastest she'd ever cum in her life, but she couldn't have held it back if she'd wanted to! All her defenses had been shattered by her lewd surrender to her warped, obscene lust. Her body was like a tightly wound coil, begging for release, and that combined with the perverted bliss of having the accountant cream right into her mouth, of swallowing every precious drop of the sweet cock-juice exploding into her throat, was enough to drive her immediately over the brink.
Webster realized what was happening and instinctively began to fuck his middle finger even harder into the hungrily devouring flesh of the brunette's cunt as the shocking waves of her wildly exciting cum flowed uncontrollably through her entire body. His own asscheeks jerked and lunged in savage contortions as he rammed his cock harder and harder in between her eagerly sucking lips, building to a crescendo of motion as he continued to squirt the thick, warm droplets of cum deep into her throat.
Alice swallowed like a madwoman, her ecstasy only intensifying her ravenous need to submit, until, with a final exhausted sigh, she sank back onto her desk.
"What a cum!" he exclaimed, as the satiated brunette closed her eyes. Little spasms continued to course through her cunt-juice drenched pussy, and she sucked more gently, licking the saliva and cum that mingled on his thickly coated cock, feeling it gradually begin to deflate in her mouth.
"Oh, Miss Dearbourne." Webster groaned, again. "That was the best cock-sucking I've ever had!"
Alice purred softly, drawing her lips slowly up the length of the man's deflating prick, twirling her tongue for a last swipe around the now tender flesh of the head. Then she raised her own face up. But just as she let the deflated cock slip from her mouth, she felt the first twitch of his lewdly returning passion.
Alice, her skirt still bunched about her waist, her panties still pulled down to mid-thigh to completely expose her cunthair-rimmed pussy and her smoothly curved asscheeks, stared through passion-dimmed eyes at the accountant's loins as his cock began to stir and surge to a new hard-on.
"Let me fuck you now, Miss Dearbourne," he said. "My prick will be hard in just a minute."
Alice bit her lips, her eyes glowing as she gazed up at his face. She wanted him to fuck her now, perhaps even more than she had before. The shattering cum may have momentarily satiated her, but she knew it had also whetted her appetite. Now, more than ever before, she was going to have a difficult time controlling herself. But somehow she had to. She couldn't continue to do this, couldn't start what would inevitably become a long-term and involving affair with her co-worker.
Sadly, Alice shook her head. "No, we can't."
"What's wrong with you? Shit!"
Her body still trembling from the passion that had engulfed her, Alice backed away from the desk and carefully pulled her panties up and worked her skirt down over her still trembling asscheeks and thighs. She shook her head again, and turned half away, her sensuously throbbing tits heaving as she strained to catch her breath.
"We can't ... this has to be the only time. You can find plenty of young secretaries to ... fuck."
"But I don't want to fuck them the way I want you. If you can do what you just did, I bet you can fuck better than any little virgin!"
Alice smiled quietly. "Well, I should hope I've learned something they don't know. And I do like you, Gary, and I know you would be a very good lover for me. But it wouldn't work...."
Ruefully Gary Webster sat up, pushing his still half-erect cock back into his pants and dropping down off the desk to his feet.
"Do you understand, Gary? Why this has to be the last time?"
For a moment Webster kept a pensive silence, watching her almost sullenly. Then he smiled and shook his head.
"Nope ... and it wasn't the last time. I'm visiting your office again tomorrow. And you know what, honey? I'll bet you a whole week's salary that you're going to be glad to see me. You love cock, sweet-tits, I can tell. I've been around, and I don't think I ever met a chick so hot for cock as you are!"
Alice could only stare blankly at the good-looking accountant. There was nothing she could say to his lewd accusation. For, she knew he was right. She did love cock!
"See you around!" Webster said, from her office door. He was really beat and didn't know how the hell he'd be able to make it through the rest of the day. It was surprising how much energy it took out of you just to have your cock sucked by a chick who really knew how to do it, and it was hard to imagine what he was going to feel like tomorrow after he'd really given her a good fuck; which would mean doing a lot more of the work himself. He took one last glance at the wanton brunette and on trembling legs, he closed Miss Dearbourne's office door behind him.
"Mr. Webster! Mr. Webster!" Andy Wycoff, the young office boy panted as he ran up to the good-looking accountant. "Got some papers for you!"
"Oh, thanks. These are the Stember tax returns. Where are the Youngs'?" Webster asked as he looked through the manila folder Andy had handed him.
"Debbie Marks, that cute little blonde secretary-well, she's looking for them, said she'll being them straight to your office ... hey, by the way, she was asking about you," Andy said. "She thought you must have gone home for the day. She'd been looking for you."
"Go home to my wife when there's action around here?" Webster said, watching the young boy. "No fucking way!"
"I didn't think so, Mr. Webster."
"I think she wants you to fuck her," Andy said. "And that's what I sure would like to do with her." He paused, his face reddening slightly. "Do you still think you can fix that with her? Where I can get my first piece of cunt?"
Webster smiled, walking slowly over to the water cooler. "I'll tell you what, Andy. I've been thinking it over, and I've got a better idea. For his first piece, a guy should have a chick who really knows how to fuck. And Debbie's still not that good, since she hasn't done it but a couple of times with me."
"Yeah, but I don't want a whore for my first time. And Debbie's the best-looking girl in the whole office."
"I'm not talking about a whore, and anyway, she's not the best-looking. There's one other one who looks even better than Debbie."
"Well, I sure haven't seen her."
"I'm talking about Miss Dearbourne. The new accountant."