In heat secretary

CHAPTER NINE

Six months later the president of the company noticed Terry and she began an intense affair with the older man.

Claude Preston was tall and thin with a small mustache and a gruff voice. The first time Terry fucked him, she was amazed at his virility. But after a while she became used to it and looked forward to his phone calls.

At least once a week he sent for her. And Mr. Young told her that she should drop whatever she was doing and run. Mr. Preston didn't like to be kept waiting.

One day Terry went to his office on her weekly visit and found him reclining on the sofa in his office. "Get your tits out," he said as he sipped a martini. "Get those balloons out in the air."

Terry walked over to the sofa and sat down. She opened the tiny buttons on her blouse and revealed her bra-covered tits. Her boobs burst over the top of the tiny cups and he gazed at them with hot eyes.

He chuckled and sat forward, stroking his cock through his pants. Terry stuck her tits out and watched his big wand pulsate. She knew that in a moment he would open his belt and unzip his fly. Then he would take out his dick and give it a few jerks to make it good and stiff.

"How do you want it today, honey?" he said. He did exactly as she anticipated and then forced her fingers over his fuckpole.

"Whatever you say," she said, fisting his prick and stroking it slowly.

After a few minutes of pumping his cock, he told her to get her bra off and play with her tits.

Terry eagerly complied. She tossed her blouse to the side and, stripped her bra off her tits. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of the garment.

She stood before him, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and four inch heels. She swayed back and forth the way he had taught her and let her tits bounce around.

She leaned over and let her boobs jiggle in front of his face. He smiled and extended his tongue, flicking it over her nipples as she waved them around in the air.

Resting one foot on the sofa, she began frigging her cunt. She whispered obscenities as she explored her pussy with her fingers. She slid her hand up and down her slit and stabbed two fingers in and out of her cunthole. She rubbed her clit and told him how good his cock would feel in there when he finally fucked her.

"You sexy cunt!" he chuckled, leaning back on the large sofa and toying with his cock and balls.

She sat down on the floor at his feet and continued finger-fucking herself. He liked when she brought herself off. It always excited him to watch her play with herself.

After she gave herself her first orgasm, he rose up from the sofa and stood in front of her face. He let his swaying prick graze her lips.

She opened her mouth and tongued his cockhead briefly before turning away and pretending to protest.

"Oh, please, sir!" she said. "Don't make me do all those awful things!"

"Get your mouth on it, bitch!" he growled.

"You'll have to force me, sir!" she said.

He grabbed a handful of her long hair and forced his prick inside her lips. "Suck it, wench!" he said, pushing his cock past her teeth and into the wet confines of her mouth.

She placed her hands on his hips and they began their usual face-fuck. He slammed his fuckpole in and out of her throat, fucking her forcefully, but never choking her.

His balls slapped her chin and she moved her hands to his ass and stroked his butt as he frigged her mouth. Suddenly, but predictably, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her down on her back.

He straddled her tits and slid his dick back and forth in the valley of her boobs. He continued whispering obscenities as he tit-fucked the excited brunette.

He pushed her onto her belly and lay down flat on her back. His prick pressed inside her ass crease and Terry wondered if he would fuck her asshole today. There was nothing she liked better than a good corn-holing.

He moved back and pressed his face against her lush butt. He slithered his tongue inside her asscrack and licked up and down the deep canal.

He dribbled saliva over her bung and nibbled her silken-skinned butt-flesh. She held her asscheeks open for him as he forced his tongue-tip into her shitter. She writhed with passion as he hunched up and rubbed his juiced-up fuck-knob up and down her shit crease.

She pushed her ass up and in a moment felt his cockhead caress her pussy flaps. He rubbed his cock-knob against her clit, stopping just before she climaxed.

"That's enough for you, bitch!" he said as he pulled his cock away from her love-button.

"Oh, please, sir!" she, cried. "Just one come!"

"You say you want one come, slut?" he said.

"Please, sir! Just one come!"

He slapped her butt, leaving the imprint of his fingers on her white skin. "You'll wait until I'm ready, bitch!" he said.

"Oh, sir, you're too cruel!" she squealed, craning her neck and staring at him with mock-terror in her eyes.

But within seconds his big prick was plunging inside her cunt. Just as she knew it would be. "Here it is, bitch!" he growled, ramming his dick into her depths.

