Scott Sellers
The willing secretary

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, fucking Christ! I'm gonna come!"

Eric Stafford grabbed the armrests of his desk chair and screamed. He spread his legs farther apart to allow Becky Morris more room to suck on his hot cock.

"Eat it! Faster! Squeeze my balls!"

She reached in to caress his taut ball-sac, digging her red fingernails into the rough hairy skin surrounding his balls. Her mouth worked furiously around his throbbing cock. Great strands of spit leaked from around her slurping lips, spilling across her chin and onto Eric's balls. She kneaded the warm sac with her practiced hand.

Becky slurped and, sucked as he moved his asscheeks faster and faster, slapping them up and down against his leather chair as he tried to mouth fuck her as deeply as possible.

"This is it, baby! I'm gonna shoot my wad into your guts! Keep on sucking. Yeah!"

Becky scraped her fingernails along the sensitive strip of hairy skin between his balls and his asshole. All the while, she maintained a tremendous suction on Eric's hot cock-shaft, feeling his hot plum of a cockhead pound deep into her throat.

She could feel the pressure building in the little tube behind Eric's balls. Sensing the tiny spasms that signaled Eric's impending blast-off, Becky tried all the harder to make him come. She compressed her lips along the whole length of his prick, moving from the bumpy skin near his pulsating balls, along the smoother skin that covered his bulging veins, to the velvety crimson skin of his now-bursting cockhead.

Faster and faster she sucked, pistoning her face in his crotch. His hairy thighs were covered with saliva and pre-cum. His crotch was hot and wet, and she kept splashing against it.

"Get it, baby!" he shouted. "Work it! Work it!"

Becky clasped his hot slippery balls in her hands.

She could feel the beginnings of a super orgasm surging through Eric's cock. Grinding her knees into the soft carpet, she braced herself for Eric's load.

He grabbed her head and pulled it down violently. At the same time, he thrust his prick as far back into her greedy throat as he could force it. His wet matted pubic hairs curled around Becky's nose. She savored the heady aroma of his crotch, anticipating the rush of his hot cum.

"Yeah, here it is, bitch! It's all yours! Aaaarrrggghhh!"

Sizzling spurts of white jism boiled into her throat. She tried to swallow the spewing cum, but there was just too much! It came gushing down her throat, and gob's of it leaked out her mouth and nose.

Eric continued pumping. Silky strands of jism and spit dangled from his thighs and Becky's chin. She kept her lips tight around his cock, until it grew limp and Eric's fucking strokes became shallower and shallower.

He leaned back in his chair, gently caressing Becky's hair.

"All right, baby. You really know how to bring a guy off."

She tried to show her appreciation by licking his shrinking cock clean. Becky looked up and smiled, her cheeks glistening with cock-juices.

Eric sighed and smiled back. "You've got the job," he said.

"Great!" she said, clapping her hands together. "When do I start?"

"You just did."

In an adjoining room, behind a wall panel, Eric had a modest bedroom. It was complete with a small mirrored bar and a cozy circular bed. Becky was back there, cleaning up in the bathroom. She was thinking about her first day on the job. So far, she had no complaints.

One thing she really liked about her new boss – aside from the fact that he had a delicious big cock – was his style. Sure, she had worked for lawyers before, and basically they were a bunch of assholes. But Eric seemed different.

Smacking her lips, savoring the last taste of Eric's salty cum, she decided this was going to be a great job. Pulling a big soft towel off the rack and grabbing a warm wet washcloth, Becky walked back into Eric's office.

He was still sprawled behind his desk, enjoying the calm that follows a good orgasm. When Eric heard Becky approaching, treading softly across the carpet on her dainty bare feet, he turned around in his chair to face her.

Becky had wrapped, herself in a thick orange terrycloth towel. The towel was barely large enough to cover her tremendous tits and her fantastic ass. Her sensuality fairly spilled out.

For a moment, she thought how strange this all was. Just minutes ago, she had given Eric a juicy blow-job, and now she was parading around in a towel as if she were back home at her apartment. She hardly knew this man, yet she was behaving as if they were long-time lovers.

