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CHAPTER TWO

"What's wrong, honey?" Becky cooed. Eric took his hand from his throbbing cock to check his watch. "I forgot. I had an appointment with a client ten minutes ago."

A voice boomed out from the other side of the frosted glass door. "Hey, how about opening up in there? I ain't got all day!"

"Who is that?" Becky asked, dreamily rubbing her fingers across her soaked cuntlips.

"Paul Reed. He's a special client of mine."

Becky sat up, suddenly surprised. "You mean Paul Reed, the football star?"

"That's the one," Eric said, looking around for his clothes.

Becky was somewhat of a sports fan, having sat in front of the TV set oh many a Sunday afternoon back home, entertaining her many suitors. Paul Reed was one of her favorite players. And she knew all about his reputation – both on the field and off. She also knew that if there was ever someone Eric shouldn't keep waiting, it was Paul Reed.

Paul was a star defensive lineman. He could have easily burst into the room, ramming his body through the door. And Becky wouldn't put it past him! After all, Paul was known for doing the unexpected. He still had to answer to the league commissioner for his escapade last year with a squad of a visiting team's cheerleaders.

"Ah, just a minute, Paul," Eric called out. "I'll be right with you."

"Whaddaya doing in there, anyway? Knocking off a piece of ass?" Paul laughed and stamped his foot.

Eric hurriedly struggled to button his shirt and pants. "Come on, baby. Why don't you take a little nap in the other room? You're had a busy day today."

Eric tried to tie his tie and help Becky up at the same time. She kept moaning and tried to cuddle up to him, sucking on a cunt-juice-soaked finger as he struggled to bring her to her feet.

Becky often had fantasies about football stars. In fact, back home she used to pretend she was blowing her favorite players when she sucked off her boyfriends.

"Come on. Can't I meet him?" she asked. "Not yet. This is really important. Private stuff."

Eric just about dragged Becky into the adjoining room. He quickly closed the wall panel and rushed across the office, checking his slacks at the last minute for tell-tale cum-stains.

Out of breath, Eric opened the door for the big football player. Becky was pressed against the wall, out of sight, straining to hear everything they said.

"Sorry to bother you, Counselor," Paul said sarcastically.

"Oh, that's okay. I was on the phone. Long distance. I had a little trouble making the connection."

Becky laughed from her hiding spot, her big tits jiggling.

Eric quickly retreated behind his desk. He still had an aching hard-on!

"That's cool," Paul said, sitting down. "So tell me, how are things going with my case?"

"Not too bad. I think we'll be able to get you the contract you want. You made a smart move turning free agent this season."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Paul said, smiling.

Suddenly the big man looked around the room. His nostrils flared as he sniffed, inhaling deeply.

"Have you started using a new room deodorizer? It smells like fuck in here."

"Here, let me open a window," said Eric.

When Becky heard Eric get up, she laughed again. Pussy-juice was still running freely down her legs. Despite the momentary humor she found in the situation, a nagging itch still gnawed at her cunt.

"And you are looking a little bushed," Paul said to Eric. "I could just swear I caught you fucking."

"Yes, well… about your contract."

Eric sat back down and looked furtively through his desk drawers. He pulled out a stack of papers and shuffled through them.

"I could just swear," continued Paul, "except for the fact that I know you so well. I know you ain't had any pussy since pussy had you!"

Paul slapped his huge thighs, thoroughly enjoying his joke. But his laughter was interrupted. He stopped short upon noticing part of an orange terrycloth bath towel sticking out of the woodwork.

Eric realized what Paul had seen and lowered his head into his hands, his elbows planted against his desk blotter.

"Now, let me guess," said Paul. "It's a new work of art. Some of that there modern art, that's what it is. And it's been soaked in the finest French pussy-sauce for that special touch. I bet it's an original, too. It must have cost you plenty."

Paul stood and walked over to the wall. He bent over and reached for the end of the towel. Becky shivered expectantly, knowing that only a thin piece of wood separated her naked body from the sexy football player.

Just then the wall panel opened, smacking Paul in the face. He was about to curse, but restrained himself when he found himself staring at a pair of perfectly manicured female feet.

Paul raised himself slowly, ogling the smooth silky legs that guided his eyes up until he was staring at a fluffy patch of blonde cunt-hair.

"I believe you dropped something, ma'am," Paul said.

Becky laughed seductively. She tried to cover her immense tits with her hands and arms. But it was no use. Her tits were so big, Paul was still treated to a magnificent eyeful!

Becky felt her cunt growing hot and wet, just at the sight of the big man. She licked her lips and smiled at him. But she also noticed Eric behind his desk, shaking his head sadly. She assumed something was wrong. Eric's was a small law firm and landing the Paul Reed account had probably been a real coup. Paul was a big name, known by rabid fans all over the country. And hiring a lawyer who spent more time in cunt than in court, wouldn't rate too high in Paul's book, Becky surmised. Especially since Paul was still trying to pacify the commissioner after that mess with those cheerleaders.