Her cunt-muscles caressed his prong. He fucked her forcefully, careful not to touch her clit. He liked to torture her that way. Her juices flowed and she gasped for breath, but he refused to touch her clit. Not yet.

Her tits pressed into the thick carpet and she continued begging him to bring her off. The first time they'd fucked, she'd thought he was kinky. Now she knew different. He was an exciting man who liked to experiment. And, he'd taught her a lot in the time she'd known him.

Once they'd fucked in the shower in his office. And several times he'd made her sit on the sink and he'd stood in front of her and fucked her.

Lately he'd been asking her to entertain at a party in his home. She hadn't agreed to it yet. She had a feeling he'd expect her to fuck everyone there and she wasn't quite ready for that kind of scene.

New she slammed her pussy back at his thrusting dick. She trembled wildly as her inflamed cunt sucked and milked his dick. She knew he wouldn't come yet. He always pulled out when he felt his climax approaching. He liked to make it last a long time. Sometimes she had a dozen orgasms before he came.

Now he pulled out of her gash and turned her over onto her back. He hovered over her, laying his cheek down over her inflamed pussy. She shivered as she pulled and pinched her nipples.

He rubbed his face against her twat. The feel of his mustache on her overheated cunt was wonderful. He ran his long wet tongue up and down her sensitive inner thighs as he poked around her cunt-folds.

"You're not playing the game," he said, and she immediately began whimpering.

"You're going too fast for me!" she cried. "You're nothing but an animal! An animal!"

"Cunt!" he said, sitting up and slapping her hard across her face.

"Oh, no!" she shrieked. "You struck me!"

"And I'll do it again, bitch, if you ever talk to me that way again!"

He glared down at her and she felt her pussy moisten as he pushed her onto her side and smacked her butt. He continued spanking her and soon the flesh of her ass was red with his fingerprints.

He hit her until her pussy erupted in a glorious orgasm. When she regained her senses, he was staring down at her.

"You love it, don't you, Terry?" he said. "You really get off on kinky stuff?"

"I guess I do," she said, wiggling her ass.

He pumped his cock slowly as he gazed down at her. "You'd love my parties," he said.

"I don't know if I'm ready for anything like that," she said.

"You mean group stuff?" he said.

She nodded and yawned. "Uh huh," she said.

"It'd mean a lot to me, Terry," he said. "Think about it before you say no. Now, back at the ranch," he chuckled, slapping his ramrod-stiff prick against her leg.

"Oh, sir!" she cried, going along with the game. "What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want, cunt!" he said. "But, sir, a woman is a delicate flower! You can't expect me to be ready when you are!"

He straddled her cunt and grabbed her tits. He squeezed her huge melons and snickered.

"You'll be ready when I tell you you're ready," he said huskily. "And I say you're ready now!"

His nostrils flared and he touched his mustache as he leaned over and began licking her tits. "You're my slut and you'll do as I say!" he hissed as he tongue-whipped her nipples and bit down on her velvety tit-flesh.

She tried to push his mouth off her boobs, but he slapped her and she stopped struggling. "Slut!" he hissed. "You know you're always ready for a good fuck!"

He threw himself over her and forced his knee against her gash. "Spread 'em!" he grunted hoarsely.

He shoved his knee against her cunt and rubbed back and forth over her throbbing twat. He lowered his full weight on her body and held her face in a tight grip.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she pretended to struggle against him. "Please!" she cried. "Don't hurt me!"

"Shut up, bitch!" he growled, holding her chin and snaking his tongue in and out of her eager lips.

He moved his mouth from her lips to her tits. He bit and mauled her boobies and lashed her nipples with his tongue. He threatened her as he devoured her jugs and once again forced his knee against her snatch.

She trembled and thrashed her legs in the air as he moved his wet lips to her pussy. He tongued her already-damp cunt-hair and inhaled her musky female fragrance.

He pried her cuntlips apart with his tongue and licked his juice off her puffy flaps. Her clit stood out, huge and stiff and throbbing. He ran his tongue-tip lightly over the inflamed button and she shrieked with lust at the touch.

"Make me come!" she begged, trying to force his lips back over her clit. "Make me come!"

He hovered over her and drew his arm back. Then he slapped her face so hard her head reeled.

"You bastard!" she screamed.

She almost forgot it was a game as he clawed at him with her long fingernails. She ran her nails up and down his arms as he chewed ravenously on her tits.

