"And you tell him?"
"Sure I do, and he becomes so excited he practically eats my cunt!"
"What do you tell him?" Frank asked excitedly as he drove almost three quarters of his big piston into Holly's chamber.
"I tell him how big your prick is and he Seems fascinated by the size of it. I tell him everything -like how I take a little at a time until it's all in my twat."
Holly crossed her arms and laid her head on them. "Jim's the one who told me not to wipe my cunt after you come in it. He likes to lick it up with his tongue."
Frank pushed another inch in and Holly cried, "Oh, Mr. Kazarra-it's so big! No! No! Don't go so fast!"
Frank slowed his thrusts and said, "You really like me to fuck you?"
"I'd die if you stopped fucking me."
"You would?"
Holly sighed in delight as the ramming behind her caused her blood to ripple in her veins. "Jim and I went to school together, Mr. Kazarra. His prick was the only one my cunt knew before you began to fuck me. I like your cock much better than Jim's."
Frank shoved the last inch of cock into Holly's hole and said, "Tell me how your husband sucks you off."
Holly hadn't moved her ass an eighth of an inch since she bent over the desk for her Wednesday screwing. "Jim is good at it, Mr. Kazarra. He likes me to lie down on the edge of our bed with my feet flat on the floor and my legs spread as wide as I can get them. Jim kneels on the floor before my twat and plays with it like a toy. By the time he puts his tongue on it he has me worked up-really tuned up to a high pitch. I feel it all over. My breasts get hard and my muscles-the ones in my ass especially-begin to tighten up."
"Is that all?" Frank asked.
"Of course not! When I feel that way I concentrate on something else-like what I'll cook for dinner-or our bills!-and other things-never anything to do with sex."
Frank let go of Holly's fine hips. He placed his hands on her legs, liking the feel of the expensive nylon as it curved over her thighs.
"If I ever concentrated on the feelings Jim's tongue brings me I'd pop off like that!" Holly snapped her fingers. "He spreads my lips-my cunt lips-as far as he can get them. Then he places the flat of his tongue against my twat and never misses a speck of flesh on it!"
"Does it feel good?" Frank asked.
"My God, yes! Next to your cock there's nothing like it. When you make me come it feels great. When Jim makes me come it's so beautiful! He tongues my hole awhile and then concentrates on my clit. Then is when the feeling begins to intensify. It grows and grows and I think of what Jim is doing to my cunt until finally I just let go and burst into a wonderful ball of fire!"
Frank was feeling his cock begin to have that familiar sensation near its head. He pushed it all in and said, "Now's the time, Holly. I'm going to fuck you, but good!"
Frank put his hands on Holly's hips again and forced her to move backward to meet his forward thrusts.
Holly raised herself onto her elbows.
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra! Feel my cunt!"
Frank reached around one of Holly's thighs and placed a forefinger on her clitoris. He moved the tip of the finger in time to his driving shaft.
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-that's terrific!"
"You better come, Holly-my cock is ready to burst!"
"I am too!"
They both breathed harder, with the released air causing moaning sounds in the office. Holly began moving her ass and Frank locked his arms around her thighs.
"Frank! Frank!" Holly cried, forgetting her rule never to call her boss by his first name. "Fuck me, Frank! Fuck me!"
And Frank, as he always did in the throes of his own spending, yelled, "You dirty bitch! You fuck me! Move your ass! Squeeze your cunt on my cock! Why you dirty bitch-I'd like to stick this in your husband's mouth!"
That's as far as he got. His load shot from his prick and drenched the entire inside of the cunt he was fucking. He moved faster and faster to get all possible feeling from his effort.
Holly cried, "Fuck me, you dirty Italian pig! Make that horse cock blow out my brains! Give it to me-fuck, you pig!"
And that's as far as she got. Her cunt burst into that wonderful ball of fire and the feeling spread throughout her body. "Oh, Mr. Kazarra," Holly said. "You did it again!"
"That was a good fuck, Holly," Frank said. He withdrew his cock from Holly's cunt and she stood up and smoothed down her skirt. After the first three screwings Frank had given her, she got into the habit of not wearing panties to work-on Wednesdays.
Frank pocketed his big prick and sat down by his desk. "Holly," he said, "vacation time will soon be here. You'll need the extra money."
"Yes, Mr. Kazarra."
"What with prices going up you'll need more money this year."
"I could use more."
"Holly," Frank said, watching the face of his secretary, "I've been thinking for some time about a small change in our Wednesday fucking."
"You don't want me to suck that thing-oh, no!"
"No, Holly. Not that."
"Then what else is there, Mr. Kazarra?"
"I'll give you a thousand dollars, Holly. Imagine the vacation you can have on a thousand dollars!"
"I could have the best I've ever-where's the catch?"
"Holly, I've got a thing about fucking you in the ass!"
"Oh, no, Mr. Kazarra-not that!"
"That or no money."
"Not even the five hundred?" Holly pleaded.
"Not even the five hundred." Frank sat back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.
Holly placed her hands on the desk. "Why don't you fuck that black girl you told me about screwing once a month-for rent money, no less!"
"Niggerbabies don't go for ass fucking."
"Why my ass, Mr. Kazarra? Why don't you get that woman you're so crazy about? The one who lives on your floor-that Thorne woman!"
"She's special, Holly."
"But why my ass?"
"Because you're the one I want to ass fuck!"
"Please, Mr. Kazarra!"
"Come here, Holly."
Holly Martin obeyed her boss. She walked to his chair looking crestfallen.
"Turn around," Frank ordered.
Holly turned and Frank lifted her skirt and said, "Bend over."
"Mr. Kazarra!" Holly said.
"Bend!"
Holly was almost in tears as she bent over the desk again. Frank quickly pushed his finger into Holly's puckered hole. When she tried to get away he held her around the waist and finger-fucked the opening that had never been used sexually.
When Holly quieted down Frank asked, "How do you like it?"
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra. I don't like it and will you please take your finger out!"
"Not until you say I can fuck it!"
"You would kill me! You really would, Mr. Kazarra."
"Nonsense, Holly. I'd go as easy with your ass as I do with your cunt. You can grease my prick with lots of Vaseline and I'll grease your ass. It will go in easy that way. Besides I promise to put in only what you can take. Okay?"
"It's such a chance, Mr. Kazarra!"
"Holly," Frank said as he continued to finger-fuck the hole, "I'm so set on fucking it-I've been lusting for it for months!"
Holly began to groan softly.
"See," Frank said. "You like it!"
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-your finger is so little compared to your cock!"
"I told you I'd go easy." Frank relentlessly pushed his finger into Holly's asshole. Then to make it worse he inserted another finger into her cunt!
Holly now spread her legs and said, "Keep doing it, Mr. Kazarra-you're going to make me come again!"
Frank stopped. "I won't until you say I can put my cock where my finger is."
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra, it's beginning to feel sensational! Please do it more!"
"Do I fuck your ass?"
"Yes, oh, yes! Do it!"
Frank finger-fucked Holly's asshole and cunt until her very beautiful ball of fire sent shivers over her body again. "Oh, you dirty Italian pig!" she cried and shivered as if a wave of cold air had hit her.