"Hi, Ms. Benson. It's me again. Do you mind if I talk to you for a minute?"
"Yes, I do mind."
It was seven the next morning, and Cheryl had accosted the snooty older secretary in the fourth-floor corridor – with the exception of a few engineers in the basement, the building was still deserted. Ms. Benson always arrived before anyone else.
"Well, it's kinda important, Ms. Benson. It'll only take a second. I swear."
"All right!" Ms. Benson glowered at her. "What is it, then?"
"Well, I… I don't know how to tell you this, but… well… I need you to help me get my tampons."
"What?"
"They're in the storage room." Cheryl grimaced and hopped up and down, as if in pain. "I… I always keep some extras at work and I hid 'em in the storage room, on account of that stuff embarrasses me, and I guess one of the janitors must have moved 'em. The box I hid 'em in is on a top shelf now, and I can't reach it. I'm not tall enough! And you are!"
"Oh, this is ridiculous!"
"Puh-leeze, Ms. Benson! I don't want to drip all over everything! Please, can't you just help me? Oh, please!"
"Oh, all right, for God's sake!" Ms. Benson snapped. "Anything to shut your silly little mouth. Let's go."
They walked to the storage room down the hall, with the anxious-looking Cheryl leading the way. It was a small, windowless cubicle, completely separate and insulated from the rest of the building. Cheryl opened the door and let Ms. Benson enter first.
"Now where is this ridiculous box you're referring to?"
"Gosh, it's not there after all!" Cheryl was already stepping back, closing the door, with the woman still inside. "Guess I made a mistake, Ms. Benson. Bye…"
She shut the locked door on the older secretary's screams of rage.
Cheryl hurried down the hall to Mr. Archer's office, wondering how long she had before someone discovered the hapless Ms. Benson and let her out.
"Well, well, well!" Mr. Archer turned out to be a good-looking, husky, gray-haired man in his fifties. He looked up in surprise as Cheryl entered his office. "Now who are you, young lady? I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting."
"Hi, Mr. Archer. I'm Cheryl, Ms. Benson's substitute for the day."
"Ms. Benson's substitute? She never mentioned anything to me."
"I guess she forgot. Anyhow, I'm her substitute. My name's Cheryl Dawson, and I'm totally and absolutely at your service for the day. And I must say what a pleasure it is to be at your service, too, because I've heard a lot about you and admired you, and I happen to think you're very handsome, too."
"You do?" The company president grinned broadly. "Why thank you so much."
"Mr. Archer, do you mind if I hang up my coat in here? There's no coat rack outside."
"You go right ahead and be my guest."
Cheryl removed her coat, placing it neatly on the rack, taking her time, turning back to the company president as nonchalantly as possible. As she'd known it would be, however, Mr. Archer's face was bug-eyed with his astonishment.
The blouse she wore was completely transparent, and she was braless underneath it. The blonde teenager's enormous, creamy-white tits were completely exposed, the big red nipples rising through the fabric. Mr. Archer groaned audibly as he ogled her mountainous tits, and Cheryl was relieved to see a big cock bulge growing in his pants.
"Is there something wrong, Mr. Archer? You're looking at me kinda funny."
"Wrong?" He made a wheezing sound. "No, no…"
"Oh, gosh, Mr. Archer! Look at your pants! Oh, I'm so sorry! I've given you a big boner!"
Mr. Archer gasped, staring down at his swollen crotch in utter disbelief. Cheryl knew she didn't have any time to be subtle. Swiftly, she dropped to her knees in front of the company president, briskly kneading his cock through his pants.
"Young lady, what on earth are you doing?"
"I'm taking care of your boner, Mr. Archer. Oh, golly, I'm so sorry for giving you a hard-on. I know Ms. Benson usually takes care of your hard-on for you, and now I better do it, too! I just should have known better than to wear this blouse. Oh, gosh, lemme just take your dick out this instant and make it feel better!"
Mr. Archer was too shocked to protest. Instead, he just sat there, looking on dazedly as Cheryl unzipped his slacks and pulled them roughly down to his ankles. Then it was the girl's turn to be shocked. Considering his age, she'd expected that this would be one fuck session she'd really have to suffer through.
Instead, she felt her pussy moistening immediately as she realized that Mr. Archer had the biggest prick in the whole company.
"Oh, Mr. Archer!"
His cock was a real monster, over ten inches long and as thick as her wrist. Wonderingly, Cheryl stared at the doorknob-sized crown of the man's huge, meaty fucker, seeing how red the cockhead was, how it was already dripping with pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around his prick, jacking hard. Archer sighed as his piss hole opened up, bubbling out more pre-cum.
