Chapter 2
Tom Lincoln frowned to himself as he guided his Ford Mustang toward his office in downtown Los Angeles. The sexual bout with his wife that morning had frustrated him more than satisfied him, as it always seemed to lately, and he tried to figure out why. Of course, he knew why it was: She had just gotten colder somehow as they'd been married longer. He remembered that, when they'd first married, she'd been almost .as hot as he to jump into bed and get with it. But now, it seemed to him as though she was only reluctantly putting up with his advances, giving in to him out of some sense of duty.
Tom was a good-looking man, he knew that himself. His twenty-eight years had only given him the maturity which his younger days had lacked: His body was in the same fine shape it had been in at nineteen. He was tall, athletic, and, even if he did say so himself, a pretty good lover in bed. That's what irked him so much about not being able to have a satisfying sex life with his wife anymore. Of course, Jean's husband didn't consider that he might in some way be responsible for her lack of feeling in the bedroom, or that her coolness might be a partial reaction to his habit of taking her for granted.
No, the fact remained implanted in his mind that she was growing colder, and this fact not only frustrated him, it was beginning to make him angry and resentful as well. Why couldn't
Jean be as obviously hot and sexy as his secretary, for instance? She had been at one time, but somewhere along the line she'd lost it.
Christ, sometimes he wondered why he spent his days with his secretary, Ingrid, and then came home to Jean, and not the other way around!
Tom pulled his car into the company parking lot, locked the car, and opened the back door with his shiny new key. It was only recently that he'd received that key, he thought to himself proudly as he walked inside and locked the door after him. He'd only been promoted to his present executive position in the multi-million dollar Beauty-Aid Cosmetics Corporation a few short months before, and though he was now only a very junior executive; still, he had hopes that this was just the beginning. That was something else that bothered him; just when his career seemed to be getting off the ground, his married life seemed to be falling apart. He couldn't understand it.
Tom took the elevator up to his floor, and walked out along the hallway to his office. It was strange, on a Saturday, a silence pervading the building like a great secret. Tom somehow felt very industrious coming to work when everyone else was taking the day off... and he was sure it would seem the same way to his superiors in the corporation.
As he came up to his office door, Tom thought he heard a noise which sounded like it came from his office . .. perhaps a chair being moved, someone walking around? No, it must have been outside on the street, he decided. He pushed open his office door, and his sweeping glance took in the familiar bank of filing cabinets, the shelves piled with account orders, the Danish style sofa and matching armchair. And then his eyes suddenly widened in surprise as he saw the lovely blonde who was sitting in that armchair, her long slender legs crossed provocatively, her lush body curvaceous and inviting in a tight mesh blouse which exposed the flimsy lace of her half-cup brassiere, and a very short skirt which barely succeeded in hiding the tantalizing sight of her smoothly white upper thighs.
"Ingrid! What are you doing here?" Tom gasped, hardly able to believe that his secretary had turned up for overtime.
"Hello, Mr. Lincoln," the voluptuous secretary answered in a low husky voice, and Tom could hardly believe that she was the same girl who was usually so conservatively dressed in office clothes. Tom assumed that her vacation had done her a lot of good.
"I thought you were still on vacation," he said, putting his briefcase on the desk. It was only then that he noticed that Ingrid was sipping a double Scotch.
"I knew you wouldn't mind if I had some of this," she smiled, gesturing to her drink, "because in a way, I'm sort of a visitor here today!"
Tom had to smile to himself. He had experienced a moment's irritation when he saw that she was drinking the company Scotch kept for visitors to the office; but hell, it was Saturday, and his secretary had obviously just come back from vacation.
"How about fixing me one of those, too?" he suggested, loosening his tie. Although he knew that there would be nobody else working on Saturday, habit had caused him to wear his business suit with a white shirt and tie, and now he was sorry that he hadn't worn something more comfortable, like Ingrid had. His eyes fastened on the sensually swinging hips of his young secretary as she walked over to the liquor cabinet, and he couldn't suppress a strange quiver which eddied through him as he caught sight of the tanned flesh of her soft inner thigh, as she bent over to pick up the half-empty bottle of Scotch. He had never really noticed before how shapely she really was, but in the outfit she was wearing today, he could hardly miss it.
