Chapter 1
Joan watched intently as the middle-aged, balding man undressed. His stomach was heavy, indicating the good life he had led, and when he was completely naked, she saw that his prick was nothing to set the world on fire with. However, her boss had told her how important the Jefferson account was and Joan, being the good secretary, was determined that her company would get the business.
The man lay down beside her and immediately began kissing her and putting his hands on the important points of her body-her tits, her cunt, her ass. When he shoved his finger into her dry box, Joan flinched. He was too quick and too rough to get her excited, but she played along with him. As he moved his finger around inside her pussy, she feigned moans of passion.
Jefferson gave her little opportunity to prepare herself. Before she had a chance to respond, he was between her legs and shoving his steel-hard cock into her hole. Maintaining the pose of a hot piece, Joan wrapped her legs around his waist and humped to meet his thrusts. He rammed his dick in as far as it would go, which didn't mean a whole lot, and Joan rubbed her crotch against his, making his small prick touch the walls of her snatch.
"Goddam, you're a good piece," Jefferson panted.
You wouldn't know a good piece if you had it, Joan thought to herself as she smiled and continued to hump against his cock. She knew there was no way he could make her come, but had to pretend that he really sent her into a torrent of orgasms.
Pushing her cunt into his crotch and moving it around caused Jefferson to shoot his wad in a matter of minutes. When Joan saw that he was ready to come, she pushed hard against him and let out a low moan, pretending that she was unloading her cunny juice. The man's eyes lit up and she felt his warm fluid coat her twat.
When they were finished, Joan laid her pretty head on the man's flabby stomach and looked at his shrunken, pitiful penis. It was strained and wet from his own semen. He breathed heavily and her head rose and fell as he slowly regained his strength.
Jefferson rubbed his hand across her back and down to her buttocks. Playing first with the cheeks, he moved on to her cunt, which was wet. In view of his physical weakness and flabbiness, Joan was surprised to see his cock beginning to harden again. She put her hand on his balls and played with them, watching as his prick rose even higher.
He put his finger on her cunt and rubbed the lips. Slowly she became aroused and stroked his fuck pole. Soon, she was on her knees with her head over his erect hunk of meat. It was still small and she had no problem taking its entire length in her mouth. The hair at the base of his staff tickled her nose as she slowly, sensually sucked on the rod.
Jefferson fingered her pussy faster and faster as she sucked harder on his dong, played with his nuts, and stroked his shaft while she tongued the head. When he pushed his finger into her vagina as far as it would go and moved it around, Joan hit her first climax. She tightened her shapely legs on his hand as she coated his digit with orgasmic juices.
He continued fingering her while she sucked his cock, drawing him to the shooting-off point. It wasn't long before she was again clamping down with her legs, climaxing right at the time she felt his hot cum paint her throat. She squeezed his pecker, pulling all the jizm from its container, and swallowed hard, not losing a drop.
At least, she thought to herself, he did make me come, although it wasn't the most enjoyable orgasm she had ever experienced.
"You might like to know," Mr. Peterson told her the following day, a look of satisfaction on his face, "that we got the Jefferson account. I don't know what you did to the old man, but whatever it was, it worked."
"Just used my feminine wiles," Joan replied, returning his smile.
Joan Willis had worked for the Peterson Agency for more than two years, beginning as a typist and slowly working her way up to private secretary to Del Peterson, the owner. She had put in a lot of couch time to get to her present position, and her ability as a secretary had held the position once she had reached it.
She was not beyond using her body to attain her goals. Joan was a beautiful girl, dark brown hair, a wonderful body. Any man who had been fortunate enough to sample her wares always walked away with a satisfied feeling in his body-and his prick hanging low. For, Jefferson to the contrary, Joan Willis was a dynamite piece of ass in bed-once she was turned on.
Peterson, himself, had been lucky enough to climb between her legs and feel that joy box of hers. He remembered it every time he looked at her, and his pecker got hard just thinking about it. He envied men such as Jefferson and the others, yet knew that anytime he wanted a piece of pussy from Joan, it was his for the asking.
For Peterson, Joan was a highly successful business investment. Not only was she an extremely efficient secretary, but she was willing to do just about anything for him and the agency to further business. He had often seen clients and other visitors to the office looking her over, and that had been his first clue to using her to help the agency.
Joan had not refused, although she was slightly hesitant in the beginning. When Peterson promised her a nice bonus if the clients were signed, Joan agreed to the owner's proposition. Since she initiated her persuasion techniques, her bank account had increased tremendously.
This is not to say that the Peterson Agency relied on Joan's natural assets to land all its clients. The agency was highly respected in its field of advertising and Joan was called on only occasionally, and then to persuade the most stubborn of customers. So far, her track record was perfect-she had not failed to land a single potential. And, fortunately, there weren't many like Jefferson.
