Her cunt muff glistened with pussy-juice and she parted her fleshy cunt flaps with a self-conscious smile. "I'll bet you think I'm just terrible," she said.
"I think you're lovely," he said, staring at her snatch.
He rose up and stalked over to the door. He turned the key and returned to the sofa. He pushed his pants down and then his shorts and her eyes widened at the sight of his prick.
It was stiff and throbbing and thicker than any cock she'd ever seen. Not that she'd seen that many. In high school she'd gone with the same boy for years. And when they'd broken up, she'd fucked a few more boys her age. But Mr. Young was a mature man and his cock looked different. More masculine somehow. And more fierce.
"Do you like it?" he hissed, taking her hand and curling her fingers around his dick.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed.
"Squeeze it," he said.
She clasped his cockshaft between her palms and rolled it back and forth. She squeezed down and felt his thick stalk pulsate against her skin.
She thought about her roommates, Laura and Susan. Both girls worked at Century Ltd. as secretaries. Laura had been the one to get Terry her job. She wondered what Laura would say if she could see Terry now. With her hands full of Mr. Young's prick.
"Don't take your bra off!" he hissed as she released his cock. It swayed and bobbed in the air and he grabbed her hand and held it against him. "I find it much more sexy when your tits are covered," he said. "Wet your finger and run it up and down my dick."
Terry wondered suddenly if he was a little kinky. But she realized it was too late to stop so she licked a finger and got it wet with her saliva and then rubbed it up and down his fuckpole.
"Use your nails!" he said.
She scraped her long sharp nails lightly up and down his fuck-stick.
"Harder!" he said.
"I don't want to hurt you," she said.
"Don't worry about that," he said. "Do it."
She was becoming convinced he was flaky, but did as he asked. She dragged her nails up and down his pulsating shaft and watched as a gush of whitish cream oozed out of his piss slit.
"Squeeze it," he said and the horny secretary gripped his cock-root and squeezed hard.
More cock-cream oozed out of his pisser and ran down onto his shaft. Some of it trickled down onto her hand and she had a wild desire to lick it off.
"Suck my dick," he said and the turned-on brunette's heart pounded.
"Now?" she said, thrilled at the prospect of tasting his spunk.
"Of course, now," he snickered. "Here, get between my legs on the floor. Go on, honey. Suck my dick."
She slipped down onto the rug between his legs and lapped her tongue over her hand. He laughed when she licked up the jism clinging to her fingers.
"When you're through licking your hand you can start on my prick," he said.
She blushed and opened her mouth wide. "Like this?" she whispered, lashing her tongue over his juiced-up gaping hole.
She led the base of his dick and fluttered her tongue back and forth over his pisser. He grunted his approval and held his hands around her head in a vise-like grip as she saturated his cockhead with her saliva.
She tried to plunge her tongue into his piss slit and licked hungrily on the flared rim under his knob. She giggled nervously as she held his cockshaft and rubbed her moist lips over his cock-knob.
"Suck it into your mouth!" he hissed, her head imprisoned in his hands.
Terry opened her mouth wide and closed her lips over his cockhead. He sighed deeply and loosened his grip on her head as she sucked an inch of his fuckpole into her mouth.
He winced as his tool disappeared into her saliva-filled mouth. She sucked him in until his fuck-knob reached her throat and then she released it.
She clamped her lips tightly over his cockhead and worked her tongue over his meat. He lurched forward and plunged his dick deep into her mouth.
Her bra-covered tits pressed against his knees and she trembled when he reached down and closed his fingers over both huge melons. She wondered why he didn't want to see her tits. She liked having her tits caressed and stroked and licked. She loved when a man sucked her nipples into his mouth and bit down hard on the puckered berries. But he had said he wanted her to keep her tits covered. Well, it takes all kinds, she thought.
She continued tonguing his prick as he fondled her boobs. His cock seemed to grow as she whipped her tongue up and down his shaft. She squeezed his balls and he groaned.
Saliva ran out of the corners of her mouth as she chomped hungrily on his dick. When he told her to scratch her nails over his balls, she did as he asked.
"That's good!" he gasped. "Harder! Don't be afraid to hurt me!"
She dug her nails into his balls and sucked his cock into her cheeks. She used one hand to squeeze his cock-root and the other to scratch his nuts.
She began bobbing her head up and down, taking his prick into her throat with each thrust of her lips. He told her to suck harder and she raced her lips up and down his shaft as he trembled and dumped his load into her mouth.
She sucked like a mad woman as his jism splashed into her throat. She loved taking a load in her mouth. There was something about the taste and feel of a man's cream in her mouth that drove her wild with excitement.
He tangled his fingers in her long hair and plunged his dick in and out of her mouth. Again and again he split her lips in two with his thrusting fuckpole.
When he had blasted the last drop of jizz into her mouth, he released her and collapsed against the sofa. She swallowed the last wad of spunk and spit his cock out of her mouth.
She licked her lips and pressed her tits against his knees. She gazed at him and felt her pussy erupt in a mini-orgasm. "Oh, my!" she squealed as the sensations gripped her.
"Don't tell me you came?" he panted.
She climbed back onto the sofa and cuddled up against him. "Just a little," she whispered.
"We've still got a little time!" he hissed as he stroked her tits. "How about a little suckysuck?"
She gazed at him with puzzled eyes. "Suckysuck?" she said.
He slid his hand between her thighs and stroked her wet gash. "You need a little suckysuck," he snickered. "And I'm just the boy to do it."
Now he crouched on the floor between her wide-spread thighs and pressed his face against her twat.
"You smell just like a bitch in heat," he chuckled as he ran his tongue up and down her hairy slit.
"Oh, Mr. Young!" she gasped, leaning back against the sofa and holding her tits as he dipped his tongue into her puffy-lipped twat.
She squirmed her ass on the cool leather as he plunged his tongue into her cunthole. He held her hips and tongued her gash while she squeezed her tits.
"My cock is getting hard again," he said. "I just love pussy!"
"I'm coming, Mr. Young!" she gasped. "Not so loud!" he said, flicking his tongue tip over her clit.
She tossed her head from side to side as the lovely sensations of her orgasm raged through her pussy. "Oh, my!" she whimpered. "Oh, God, I'm coming!"
CHAPTER TWO
When Terry told her roommates about the afternoon with Mr. Young, both girls giggled.
"I was wondering how long it would take," Laura said.
"Did he fuck you?" Susan said. Terry admitted he hadn't and the redhead smirked. "He almost never fucks," she said, "He's a man who prefers sucking. Too bad. He's got a real nice cock."
Terry was beginning to wake up. She realized now that she had led a sheltered life. She didn't want her roommates to know just how inexperienced she was so she nodded and agreed that yes, some men preferred sucking.
The weeks went by and the brunette secretary found herself slipping into the routine at Century Ltd.. The routine of work and play combined. She hadn't fucked anyone yet, but she had sucked Mr. Young off a few more times and one of the other men in her department had groped her in the coat closet.