In heat secretary

CHAPTER SEVEN

One day Mr. Young told Terry his son was coming to work at Century Ltd..

"Show him the ropes, will you, Terry?" Mr. Young said. "He's a little shy and I want to start grooming him for the business world."

Terry assured her boss she'd show the boy around. He would only be working at the office after school and she didn't mind familiarizing him with the company. Mr. Young had been more than fair to her since she'd been working for him.

Now she typed up some reports and did her filing. By two o'clock, when Artie Young arrived, she was happy to have something to do.

"You must be Terry," the freckle-faced redhead said shyly.

"And you must be Artie," Terry smiled.

She showed him where to hang his coat and then walked him around the office. She introduced him to everyone he'd need to know and showed him where the photocopy and mail rooms were.

"You'll be running errands and stuff, I guess," she said as they returned to her office and she settled down at her desk.

"I'll do anything you want me to do," the boy said, his eyes glued to her tits.

Terry's pussy lurched. It had been two weeks since she'd gotten laid and her cunt was horny. It amused her to be stared at by a teenage boy. She flirted as she crossed her legs and asked him to run down and get her some coffee.

"Black and hot, honey," the brunette smiled. "Especially hot."

His eyes crinkled up as he grinned and accepted the dollar bill from her hand. Their fingers touched for a moment and he blushed.

"Whatever you say," he said.

He ran down to the coffee shop and Terry found herself checking her makeup in the mirror she kept in her desk. She brushed her hair and sprayed some perfume on her ears and between her tits.

She started humming and felt a great surge of energy and realized Artie was the cause of her feeling so good. Mr. Young had told her he was a junior in high school. That meant he was not that much younger than Terry. But enough to make her feel confident and in charge.

When he returned with the coffee, she asked him to sit next to her while she showed him the filing system. She deliberately let her thigh touch his and she leaned down and let him peek inside her low-necked sweater at her tits.

"Most of the time I do this myself," she said. "But when I'm on vacation or something you'll be able to cover for me."

"Yeah, sure," he croaked, his face crimson and his eyes glittering.

"Are you listening to me or are you a million miles away?" Terry said, putting down the pile of folders she'd been showing him.

"Oh, uh, I'm listening," he said.

"I don't believe you," Terry giggled. She uncrossed her leg and let her skirt slid up to her thigh. "I don't think you're listening at all."

"Aw, Christ, I'm sorry, Terry," he mumbled.

"What will your father say?" she said as she cocked her head and gazed at him.

"I'll pay attention," he said. "I promise." She blew him a kiss and grinned. Even though she wasn't that much older than he was, it was obvious he looked upon her as an authority figure and would do whatever she told him to do.

And a plan began formulating in her mind. "Are you in a hurry to get home after work?" she said as she leaned back in her chair.

"Naw," he said.

"Maybe we can have a little chat after work," she said, gazing at her watch. "It's almost five now. My, how time flies."

"Jesus, Terry, I'll do anything you want," he said.

She rose up and tiptoed to the door. She glanced outside in the hall and returned to her desk. Mr. Young was out of the town and she decided it would be a kick to use his office to fuck his son.

Because she had decided to fuck Artie. Why not? she thought. He's old enough and he's big enough. And if he's anything like his father he'll be a good cocksman.

"Let's go in here," she said, tugging his hand and leading him into his father's office.

She closed and locked the door behind her and told him to sit down at his father's desk. "Let's pretend you're boss and I'm your secretary," she giggled.

The boy awkwardly sat down at his father's desk. Terry sat in the secretarial chair and once again crossed her legs. She showed him a lot of thigh and tit and sat there staring at him.

"Well, you're the boss, Artie," she said.

"Jesus, I don't know what to say," he said.

"You're not playing the game," she said. "You're supposed to pretend I'm your secretary. And you're supposed to be giving me orders."

"Shit, I can't do that!" he said.

She leaned forward and cupped her chin against the palms of her hand. "Isn't there anything you want me to do, Artie?" she said pointedly.

The boy gulped and swallowed as he shook his head. The horny brunette secretary slowly unbuttoned the top button of her sweater. "Would you like to see a little more cleavage?" she said.

His eyes bulged as she thrust her shoulders back and pushed her tits forward. He licked his lips and made a strange noise deep in his throat.