So she figured that Eric thought the ballgame was over.

"Mr. Paul Reed," Eric said resignedly. "I'd like you to meet my new secretary, Rebecca Morris."

"The pleasure's all mine, Miss," said Paul. He smiled and held out his hand.

Becky smiled back and grasped his hand, stroking his big index finger like she was caressing a bone-hard cock.

"I'm pleased to meet you," she said. Reaching down to retrieve the towel, Paul sneaked a quick look at Becky's pussy. Her legs were spread a little wider now, and he could see dried-up juices encrusted on her outer cuntlips. Paul inhaled deeply, savoring the musky smell of her pussy.

Becky was still high from the orgasm Eric had just given her. But even though she had reached one level of satisfaction, she sensed that somehow she was just beginning.

Paul stood in front of her as she wrapped the towel around herself. He stood so close that she could feel his warm breath streaming across the tops of her big tits.

Eric awkwardly broke the silence. "Rebecca was helping me with an important case… a rape case… and I needed to do some special… research."

Becky laughed, then smiled at Paul. He smiled back and led her to the couch against the far wall of the office.

"Is that right?" said Paul, sitting down very close to the secretary. "Well, maybe she can do some research for my case, too!"

Becky laughed again and playfully patted Paul on his solid bicep. She could feel that welcome warmth returning to her cunt, spreading up through her belly.

"I'm not sure you understand," said Eric, suddenly rising. He paced back and forth in front of his window. "You see, your case is an entirely different matter."

Paul laughed boisterously, putting a brawny arm around Becky's lightly freckled shoulders and pulling her close to him. "Save it for the judge."

Becky showed her appreciation of Paul's sense of humor by tapping his thigh. Feeling a sudden jolt of heat pass between them, she left her hand there. As she held his leg tighter, she watched his cock grow beneath the tight-fitting material of his pants.

Even though Paul's cock was only semihard – and still growing – Becky could tell it was much bigger than Eric's prick!

She wanted to reach out and touch it – to stroke it and squeeze it. But something held her back. Even though those waves of warm anticipation were flooding through her again, she held back.

But hadn't that happened before, with Eric? Didn't she try not to give in to her impulses? And didn't she finally do just that – give in? And hadn't it been more than worth it – having Eric suck her slippery clit until she blasted-off in his face?

Paul held her tighter and she grabbed his cock. She could feel Paul's hard cockmeat flinch as she rolled the flat of her hand across his prick. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached for his zipper and yanked it down. She dug, through the silky fabric of his briefs, trying to pull out his throbbing cock.

Paul groaned as Becky tried to force his giant prick through the small opening in his pants. He unsnapped the waistband of his trousers and expertly peeled his pants down to his ankles.

"There we go, honey. Now you got some room to work out!"

Paul's cock flipped up and smacked against his chest as Becky finally freed his prick from the restraining shorts. The cockhead was cherry-red and looked delicious!

Becky desperately wanted to give it a good sucking, but she was afraid Paul's huge cock wouldn't fit all the way into her throat!

Eric continued pacing, still muttering about Paul's case. "You see, in order to secure your contract we don't present any evidence. We don't try and prove you innocent."

Paul rocked his hips, fucking into the grip of Becky's tightly squeezing hand.

"That's all the evidence you're going to need," Paul said, thrusting his bloated cockmeat in the direction of Becky's eager face.

She squeezed Paul's aching cock and gently jacked him off. She pushed his loose foreskin up until it almost covered the top of his prick-head. Then she rolled the skin back down, exposing the sensitive cockflesh just below the shiny pink ridge of his hot knob.

Bending over, Becky flicked the tip of her tongue into the slippery gash in Paul's cocktip, enjoying the first salty droplets of pre-cum.

"Yeah, baby. Do it! Aaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Hunching up into his lap, she nestled his cock between her big creamy tits. She worked his cock in her cleavage, savoring the feel of his velvety cockflesh against her sensitive tits. His balls banged mightily against her belly each time he thrust upward.

Eric looked lip from his pacing at the scene taking place on his couch. He slapped his forehead in disbelief. Then he blew a farewell kiss toward his law school diploma hanging on the wall. Sitting down in disgust, he buried his head in his hands.

But his cock was starting to get hard again!

Now Becky was kneeling in front of Paul, preparing to suck his cock. She cupped his balls in her hand while teasing the head of his prick with her passionate tongue.

Paul moaned, clenching the couch cushions with his powerful hands until he ripped the fabric. His fingers slipped into the couch stuffing just as Becky lowered her thrillingly hot lips and mouth down around his cockshaft!

She was overwhelmed by the feel of his pulsating veins and throbbing cum-tube rubbing across her hot lips.

"Ohhh, you fucking cunt! Suck it! Suck it faster!"

Becky was more than happy to oblige, pumping her head up and down, faster and faster. Hot juices leaked from her mouth, mingling with the first jets of Paul's pre-cum until his entire cockshaft was glistening brightly. She slurped and sucked furiously.