She passed him his drink and he felt an electric spark of excitement as her long sinewy fingers touched his around the cool glass.
"So . . . how was Tahoe?" he asked conversationally, reluctantly taking his eyes off the exotically curved sweep of her voluptuous body and sipping his drink.
"Oh, it was all right, I suppose, but the weather wasn't too good, and there's not too much to do if you don't like hiking or gambling, so I caught a plane back early yesterday and here I am!"
"How did you know I'd be working overtime. today?" he queried, swallowing almost half his drink in one gulp. It tasted unexpectedly good, sharp and tangy, and filtering down to his stomach it seemed to seep into his tense limbs, easing his tension and warming him to the marrow of his bones.
"I didn't," his secretary replied, "but I knew there'd be a lot to do with the Genco account, so I thought I'd come in and get straightened up a bit before Monday."
Tom had to admit to himself that he was glad that she was back. He had really missed her the two weeks she was away, not only because she was very good at her job, but her presence in the office seemed to cheer him up. As far as he was concerned, one of the best things about his promotion last month was the fact that he now had a secretary to himself, especially when she was a girl like Ingrid. She brought a youthful and vibrant enthusiasm to the job, and even if she seemed a little slapdash at times, she wasn't really ... it was just her manner. Of course, there were times when she lost something fairly important in the files, or when she forgot to type a certain letter, but Tom felt that a little less than super-efficiency was preferable to someone starchy and punctilious ... like his wife! Tom flinched inwardly at the thought of Jean. He couldn't deny to himself that her preoccupation with the house and having everything spick and span irritated him, especially when it made her seem cold and unfeeling, more concerned with whether there was any dust on the furniture than with what he himself was feeling or thinking. Of course, he couldn't expect a wife of eight years to be as interested in him as a new bride, but he sometimes felt that Jean took him completely for granted.
He took another deep swallow of his drink as an image of his wife rose up before his eyes, her lithe golden form, the beautifully sculpted curves of the body that had aroused and excited him so much earlier in his marriage, but he felt nothing. He knew he was bored with Jean, but up till recently, he hadn't noticed. What was actually lethargy and boredom had been coated with the brush of equilibrium and stability which he assumed went with a mature outlook on life which was finally his by virtue of his eight years of marriage, and he was quite willing to concentrate his energies on his career, leaving his home life to assume a never-changing routine. There was no doubt that his profession was an interesting one, especially now that he was made an executive, albeit a very junior one, in the corporation, and it was certainly bringing very satisfactory rewards. And he had thought that all this was enough ... until Ingrid had come on the scene. He hadn't realized until recently just how intrigued he was by his gorgeous young secretary, just how much her nearness aroused him, just how much the sight of her sexy curved body excited him. And the fact that she was originally Swedish hadn't helped. He took another deep swallow of his strong drink. This new discovery within himself had worried him. He was used to keeping a check on his feelings, fitting all emotions into neat little compartments, but this new feeling was dangerous: exciting, alarming, but definitely dangerous.
"Did you miss me?" Ingrid said, breaking in on his thoughts as she moved towards him and refilled his glass. As she reached over, the firm flesh of her young thigh brushed against his elbow and he pulled back as if stung from the strangely exhilerating contact. Steady on, he cautioned himself, maybe this Scotch is too much for you . ..
"Well, of course, I missed you," he began, acutely aware of the fact that she was still hovering beside him, and he felt in a curiously vulnerable position, sitting as he was in his swivel chair. "The temporary girl we brought in just didn't work out." It was true. He had really felt as if he had lost his right arm when Ingrid had gone on vacation, and had felt helpless until she could return and keep things running smoothly for him, "No, I mean ..." the Swedish secretary went on, dropping her hand casually to his shoulder and caressing it in a light stroking movement, "did you miss having me around?"
