"Unngggh! Oh, Mr. Graham! Feels so good! Fuck my little asshole, Mr. Graham. Fuck my itchy little asshole!"
It was ten the next morning. Cheryl was lying on her new boss' office floor again, on her belly this time. Her dress was hiked up to her waist, and her panties were crumpled on the rug beside her. A jar of petroleum jelly was open next to her. Cheryl was holding her ass cheeks wide apart, gasping and groaning as her hung, horny boss speared his enormous fucker slowly into the rubbery ring of her shitter.
"It's tight," Graham panted.
He humped steadily on top of her, obviously being careful not to hurt her, slowly stuffing inch after inch of his big fuck-pole into the sucking sheath of her asshole.
It was Cheryl who had suggested the assfucking this time, despite her strong reluctance to be ass-fucked by Mr. Wayne only a day before. Her asshole had started getting hot and horny on her way to work that morning, as she thought about how big her new boss' prick was. She had, of course, done plenty of wake-up fucking with Kenny, but they hadn't gotten around to ass-fucking, and Cheryl had been just dying to see what Mr. Graham's huge cock would feel like stuffed between her ass cheeks.
"Harder! Unh, unh, ram it in!"
Cheryl thrust both hands under her belly, no longer needing to hold her buns spread open now that her boss had his prick securely embedded in her ass. Feverishly, she started finger-fucking her cunt hole with one hand, rolling her clit with the other, simultaneously fucking her stretched, tender asshole onto the bowel reaching stiffness of Mr. Graham's prick.
"Deeper, Mr. Graham! Unh, unh, unh, my asshole loves your big boner! Oh, shit, oh fuck! Fuck me with it! Fuck my horny little asshole till I can't even walk!"
Graham grunted, coming down hard, panting on her shoulder as he suddenly fucked every inch of his enormous pisser into the hot tightness of her ass guts. For several seconds, he lay motionless on top of her, giving his cock a chance to soak in the constant, sucking grip of her shit channel. Then he started stroking slowly and gently at first, fucking his big prick through the Vaseline-slickened tightness of her bowels.
"Harder!" Cheryl kept on finger-fucking, wildly thrusting her stretched, tender asshole onto the stiffness of his prick.
"Unnngggh! My asshole loves your big boner, Mr. Graham! Oh, fuck me! My asshole needs to cum!"
Spurred on by her obscenities, the hung, horny boss started ramming her shit hole much harder, grunting as he fucked his oozing pisser in and out of her ass. Cheryl humped to meet his rhythm, wriggling and bucking, fucking her wide-open asshole onto his cock. Soon the boss and secretary were fucking in rhythmic unison, oblivious to everything except the in-out thrusting of his giant fuck-shaft in her ass.
"Gonna cum!" Cheryl squealed. She humped in a frenzy of fuck-passion, tirelessly jacking off her pussy and ass-fucking Mr. Graham's boner at the same time. "Unngggh, unh, unh, it's so long, it's so fat! Fuck my horny little asshole! Oh, shit, fuck, comming now!"
Her asshole spasmed violently, contracting around his hard-on, sucking every inch of his huge, ass-probing cock. Graham grunted, fucking harder than ever, the morning's first load of cum churning deep inside his balls.
Cheryl squealed in ecstasy as she felt the hot sticky cum fountaining inside her. Again and again, the warm cum blasted up her asshole, soothing the itchy walls of her stretched ass guts with a drenching load of cum. Hungrily, she kept wriggling and humping under her boss, flexing her shitting muscles to drain all the cum out of his cock.
"I just can't believe you love to suck cock so much," Graham said.
Cheryl didn't answer. It was 11:30 a.m. now, and Cheryl had noticed a few minutes before that Mr. Graham's cock had started bulging again while they worked together in the office. Perhaps it had been the sight of her giant tits, so well exposed by her clinging dress. Cheryl didn't know or care. What she did know was that she'd just had to offer to suck Mr. Graham's big prick again the moment she'd seen it was stiff.
