"Jack Taylor's office," Betty said, her voice soft and sexy as she spoke. "May I help you?"
"This is Mrs. Taylor," Janet replied, knowing full well that Betty was getting more time with Jack's cock than she was. "I'd like to speak to my husband please."
Betty let some of the cum-sucking quality drain from her words. She had never met her boss' wife, and wasn't interested in becoming friends with the woman. Her job was taking care of Jack, and she was damn good at her job.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Taylor," Betty said, "your husband is tied up at the moment, in a meeting. Perhaps I can take a message."
"Listen. Betty," Janet replied, her voice hardening by the second. "It's important that I speak to my husband."
Betty Hamilton wasn't easily gotten around. She knew that Jack wasn't interested in anything his wife had to say while he was in his office interviewing the newest addition to the company's a pool.
At that very moment, Jack was sitting on top of the new girl, pumping his cock between her naked tits. The young bitch's head was bent painfully forward, allowing her to lick the swollen head of his burning cock each time he thrust his hips forward.
"Mr. Taylor is in a most important conference, and has asked me to handle any emergencies that come up," Betty continued, holding Janet off.
Janet had been impressed by the talented way her husband's secretary took care of things. But that wore off quickly enough. Janet was a little too strong-willed to let Betty brush her off so easily.
"Listen, bitch," Janet bristled, "put my fucking husband on the phone right now!"
Betty analyzed the sound of Janet's voice before deciding what to answer. The woman on the phone seemed like she meant business, and Betty was sure she could handle her.
"Perhaps… I could… try," Betty stammered, realizing that she was up against someone with a stronger win than her own. "If it's really important?" she added.
"Stop fucking around," Janet demanded. "Put this fucking call through."
Betty stood up, taking the key to the inner office with her as she stepped out from behind her desk. She thought she could feel the overflowing juices of her cunt running down the inside of her firm thighs.
Betty stepped to her boss' door, quickly checked over her shoulder for any nosey busybodies, flipped the lock and slipped inside. The smell of steaming sex filled her nostrils. Jack and his nameless bitch had changed positions. She was now sitting on his face, enjoying his hard chin grinding into her crotch while his skilled tongue pushed its way deep up her asshole. Her entire body was bouncing up and down. Her sweaty tits heaved.
The girl riding Jack's face was smashed out of her mind. Betty glanced at her watch and realized that they had been going at it for the better part of two hours. The rug was littered with pills and bottles of booze. Half-smoked joints smoldered in the ashtrays.
Betty envied the fuck session that the little tramp had been treated to. She knew how good Jack Taylor was, and didn't like that face spread all over the fucking company. The whores working in the ad agency would line up outside his office for taste of hard-fucking cock.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor," Betty began, feeling rather foolish as the fucked-out whore grinned into her face. "I tried not to interrupt…" she continued, stopping when it was obvious that Jack wasn't hearing a thing she said.
Betty reached out, wrapped her fingers in the tramp's hair, and yanked her the hell off her boss. The stunned look on Jack's face brought a smile to his secretary's face. She pushed the limp girl out of the way and knelt down beside her boss' face.
"Sorry to bother you, baby," Betty said, leaning forward and pressing a lush kiss to his hot lips. She could taste the other woman's asshole on his mouth. "Your wife's on the phone. And it sounds serious. I tried to field it, but she insisted."
Jack liked the boldness his secretary had shown. He really didn't give a shit about the other bitch and hardly any attention when she started to complain.
"Shut the fuck up!" Betty snapped, sure that die could kindle the little whore.
"Okay, Betty," Jack said, reaching out and fondling the woman's fat, bra-less tits. "I forgive you, but you'll have to make it up to me in a little while."
Betty knew just what the sexy bastard was talking about. His fingertips toyed with her nipples, making them stand out against the thin, tight material of her white blouse. She couldn't think of a nicer way to spend the next couple of hours than getting fucked blind by her favorite stud.
Getting up wasn't as easy as Jack thought it would be. That little bitch had shown him one hell of a dine. He had lost count of how many loads of cum he spent that morning. His legs were weak as he walked around to the back of his desk and took the waiting cat.
"Let's go, sugar," Betty said, reaching down and helping the other girl up off the floor. "The party's over."
Jack was amused as he watched Betty hustling the little tramp back into her clothes. She really looked bugged, getting the bum's rush before the cum stopped rolling down her inner thighs. She was still seeing double, her mind flooded with booze and drugged with pills.