Tom looked up at her suddenly and the blood rushed to his face as he realized that the ripely swollen mounds of her large breasts were only inches away from his disbelieving eyes. His head was whirling and he felt in a surge of panic that he had lost his grip on reality. He was sure that the liquor was having a very potent effect on him, giving him the peculiar feeling that his body was starting to float out of his conscious control. His brain was drumming achingly against his temples in an effort to determine what was going on in his smiling secretary's mind.
What did Ingrid mean by her remark? He looked up once more into her face, trying to read what her thoughts were, but he couldn't. He was dazzled by her oddly suggestive smile, by the light playing around in the depths of her beautiful green eyes.
"Well, I..." he began, but he couldn't trust himself to speak. He tried to turn his eyes from the lushly curvaceous body beside him, from her close and incredibly sensual flesh provocatively accentuated by her daring clothes. She seemed rilled with a wild animal grace, and his mind flashed with a sudden but crazy impulse to reach out and grab her, to bury his mouth in those softly fleshed breasts, to lay his eager hands on the vibrantly sexual mass of her gorgeous body.
Tom struggled with himself, desperately trying to ignore the stabbing sensation of lust her fantastically exciting body evoked in him. With dogged determination, he tried to force his attention to the papers on his desk, to inject some employer-like authority into his voice.
"I think. . . we'd better get to work, Ingrid ..." he mumbled, the words choking in his throat. He didn't want to get to work! He wanted to . .. but there was no use thinking about that. He was a married man, with no time for anything like that. He just had to pull himself together, snap out of this weird ...
He couldn't suppress a gasp of astonishment and he jerked back automatically when he felt the hot burning touch of her hand on his thigh. She had actually reached out and was stroking his thigh, rubbing her hand along the tensed muscle of his upper leg!
"Let's forget about work for a couple of moments," the voluptuous young girl crooned, her hand trailing enticingly along his quivering leg. The frustrated husband swallowed hard and felt the first irresistible stirring of his dormant cock, beginning to swell against his pants only inches away from where her warm hand lay gently on his hard-tensed thigh. Desperately, his mind tried to will his growing erection back into dormancy, tried to quench the obvious fire of his rising lust, but it was too late. He could feel the hardening length growing unmistakably against the thin confining fabric of his summer pants. He was fearful that she would see it, and notice that she was exciting him beyond belief.
"Ingrid..." he whispered in a cracked, hoarse voice, raising his eyes to hers, half-afraid of facing her.
She was staring eagerly at the obscenely growing bulge in his pants! He couldn't believe it. She wasn't turning away modestly from the lewd evidence of his arousal - she was seemingly fascinated by it! Her eyes seemed to widen and her lips shone wetly with what could only be the hungrily intense concentration of lust.
Tom blinked and stared at her again. He wasn't imagining it - it was actually happening. He couldn't deny the evidence of his senses; she was obviously aware of the growing tide of his arousal and she didn 't care!
His confusion-wracked mind couldn't think of any response to the situation. He was in a mental quandary, completely unable to settle on any course of action. But one thing was certain, he had to get out of this room, get up and walk away before it was too late. There was no telling what might happen. It was an explosive situation,- but thank God, he still had his wits about him and could handle things. He shuddered to think what might happen if he had taken even one more drink ... I might have lost control completely - if only she wasn't so damned attractive...
"I think I'll get the file for this Genco program," he began, half rising from his chair. Better to bring things back to a working, everyday level, to steer away from the dangerously thin ice of the sexual excitement between them...
"No, wait a minute, Tom," Ingrid murmured, and then the incredible happened! The dumbfounded junior executive gasped in disbelief as he felt the delicate touch of his secretary's hand brushing warmly against the throbbing bulge of his fully erect cock!
"Ingrid ... I... I ... " he wanted to say something, to master his intense arousal, to break the spell she was casting over him with her weirdly magical fondling of his throbbing genitals. But no coherent words would come. He just couldn't believe it. He was seated in his familiar chair in his own office, and his secretary was openly putting her hand on his cock!
"I'm afraid I didn't really come down here to help you with the Genco account," Ingrid said teasingly.