Joan didn't, and couldn't, rely on clients for her sex life. She was too hot-natured for that. Peterson was able to put out her fire every time they went to bed together, but she still needed sex more often than it was available around the office. With a body like hers, though, getting men was no problem.
When Joan had been hired by the agency, the personnel manager at the time was a middle-aged, but well-built man, tall, silver-haired, robust in nature, who had been smitten by her good looks the instant she walked through the door. She wouldn't have had to type, take dictation or anything else as far as he was concerned. She would have been hired immediately.
It was late in the afternoon when Joan arrived at the agency to apply for the job. Bob Carruthers, the personnel manager, filled out all the necessary paperwork and then looked at his watch.
"Miss Willis, it's time to close up. Would you care to have a bite to eat with me so I can tell you about our agency and your new job?"
"You mean, I'm hired?" Joan asked, surprised at the suddenness of his decision.
"Yes. Welcome to the Peterson Agency."
They ate at a quaint restaurant near the office building and talked for a couple of hours-about the agency, about Joan, about what she would be doing in her new job.
"The salary isn't much to start," Bob said, "but there is great potential for an industrious, willing individual."
Carruthers was quick to stress the willing part of his statement, and it wasn't lost on Joan.
"Well," she replied, catching his drift immediately, and aware that he had been looking at her body all the time they had been talking, "I'm willing, and think I can do a good job."
"I'm sure you will, Joan," he said, motioning for the waiter to bring the check. "How about coming up to my apartment for a nightcap?"
Joan's reply, to be sure, was in the affirmative.
Bob's apartment was small but well-decorated, comfortable, and had an expansive view of the city. Once inside, he mixed drinks and they sat on the couch, talking for another hour or so.
"Joan," he said, suddenly turning serious, "I believe I've learned enough about you during these past few hours to be honest with you."
Joan made no reply, looking instead into his deep-set eyes.
"Your job," he continued, "isn't much, as I've told you. But, as I've also said, there is opportunity for advancement, if you're willing to do what is necessary to accomplish that advancement." , "I think I know what you mean," she replied, seeming far from shocked.
"I'm sure you do. You have a lot in your favor-a beautiful face, a good body, and the tests you took today show you have the qualifications. However, to reach the top, your first two assets will get you farther than the third."
"How?" Joan asked, sensing that Bob was trying to help her.
"Del Peterson is Peterson Agency. He founded the firm several years ago on his own and, through his own personality and hard work, has built it up to one of the best in the city. He's shrewd, intelligent and a workhorse; but he also likes to have a good time. That's where you can make your points."
"Continue, Bob," Joan said, becoming more and more interested.
"Del never married, never had time. But, he does like a good ... woman or, I should say, women. However, he's not a bed-hopper. He is very particular about the women he goes with. He is not one to be found down on the strip picking up hookers. You, Joan, are the type he would go for. But let me point out that he won't be thinking about anything serious, so I'm warning you about that ahead of time. To advance, you have to play his game, but don't make the mistake of thinking that if you succeed with him, it will lead to the altar. He's not the type."
"Neither am I. I like men, but I'm in no hurry to get tied down. I'm not in the marrying mood, not in the foreseeable future, anyway."
"Good. I just wanted you to know. Also, it takes more than just a good body to stay with Peterson. Oh, a well-built, willing girl can get through the door, and even into Del's bed. But she will have to have some business sense to stay there. We've had others-good-looking, beautifully built-who didn't last. I don't think you'll have that problem."
"Thanks for the advice, Bob."
"I'm envious, of Peterson, and of the agency," he said, looking at her, glimpsing the smooth skin of her silky legs, the tight blouse with the two large mounds underneath, straining to break through the material.
"Why?" she asked, certain she would be called on to satisfy his desires sometime during her employment.
"I'm leaving Peterson at the end of this week; he knows about it. I've been offered a job in St. Louis. It means a big step for me, assistant manager of an agency there. Del has given me his best and wrote one helluva recommendation to the firm out there.
"But," he continued, not taking his eyes off her, "with you coming in, I'm beginning to regret having to leave. You're about the best I've seen in a long time."
Joan accepted his compliment with a smile. "Well," she said, coyly, "you shouldn't have to leave without sampling your new employee. And I should show my appreciation, shouldn't I?"
Bob placed his glass on the coffee table and put his arm around her. Pulling her to him, he kissed her gently, but hotly, on the mouth. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and explored his teeth, his tongue. His hands roamed her body, softly squeezing the large mounds of tit-flesh, and felt the hard nipples through the material. He slowly rubbed the insides of her thighs, at the same time moving in the direction of heaven.
