On Friday night Keith Broys licked his first cunt. On Saturday Eno Yaw fucked his first teeny-bopper. But on Wednesday, in his office, in the downtown section of the city, Frank Kazarra fucked his secretary as he had been doing for at least five years-and that-includes a year before his wife died!
Holly Martin was bent over the long end of Frank's desk. She was busy going through an account book that listed the monetary transactions of the Kazarra Apartments.
Frank was busy behind her. Her skirt was up over her back, which exposed her finely shaped legs and full buttocks, which in themselves were a sight to see! The lips of her fat cunt were covered with black hair, and she was wearing a white girdle that held up expensive nylon stockings.
Frank said, "Are you ready for my prick, Holly?"
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra," Holly said, "I'm waiting for it!"
Holly's legs were spread and the lips of her cunt were slightly parted. All considered, she exhibited an attractive rear end.
Frank pulled his stiff prick from his pants. Its long length stood out straight. For many Wednesdays it had poked its head into the hole under the parted lips without being guided to that dainty vestibule by hand.
"Here it comes," Frank said. He grabbed Holly's broad hips in his hands and pushed the head of his cock into that divine opening.
"Stay, Mr. Kazarra!" Holly said.
Frank had obeyed that command from the first day he had fucked his secretary.. She had made him take it easy because, as she said, "Mr. Kazarra-your cock is so big it can kill me!" But by the time his balls had triggered the juice into Holly's passage that first time, his cock had ended up-all the way in!
Unlike the slender prick of Eno Yaw, Frank's was fat-a real article of flesh to bring pleasure to any willing cunt.
Holly's elbows were on the desk to support her torso. She closed the account book to get ready for the weekly rigmarole that had always gone with their screwing.
"Do you remember how we started fucking, Mr. Kazarra?" Holly asked. Her black hair shone and every strand was in place-on her head! It was like a cap with bangs to eyebrows and softly waved backward from bangs to neck.
"You tell me, Holly," Frank said. He enjoyed his Wednesdays and was in no hurry to end a session that had become so important to him.
Frank fucked his secretary once a week and Phyllis Reger once each month. It was enough sexual intercourse for him. He was not like the average Italian man whose ego makes him think he is Nature's gift to women. Frank was content with his limited access to cunt; he seldom looked for more than he had lined up.
"It was in May-five years ago, Mr. Kazarra. I was going on my vacation in June and needed more money for a better time. I asked you for five hundred dollars-what a nerve I had!"
"What a nerve you got!" Frank said.
Holly had learned not to move her ass during the beginning of their screwing bout. "You can say that again, Mr. Kazarra!" Holly said as she squeezed the muscles doctors call the constrictor cunni.
"What did I say about the five hundred?" Frank was leisurely prodding the cunt with his cock, going only halfway in.
"You said, 'Where's your collateral?' I didn't have any so I lifted my skirt and said, Here it is!"
Frank laughed at the recollection. "What did I do, Holly?"
"Oh, that feels so good, Mr. Kazarra. My husband's prick is so small I can hardly feel it when he puts it in there."
"Holly-what did I do?"
"You gave me the five hundred!"
"And then?" Frank pushed another inch of cock into Holly's chamber.
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-you are a real fucker!"
"Yeah," Frank said.
"You waited until I returned from my vacation before you fucked me."
"But it wasn't a fucking to brag about, huh?"
"How was I to know you had a cock like a horse? I was so scared of it, Mr. Kazarra."
"Yeah-but the first fuck wasn't smooth, was it?"
"No."
"Why wasn't it?"
"Because you wanted to suck my breasts and fuck me on the couch, lying down. I just wouldn't!"
"Because you are a finicky bitch, right?"
"I don't like my clothes mussed up, Mr. Kazarra; nor my hair. I like to stay neat at all times around the office."
"So?" Frank diddled slowly. He liked Holly to tell the story of their first intercourse.
"We agreed that I would bend over your desk so you could fuck me."
"What did I do then?"