"What about that job, we spoke of!" the girl asked, turning her attentions back toward Jack.
Jack held up his hand to quiet the young woman before picking up his wife's waiting call. A quick signal to his secretary had the troublesome girl out of the room, before she had a chance to smooth out the wrinkles in her obscenely short skirt.
"Well it's about time," Janet sarcastically told her husband when he finally got on the line. "I was beginning to give up hope, figuring you forgot all about me."
"I'm sorry baby," Jack replied, pulling his pants back up and shoving his exhausted prick back inside them. "You know how crazy things can get around here," he continued, privately thinking about how wild they had just been with his new office slut. "What's up? Betty told me that you sounded a little upset."
Janet had come on strong with Betty to keep the tramp in her place. She really didn't have anything important to say to her husband and she felt a bit embarrassed by the stink she had made about speaking to him right then and there.
"I'm sorry it sounded that way," Janet said softly, stalling as she tried to think of something to tell him. "I was just calling to say hello and ask if you could pick up some Scotch on the way home. Barbara was by, and I'm afraid we polished off just about all the Scotch in the joint."
Janet kept her voice light, laughing at the little joke that she tried for. She was listening carefully, hoping to find out whether Jack was angry with her or not when she heard him laughing along she was able to relax.
Jack didn't really care enough about Janet to let her call bother him. Sure she had a great body, the best around, he told himself. But the fact was, he had become too used to her. Her thrilling curves lush figure were old hat to Jack, and he just couldn't get up a good head of steam looking at her anymore.
"Sure I'll bring home some Scotch, baby," Jack answered, watching as Betty returned, locking the inner office's door behind her. "The only problem is that I'm gonna be stuck here pretty late, I think."
A lewd smile curled up the corners of Betty's lips as she listened to her boss on the phone. The remark about a promised job that the other bitch made before leaving bothered Betty. She didn't like the idea of another ambitious slut looking to get ahead in the advertising business by fucking herself up the corporate ladder. Especially somebody that young, good-looking and horny.
Janet felt the usual disappointment that accompanied hearing that Jack was going to work late again, but she put it out of her mind quickly. As a matter of fact the disappointment she felt rapidly changed to excitement at the thought of another chance to get her hands on her son.
Jack pushed hit chair back from the desk, glad that Janet didn't seem to mind him working late again. As the conversation turned to anal talk, he watched Betty walking towards him. She was wearing tightly cut stacks, tailored to show off the perfection of her ass. A thin sweater covered her braless tits, outlining her hard, ripe nipples.
Betty hooked her fingers in the waistband of her sweater. With one swift movement, she pulled the garment off and tossed it into the corner, out of the way. Her bouncing boobs tumbled out.
Jack was glad he hadn't bothered to zip up the front of his pants. The sight of Betty's half-naked body made his cock as stiff as a board. The smooth-skinned head of his tool was beginning to swell proudly.
"I'm afraid I have to get back to business," Jack told his wife as he pulled out his cock for his secretary. "I'll bring home some booze, but you can order anything you want from the liquor store. The number's on the pad by the phone in the den."
"Now isn't that silly of me," Janet said, realizing that Jack had seen through her excuse for calling. "I should have thought of that, instead of calling you up and bothering you at the office," she continued.
"Don't give it a thought," Jack told her, catching his breath as he felt the warmth of Betty's lips against the bloated head of his dick. "Talking to you was a nice little break. But like I mentioned, Janet honey, I have to get back now."
When Betty heard the sound of the phone being cradled, she smiled to herself and doubled her efforts. The center stage was all hers, and Betty intended to show her boss just what she could do.
"All right, you cum-eating bitch," Jack began, "I told you before that you would have to make up for the interruption. Better get that cocksucking mouth of yours good and ready."
Jack reached down, wrapping his fingers in Betty's shoulder-length black hair. Holding her head steady, he thrust his hips up off the seat of his chair, ramming the thickness of his half-hard tool into his sexy secretary's mouth. The sound of Betty's deep moans started the cum boiling in Jack's hairy balls. And the feel of her fat tits pressed into the top of his thighs made his cock throb with lust.
"That's it, baby," Jack screamed, flashing the head of his cock against the back of her throat. "Suck the shit out of my prick! Suck the shit out of it!"
