Brian sat alone, in his office, thinking, feeling slightly confused. He had been married to Ann for two years and had never fucked anyone else during that time. He had never wanted to. Oh sure, a couple of the girls in the office, maybe. But he just hadn't gotten around to it. Too much trouble.
But having fucked Kathi yesterday afternoon by mistake, thinking she was Ann, had changed everything. He sat in his office behind his desk looking down at the huge hard-on he had from just thinking about it. Jesus, she was good! he thought. I wish I could think of a way to…
On top of that, he had seen his new secretary, Carla Jennings, with new eyes, when he came to work that morning. She had only been working for him about three weeks. She was a lovely brunette with a stunning body, big firm breasts and a high arched ass. From the very beginning she had gazed at him with murky eyes that said he could take whatever he wanted. But he had ignored the invitation, as usual. Office romances were bad policy.
That morning, however, he had been unable to resist staring back at her. It was as if he were saying: I'm ready, baby. Something clicked last night. You see, my sister-in-law is in town, and if anyone shouldn't be horny, it's me. You wouldn't believe what happened. But something clicked. I think I could eat you alive, Carla baby. And it looks like that's just what you're in the mood for.
He sat there wondering if he should call her into the office. And how would he go about it? He couldn't just say: Look, honey, lock the door behind you and take off your clothes, it's finally time. I'm going to fuck your ears off. Or could he? What if he had misread her intentions? What is she wanted to be courted a little bit first? Maybe she was looking forward to the secrecy of a few guilty lunches together first. Then… the Big Movement!
He was still sitting there thinking it over when Carla suddenly came into the office and shut the door behind her. She had a very inviting smirk on her face. Brian looked into her murky eyes and realized that he had nothing to worry about. She had known the time was ripe. She wasn't about to let the moment escape.
He grinned at her. "Why did you shut the door? Is there something special you want to talk about?"
"You might say that," Carla said, licking her lips.
She really did have an incredible mouth. Brian had noticed it weeks earlier during her interview. Her amazingly sensual lips looked like they could suck the sweet meat from a grape without bursting the skin.
"Miss Jennings, I think I'm crazy about your mouth, do you know that?"
"Ummmm, tell me more."
"I can tell you what I'd like to do with it."
"Oh?" she smiled coyly. "And what would that be?"
"If you came over here, I'll show you."
Feigning bashfulness, Carla nevertheless walked over to his desk. Brian swiveled his chair sideways and beckoned her to come behind the desk. Her eyes widened, but she obeyed.
Gently he took her hand and pulled her down on her knees between his spread thighs. He quickly unzipped his pants and took out his stiff cock which swelled and jumped only inches from her moist, parted lips.
"Oh Mr. Riles!" Carla exclaimed with mock embarrassment. "What kind of a girl do you think I am?"
Brian grinned. He felt surly, lust a little mean. He let her know with a flash of his eyes that he would just as soon fuck her in the mouth by force if she didn't want, to do her part.
"I don't know. What kind are you?"
The threat in his eyes seemed to excite and arouse Carla just as much as the sight of his thick cock bobbing before her face. "Ummmmmm," she smiled, taking his cock in both hands and licking its swollen purplish head hungrily. "This kind!"
She took his prick into her warm mouth and began sucking it. Her mouth was incredible. Her lips leeched hot little daggers of fire from his aching cock. He felt, the pressure of his juice seething in his pain. He groaned.
Carla was very good at her work. She was especially good with her long velvety wet tongue. She swirled it again and again around his humping, rearing cock, starting at the thick pulsing base of it and climbing in passionate swirls to the swollen head. He dug his fingers into her rich brown hair and pushed his prick past her clinging lips, jabbing it down to her throat, making her gag with happy pleasure.
"Aanngggg!" she gagged softly. "Ohhhh Brian, Brian… tell me you like it." She drew her lips up his cock, squeezing it with her fingers, sucking him slowly, lovingly. "Do I do it good for you? Oh, it's such a big beautiful cock, ummmmm!"
