Chapter 2
Joan reported to her new job the following day, and Bob Carruthers escorted her to the office where she would be working. Bob and Joan were unable to get together and she never saw him after that day.
The next few months found Joan rapidly progressing up the agency ladder. At no time during this period did she have to use her body for a promotion. She had been put in each ascending position solely because of her work. A year later, she was one step below Peterson's private secretary and was working in the office next to the boss of the agency.
Joan had been told about the private-secretary position-high-paying, fringe benefits and the envy of every girl in the agency. She had also heard through the grapevine that the present secretary was leaving and that the boss was looking for a replacement. Joan wanted the job but didn't want to press too much for it. Nor did she think it wise to deliberately flaunt her body in front of Del Peterson.
She knew he had seen her when he was passing through her office. She also knew that he had never missed the opportunity to take a long gander at her. Joan figured that, maybe, with the right break, she might land the job. She would know something soon because she understood the current secretary would be leaving in a few weeks.
One day, while she was busily working on some reports, her supervisor told her that Mr. Peterson wanted to see her in his office. This is it, she thought to herself. She felt certain it was about the departing secretary's job. Joan was glad she had worn the close-fitting clothes she had on. While the sweater and skirt revealed no bare skin, what was underneath was clearly evident. In fact, when she had come in that morning, she thought her supervisor was going to rape her right on the spot.
When Joan entered the boss's office, Mr. Peterson rose from his chair and came out from behind the desk.
"Hello, Miss Willis. Please, have a seat."
Although Joan had seen Del Peterson almost daily, this was the closest she had been to him and, in actuality, the first time she had heard his voice. It was pleasant, inviting, friendly.
Joan sat in the chair offered, but did so carefully. She didn't want to show too much skin. She wanted to play it cool, at least until she could determine how the interview was going to go.
"Joan, you've probably heard that my private secretary, Mrs. Borgman, is leaving."
"I've heard rumors. Yes, sir."
Peterson chuckled. "With the rumor line we have here in the agency, you probably know more about it than I do."
Joan liked his laugh and she liked the man, as well.
"Well, sir, very little is secret."
"Mrs. Borgman is accompanying her husband on a new job. He's been transferred out-of-state and she'll be leaving in about ten days. I hate to lose her. She's been with me almost five years now, and knows precisely how I operate. But, it can't be helped. So, I'm looking for a new secretary. Would you be interested?"
"Yes, sir. I certainly would."
"I've looked over your file. You've been here a year, your work seems excellent, you've settled in well with the agency, and your supervisors have nothing but good comments regarding your work."
Joan smiled as he looked at her and, for the first time, she noticed that he was looking somewhere other than her face. She felt by then that the interview was turning more to personal contact than to personal ability. She was ready.
Peterson continued for several minutes, telling Joan about the position, what it entailed, and what he expected of her. Although he didn't say it in so many words, the hint was that she might be called on occasionally to entertain clients. His next words caught her by surprise, but didn't really shock her. She had already been alerted by Bob Carruthers of the boss's yen for women.
"I may be taking a chance on losing a good employee, Joan," he said, looking her in the eye, not at her body, "but, before he left, Bob Carruthers told me he had mentioned to you how I feel about certain ... certain employees."
Joan didn't know what to say, but did manage to come back with what she hoped was a good response.
"Yes. Yes, we did talk, about you. He told me exactly what you expect."
"And you still want the job?" Peterson asked, hopefulness in his voice.
"Yes. I still want the job."
Del Peterson sat at his desk for several seconds eyeing Joan-her voluptuous figure, her deep brown eyes. Then, rising from the chair, he walked to the office door and locked it. Joan knew what was to follow.
Turning toward the girl in the chair, he removed his suit coat and vest and laid them across a chair. When he returned to where Joan was sitting, he held out his hands. She placed hers in his and he pulled her up to him.
They kissed long and heatedly. Joan felt his hard core press against her body and pushed against him, slightly moving her hips and rubbing his prick with her crotch. Del massaged her breasts as they kissed and Joan moaned, pressing her body harder against him. He put one hand on her ass and rubbed the sensuous cheeks. Joan felt his prick getting harder and, when she put her hand on it, she found it to be even bigger than Bob Carruthers'.
Breaking the kiss, Del undressed Joan and she returned the gesture. When they were both nude, he looked her over and was more than satisfied with what he saw. She, likewise, was pleased, and from the size of his cock, which was standing straight out from his body, looked forward to some good bed rolls with her new boss.
They embraced again and now Joan could feel his stiff dick even more, and thrilled at the touch of that long, large hunk of meat pressing on her mons. Del massaged her tits and leaned over and sucked on the pink buds. This caused Joan to moan passionately and run her hand over his back, down to his stiff cock, which she gently stroked with her long, delicate fingers. The head was like the tip of a battering ram and smoother than the skin. She could hardly wait to feel it slide into her burning pussy.
Del picked her up and carried her to a couch that was pushed against a far wall. Gently laying her down, he bent over and sucked on her tasty knockers. One of his hands traveled through the soft hair at her triangle and the other massaged her tits. Joan couldn't stay away from his prick and stroked it more. She moved to his nut-sac and played with the balls like they were marbles. When Del put his hand on her moist cunt and pressed, she spread her legs as far as she could on the narrow couch. He put a finger on her cunt lips and slowly pushed into the wet box. She groaned and lifted her hips. She squeezed his testicles gently and stroked his stiff pecker faster.
They were both ready, and Del moved to where he was between her slender legs. He could see the pink lips peeking out between the dark hairs, and his cock practically unloaded right then. Placing the head of his straining prick on the juicy labia, he slowly pushed until it was just inside her vagina. Joan lifted her hips and he inched forward, feeling the warmth of the enclosure and the moisture surround his throbbing hunk of meat. When he was all the way in, he slowly pumped and Joan lifted and lowered her body, keeping time with his thrusts.