Betty's jaws ached under the assault of her boss' hot shaft, but she couldn't have cared less. Sucking down a load of lack's cum was more important than anything else in the world. Feeling his steaming juices coating her throat and dripping down into her quivering belly was the only thing she could think about as she slaved between his legs.
Betty was obsessed with the need for the man's hot cum. She felt as though her body needed doses of it, like some kind of narcotic. The young woman couldn't remember a time when she didn't crave the spent passions of climaxing studs. And she couldn't remember a more delicious, more satisfying load then Jack Taylor's.
His secretary's special hunger was no secret to Jack. He liked to use it to tease her, drive her crazy with lust. It made the horny bitch fuck that much wilder.
"Slow down a second," Jack said, pulling Betty's mouth off his cock by her hair. "You're too eager, baby. You should play a little hard to get, slut."
Jack laughed as Betty strained his grip on her hair, trying to get back to the sweetness of his swelling dick. He enjoyed watching her lips reach out to kiss the tip of his cock. Her hot breath felt great against the pee-slit at the blunt end of his cock.
"Please, darling, please don't do this to me," Betty begged, surrendering to the strength of his hold. "You know how good it'll feel if you let me work on that cock of yours. I'll give your balls a good licking too, not to mention the sucking your asshole's gonna get," she continued, trying to sound as wanton as she could.
"Tell me about it, tramp," Jack ordered. "Tell me how much you like sucking cock!"
"I'd much rather show you, darling," Betty replied, lunging forward again.
Jack allowed his secretary a good lick and suck of his throbbing cock before pulling her face out of reach of his cock. He intended having a lot more fun with his horny bitch before rewarding her with the hot cum she needed.
"I want to hear about it, baby," Jack insisted, pushing her out from between his legs. "Wiggle out of those pants and use that sexy voice of yours to turn me on."
Betty knew the game her boss was playing, and she hated it. But she also knew that there was no way around doing what Jack wanted. He was a real freak about her voice. When he was in that kind of a mood, there was no other way of satisfying him. But she had to admit that it made his cock really turn on, and always produced a huge load of steaming cum.
"You always do this to me when I really need the taste of your prick, don't you?" Betty asked coyly, slowly climbing to her feet. "I mean I always love a mouthful of your cock juice, but sometimes it just chives me crazy!"
Betty could see Jack's eyes focused on her fat tits. As she stood erect, her hand sought out the hard tips of her breasts. She tolled the sensitive nubs between her fingertips while her boss looked on.
"Let me tell you something, baby," Betty continued, "I'm never happier than when that fat cock of yours is slammed down my throat. Feeling those hairy balls bouncing against my chin when I tighten my lips around the base of your dick makes my pussy twitch, you big-pricked stud!"
"You know how to turn a guy on, whore," Jack said, wrapping his fingers around the exposed shaft poking through the folds of his pants.
"Take it easy with that fucker," Betty said, looking at the way Jack was stroking himself. "I think I would just faint if you let a load go to waste like that. I got a mouth just waiting to gobble the cum out of your prick. You know how I wine when you explode in my mouth, baby."
"Don't you worry about that, bitch," Jack replied.
"Can I trust a stud with a dick as big as yours, darling?" Betty whispered, her voice deep and warm. "I would believe anything you tell me, as long as you used that club on my cunt, mouth and asshole."
Betty's hands dropped down from her tits. She arched her back, thrusting the ripe melons out towards her admiring employer. Her hips began to rotate slowly, in time with imaginary music. The fingers of her right hand found the hidden zipper in the side of her slacks. With a quick flick of her wrist, she popped open the elastic waistband of her pants and unzipped the garment.
"I should have sucked your little playmate's pussy before throwing her the fuck out," Betty laughed. "I'll bet you dumped a lot more than one mouthful of hot cum up there."
"You would have loved the big load I shot up her asshole," Jack announced happily. "That whore has one hell of a talented shit box!"
Once again, Betty was annoyed when she saw how much her boss had enjoyed his fuck session that morning. She was hoping that the job he promised wasn't her own. Betty was even more determined to show Jack how good she still was.
"I bet you haven't forgotten how good my bugger-hole felt the last time you rammed your dick up there," she told him, pushing her slacks down over the swells of her pert ass.