"Oh, Mr. Archer, I had no idea!" Cheryl licked her lips, jacking the man's cock hard and fast. "Oh, what a big beauty you have, Mr. Archer! Oh, gosh, I just can't wait to help make it go down!"
The boner was throbbing and oozing, dripping out creamy droplets of pre-cum onto her hand. Cheryl couldn't restrain herself. She opened her mouth wide, lowering her head, plunging the company president's cock lance as deeply into her mouth as she could.
Cheryl nearly choked in her eagerness to suck in as much of his prick as she could, jamming her mouth-down onto his cock lance until she had over a third of the gigantic fuck organ pulsing down her gullet. Cheryl shut her eyes, concentrating on the taste and feel of the big boner throbbing against the roof of her mouth. There sure was something kinky about sucking off a guy this old!
Cheryl started sucking his cock very hard, puckering her cheeks, her whole face flushing as she worked to bring off the company president with a suck-job he'd remember for a long, long time.
Her brother's football career was at stake, and Ms. Benson might burst in on them at any moment. And, besides, Cheryl was already practically in love with the taste and feel of the big, juicy fucker jammed between her lips.
Up and down she bobbed her head, her giant, braless tits bouncing and jiggling in her see through bra as she feverishly fucked her mouth with the company president's cock. Archer groaned, sighing with pleasure as he curled his fingers into her thick blonde hair.
Now Cheryl knew she had him where she wanted him – in love with her cock-sucking abilities, not caring about anything except her wet mouth around his cock, and shooting a big load of cum right down her throat! Eagerly, the busty teen sucked the man's boner even harder, smacking and gurgling on it, her hand tenderly holding the fuck-pole up as her lips slurped on the prick knob.
Cheryl thrust her tongue into his piss hole, gliding it back and forth in the trough, lapping up the pre-cum. The boner throbbed harder than ever, the cock knob puffing up and getting even fatter than before. Lovingly, the horny blonde slurped on the company president's huge fucker, already sensing that her hopes would be realized – that she would replace Ms. Benson as his personal secretary, that she'd be making four grand a month and sucking the juice out of this big cock every weekday from now on.
"Oh, good Lord!" the president panted. He stared down at her dazedly, seeing how tightly Cheryl's lips were ovalled around his cock lance. "Unnggggh! Oh, what a sweet little cock-sucker you are, young lady! Unggggh! Harder now! Suck it, Cheryl! Oh, please, please, suck the cum out of my prick!"
Cheryl tightened her fingers around the root of the cock shaft, marveling at how fat it felt in her palm, so thick that she could barely grasp it between her fingers. But she managed, beginning to jack the huge pisser rapidly up and down, expertly beating his meat from the hairy base up to her sucking lips.
His prick responded by growing larger still, pulsing against the roof of her mouth, signaling her that the spewing outpouring of hot, sticky cum wasn't that far away. Cheryl frantically flicked her mouth up and down on his huge prick, slurping and gurgling, her cocksucking sounds nearly drowning out the president's moans and sighs.
"I'm cumming!" Mr. Archer cried. "Suck it, suck it, oh, yesss! Cuuummmiiinnnngggg!"
His cum-load started to spew out and, again, Cheryl felt amazed that a man his age could gush out such an incredible profusion of cum. Maybe Ms. Benson hadn't been doing her job as executive secretary and resident cock-sucker, Cheryl thought. In any case, the load now blowing up from Mr. Archer's balls was as big as some of the cum-loads she'd drained out of her younger brother.
Again and again, the milky cock cream spouted out of his dilated piss slit, spraying onto the roof of her mouth, spewing across her tongue. Cheryl mewled happily around the man's enormous, cum-blasting cock, clinging to it with both hands, jacking it with both wringing fists at the same time. She sucked and swallowed cum, sucked and swallowed cum, over and over. It was nearly a minute before she finally, reluctantly, slid her mouth from his enormous pisser. By then, she'd drained his balls completely of jizz.
"Does your big boner feel better now, Mr. Archer?" Cheryl panted.
Archer just stared down at her in a daze. Cheryl kept her fingers wrapped around the veined trunk of his fucker, marveling at how huge and stiff the wet prick still was. She kept jacking his cock, making the company president moan and wriggle on his chair.
"It still looks awfully stiff, Mr. Archer. Didn't I do a good enough job of sucking out the cum and making your cock feel better?"