"Do you like my tits?" she whispered.

The boy nodded, and she continued. "I saw you staring at them before," she said. "I guessed that you liked them."

Suddenly she unbuttoned the rest of her sweater and spread it open. She unhooked the front of her bra and peeled the flimsy cups off her tits.

She gazed at the teenager as he stared openmouthed at her boobs. Her nipples were hard and throbbing and pinkish-brown with excitement. The boy couldn't take his eyes off her jugs.

"Stand up, Artie," she said, and the boy stumbled to his feet.

She inspected his crotch. His cock was throbbing inside his fly. The boy undoubtedly had a nice-sized hard-on in his jeans. And it was all for her.

She pushed her sweater and bra off her shoulders. She rose up and approached the boy. She sat on the arm of the chair and shoved a berry-like nipple into his mouth. "Suck my boob, honey," she murmured.

He grunted as he sucked it inside. She closed her eyes and sighed as he timidly wrapped his hand over one tit and sucked the other. The feel of his fingers and lips was good. He had a nice touch.

"You can suck harder, if you'd like," she whispered as she tangled her fingers in his red hair. "Don't be afraid to hurt me."

He sucked harder and she felt her pussy churn as his tongue worked over her boob.

He moved his lips to her other tit. Tiny chills ran up and down her spine as he made love to her knockers with his tongue and lips and teeth.

Her cunt gushed pussy-juice and she felt the thick cream wet her inner thighs. She unzipped her skirt and stood up, her tit still in his mouth as she worked her skirt off her ass and stepped out of it.

She was wearing a garter belt and stockings and she felt a thrill of excitement as he gazed at her naked cunt. She knew her pussy-thicket looked sexy framed by her black lace garter belt. His eyes confirmed what her mirror had already told her.

She sat back down on the arm of his chair and held his head while he laved her titties. She spread her legs and let her cunt gape open. He sucked in his breath as she sank onto his lap.

The hot secretary squirmed her ass on his legs and fed him her boobs. She finally pulled her tits out of his mouth and made him gaze into her eyes.

Her cunt drooled and drenched his thigh as she bent forward and plastered her lips over his. She bounced up and down on his lap, mashing her tits against his chest and plunging her tongue into his mouth.

She felt his cock on her ass and tugged his zipper down. She moved her butt and lifted his prick out of his fly. She moved around and held his fuckpole in her hand, pinching the tip between two fingers.

She climbed off his lap and yanked his jeans and shorts down to his knees. She climbed back onto his lap, but this time she faced him. She pressed her cunt against his prick, her feet straddling his hips.

He trembled violently as the lusty brunette guided his prick against her cunt. She threw her head back as she pushed his cockhead inside her gash.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" Artie groaned as she sank down on his fuck-stick.

"Ummmmmmmm!" Terry sighed as she took his entire prong into her snatch.

His thick dong forced her cunt flaps apart and nestled inside her hungry twat. She shivered as she felt him inside her. His balls pressed against her ass and she raised herself and then sank down again.

His pulsating poker, stroked in and out of her fuck-tube with every thrust of her ass. His cock felt powerful inside her. Hard and thick with a force of its own.

"You're a good fucker!" she gasped.

"Honest?" he hissed.

"The best!" she said. "You're gonna make me come any minute. Just don't stop fucking!"

"I don't know how long I can hold out," he panted.

"Don't come yet!" she said.

She stopped bouncing and sat still with his dick buried inside her. She barely moved as she forced her clit to rub against his shaft. And then she came. The intensity of her climax took her breath away and she wrapped her arms around the boy's neck and sobbed with lust.

She trembled as the sensations engulfed her and squirmed her ass as she began bouncing up and down on his prick. Her tits wobbled and the teenager clenched his teeth as he fought to control his orgasm.

Her pussy was drenched with cunt-cream and his cock slipped in and out with ease. Her thick fluids drenched his rod and formed a puddle on the seat of the chair.

"Plug me!" she moaned. "Keep plugging me!"

She rubbed her tits against his chest. Then she grabbed his tee-shirt and pulled it over his head. She pushed her jugs against his almost hairless chest. God, it felt strange! His body was smooth and soft. Almost as soft as her own. And yet he was all man. One-hundred percent stud!