He was sitting behind his desk now, sprawled on the swivel chair, sighing as he watched her fuck her mouth on his pisser. Cheryl knelt in front of him, her fingers wrapping tightly around the root of his fuck-pole, wildly slurping and gurgling on the knob of his prick.
"Gonna cum!" He held her head tightly. "Suck it, Cheryl, suck my cock! Unngggh! Gonna cum!"
Cheryl sucked the man's tasty boner as hard as she could, coating the jizz-oozing crown with a sheen of spit. The cock rod was as hard as iron, pulsing on the roof of her mouth. Cheryl puckered her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could, whipping her right hand furiously up and down the cock shaft. "Cummiiiinnnnnggggg!"
His cum-load started squirting, cascading into her mouth, rewarding her cock-sucking efforts with a frothy outpouring of jism. Cheryl clung eagerly to the cum-quirting pisser, jacking and sucking at the same time.
She was still sucking cock and swallowing cum when they were suddenly interrupted by the ringing phone.
"Shit!" Graham said.
He leaned across the desk, picking up the receiver even as his busty teenaged secretary kept fucking her mouth with his oozing prick. Then, after a minute of listening, his expression changed to one of nervous fear.
"Right away," Graham said. "Yes, Ms. Benson. Yes, she'll be right up. I promise."
Graham put the receiver back in the cradle, and then he surprised Cheryl by pushing her gently but firmly off his prick. Cheryl sat back on her heels, looking up at him curiously, still happily licking the traces of cock cream from the corners of her mouth.
"That was Peggy Benson," Graham said.
"Who's she?"
"She's Mr. Archer's secretary."
"Who's Mr. Archer?"
Graham rolled his eyes. "Mr. Archer, young lady, is the president of this company!" Graham sighed. "And his executive secretary is nearly as important, which Ms. Benson happens to be. I'm afraid she's a bit more important than me, in fact."
"So?"
"You're wanted in Mr. Archer's office, young lady! They said they're very short handed up there, and Ms. Benson insists they need my new secretary to help out. And please, whatever you do, handle yourself as well as possible." Graham smiled feebly. "The last thing I want to do is let you go now."
Half of the building's fourth floor was reserved for the presidential offices, and the big-titted teenager felt suitably impressed as she strode down the long, red-carpeted corridor to Mr. Archer's private suites.
Golly, these furnishings sure had cost a lot of money, Cheryl thought. She fingered an antique-looking vase stationed outside the towering double doors, and wondered if the Metro Industries shareholders knew anything about the elaborate decor.
"Come in," a cold female voice said from inside.
Cheryl turned the massive doorknob and let herself in. The outer office she now found herself in was vast, with floor-to-ceiling windows affording a spectacular view of Metro City. Stationed at the center of this outer office was a single desk, behind which sat a slim, statuesque, immaculately dressed woman in her mid-thirties.
It was only as she meekly crossed the room and stood in front of the desk that Cheryl also saw – or rather, couldn't help noticing – that the woman also had an incredibly huge pair of tits. Even bigger than her own, though the woman was also quite a bit taller.
The woman, at first, didn't acknowledge Cheryl's presence. Then she sat back behind the desk, studied Cheryl coldly, and made a sniffing sound. Despite her snotty manner, she was quite pretty. Cheryl found herself staring at the woman's long, wavy black hair.
"I'm Cheryl," the girl said.
"I would have guessed," the woman replied with a sneer, staring significantly at Cheryl's giant tits. "I'm Peggy Benson, Mr. Archer's personal secretary."
"Oh. Okay. It's good to meet you."
"I wish I could say the same."
"Mr. Graham said you've got some special work for me to do. I… I'm afraid I'm not that… I'm afraid I'm not that fast a typist, but I can still…"
"Be quiet!"
Cheryl blinked, staring. The woman's full lips curled in a snide smile. She drummed her fingers on the desk.
