"I'll be careful," he smiled as he broke the kiss. "Let's just get that sweater off."
He suddenly tugged at her sweater and pulled it over her head before she had a chance to object. In a moment she was standing before him, her bra-covered tits bursting out of the flimsy lace cups, and her hair disheveled.
He grinned as he unsnapped her bra and yanked it off her body. Her massive, pointed tits stood out from her chest. He gazed at her, his eyes narrowed to a slit.
She knew she had gorgeous tits. Her rib cage was small as was her waist, making her already-huge tits appear even larger.
Now Greg bent down and opened his mouth. He rubbed his moist lips over one pink nipple and his tongue over the other. Her nipples quivered like two ripe berries and her pussy twitched as he licked around her massive jugs.
She held his head and moaned as he sucked and nibbled and licked her boobs. His hands were busy exploring her bare ass and cunt and thighs. He stroked her damp snatch-hair and ran his finger up and down her quivering cuntlips.
He caressed the skin showing at the top of her stocking and snaked his fingers into her asscrack. Terry strained against him and trembled as he touched her most sensitive spots.
"What about it, Terry?" he said at one point. "Have you decided how and where you want it?"
"You decide," she whispered.
"That's the trouble with you girls," he said, standing straight now and toying with her tits. "You want equal rights, but you don't want to make any decisions."
Terry was so aroused, she didn't even listen to his words. "But I don't care," she said. "Surprise!"
"Okay, baby," he said, releasing her and unzipping his pants.
He pushed his pants down to his knees and then off his feet. He reached for her again, his cock straining against his shorts and the hot secretary had never been so excited in her life.
"Wait," he said. "Let me get these off."
He slipped his shorts off then and his cock sprang up, rock-hard and throbbing. Terry's heart pounded so loud and fast she wondered if he could hear it.
Once again he crouched down on the floor, running his tongue up and down her thighs and stroking her ass and belly and tits. He lapped his tongue slowly and teasingly over her smooth belly and navel.
He held her ass in his hands and pried her asscheeks apart. He rubbed her bung and stabbed a fingertip against the tight little hole.
"Did you ever get it in the back door?" he said.
"Not really," she said, her voice quavering.
"We'll have to do it sometime," he said. "But now bend over this chair, honey. Bend over the arm and stick that pretty ass up in the air."
She did as she was told. When she was as hot as she was now, she needed to be told what to do. Maybe all women did. She didn't know. But as she bent over the chair and stuck her ass out, she felt like Eve offering the apple to Adam.
Greg pressed his cock against her ass and reached around to caress her tits. He guided his prick over her snatch and with one thrust forward placed the head of his cock inside her drooling cunt flaps.
The pressure on her clit almost made her come. Her blood raced as he rubbed his cockknob against her pussy-pocket. And then with one smooth motion and a lurch of his hips, he drove his ramrod-stiff prick into her slime coated cunthole.
He grunted as he pushed forward and filled her fuck-hole with his boner. "Shit, you've got a tight cunt," he hissed.
He moved his hips back and forth as he plunged his dick in and out of her inflamed gash. Terry gasped as she felt his prick invade her body. Her tits hung over and swung back and forth as he jarred her with his thrusting prick.
He held her around the waist now as he pushed his cock balls-deep into her twat. His balls slapped her ass and she wondered what it would be like to have his stiff seven-incher in her asshole.
Suddenly he pulled out and grabbed her hand. "Come here," he said, pulling her over to the wall. "Lean against the wall and spread your legs," he said. "I wanna try something."
His eyes glittered as she leaned against the wall, her ass stuck out. Once again he guided his prick against her cunthole and shoved it inside.
She leaned the palms of her hands against the wall, crouched down with her legs spread wide. But his cock slipped out of her cunt and he chuckled as he pushed her down onto the floor.
"Come on down here," he said as he mounted her.
He stuffed his fuckpole into her gash and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He began driving in and out of her snatch with pile-driving thrusts of his dick.
The horny secretary's body was wracked with the exquisite spasms of her climax and her cunt contracted and sucked his prick. She shuddered and moaned, but Greg held on and controlled his orgasm.
"Shit, do you always come that fast?" he panted.
He stroked harder and faster and in a moment sent a gusher of ropy jism shooting into her pussy. She draped her legs over his shoulders and fucked back at his spurting dick.
She squeezed her cunt-muscles around his prick as he continued plunging his fuckpole in and out of her depths. When his balls were drained, he left his limp cock inside her and they rocked back and forth together on the carpet.
He hovered over her, caressing her hair and moving a strand out of her eyes. She felt his prick stir and grow inside her and he began fucking her again.
"What do you say we have a good steak somewhere?" he said, as he plastered his lips over one of her jutting tits.
"Whatever you say, Greg," she whimpered. "One of these days you're going to have to make a decision," he said, lazily stroking her gash.
"But not now," she sighed. "Now, just fuck me, Greg. Just fuck me."
CHAPTER FOUR
It was tradition. Every year on the company president's birthday they had a big party. No husbands and wives were invited and the booze and food flowed.
This year was the first time Terry and her roommates would attend. They all three dressed carefully and Terry piled her hair on top of her head and wore her tightest sweater.
The party began at noon and lasted until the wee hours. There was a rock band in the company cafeteria and a piano player in one of the larger conference rooms.
The lavish buffet was set up in the main reception room and there were bars all over the place. For the first time in her life Terry tried drinking the hard stuff and became stoned almost immediately.
"I'll take care of her," Brad Frazier assured Laura.
Terry giggled and clung to him. "Yummy!" she said.
"I don't feel so good," Laura said, and she dashed for the ladies room to throw up.
"I think you'd better lay down," Brad said, taking Terry's arm and guiding her down the hall.
"I'll go too," Bill Dunlap, a good friend of Brad's said.
Both men bustled her down the hall and Terry's feet barely touched the floor. They dropped her onto a sofa and left her alone in the room.
She gazed around and giggled drunkenly. She loved the attention she was receiving from Brad, but wished he'd return. Bill was cute too, she thought as she tried to get up. She slumped back onto the sofa. There was no way she could stand.
She glanced around the room and giggled mindlessly. She was vaguely aware of a strange feeling in her pussy. She moved her hands to her cunt and rubbed her gash through her clothes. Electric-like sparks raged through her and she realized in that moment that every nerve-ending in her body was tingling.
She began to wonder if Brad and Bill were going to return at all. Maybe they were going to leave her here to sleep it off. But she didn't feel like sleeping. She lay there floating in space while she moved her hands over her pussy and stroked herself.
"You started without us," a deep voice said.
She glanced up into Brad's eyes. "You're back!" she giggled.