Betty was wearing a sheer pair of black bikini panties, and the length of her deep asscrack was clearly visible through them. She turned to the side, letting her pants fall around her legs. She was showing off the inviting firmness of her ass.
"I'll make a deal with you, baby," Betty said, her slacks falling into a soft puddle around her ankles. "Let me gobble up the first steaming load of cum from your hot prick, and I'll throw you the best ass-fuck you ever had. What do you say, darling?"
Betty turned back towards Jack, stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. She stood dressed in sheer pantyhose, bikini panties and high heels. Her sopping cunt had drenched the material covering her crotch, making it almost transparent. From where he was sitting, Jack could count each cunt-hair covering her steaming red twat.
"Let me suck you, baby," Betty began. "Let me feel you come in my mouth, feel your balls pump cum down my throat. I want so much cum it drips over my chin and runs down my tits. But I promise to lick it up from my hot boobs. Your prick-juice is just too precious to waste."
Betty walked slowly back to her boss. She rolled her hips and ass with each step, and could see his eyes following the sway of her fat tits. The words continued to flow from her soft, sensual lips.
"Would you like me to lick your balls Jack?" she asked. "Or maybe suck up your asshole a little? I want to turn you on, stud," Betty told him as she lowered herself down between his legs. "I want a big load to gobble down, baby. I want to till up on that sweet treat."
Betty's fingertips caressed the hairy skin on Jack's inner thighs. She let her hot tits press against his legs as her hands stroked closer and closer to his churning balls. The smell of his horny dick filled her nostrils.
"I hope I'm not being too selfish?" Betty coyly asked, suddenly swooping down and planting a wet, hot kiss on the glowing crown of Jack's dick.
Before Jack could get a grip on her, Betty sat upright, her strong hands yanking his lop apart. She thrust her big tits into the stud's crotch, catching his burning prick like the other tramp had done that morning. She wanted to show him that her swollen boobs were the best around.
"God," Betty groaned, her hands crushing her tits against Jack's cock, "you have the hottest dick I ever felt. I hope you don't burn the shit out of my fat cans, cock stud!"
With that, Betty began humping her entire body against her boss' throbbing shaft. She was able to bend forward and lick his cockhead each time it pushed through the valley between her enormous breasts. And she never stopped talking, never stopped turning him on by spewing filthy words from her warm, sensual lips.
"Your cock feels good! Damn it, I can actually feel your fucking dick getting bigger!" Betty groaned. "Your whole cockshaft must be filling up with boiling cum. Your balls are pumping gallons. I can feel them… churning out cum for me to suck!"
Betty reached below Jack's body to grab hold of his balls. The horny stud's eager paws had grabbed his sweet slut's tits. He was really grinding them into his prick, pushing her throbbing nipples to the base of his prick as he fucked away at her ripe boobs.
"I'm close, you cum-eating whore!" Jack screamed, his eyes clamped shut as he thrust his entire body against Betty's.
Betty didn't have to be told how close he was to shooting his load. She could smell the cum ready to burst from his pee-slit. She was squirming into position, making sum that there was a clear path between that cum-filled cockhead and her hungry mouth.
"All right, you hot cockstud, pump that load of yours. Shoot it right up here into my mouth, you bastard!"
Betty's hands began working Jack's balls. She knew that would be too much for him to take. The secretary knew that she could play with a cock and pair of balls better than any other slut in the company. She really thought she was better than any piece of ass on all of Madison Avenue.
"That's it, baby! That's it!" Betty screamed, enjoying the first gulps of cum erupting from the cock she was fucking between her sweat-coated boobs.
The next spurts of cum splashed against Betty's nose, then dripped down into her mouth. She was afraid of losing too much of her stud's precious cock juice. Jack was still locking her tits around his dick, keeping her body just where it was. She had to bend her neck painfully to fit his exploding prick between her hungry lips.
The sound of Betty's words was replaced by the wet, slurping noises her mouth made as she savored each drop of hot cream. She was in ecstasy, sucking the cum from Jack's cock like a baby sucking milk from a bottle.
Jack finally let go of Betty's tits. He wanted to shave his cock all the way down her throat while coming. Nothing felt better than that whore's sucking lips urging the last drops of his load from the tip of his dick.
Betty took every inch of cock that Jack had to offer. She was choking or, the thickness of the shaft, but that didn't matter. If she were to drown in the flood of his jism, she couldn't think of a better way to go.