"Bitch cunt!" he grunted as he swirled his tongue over her rubbery nipples. "Hellcat!"

He held her arms straight out as he pressed his chest against her boobs. He clamped his lips over hers and frenched her. She writhed under him, turning them both on with her struggles.

He raised his trunk until his prick slipped inside her thighs. He directed it against her cunt and she opened her legs to welcome it. "Oh, God, I want it!" she sobbed.

"How bad do you want it, cunt?" he said.

"I want it bad!" she wailed.

He raised himself up again and dragged his fuckpole dyer her hot slit. He slid it over her body and past her cleavage to her face. "Kiss it!" he growled, ramming his stiff fuck-stick over her nose and lips. "Kiss it, bitch!"

She kissed the jism-coated head of his cock and he held his blue-veined cockshaft as she licked up his juices. A drop of white cream clung to her lower lip and she licked it off and returned for more.

He moved down her body again, his thick excited cock wedged inside her thighs. He pinned her shoulders to the floor and hovered over her.

"How about a little corn-holing?" he hissed. The horny young secretary restrained her excitement. "Oh, no!" she yelled. "It'll hurt too much!"

"Fuck you!" he hissed. "If I want your ass I'll take your ass!"

"Oh, God, no!" she shivered, trembling with anticipation.

"Yeah," he growled as he snaked his fingers around to her asscrack. "I'll fuck your sweet little asshole until you see stars. That's what I'll do. I'll shove it right up your little old chocolate highway!"

Terry thrashed her head from side to side and begged him not to fuck her shitter, but of course he paid no attention. It was all part of the game.

"Get on your belly!" he hissed.

"No!" she sobbed.

"You don't say no to me!" he growled, grabbing her arm and flipping her over onto her belly.

He ground his cockhead against her asshole and she raised her head and begged him to stop. "You'll kill me with that big thing!" she wailed. "Your cock is so big!"

"Shut up, slut!" he said, stabbing his cock around her asshole. "Shut up and get ready to take it right up your tight little shitter!"

"But you'll split me in two with that big thing!" she gasped.

"Shut up, cunt!" he said. "I'll split you in two if you fight me! And I'm tired of your bitching all the time. Real tired of it!"

She pretended to wince as his fuck-stick lodged against her hung. She felt her asshole open up at the pressure, the elastic ring resisting at first and then opening up to the brutal invasion.

The wonderful combination of pleasure and pain shattered her senses. She groaned huskily as half his cock-knob nestled inside her bung. She was always amazed at how pleasurable it was to be forced like this. Even though it was a game, it always turned her on.

And more important, Claude loved it. He wallowed in her agony as she shrieked with pretended pain. He thrust his cock forward and growled for her to shut up. But she knew he loved hearing her beg him to stop. Hearing her beg made his cock even harder.

Now he lunged forward and rammed his lust-stiffened dick all the way inside her bowels. She felt his hairy balls pressing against her as he ground his cock against her bung.

She pretended to try to escape the brutal assault, and he held her around the waist and squeezed her hanging tits. "Shut up, bitch!" he hissed as he pulled his cock halfway out of her bung and then shoved it forcefully back inside. "Shut up or I really will hurt you!"

"Oh, my God!" she screamed, delighted to be speared by his massive cock. "Oh, you're killing me!"

"And you love it, cunt!" he said, his dick plunging more deeply inside her butt-hole.

She turned her head and faced him, her pretty face contorted with lust. He grinned down at her, his eyes glittering and his hair falling over his eyes.

"Good tight little asshole!" he chanted as he fucked in and out of her brownie.

He lay still against her and she felt his prick pulsate inside her shit-chute. He plowed in and out of her depths and her asshole clasped his fuck-stick.

Soon his prick slid easily in and out of her and she fucked her ass back to meet his strokes. She licked her lips as his cock rampaged inside her.

"You're sucking me right inside you, cunt!" he rasped. "Oh, fuck, that's good! Oh, fuck, you fucking bitch!" he growled. "Oh, shit, what a fuck!"

Now they fucked like two animals. She thrust her ass up for more and more of his spearing cock and he whipped his dick in and out of her bowels. She quivered and twitched and came so intensely she almost passed out.

When she recovered her senses, Claude was shouting and sending his load of thick jism into her shitter. "Fuck that cock!" he yelled. "Fuck that cock!"