Tom's eyes were riveted on her in hypnotized incredulity and she smiled back at him, a slow and almost lascivious smile that filled him with a bizarre excitement. His head reeling in disbelief, he watched as her free hand reached down and opened the zipper of his pants, allowing the throbbing shaft of his rigid cock to leap up in joyous freedom. For a long, silent moment, he stared down at the huge blood-filled length of it, the rubbery head lust-hardened and burgeoning, and suddenly he couldn't stand it for a minute longer.
He jumped up quickly, his lips pulled back over his teeth in a grimace of lust, and grabbed his secretary in a tight embrace, smashing his wet lips down on hers in a hungrily demanding kiss. He was beyond control now, the volcano of his fermenting desire uncapped by her final tantalizing gesture. He didn't care about the consequences; all he cared about was satiating his overwhelming lust for her full sensual lips.
His hands dug frantically at the softly yielding flesh of her firm young breasts as he kissed her, his thick tongue flicking eagerly at her teeth, forcing them apart, and then uniting with her tongue in a frenzied dance of building sexual excitement. Hastily, with the unleashed abandon of a madman, Tom's strong hands slid down over the trembling curves of her nubile body, goaded on beyond control by the strongly pulsing passion of his lust-inflated cock.
"Oh Tom, honey ..." Ingrid crooned, her breath warm and scented against his cheek, her arms clasping him to her in obvious desire.
But her hoarsely whispered words touched off a guilty nerve that was nagging at him from the depths of his mind, and, with an abruptly abrasive movement, he pulled away from her.
"Ingrid ... I don't know what came over me .. . caught myself in time ..." the words were jerked out of him by tremendous effort and he lowered his eyes, unable to look his young secretary straight in the face. She had encouraged him, it was true, but did she really know what she was letting herself in for? Anything could happen in an explosive situation like this one! Thank God he'd come to his senses before it was too late .. . God only knows what the outcome would have been, the two of them alone like that in an empty building ...
"Tom! Tom honey, look at me ..." he heard her urgent whisper, and shamefacedly turned to look at her.
She was stark naked! In two seconds she had taken off her skimpy dress and, with nothing on beneath it, was now standing before him, her sensual young body completely naked! Dazedly, he took in the cock-rousing sight of her satin-fleshed breasts, the voluptuous curve of her shapely hips, the glistening blonde triangle of her pubic "vee" at the juncture of her slender legs. He had never seen anyone more beautiful, more frankly sensual. She reminded him of a Swedish goddess, a Nordic incarnation of complete and fulfilling sex. For a long, long moment, he could only stand there, staring in silent appreciation at the enticingly sculpted body of his enticing secretary. The pounding in his churning penis was like an undeniable gnawing, and there was a tumultuous seething deep in the darkness of his lust-writhing balls.
The palms of his hands were suddenly sweaty and he found that his throat was arid and chalky. His eyes were burning in his head from the prolonged effort of staring, yet he couldn't take his gaze away from her, for fear she'd disappear and prove to be just an apparition of his lascivious thoughts.
Completely aware of the mesmerizing effect of her lewd pose, the young secretary raised her hands and began a slow teasing caressing of her succulent breasts, cupping them lovingly, proud of their ripe full beauty, running the hard berry-like nipples between her long tapering fingers, running the tip of her pink tongue invitingly over her lush red lips as she continued the lascivious stroking of her own breasts. Slowly and deliberately, she dropped her hands, running them down along the softly sensual curve of her sides, falling still lower until her fingertips grazed against the crinkly tendrils of pale blonde pubic hair.
Tom Lincoln felt a shiver course along his back as he watched her wanton movements and then his breath rattled hoarsely in his throat as he saw that the tips of her sinewy fingers were playing obscenely along her hair-fringed cuntal lips, pulling them slightly apart, revealing the glisteningly pink flesh of her soft vagina gleaming moistly beneath the golden wisps. Ingrid's head was thrown back, her long blonde hair cascading down over her creamy shoulders, and her green eyes were hazy and smoky with pleasure. Tom could see her erotically slender form quiver from the excitement she was generating in her feverish loins, and then he knew that he couldn't take it a minute longer. It was more than a mortal man could stand, and his own body was aflame with the overriding passions which were engulfing him. Suddenly, in the brief moment, he knew that he didn't care about Jean, about his marriage, about his job ... about anything but the incredibly sexy girl standing naked before him, writhing under the stroking she was giving her own moistening vagina. He had to have her! Only now, he realized that he had wanted her from the first moment he had hired her, but had dutifully submerged those rebellious feelings, willing himself to look on her as just a secretary, another appendage in his efficiently run office. But now it was too late. His real feelings were revealed, and the lustful quality of them almost overpowered him.