Stopping in front of Eric, close enough to feel a special warmth pass between them, she looked into his relaxed eyes. It was then she understood. What was happening was so natural, it seemed unnatural.

Still, it would take her some time to get used to it.

She handed Eric a washcloth and towel. "Will there be anything else, Mr. Stafford?" she said, imitating the perfect secretary.

Eric smiled at her, and they both laughed at her joke. Sure, it would take some time to get used to this, she thought. But not a long time – not a long time at all!

A tingling sensation began in her pussy and spread warmly through Becky's belly as she watched Eric clean the syrupy sauces from his cock and balls. He looked peaceful and relaxed.

But suddenly Becky began feeling on edge. She felt as if she had started something – by sucking Eric off – that had yet to be finished.

"You look like something's wrong," Eric said, tossing the washcloth onto his desk.

Becky bit her lip as the warmth coursed through her jutting tits.

"Oh… no, it's nothing. I just…"

"Just what?"

Since Eric was so relaxed, it made Becky feel better. She felt like she could open up to him and tell him things she would normally have trouble telling any other man.

"It's just that I feel kinda funny… you know… about sex and stuff."

He shook his head in astonishment. "Well, you could have fooled me. You sucked my cock like you've been doing it all your life!"

Becky was suddenly embarrassed. After a brief silence, she said: "That's because I have."

"I don't quite understand," he said.

"Well, I grew up in this small town… on a farm… just me and my mom. I didn't have a father… he died when I was a baby… and it was pretty tough."

Eric's cock began stirring back to life. He tried to hide it under the edge of his desk.

"I'll bet it was tough," he said, studying her superbly rounded tits.

"And we used to have men out at the place all the time. Mom used to enjoy all the attention."

Eric nodded, urging Becky to continue.

"But I just didn't want to be bothered all the time by all those strange men and boys," she said.

"You know, they were just after… well… you know… they were all after one thing."

Becky adjusted her towel, tightening it around her giant tits. Eric's eyes bulged out as he watched her juicy jugs heave and jiggle under the soft orange fabric.

"So I just had to do something to keep these guys at arm's length," Becky continued. "At first they were happy if I just… well… played with them… by hand. But that wasn't enough. Then one guy, a friend of my mom's, taught me how to… you know… use my mouth."

Eric slowly reached under the desk and began rubbing the growing hardness of his prick. Her innocent manner was really turning him on!

"So I guess the word got around and guys were coming over to the house all the time. My mom even got mad at me one time… told me I was stealing all her men." Becky blushed and looked away. "But I shouldn't be telling you all this."

Eric squeezed his cock and rolled his eyes up. "On the contrary," he said, falling into his lawyer role as he tried to contain the growing desire in his balls, "since we'll be working together, I think it's important for us to talk like this. You know… to try and get to know each other better."

Becky smiled with relief. Here I am, she thought, standing here dressed in nothing but this towel! Even so, I can't help but feel I can trust this man.

"I think you're right," she said.

"So tell me more about your home life."

Becky smiled, gently licking her upper lip with her red tongue.

"Anyway, my mom got mad at me, but I tried to explain to her. I started put just trying to keep these guys at bay. I liked them, but I didn't like them that much… you know, to give them everything… so I just kissed their… their cocks… you know."

"I understand," Eric said. "It just seemed natural to you."

"That's right. But I feel like you know all about me already."

Becky realized that her nipples were hard and tingling. The reassuring face of her new boss, along with those not-too-distant memories of her small town boyfriends, worked together to intensify that strange yearning she had felt earlier. She found herself gently caressing her tits as she drifted in thought for a moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Noticing that Eric was staring intently at her while she rubbed her tits, Becky quickly clasped her hands behind her back.

"There's no need to be embarrassed," he said. "There's a lots of things we think are wrong to do that are actually perfectly all right."

Becky was relieved Eric thought this way, because the sensation that began in her cunt was growing stronger and stronger, filling her with ever-increasing waves of pleasure. And she didn't want it to stop!

She slowly moved her hands up to her hips, wanting more than anything to grab her tits and rub her nipples. Eric watched her trembling arms, studying her heaving tits. Dribbles of pre-cum leaked from the rosy tip of his cock. He squeezed the base of his prick, and the flow of pre-cum increased.