She crooked her legs so that her feet were on the calves of his legs, which caused her own gams to spread farther apart, allowing Del room to really penetrate deep into her love cavern. They kissed hotly as they fucked, and the tempo built as they lifted themselves to a crescendo of emotion.
Del pushed himself up on his hands and started really pumping into her. He rammed his cock as hard and as deep as he could, making her groan with passion and pain each time he did. She breathed more heavily now and humped wildly, reveling in the feel of his big prick rubbing against her walls, pounding at the deepest recesses of her snatch, causing her to reach the heights, where climax was but seconds away.
Joan lifted the upper part of her body, raising her large boobs to Del. Seeing the inviting pink tips, he leaned over and chewed and sucked on them, never missing a stroke as he , continued to pound her hot pussy with his steel-hard rod. Joan was lifted to an even higher peak and flung her legs around his waist, pushing her box against his boner, almost yelling out loud as she felt her first climax unload on his meat.
Del could withhold his emotions no longer. He pushed his dick as deep into Joan as he could and painted every inch of her quim with his sticky juice. They kissed passionately as their fluids intermingled and caused her twat to fill up rapidly. She soon felt some of the fluid ooze out between his cock and her cunt lips and trickle down her ass crack.
"Joan," Del said later, as they lay pressed closely together on the small couch, "you're going to do all right, quite all right. I look forward to more meetings like this."
"You're the boss, Mr. Peterson. So, naturally, I have to do as the boss says. Right?"
"Right," he replied, laughing. He liked this girl. "And don't you forget it."
They caressed and kissed again. Joan could feel his prick beginning to stiffen again and pressed her body against him. Seeing that she was ready for another round, he moved from the couch and turned her over on her stomach. Lifting her hips gently, he placed himself between her shapely legs and aimed his dong toward the wet, inviting hole.
Joan hadn't screwed dog-fashion in a long; time and anxiously awaited the feel of his dick heading for home. She loved this position. It allowed the man to push his cock even deeper than in any other position, and just the thought of it sent chills throughout her body. She didn't have to wait long to receive Del's stiff offering.
When he pushed his penis into her quish, she lifted herself to a position on her hands and knees and pushed her body toward him. He put a hand on her hips and shoved his cock in as far as it would go. Joan gurgled with pleasure and pushed even harder against him. It felt like his prick was tickling her tonsils, but damn, it felt sooo good. She almost unleashed her wad then and there.
Once he was all the way in, Del pumped slowly, bringing his prong almost all the way out, then pushing it all the way home, slowly, easily. Reaching around her, he took a tit in each hand and massaged the delectable globes as he pounded away at her super-moist pussy. Each time he hit home with his big fuck-pole, Joan saw stars, and kept pushing against him, wanting to feel his meat even deeper inside her. She was a glutton for punishment, but oh, what delightful punishment!
Moving from her tits, Del massaged her buttocks, then moved to the small anal hole. Collecting some moisture from her pussy, he gently rubbed the opening. His touch set her on fire and she humped against him even harder. Del slowly, gently eased his finger into her anus. Joan inhaled deeply, his action taking her breath away, as he fingered her and pumped his prick deeper and deeper into her flaming pussy. She humped wildly against him.
"Oh, that's good, Del. Screw me harder. Push it in deep!"
Del aimed to please and pounded her box like a sledgehammer hitting a stump. Pulling his prod all the way out, he rammed it home as hard and as fast as he could.
"God, you're tearing me up, Del. That hurts like hell."
He eased off for just a second.
"No, don't," she pleaded, pushing her crotch into his body. "Screw me! Make it hurt! Don't stop!"
Del pushed his finger deep into her shit chute and pounded her pussy, ramming it so hard that his balls and back were beginning to ache. But he was caught up in the heat of the moment and noticed no pain. His cock was feeling pleasure and giving pleasure, so he gave no thought to easing off.
"Are you ready?" he gasped, putting his hands on her hips and shoving his big rod against the far end of her cunt.
"Yes. Yes. Fill my cunt. Let me feel it. Come with me."
If their ecstasy could have been converted into sound, it would have been heard halfway across town. Del rammed his pole home and unloaded, and Joan felt his hot fluid spray against her walls, painting them white, as she unloaded and joined him.
"Uh. Ah. Ooooh. Ah." Grunts of pleasure and relief came from Del's parched throat. He began to feel the ache in his back, but was spurting out his love juice in such an eruption that there was nothing he could do about it.
"Ah. Uh-huh." Joan closed her eyes and had another orgasm. His cock, still hard and big inside her, caused all kinds of sensations as she started to unload again. She had lowered the front part of her body to the couch and cupped a tasty tit in each hand. She squeezed the lovely mounds tightly, thrilling sensually as her floodgate opened.
When they finished, she fell forward, breathing heavily, gasping for air, still cupping her ample boobs. Her entire insides ached from Del's pounding, but it was such a joyous ache that all she could do was smile and bathe in the warm glow of her body.
Del, breathing just as heavily, remained kneeling between her legs. He looked at his drooping dick-wet, purple, the veins straining. He looked at Joan's ass quiver and then at the damp, matted hair between her legs. The cunt lips, coated with his white semen, were deliciously pink and he was tempted to bury his face in them and lick away the moisture of his own essence. But, he would hold that for another day.
After regaining some of his strength, Del finally spoke.
"Joan, I don't think we're going to have any trouble getting along. Do you?"
"Not at all, Mr. Peterson. Not at all."