Paul's balls slipped up close to his prickshaft. The skin of his ball-sac grew hard and tight. Becky scraped her red fingernails across the firm skin of his balls, swirling her fingers in his curly brown pubic hair. He rocked his hips frantically, smacking his blazing cocktip again and again against the back of Becky's throat.

She was afraid of gagging. But she knew that since Paul was so close to shooting off that anything she did other than suck as hard as she could would spoil his blast-off. So she tried to take in as much of Paul's raging cock as she could, tilting her head back to line up her throat with the front of her mouth.

Paul groaned with utter satisfaction as he felt four more inches of his cock slip deep into Becky's obliging face.

"Aaaaanggghhh! Fuck it like a cunt, bitch! Like a tight cunt!"

Eric looked up, rescued from his depressing thoughts by Paul's frenzied groans. As Eric slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Becky's big white asscheeks. Her ass was moving back and forth in rhythm to her bobbing head. Eric's eyes latched onto the puffed-up mound of her cunt. Drops of cunt-sauce were spilling out of her red pussy-hole. Her tiny puckered asshole was shiny with juice.

Eric needed no further invitation than the sight of Becky's soaked pussy-slit. He tore off his clothes and hurdled across the desk again, his hard prick slapping against his belly.

Eric crawled across the carpet until he was directly behind Becky's bobbing and weaving asscheeks. He gripped them firmly and guided his eager prick into her well-lubricated cunt. The feel of her hot pussy against his cocktip caused him to howl with delight.

Becky felt Eric's cock nudging against her virgin pussy. She tried to move aside, but her cunt was too slippery and Eric was in too far. With one mighty thrust, he broke through and was all the way inside her. His balls slapped up against her thighs and his fingers dug into her twitching hips. Tears of pain ran down her face and onto Paul's cockshaft. It felt like Eric had just plunged a burning spear into her pussy! She moaned in agony. But she couldn't stop sucking because Paul was about to come.

Her moans of distress only served to excite Paul further. The combination of her tight sucking mouth and her stifled whimpering drove him closer and closer to emptying his swelling, cum-filled balls.

As Eric continued fucking her from behind, the pain began to ease. Soon, the waves of desire Becky had thrilled to earlier returned. The harder Eric fucked her, the more her pleasure grew. She tried to answer his powerful thrusts now, moving her ass back against him, meeting each one of his urgent lunges.

As the fucking and sucking grew more intense, Becky found herself controlling the pleasure of the two delirious men. Each time she swallowed Paul's giant cock, Becky fucked her ass back to meet Eric's strokes. Up and down, back and forth, she fucked and sucked the two cocks in perfect rhythm.

The anticipation of two creamy, delicious loads of cum exploding into her sweaty, writhing body sent surges of ecstasy through her. Her cunt-flaps squished each time Eric's balls smacked into her pussy. Her mouth slapped against the juices splattering across Paul's lap.

"Ohhhh, baby! I'm coming! Yeah, this is it! Aaaaahhhhh!"

Hot spurts of cum splashed deep into Becky's throat as Paul started shooting his wad. His cock twitched and spumed in her boiling mouth. She sucked even harder, sucking in her cheeks until she thought her skin would split, trying to milk every last drop of hot spunk from Paul's spewing cock.

As Becky's mouth filled to the brim with creamy cum, Eric pistoned his cock into her cunt, furiously. Paul's cum bubbled from her lips as Eric began launching bursts of hot jism into her sweet cunt.

"You little bitch! Here it comes! Yeah, right up your tight cunt. Yaaaggghhhh!"

"Oh, do it!" she shrieked. "Fuck me! Cook me alive with your fucking hot cunt!"

The instant Eric's cum hit her hot pussy-walls, Becky began bucking and quivering as her orgasm racked her impaled body. She felt as if her whole insides were soaked in blisteringly hot juices. She felt as if she were immersed in a seething sea of flaming cum-sauce. She felt as if she were floating away as her hips jerked and trembled out of control.

"Ohhhh! Aiiieeeee! I'm coming so fucking good!" she wailed at the top of her lungs.

With one final, mighty hunch, Becky collapsed in a heap, sighing and hissing and steaming, sweating like a pig. The two limp, slippery cocks popped out of Becky's mouth and, cunt at almost the same time. Eric fell across her back, exhausted. Paul collapsed against the couch. His hands were covered with the couch stuffing he had ripped up in his frenzy.

"So… what do you think… about your case… now?" panted Eric.

Paul laughed and gently stroked Becky's hand, pulling strands of sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes.

"I'm glad you're my lawyer," Paul smiled. "Because you took my case… all the way… to the Supreme Cunt!"

Becky flopped down contentedly, her body slick and coated with sweat and cum. Her pussy throbbed with pleasurable echoes of the furious pumping Eric had just given her. She wanted nothing more than to lie there, inhaling the musky smells of frantic three-way fucking, and enjoy the warm afterglow.