"Mr. Graham thinks there's some extra work here," she said. "But what he thinks and what is actually the case are separate things. I told that to Mr. Graham so he'd send you without giving me any shit about it. I wanted to have a look at you, Cheryl."
"I… I guess I… I guess I don't know what… to say."
"Let me just ask you this. Which have you spent more time doing, Cheryl? Fucking your new boss or improving your typing speed?"
Cheryl just stared at the executive secretary, struggling to comprehend the significance of what had just been said to her. Ms. Benson's full lips curled in a knowing smile. She pushed her chair away from the desk, folded her arms under her giant tits and looked up at Cheryl haughtily.
"I… I don't think I really know what you mean," Cheryl said nervously.
"Of course you do. I know everything that goes on at Metro Industries. I know why you were removed from Mr. Wayne's supervision, and I also know what a notorious liking Mr. Graham has for young, bosomy girls. I'm sure you had his cock in your mouth as soon as you started working for him. Don't you dare try to deny it!"
Cheryl just stood still, quivering with shame and embarrassment, wondering how she could get out of this awful new predicament. Then Ms. Benson rose, standing a full four inches taller than Cheryl as she crossed the room and glowered at the busty blonde.
"I have a nice body, don't I?" Ms. Benson hissed.
"Wh-what? I… I don't understand."
"I said, do I have a nice body? You heard me. And I used my body to get where I am." Ms. Benson nodded, anticipating Cheryl's reaction. "That's right. Used it. I make four thousand dollars a month. I'm Mr. Archer's secretary, exclusively. Mr. Archer also happens to have something of a liking for large-breasted women. It's a liking I'm happy to satisfy."
Peggy Benson stepped very close, so close that Cheryl almost felt physically afraid.
"Johnson Archer is mine. All mine. You are never, ever to come up here and parade those big knockers of yours in front of him. He's my meal ticket, and if I ever think you're trying to steal him from me, I'll nail your little fanny but good!"
"But I wasn't even thinking about anything like that!"
"Then you don't have anything to worry about, do you?" Ms. Benson smiled haughtily. "Of course, now I'd like you to do me another favor."
The tall, stacked brunette stepped back, sliding her shapely ass onto the desk top behind her. Then she shocked the girl by swiftly pulling her dress up, exposing stockings, garter belts, and an absence of panties. Cheryl's eyes bulged as she ogled the very hairy black bush fringing the executive secretary's cunt.
"I want you to lick me," Ms. Benson hissed.
"What?"
"Do it, you little tramp, unless you want to be looking for another job this afternoon! Right now, Cheryl! I've got the clout to get you fired any time."
"But, Ms. Benson!"
"I said get on your knees and start eating cunt, you little whore!" Ms. Benson hissed. "Two more seconds of dawdling and you're fired! Eat it, Cheryl, right now!"
And then Cheryl did it. Everything was moving so fast, she felt, too fast for her to really decide if what she was doing was right or wrong. Ms. Benson's pussy was all wet and sticky, and Cheryl could actually smell the tangy, fishy fuck-juices across the room. If she didn't do what Ms. Benson wanted, she'd be looking for another job. Cheryl realized that she just didn't have any choice but to start licking pussy immediately.
It was for her brother's career.
"That's a good girl," Ms. Benson smiled, pleased by Cheryl's submissiveness as the busty blonde crossed the room and knelt in front of the desk. "Now you just be a sweet little whore and put your mouth right on my pussy, Cheryl."
Cheryl submissively kissed her way up the older secretary's thighs, blushing with shame, yet, feeling her own cunt moistening with arousal. She pressed her mouth on Ms. Benson's hairy cunt bush, tasting another woman's hot, creamy pussy for the first time.
Gosh, it really tasted good! It was almost as fantastic as locking her lips around a big, throbbing cock and sucking out a bellyful of cum. Cheryl started licking and lapping immediately, more excited than she'd ever thought she could be, her fat nipples stiffening in her bra cups as she tasted the musky wetness of Ms. Benson's pussy.