She came again, rocking back and forth over his dick. His cock stirred wildly inside her. She thrashed madly up and down his fuck-stick. They fucked in a frenzy, her tight cunt-muscles clamping down on his teenage prong.

He clenched his teeth and groaned and she quickly released his dick and squeezed his cockhead to prevent him from coming. She waited a moment and then slipped her cunt back over his cock and once again raced up and down his fuckpole.

Soon the boy was writhing on the chair in exquisite agony. She felt his cock expand and he began humping his ass and pistoning his prick in and out of her clutching gash.

She hung onto his neck as he shot her full of jism. The horny secretary came again as his spunk filled her pussy and his dick rasped over her clit.

Waves of sexual ecstasy washed over her and they rocked wildly until they were both exhausted.

She nestled against his neck at the end and kissed his ear. "Did you like it?" she said.

"Shit, Terry, it was great," he said.

She slid off his lap and crouched between his legs. She palmed his soft prick and pressed her lips against his knob. "Shall I get it hard for you?" she said.

"Yeah, if you think it's okay."

"Hmmmmm, I think it's fine."

She squeezed his cockshaft, excited by the feel of his cock stirring in her hand. Love-juice dripped out of his pisser and the hot-assed secretary bent down and flicked her tongue over the pungent cream.

The taste of his love-juice on her tongue made her cunt ache and she began running tiny wet kisses up and down his pulsating shaft.

She licked his dick-root and up to his cockhead, swirling her tongue over the flared rim of his knob.

When the telephone rang, she motioned to him to be quiet and she picked up the receiver. "Hello," she said in her most businesslike voice. "Mr. Young's secretary."

"It's me, Terry," the voice said. "Mr. Young. Did my boy get in yet?"

Terry smiled to herself and covered the receiver so he wouldn't hear her giggle. "He got in, Mr. Young," she said. "He certainly did get in."

"Good, good," Mr. Young said. "And is he catching on to the routine of the office?"

"He's a quick learner," Terry said as she pumped the boy's prick. "You'd be proud of him."

She slid his cockskin up and down his fuckpole and felt his prick stiffen. "My dad?" he whispered hoarsely, and the brunette nodded.

"Well, I know he's in good hands, Terry," Mr. Young said. "Thanks, hon. See you tomorrow."

Terry said goodbye and hung up the receiver. She giggled as she turned to the teenage boy. "He said he knew you were in good hands," she grinned.

They both laughed and she opened her lips and wrapped them around his juiced-up dick knob. She sucked gently on his throbbing cockhead. The taste of his boy-meat on her tongue was thrilling. She decided she would take his next load down her throat.

She lapped hungrily on his twitching cock. She bobbed her head up and down and sucked half of his fuckpole into her mouth. She took in more of his shaft with every thrust and soon she was clamping her lips over his cock-root.

The boy held onto the arms of the chair, his eyes closed and his mouth open. He looked scared and Terry realized he was afraid she might stop.

She wondered when he last got such a good blow-job. Girls his own age were usually reluctant to suck a boy off. She remembered when she'd been younger, she had hated to swallow a boy's spunk. It was only later when she was older that she learned to love it.

It's an acquired taste, she thought as she face-fucked the teenager. Like oysters and anchovies.

She squeezed his jism-filled balls and felt him shiver. She spit his cock out and sucked his almost-hairless balls into her mouth one after the other.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped as he held her head and tried to force her mouth back over his prick.

"Easy, honey, easy," she said. "I'll do it." He released her head and clutched the arms of the chair as she slid the ring of her lips down his shaft. She caressed his thighs and bobbed her head as she picked up speed.

She held his dick-root and raced her lips up and down his fuckpole and after two rapid thrusts the boy started coming. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!" he yelled. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming so hard!"

He filled her mouth with so much jism some of it dribbled out of the corners of her lips. Every time another wad of spunk blasted into her mouth, the boy trembled violently.

Terry's cunt was so inflamed from the sucking she climaxed too. Her pussy erupted as his teenage prong filled her mouth with thick cream.

She stretched out on her back on the floor and masturbated until she came again. When she opened her eyes, the boy was staring down at her.

"Jesus, Terry, you sure come a lot," he said with wonderment in his voice.

Terry got to her feet and looked around for her clothes. "All real women do, Artie," she said as she stepped into her skirt. "All real women do."