"Please," he said, "feel free to do anything you want."

Becky couldn't hold herself back any longer. She didn't know what it was that caused her to reach up and stroke her hot tits. She worked the nipples back and forth with abandon, relishing the feel of the soft terrycloth against her flesh. Maybe it was the memory of sucking all that cock back home. Or maybe it was the pleading edge in Eric's voice.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter. She just had to do something about the flames that were heating up her cunt.

The frenzied motion of her hands grinding her heaving tits caused the towel to come free. She let it fall to the floor. Her pussy-hair was revealed – a beautiful tuft of curly blonde hair. Becky continued kneading her soft tits, spreading her legs a bit as she felt her cunt beginning to get wet.

Pushing back his chair, Eric jumped up onto his desk. He thrust out his huge cock, waving the blood-swollen cockhead in Becky's face.

She stopped stroking her nipples to stare wide eyed at Eric's bloated prick. It seemed even larger than it had when she had sucked it! Her pussy was getting sloppy-wet now as she stared up at Eric's hot cock.

"Are you ready for this, bitch?"

Even though Becky's pussy was burning with unquenched desire, she didn't want to take all of Eric's massive, throbbing cockmeat into her cunt.

"I said, are you ready for my cock?"

"No, please. I never… no… please!" Becky moved her hands down to cover her cunt, and her fingers were soon soaked with hot pussyjuice. Her thumb brushed her quivering clit, sending hot shivers up and down her body.

"You're gonna love your first fuck," Eric said from atop his desk. "But first, I'm gonna suck your pussy until your head spins!"

With that, Eric leaped down and stood before Becky, reaching out to gently touch her rosy-tipped tits. She moaned, feeling his cocktip pulsing against her satin-smooth belly.

He sucked one of her taut nipples into his mouth, running his tongue fiercely around her bumpy areola. His hands cupped her soft titflesh.

"Ohhh, that feels so good. But don't fuck me. Please, don't fuck me!"

"Relax, honey. Give me a taste of that sweet pussy!"

Eric dropped slowly to his knees, dragging his fiery tongue down along her cleavage, across her belly, and into the soft fluffy fringe of her cunthair.

Becky quivered with delight as his tongue seemed to trigger little explosions in her nerves as it slipped toward her juicy cuntlips.

Eric reached in and parted the wet flaps, burying his tongue inside her hot cunt. He licked the wet walls of her pussy-tunnel and swallowed every drop of her cuntjuice.

"Yeah, that's nice. Now, do my clit! Suck my fucking clit!"

Eric flipped his tongue rapidly back and forth, causing waves of ecstasy that threatened to burst her bubbling pussy! Then he opened his mouth wide, thrusting it against her cunt, burying his face between her legs, giving her a wet cuntal soul-kiss.

"Ohhh, so good. Suck me deeper! Oh, make me come! Aiiieeee!"

Her hips spasmed against his head, rocking back and forth faster and faster. He gripped her asscheeks, digging his fingers into her succulent flesh, holding himself fast against the steaming mouth of her cunt.

Eric's cock rubbed against her leg, spreading juicy streams of pre-cum with each throb.

"I'm there! Yeah… oh, you did it! So good! I'm commming!"

Becky blasted wave after wave of hot pussy-cum into his hungry face. Eric lapped up as much as he could, biting her puffy pink pussy-flaps. She grabbed the back of his head and held him fast against her creaming cunt – until her orgasm was finished and she had blasted every ounce of her pussy-juice into his eager mouth!

Eric rose up and gently pushed Becky back down onto the plush rug as she moaned contentedly. Eric knelt before her, staring at the pink, wrinkled lips of her pussy. He gave his cock a preliminary teasing stroke.

"This is it, baby. I'm really gonna plow up that sweet pussy!"

Becky groaned. Her face was sweaty and her hair was stuck to her forehead. She rolled her red tongue across her full lips. She groaned again, still immersed in post-orgasmic bliss.

Eric paused to enjoy her writhing and murmuring. But his enjoyment was cut short by a sharp knock on his office door.