"I love it, I love it," Brian muttered.
He held her head steady and fucked repeatedly up into her open mouth. The pleasure was intense. He knew if he let her keep it up that he would be spurting into her wonderful mouth in seconds. But he wanted more of her than that. He wanted all of her. She was still fully clothed, deliriously happy as she purred and sucked him. He was still dressed too, except for his open fly. But suddenly he let the urgency of his lust take over completely.
He pulled Carla to her feet and swarmed over her with his hands and mouth. He turd her clothes off, digging his fingers into her smooth bare flesh.
"I want you, I want to fuck you, all of you," he growled, kissing her mouth, her neck, sucking the firm flesh of her shoulder.
And Carla wriggled into him, gasping, warm and pliant and totally submissive. "Oh good, good," she moaned. "I want, you to fuck me, I want you to do more than fuck me. Ohhhnnn, I want you to do everything to me! Oh! Oh! Yessss that feels so good!"
Boiling with lust, Brian tore her clothes off her and got his mouth on her breasts. He sucked her beautiful pink pointy nipples between his lips, lip-gnawing them until she began to tremble and moan with delight. He kissed her pale belly, her smooth flexing thighs, and crouched and buried his tongue in her hot runny slit, mauling her slippery cuntlips with his mouth.
He pulled her down on the rug beside his desk to make it easier to eat her. Carla began to whoop softly and shudder. Her long supple body undulated with pleasure. She twisted and trembled as the hot waves of fire poured through her.
"Oh God, ohhhh God!" she gasped. "Oh Brian, Brian, please, please, before you fuck me, please do something for me. Unngghhh! Oh Jesus, you're so good! Please… uh! Ohhhh! Please do something for me? Will you? Please, will you?"
Brian was so busy devouring her naked body that he hardly heard her. All he wanted to do was plunge his prick deep into her flooding pussy and spout about a gallon of boiling cum into her. But she kept begging him. Her words were almost incoherent as desire engulfed her writhing body.
"What?" he panted. He scooped her resilient breasts up in his hands, making the nipples swell with blood and point before he sucked them again so sharply that she squealed with joy. "What, what do you want me to do?"
Carla tossed her head. She arched her back and thrust her breasts up into his mouth, whimpering and speaking in deep throaty gasps. "Spank me," she whispered, clawing his shoulders.
"What?" Brian said. He glanced up from her rubbery wet nipples to her pleasure-contorted face.
"Please? Oh please, Brian. Do it to me before you fuck me. It just drives me crazy!"
I can imagine, he thought. "Ill bet," he said, plucking her taut nipples again with his lips.
"Please, Brian, pleeease! I'll do anything for you. Anything!"
"Carla, that's nuts," he said.
"I know, I know," she whimpered again. "But I can't help myself. I just love it!"
Brian shook his head. "I can't do that. It's just sick."
He couldn't deny that he would like to do it. It sounded exciting. He stroked her luscious body, making her writhe and twist with wanton delight.
"I know it is," she moaned. "I know it. But I need it. I need it! It makes me come!"
But before he knew quite what was happening, Carla had squirmed out from under him and turned stomach-down on the floor. The twin pale moons of her delectable ass rose up and quivered as if to invite his smacking hand. She was panting, squirming tier sopping-wet cunt into the rug and twitching her beautiful ass at him. She was almost insane with the excitement of her own request.
"Oh, I can come," she panted, her eyes pleading with him. "It just makes me die of coming, that's all. It's Heaven. Let's talk about it afterward. Just do it to me now. Pleeeese, Brian!"
She did have a beautiful ass, Brian noticed. How many men had spanked this lovely ass before him? Did she really come from it? She seemed so aroused by the prospect that it was almost frightening. She was moaning deep in her throat. She squirmed her ass at him, and when he stroked it lightly with one hand her whole body fluttered with uncontrollable spasms.