Without another word, he grasped his teasing secretary by the wrist and half-pulled her over to the long studio couch against the wall. Without preamble, he shoved her down onto the soft cushions, his eyes roaming feverishly over her milk-white flesh, as his hands tore frantically at his clothes, pulling off his shirt, ripping down his pants until he stood naked over her, the huge lust-hardened length of his threatening cock waving like a throbbing red mast before him.
Her hot eyes were frozen on the massively inflated shaft and her slender fingers reached out tentatively and brushed against the burning flesh, making Tom wince from the electrical contact.
"Oooohhh lover, your cock looks so big and hard ..." she murmured softly, her cool fingers tightening around the ever-thickening rod of flesh,, sending unbearable waves of white-hot pleasure rippling through him. The lewd words of praise coming from her young moist lips were the last straw for Tom, and, with an inhuman moan of overwhelming passion, he dropped down to the sofa, unable to keep his hands off the lovely exciting body stretched so invitingly beneath him. Eagerly, his hands closed in on the softly throbbing flesh of her palpitating breasts, squeezing -and kneading them convulsively, wringing moans of ecstatic pain-pleasure from her as he tweaked the turgid little knobs of her nipples between his fingers, hardening them excruciatingly.
He could feel the warmth of her passionately heated body seeping through to his and the pulsing vibrancy of her desire was transmitted to and increased the blazing path of his own lust.
"Christ, Ingrid . .. you're .. . unbelievable!" the young husband gasped, unable to find words to express his appreciation of her softly eager body. The lust-bloated shaft of his fully erect cock lay trapped between their two bodies and he could feel the exquisite softness of her ivory thigh as his hard masculine flesh ground into it. His hands were like uncontrollable little animals as they roamed all over her naked body, cupping the softly rounded mounds of her tight little ass, sweeping the graceful flare of her hips, exploring every inch of her smooth delectable body. He could feel her quivering thighs part willingly beneath him and felt the first moist wet contact between her widespread vagina and his harshly throbbing cock.
"Oh Ingrid baby . . . I've gotta fuck you now ... I can't wait any longer ..." he moaned in a half-whisper, not caring how his secretary would react to his obscene words. He was beyond caring about conventions now; the demon of his libido was unleashed, changing him into an uncontrollable and unpredictable lust-propelled robot.
"Yes ... fuck me now, Tom honey ..." Ingrid whispered, "I can't wait to get that lovely big cock of yours inside me ... "
Jesus! She wanted him, just as much as he wanted her! Till now, a nagging question of disbelief had stabbed at him and inhibited him. He couldn't quite believe that she wanted him to fuck her, not even when she had stood naked before him. But now he heard her, heard her with his own ears, and he knew without doubt that she wanted him too, just the way he wanted to fuck her! He had never felt so excited in his life. He and this sex goddess were naked here and now in the middle of his office and they were dying to fuck each other. She wanted it as much as he did, and nothing else mattered a damn!
Her silky white thighs were spread widely apart, the naked wet plane of her pulsing cunt presented up to him to use as he wished. Then he felt once more the cool tantalizing touch of her hand on his blood-engorged organ, guiding it in toward the hotly pulsating opening of her waiting pussy. A spasmodic shock ran through him as the rubbery smooth head grazed against the softly curling wisps of her pubic hair, probing gently as it parted the tightly throbbing outer lips and dipped slowly and excruciatingly into the moist hot passage of her welcoming cunt.
"AAAAGGGHHH ...!!" she moaned as Tom suddenly slammed forward, flexing his powerful loins as he buried his enormous lust-distended penis halfway up into her painfully stretching vaginal sheath.