"There you go, tramp!" Jack hissed. "There's what you've been waiting for. Now suck every last drop, you drooling pig. Get my whole cock down your throat, bitch. If you waste one drop of my cum, I'll smash your fucking face in. Now suck, you sick slut. Suck the shit out of my prick!"
With that, the full force of Jack's load burst from his pee-slit. Betty felt as though the flow would be endless, and for the first time she really thought about drowning in his wonderful cum. While her right hand remained attentive to his emptying balls, her left hand found its way into the deep crack of Jack's ass.
"Harder, you tramp!" Jack hollered. "Ram that fucking finger of yours up my ass harder!"
Betty was more than happy to oblige. This was her sure-fire way of getting the last drops of cum out of her lover's dick. She had always found that if there was a little joy-juice to be had, a stiff finger up the bastard's ass was the quickest way to it.
As much as she hated the inevitable, Betty felt the quickly ebbing strength of the dick plunged deep down her throat. She knew that her boss liked to enjoy the echoes of his climax without Betty's cum-damp mouth munching his limp tool.
Exhausted, but with a bellyful of hot cum to satisfy her cravings, Betty slumped down onto the thickly carpeted floor. She was careful not to let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin of Jack's cock as it flipped from between her lips.
"That was good, baby," Jack finally said, slumping back into his desk chair. "You suck cock better then any other bitch I've ever had between my legs."
"I bet you say that to all the tramps that eat your nuts," Betty replied, laughing softly to make sure that her boss realized that she was only joking.
"There ain't nothing like your mouth when you're really wound up and ready for some serious sucking, baby," Jack continued. "Your mouth brings out the best in me, sugar," he laughed.
"Why you bastard!" Betty replied in such anger. "You said the very same thing about my asshole last time. You've got a regular little script that you use to keep your stupid cunts entertained with."
Betty rolled onto her side with her ass pointing towards Jack. She smiled over her shoulder at the intense look on his face as she slowly pushed her panties and stockings over the rounded perfection of her hard ass.
"Don't you remember telling me that right after you pulled your dick out of my shit box?" Betty asked, reaching back with one hand and prying open the crack between the two mounds of her buttocks.
"Now that you mention it, Betty honey," Jack laughed, reaching out and running a finger up the length of her asscrack.
Betty laughed wantonly as the tip of Jack's middle finger found the tight ring of her anus. She knew that it would be a while before his cock would be back up to any action, and that gave her a chance to enjoy her boss' skilled lovemaking.
"Hmmm, baby," Betty moaned contentedly, "that finger of yours is really something. You're making my clit throb. I'm gonna stain your carpet with cunt-juice if you're not careful."
Betty pushed her ass up into the air, making it easier for Jack to enjoy the various charms and pleasures of her supple body. The carpet was a little rough on her tits, but the wool pile thrilled her hard nipples.
"Let's get you ready for some loving, slut," Jack said, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
Betty was thrilled when Jack's free hand reached out and tore her stocking and panties from her legs. The garments hung like rags around her ankles. Her stud's finger started playing rough, stretching and twisting the tight ring of her asshole. She was shocked to see life already returning to her boss' exhausted tool.
Betty looked over her shoulder, into Jack Taylor's face. The viciousness she saw sent a new chill racing up her spine. Betty liked her sex on the brutal side. She didn't mind telling the bastard dirty stories. The humiliation was refreshing. But it didn't compare to the rough treatment that she knew the strong-willed stud was capable of.
"Remember how I like you when I'm using your asshole?" Jack asked, helping Betty to her feet without bothering to remove his finger from her steaming anal canal.
"Sure I do, baby," Betty replied, rolling her ass sexily as she led the way to his desk. "You like your ass high and dry," she continued lewdly, "an easy target for that big dick sticking out between your legs."
The only thing on Jack's desk was his phone, and Betty knocked that to the floor. She climbed across the polished walnut top, her boobs and nipples crushed painfully against the wood. She kept her ass nice and high, wiggling it for Jack's amusement.
Betty felt her lover's finger suddenly torn from the steaming chamber of her asshole. The walls of the chamber were still bruised from Jack's last buggering session and the little tramp was hoping that she would be able to take the punishment. At least she knew it wouldn't be necessary for her to hide the pain that she felt. Her boss loved the agony that twisted her beautiful features when he abused her.
"Hang on, bitch," Jack warned.