"Mmmm, that's a good girl," Ms. Benson purred. The huge-titted older brunette clutched Cheryl's head lightly, beginning to hump and rock her ass cheeks off the desk. "You like licking pussy, don't you, Cheryl? It makes you horny to taste another woman's pussy, doesn't it?" Cheryl was too busy eating pussy to answer. Yes, it definitely was making her horny! She raised her hands, pressing Ms. Benson's outer cuntlips with her fingers, parting them delicately. This revealed the pink inner juiciness of the older secretary's pussy, and the fat little nub of her clit.
Ms. Benson shuddered as Cheryl started licking and lapping the ultra-sensitive nubbin, pushing it from side to side with her tongue. Ms. Benson's inner thighs twitched as Cheryl took the fat, nut-sized clit between her lips, sucking it forcefully, guiding the older woman steadily to orgasm.
"Oh, you little bitch, that's right," Ms. Benson groaned throatily. "Suck it, you little cunt! Unngghhh! Suck my pussy! Unnggh! Oh, put your fingers in it now! I need to cum!"
Cheryl straightened her fingers, gently worming them into the narrow, sucking interior of Ms. Benson's fuck-channel. Then she started jacking the older woman off, fast and hard, banging her knuckle rhythmically on the puffy outer lips of Ms. Benson's fuck-hole.
Her tongue swirled and danced all over Ms. Benson's fat clit, licking the underside one moment, then lapping the fat bud from side to side. Benson's inner thighs twitched and trembled more dramatically, and Cheryl knew the older woman was about to get off. She jammed a third finger up Ms. Benson's pussy and started finger-fucking as fast as she could.
"I'm cumming!" Ms. Benson squealed. "Suck it, you little bitch! Suck my pussy! Unngghh! Oh, yes, oh, fuck! Cummiiinngg!"
Ms. Benson's pussy spasmed violently, sucking wetly around Cheryl's fingers, the fat little clit pulsing obscenely between her lips. Cheryl avidly kept licking, sucking and finger-fucking, guiding the bitchy older secretary through the force of her cum. She didn't stop fingering and licking pussy until nearly a minute later, when the drained, satisfied Ms. Benson finally pushed her away.
"All right. That's enough," Ms. Benson panted. The older secretary slid off the desk, hastily smoothing her dress back down around her thighs. Then she looked at Cheryl meanly. "Well? What're you still standing around here for?"
"I… well…"
"You thought you were going to get your pussy licked too, didn't you?"
"I…"
"Well, fat chance, Miss Blondie Big Tits! Fat chance!" Ms. Benson snarled. "Now you just get your trampy little ass out of this office this instant. And remember what I told you. You keep your gold-digging little hands off of Mr. Archer! He's mine!"
Which, as far as Cheryl was concerned, was just fine…
If Ms. Benson hadn't put the idea in her head, she never would have thought of fucking Mr. Archer anyway. She hadn't even known who he was!
The next week passed happily for the big titted, constantly horny blonde teenager. She did so much office-hours fucking with Mr. Graham that his productivity rating for the week dropped a notch.
And she also did her usual amount of fucking with Kenny at home. But, Kenny's mood wasn't nearly as chipper as Cheryl had come to expect from him.
It took nearly a week, but Cheryl finally pried the reason for this out of her shy little brother. It was his knee again, Kenny confessed. The soreness hadn't gone away, and his kicking motion just wouldn't be what it had been before unless the problem was resolved. Without surgery, it wouldn't be resolved.
The good news was that the surgery required would be so simple and painless that he could be back on the playing field a day later. The bad news was that it would require a specialist, which was expensive.
The operation would cost three thousand dollars, cash up front.
Mr. Graham didn't have it. Cheryl knew she couldn't borrow it. With Ms. Benson's threat ringing in her ears, she decided that there was only one thing she could do.