"Ooohh Tom, wait. .. it's too big .. . go slow... you're hurting me!" Ingrid gasped, spiralling her body upwards as the giant cudgel impaled her completely. But her employer was spurred by an overpowering lust which drove him to thrust his massively blood-engorged organ, lunging forward until he had finally sunk it to the hilt in her steaming pussy.
"Ooooohh God, oooo God ..." she groaned again and again, her entire insides desperately trying to stretch and shift to receive his massive shaft deep in the secret depths of her womb. She was mewling and sobbing incoherently now as Tom slowly retracted his pulsating member, pulling it out gradually, stretching the tender inner membrane until just the heavy bulbous head was left imbedded in her tight vagina. Then he plunged forward again, oblivious to her cries of anguish, and he began to fuck deeply into her, forcing her trembling cuntal passage to adjust to the huge size of his rigidly skewering cock.
For a moment, the attractive secretary was conscious only of deep, overriding pain and she wished desperately that she hadn't encouraged her boss to make love to her. His penis was so big. She'd had no idea it would be so enormous ... he'd split her in two! But at last she felt the tight inner walls beginning to stretch, to expand to take in his heavy girth, and the moist warm sheath began to close firmly and rhythmically around his nakedly thrusting cock. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling his chest down against the turgid nipples of her heaving breasts, and, deep within her, waves of intense hot pleasure began to generate and to flow insistently through her whole body. She writhed and churned beneath her boss' deep hard thrusts, and she moaned incessantly, her face contorted in ecstasy. Her full sensual lips moved ceaselessly with incoherent mumbled words and her nostrils flared in wild animal desire.
"Yes ... Tom, yes ... fuck me like that. Your cock feels soooo good inside me ..." She continued to gasp as he slid his strong hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them in his palms, levering them up off the cushions of the sofa to clamp her eager loins tight around his plunging cock.
He pistoned down into her upwardly spiraling pelvis, driving with all the strength of his overwhelming passion. He could feel the smooth wet flesh of her clasping cunt squeezing and pumping like a vibrant heartbeat all around his hotly throbbing shaft. He screwed into her from the tips of his toes and plummeted the full blood-laden length of his thickly pounding cock into the heated depths of her dilated cunt, bringing weird cries of pure pleasure from her throat. Her arms slid down over his muscular buttocks as they pumped, clenching and unclenching, into her openly receptive loins.
Wet smacking noises reverberated lewdly through the office and the furious hammering increased in tempo, mercilessly driving them toward their adulterous fulfillment. Tom's hands slid around the firmly undulating moons of Ingrid's buttocks, convulsively kneading the flaccid flesh. His own body was bathed in perspiration and his breaths were deep and harsh. He had never been so aroused in his whole life, not even in his most passionate moments with Jean. Nothing had prepared him for the pure animalistic quality of this fucking, and he had never experienced anything like it. His young blonde secretary was like a completely different person, writhing and flailing under his wild fucking, as completely aroused as he was. His mind was blank now, devoid of all thoughts, completely isolated from his body which was a churning mass of raw lust. He had forgotten about his wife, about their boring marriage, about everything, as tremors of almost overwhelming pleasure were building up in his bucking and careening body. He knew that he would have to cum soon, or explode. He wanted to keep it going, to prolong this fantastic fucking for as long as he could, but he knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. He had almost reached it - the tremendous release he knew was soon to explode in his boiling testicles and fire through his aching cock deep, deep inside his secretary's belly. He wanted to burst inside her, to feel his heated male sperm jet into her eagerly waiting womb, to shoot his scalding load far up into her hungrily clasping vaginal orifice.
Ingrid's lithe body, slippery from sweat, undulated up and down against him, writhing uncontrollably from side to side on the soft sofa in ecstasy as she churned her hips in a wild dance of desire spreading her cream-white thighs obscenely and jackknifing them suddenly until her knees almost reached her shoulders.
"Oh Tom, fuck me harder ... harder ..." she groaned between tightly clenched teeth, as her buttocks shook and quivered, and her clasping cunt sucked hungrily up and down his deep plunging cock, riding lustfully on the. pistoning rail of his rock-hard member, twisting and gyrating insanely.