But Brian shook his head. I've never done anything like that, he thought. That… kinky. Not that I wouldn't. But I have to work up to it. This is the first time we're done it, Carla dear. Five'll get you ten that if I smack your beautiful fanny just twice my poor old tool here is liable to squid all over your backside instead of inside your hot little pussy. Where I'm going to put it right now.
Instead of trying to turn her onto her back again, he pushed apart her thighs and got between them. He put one hand on each firm globe of her ass and gave them a tight squeeze, just to deliver a little of what she required. Then he lodged the head of his cock in the dripping blossom of her cunt and slid it in.
"Aaoowwwwnnnnnn!" Carla cried out.
If she was disappointed that he had refused to spank her, she didn't show it. Instead she hunched her knees up slightly on the floor for leverage and tilted her pussy up to him. She ground it back into his lunging prick.
"Ummmmmm… ummmmmm," she hummed, gyrating her pelvis in rhythm with his thrusts, bucking her ass back into him.
He fucked her easily, smoothly, enjoying the pinching sensations her tight slippery cunt gave to his sliding cock. But he was surprised how passionless he felt. I should have spanked her, he thought. Like she asked. It would have been wild.
But Carla made up in lust for both of them. She gasped and panted, writhing and twisting beneath him, moaning.
"Ohhhh, it's good… oh Brian, please… please squeeze my ass! Please do it to me, dig your fingers into me! Pinch my ass, hard, please!"
And so he did. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her naked lower back. Then he dropped, them to the high round cheeks of her ass, digging his fingers into the spongy flesh gently at first. Immediately she began to wheeze and shake uncontrollably. Her urgency whipped up Brian's desire. He rammed his cock into her, sinking it deep in her buttery quim, digging his fingers viciously into her asscheeks.
Almost instantly Carla squealed and coughed and began to come. "Ugghh…! Ummmmmm… aaiieeeeee!" she wailed.
The rapid spasms of her pussy milked Brian's plunging cock. He threw himself forward onto her back, grabbing her shoulders and jabbing deep into her. He groaned as the hot rockets of jism squirted from him. He crammed and split her with his coming prick, feeling her body shudder and thrash under him.
Finally he lay panting on her back while Carla still wriggled and writhed with pleasure under him. When be lifted himself up and pulled his cock out of her steamy wet trench, she turned and gazed up at him.
"I'm sorry I asked you to do that," she whispered bashfully.
"Why should you be sorry?"
"I could tell it bothered you."
Brian shrugged. "It's just… I've never been asked to do anything like that before."
"I guess I'm just… weird." Carla shivered with embarrassment.
"Weird and wonderful," Brian grinned.
"You think so?" She smiled happily.
"I have a confession to make. After we really got into it, I kept wishing I had done what you wanted."
"Really?"
He nodded, glancing at her tempting bare ass again.
"We could do it again," she murmured sexily. She glanced at his limp cock. "I mean, you could spank me and fuck me with your hand until it gets hard again. I don't want to stop."
Slowly Brian shook his head. "I think we've already pressed our luck a little far, don't you? The door isn't even locked. What if somebody had come in?"
Carla blushed. "I would have died of shame."
Brian found it hard to believe her. She had screamed like a banshee when her climax caught her. He helped her up and they began to dress.
"How about after work?" Carla murmured seductively. "You could tie me up and then spank me and fuck me any way you want. Jesus, it drives me crazy!"
Brian grinned. "I know. You told me." He still thought it was sick. But the words in her mouth excited him so much that already he could feel his prick swelling again.
"You aren't going to tell me you wouldn't like to do that?" she whispered coyly.
"No, I guess I'm not."
"Good. Then it's a date?"
"Not tonight, I'm afraid. I've got relatives in town." The thought of fucking Kathi again entered his mind. He was really beginning to feel like a stud. "But maybe in a day or two."
Carla smiled and kissed him. "Believe me, Brian, you won't regret it," she breathed into his teeth. "You won't think it's so weird after you've done it once."
"Maybe that's what I'm afraid of," he chuckled.
"Don't be," she breathed again. "I'm burning up for you."