"You pulled up my skirt and placed it neatly over my back-when I insisted! Then you pulled down my panties so they dropped to the floor and you looked at my cunt. When I said, 'Is there something wrong with it?' you fingered it. Oh, Mr. Kazarra-you were so gentle!"
"You have some cunt, Holly. It is big enough to take all my prick."
"Not at first, I didn't! When you pushed it in that first time it felt like you were splitting my twat wide open. I said, 'Stay, Mr. Kazarra!' I was terrified! Jim's little prick was the first and only one I'd ever known. Imagine what your club was like going into my cunt?"
"I can imagine, Holly. Tell me about Jim."
"My husband was never a fucker like you, Mr. Kazarra. He's a cuntlapper, but a real professional one. When he licks my cunt I'm in paradise. I really believe he could make money with his tongue."
"Like you make it with your cunt, Holly?"
"That's different, Mr. Kazarra-oh, you called me a whore!"
"You fucked for five hundred!"
Holly laughed. "That does make me a whore- a high-priced one."
"Does Jim lick your cunt often, Holly?"
"Every night when I get home! He's a glutton for cunt, Mr. Kazarra. And Wednesday-Mr. Kazarra, he can't wait for me to get home!"
Frank put another inch in and asked, "Why is Wednesday so important?"
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-it's so good!"
"Tell me," Frank said.
Holly hesitated and squeezed her cunt muscles again. "Jim knows you fuck me on Wednesdays."
"What?"
"Don't worry, Mr. Kazarra. Jim likes it because you do fuck me."
"Well, I'll be a sonofabitch! You never mentioned that before!"
"I know, Mr. Kazarra. I didn't want to upset you because I didn't want you to stop screwing me."
"But how does Jim take it?-I mean I'd get mad if I knew another man was fucking my wife!"
"Thank God, Jim is not like that," Holly said, liking the slow rhythm of Frank's prick in her cunt. "I told you he would rather lick a cunt than fuck it."
"My God, woman; he's one man in a million!"
"I know it. We've been married twenty years and Jim has screwed me-"
"Say fuck," Frank said. "He has fucked me once a week and sucked me every night for those twenty years!"
"Christ-he must be quite a sucker."
"He's a perfect cuntman, Mr. Kazarra."
"And you like to be sucked off that often?"
"If you were a woman you could understand the delight a man's tongue can give a woman's cunt. Jim's so good! He creates sexual rhapsodies on my twat that I can't resist."
"What about Wednesdays, Holly?"
"Put a little more in, Mr. Kazarra. It feels so good." Holly grunted slightly as another inch of hard flesh penetrated her interior. "Jim likes Wednesdays because he knows you fuck me and he can suck your come off my twat."
"What a man!" Frank said. "Imagine wanting to suck my juice off your cunt!"
"Jim gets a big bang out of that, Mr. Kazarra. He likes it so well that Wednesday is the best day for me. He even makes me tell him how you fuck me while he's lapping at my cunt!"
"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.
"You won't go back on your word, Holly?" Frank asked. He wiped his finger with a tissue and stood up.
"Promise me you will put in only what I can take?"
"I promise, Holly."
"When do you want to do it that way?"
"Next Wednesday."
"All right." Holly adjusted her skirt. "You said a thousand?"
"Of course."
Holly laughed. "I'll take it!"
Frank started to walk toward the office bathroom. He turned and said, "Have a good vacation, Holly."
"I will, Mr. Kazarra, if your cock doesn't send me to the hospital!"
"Don't worry about that-we'll do it easy," Frank went to the bathroom door. When he opened it he said, "Take the rest of the day off, Holly. Let your husband suck my come off your twat before it dries."
"Oh, Mr. Kazarra-tonight he'll even suck my ass!"
"Don't forget your cunt, Holly."
"Jim would never neglect that! I told you he's the best cuntlapper in the world!"
"Amen!" Frank said just before he disappeared into the bathroom.
So with her cheeks rosy and every strand of hair still in place, Holly Martin went home to her husband.