"Oooohhh ... OH GOD, TOM...!!!" she screamed out suddenly, as her body stiffened beneath him, every muscle and nerve ending taut as a bowstring, her face contorted in unspeakable grimaces of pleasure and lust. For a long moment she remained frozen in her position of stiff numbness, and then ...
"AAAAHHH ... I'mm there .. . OHMYGOD, I'm...CUMMINNGG...!!!" And her body seemed to collapse into a million different fragments, seemed to disintegrate under Tom's very eyes, every inch of her wildly twitching form quivering and trembling as over-powering surges of intense pleasure washed through her like tidal waves, bathing her body in the warmth of total arousal. She was in another world, and the familiar office was spinning around her as her body lit up again and again from the lightning which was forking through her. She had never experienced an orgasm like it . . . never in her life ... and she felt profoundly grateful to her boss who had given her such pleasure. Her body continued to arch tightly under him, her wetly sucking vagina grabbing desperately at the tortured shaft of his near-bursting cock, milking it with a fury. She cleaved to him, shaking and jerking around him in a quivering pulsating rhythm, spewing her orgasmic juices in a shower of mist over the thickly plunging rod of his rigid penis. Her violent cumming spurred his own deep relentless aching, and his sperm-bloated balls seemed to grow and expand as they slapped against the convulsed cheeks of her madly pumping body.
"Uuuggghhh ...!!!" he grunted, his vicious strokes beating harder and harder into her, slapping against her pelvis with the flat impact of a wooden plank, bruising the soft swollen lips of her cunt, his steel-sprung cock thrusting up hard against the entrance to her wildly contracting womb.
He knew he was going to climax, and he ground endlessly into her wildly spread pussy, burying the huge blood-inflated length of his cock in her wetly writhing vagina, the steaming pressure in his balls driving him to unbearable limits. He had to cum now! NOW!!!
"AARRGGHH! AARRGGHH!!" he shouted as his mind exploded in a blinding fireball. The huge piston of his wildly jerking shaft drove far up into Ingrid's hungrily pulsating little belly, shooting the scalding jets of his pent-up sperm into her eagerly welcoming womb, gushing deep, deep within her, pouring out in an unchecked torrent along the hotly clasping walls of her steaming vagina and foaming out again to mix with her own cum and flood through the tangle of their lewdly entwined pubic hair. His head was spinning and his voice was echoing with incoherent obscenities as flood after flood of pleasure poured through his thrashing body, splashing in powerful waves that ran storming through his whole being, stirring new unknown reservoirs of pleasure. It was so good! There had never been anything like it in his life. His secretary continued to move back and forth on his still surging cock, milking every drop of precious sticky sperm from the slowly deflating rod, coaxing more and more of the hot white liquid into her wetly clasping vaginal depths. At last, they lay panting together, their naked limbs slowly disentangling.
Tom's eyes slowly opened and he watched, stunned but happy, as Ingrid's hand reached gently for his now limp penis. Patiently, with suppressed eagerness, she began to stroke it with her delicate fingers, sending new creeping shivers coursing along his spine.
"Wha .. . ?" he began, completely amazed to feel life stirring again in his exhausted cock-shaft. After the incredible fucking he had just experienced with his secretary, he wondered if he could ever walk again, let alone make love. But Ingrid seemed to have other ideas.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, lover?" she crooned, her voice a silky sensual drawl.
"Christ, it was fantastic ..." he admitted, his breath still short from the fulfilling pleasure she had just given him. "But why? I never suspected ..."
"Oh, I've had my eye on you for quite a while, Mr. Lincoln. And, what I want, I usually get. Now, wasn't I better than that strait-laced little wife of yours?" she whispered, and Tom experienced a momentary pang of guilt. Jean! What would she say if she knew?
"It was much better with me, wasn't it?" Ingrid urged, her fingers tightening excruciatingly on his semi-erect penis, making him convulse with pleasurable spasms.
All thoughts of his wife were blanked from the junior executive's dazed brain as he lay back, murmuring in helplessly wholehearted agreement. Yes... it was much better. .'.Oh God. .. it was much, much better. . .