Joan moaned softly as his hand came closer and closer to her warming pussy and she spread her legs. He cupped her cunt and squeezed. Lifting her hips slightly, she squeezed her legs against his hand. Without breaking the kiss, Bob unbuttoned her blouse and reached inside the bra. When he touched the hard nipple, Joan grabbed the stiff bulge in his pants and squeezed. As the sensual woman unzipped him, his prick jumped out like a coiled spring and she slowly stroked the smooth, long hunk.
Bob kissed Joan on the neck, nibbled at her ear, and moved back to her delicious red lips, all the time busily removing her blouse, bra and skirt. She was just as quick to help him take off his clothes, and soon they were down to where she was clad only in brief, sexy panties and he in shorts.
They continued kissing and petting each other, Joan stroking his prick, he kissing and sucking her tits. He put a hand between her spread-eagle legs and rubbed the hairy mound and pressed her pussy. Joan groaned and shivered in delightful pain, wanting to feel his hard core ramming its way inside her quim. Bob was in agony, too, because her stroking his wand had brought him to the coming point.
"Joan," he gasped, "better hold off on that. I'm about ready to unload."
"Don't waste it," she panted, her hips moving as she squeezed his prong.
Bob pushed her back on the couch, pulled off her panties, and threw them to the floor. After doing the same with his shorts, he positioned himself between her legs. He looked at her dark love cavern and saw that it was wet. She was ready for a good fuck.
Lowering himself slowly, he placed the head of his stiff dick on the waiting lips of her juicy pussy. Pushing gently, the large head opened the luscious labia and slowly inched forward. Joan lifted her hips and moaned as she felt his big hunk of meat rub against the sensitive walls of her snizz. Bob continued pushing until he was all the way in and felt his head against her farthest point.
Bob kept his prick shoved all the way inside Joan and chewed on her nipples. This sent her into orbit and she flung her legs around his waist and humped hard against his granite-hard member. It was so far inside her that she could hardly move it anymore, but it rubbed against her box and she almost unleashed her climax.
"Pull it out partway, Bob, and fuck me." She panted and her hips moved frantically. She had to feel that steel rod riding her walls!
Bob pulled his prick back to where only the glans was inside and slowly pumped. Joan moved her hips to keep pace with him. It felt so good that her head reeled. She pulled his head to her boobs and held him there.
"Bite them, Bob, bite and suck 'em. Fuck me, too, hard. Ram it home and load my twat with your hot cum!"
Bob was so excited that he started pulling his pecker all the way out and ramming it home as hard and as fast as he could. Each time he did, Joan felt as if he was shoving her pussy into her throat.
"Oh, that's good," she murmured. "Bring it all the way in. Fuck me hard, Bob. Make it hurt. Damn, that's good."
"Are ... are you ready ... to come?" he asked, gasping and grunting as he continued to pound his porker deep into her aching gash.
"Yes. Oh, yes. Push it in hard and leave it there. Oh, God, I'm coming. I'm ... coming."
Bob pushed as hard as he could against Joan's box, shoving his manmeat deep into her inferno and flooding the sex cavern with his boiling juice. Their fluids mixed and they sighed as their emotions escaped.
Joan slowly dropped her legs to the sofa, but Bob didn't move. He lay on top of her, the upper part of his body supported by his now-weak elbows, while each of them regained strength.
It had been a good fuck, for both Bob and Joan. Nothing way out, no great technique on either side. Just a good, continuous rubbing of skin on skin, combined with a hot pussy and a hotter prick. They had enjoyed it and were now bathing in the sexual afterglow.
Bob slid off Joan and lay beside her on the narrow couch. Due to the smallness of space, they were pressed close, their warm bodies touching, her tits pushing into his chest, his wet dick against the pubic hair on her mons.
"Joan, I don't think you're going to have any problems at Peterson Agency, or with Del Peterson."
His words were more than a compliment to her; they were also meant to show his appreciation for a damn good piece of ass.
"And your conquests can look forward to a good time in St. Louis, Bob. That, I mean as a compliment to you."
They kissed and then rested.
"Would you like another drink?" Bob asked, rising from the sofa and looking down at Joan's beautiful body.
"Please," she replied. She noticed that his penis, even though at ease, was still something any man could be proud of. She knew it had certainly shown her a memorable time.
They had a couple more drinks and, with Bob sitting on the edge of the couch, they ran their hands over one another's body. Bob enjoyed the touch of her tits, the pink rosebuds that stuck up proud and beautiful, and liked playing with the thick, silky hair at her crotch.
Joan let her fingers travel lightly over his whang, and it wasn't long before it started stiffening once again. She played with his balls sometimes, but thrilled more at the touch of his big cock and the even bigger battering-ram of a head.
When they had reached a sufficient peak, Bob sat on the floor and pulled the lower part of Joan's body off the couch. Placing a slender leg on either side of his head, he tenderly and gently kissed her cunt lips. Joan, her eyes closed, pushed her head back into the couch, moaning and groaning as he kissed and sucked the tasty labia. She was at an awkward angle, with her lower body twisted off the couch while the upper part was straight. But any discomfort she might be feeling was atoned for by the thrills he was sending through every nerve in her body.
Bob was sitting on the floor, his feet pointed toward her head, and Joan dropped a hand off the couch and found his prick. It was hard and she stroked it as best she could, which was difficult in her position.
Bob continued to slowly and deliberately dine on her box. He pushed his tongue into the warm, moist cavern and rubbed the sides. Joan's hips flinched and humped. He pulled his oral finger out and eased off. He slid his tongue over the sensitive lips and Joan grabbed her knockers with one hand, squeezed his prick with the other, and moaned. He was setting her on fire. God, he was burning her up! His tongue was like a hot poker up her pussy, and she could hardly keep from climaxing. But she didn't want to come. He was thrilling her so much, causing everything to be so good, that she didn't want it to end. She squeezed her tit and called on all her feminine abilities to restrain herself. She hoped he would eat her pussy for another hour or so-at least.
Bob was too good, though, and she knew she couldn't last much longer. He ran a finger along her ass crack, then pushed his tongue into her boiling box. Joan humped frantically, moaning and groaning as she did, and almost twisted her breast from her body. She was as hot as a firecracker and knew she would explode any minute.
When Bob shoved his finger into her tight asshole and his oral digit into her cunt, she was beyond the point of no return. She wrapped her legs tightly around his head and, with both hands, pulled him hard against her flaming fuck tunnel. When he felt the warmth flow over his tongue, he lapped at it like a kitten after cream. This excited Joan even more and she humped against his licker and pulled his head even harder into her crotch. Her moans of erotic pain were like music to Bob's ears as he continued to lap her cunt, making Joan reach another orgasm. As her juice leaked out, he tongued her again, causing her to have yet another climax. This time, Joan almost broke her back as she rammed her crotch into his face.
When she finally released her grip on his head and let her body relax, she breathed heavily and was barely able to talk.
"Goddam, Bob, you've drained me! I don't have an ounce of cunt juice left."
"What a lovely way to go dry, though," he said, chuckling.
"You betcha."
How right he was! Boy, her twat felt awfully good. Wet, hot, sticky, and oh, so empty.
Bob didn't speak for several seconds. When he did, though, she knew exactly what he wanted.
"You 're dry, Joan, but I have a problem."
She opened her eyes and turned her head. She saw his stiff cock standing tall and yearning for satisfaction.
"Guess we'll have to take care of that," she grinned, rolling from the sofa onto his body.
Without any further comment, Joan kissed the staff and nibbled at its purple head. Skinning the big hunk of meat, she licked the base of the glans and ran her tongue around the rim. Then, sending chills up his spine, she put his cock in her mouth and went all the way down on it, letting her teeth ride the ridges as she did. Bob cupped her pussy and squeezed. Joan lifted her hips toward him, although she had no thought of coming again, at least, not this soon.
Taking her mouth off his cock, she moved her head to his sac and pulled the balls into her mouth. Doing this, she almost pushed Bob over the edge. He moaned and rammed a finger into her cunt, twisting it around. Joan was building up again and her hips began to move. Bob turned his hand so he could lodge his thumb up her ass at the same time he had another finger in her cunt. He moved both of them in and out of her orifices and she went crazy. She returned to his cock and went all the way down again. Moving her head up and down as fast as she could, she sucked like a champion on each upward movement.
Bob lifted and lowered his hips at a fast pace and fingered her well-juiced snatch and grasping anus even faster. Joan unloaded as he pumped his porker into her mouth, almost shoving it down to her tonsils. He felt the goo on his finger and continued moving both digits in her depths, causing her to have another orgasm.
With her teeth riding the ridges of his prick and her squeezing of his balls Bob could hold back no longer. He rammed his cock deep into her throat and fired his load. When Joan felt the hot liquid paint her oral cavern, she swallowed hard and cupped his testicles tightly. Starting at the base of his prick, she squeezed the staff and slowly raised her head, sucking deeply and draining each drop of jism he had accumulated. She sucked so hard that it seemed she would pull his nuts out of their sac.
Bob moaned as he continued to finger her asshole and pussy. She wasn't set to come anymore, but he couldn't have cared less. She was putting him in a high orbit and he was unaware of anything, except the sensations she was causing within his body.
Del Peterson is in for one helluva time with this woman, Bob realized inwardly. She'll treat him as no other woman ever did before.