"You… you did too good a job," Mr. Archer panted. "It been a while since I maintained an erection after orgasm. Your abilities are miraculous, young lady!"
"Oh, gosh, Mr. Archer! Thank you so much!" Cheryl felt her cunt getting wet as she watched the man's big cock throb. "Mr. Archer, would you like to give me a good fucking now?"
Archer looked down at her, his cock twitching as he openly ogled the teenage blonde's giant tits through her see-through blouse. Cheryl's pussy got even itchier as he nodded in agreement.
"Don't suppose there's any danger of being caught," he mumbled. "I am the president. People do tend to knock before they barge in."
"Oh, Mr. Archer!"
Cheryl slid away from bun, never taking her eyes from his throbbing hard-on as she swiftly stripped off all her clothes. She watched his expression as her hairy pussy came into view. She saw his cock pulsing harder as she slid her panties down her long, tapering legs. Then she was completely naked. The busty, fuck-hungry teenager stretched out on her back on the lush carpet, splaying her thighs as far apart as she could.
"Go ahead, Mr. Archer! Don't be shy! Oh, gosh, my pussy wants you so bad! Just lie on top of me and fuck the shit outta me!"
By then, Archer had already stripped off all his clothes. Again, Cheryl felt hornily surprised with what she saw. For a man his age, he had an awfully good physique.
His giant cock lance pulsed before his flat stomach as he slid off the chair, staring at the teenaged secretary's spectacular body as he prepared to mount her. Archer held his cock in his fist, knee-walking forward, nudging his fucker between her swollen, curly-haired pussy lips. Cheryl eagerly wiggled her bare buns in anticipation, looking down to watch the giant horse cock fucking into her cunt.
"I guess it's really gonna stretch me, Mr. Archer! You sure do have a big one!"
"I always have, young lady."
Now the huge cock was fucking in, stretching her pussy lips to bursting, sliding wetly into the most secret depths of her cunt. Cheryl felt overwhelmed with the length and thickness of the company president's fucker. Her enormous tits bounced and jiggled as she started wiggling and humping in a frenzy of fuck-lust, frantically pistoning her tight little fuck-hole onto the satisfying stiffness of his prick.
"Unnggggh! Oh, Mr. Archer! Love your big boner, Mr. Archer! Unh, unh, fuck me with it, fuck me really good!"
Archer was sprawled on top of her naked body, supporting his weight on his elbows. His humping motions were surprisingly nimble as he labored between her spread-eaged thighs, ramming his stiff fuck-pole in and out of her pussy.
Now his cock was all the way inside her, and Cheryl's tight little pussy felt utterly stuffed with fuck-meat. The company president was fucking fast and hard, pounding his prick into her pussy. The pressure was directly on her clit, and Cheryl could hardly believe how good it felt. Already, old Mr. Archer had her close to a very hard cum.
"Fuck my cunt, Mr. Archer! Fuck my horny little cunt hole!" She tossed her legs up as high as she could, scissoring her ankles together across his back, completely opening up her juicy pussy passage for the skewering stiffness of his prick. "Unnggggh! My pussy loves your big boner, Mr. Archer! Oh, shit, oh, fuck! Fuck my cunt with it! Harder, Mr. Archer! Do it super hard!"
Now the company president was sprawled flat on top of her, panting on her shoulder, his immense prick like iron inside her pussy. He slid his hands down, grasping the sides of her heaving, wriggling ass. Then he started ramming her pussy in a frenzy of fuck-hunger, pounding her tight little cunt with all the energy he had.
"Fuck my cunt, fuck my horny cunt!" Cheryl cried. "Unnggggh! Cumming now! Oh, shit, oh, fuck-cumming!"
Her pussy burst exquisitely into orgasm, spasming around his pounding fucker, sucking at the driving stiffness of his prick. Again and again, the cum pumped sweetly through her, filling her with all the ecstasy of orgasmic release.
The company president kept fucking as hard as he could, guiding her through her orgasm. Then his ten-inch fuck organ grew even stiffer inside her pussy, and Cheryl knew her cunt was about to be showered with another gushing of cum.
"Oh, Cheryl!"
The man's sticky cum spewed into her pussy tunnel, basting the overheated inner cunt walls with a soothing tide of jizz. Cheryl eagerly wiggled and flexed her fucking muscles around the cum-spurting prick, helping the company president to shoot out all of his cock cream.
"Mmmmm, Mr. Archer," she panted. "I really loved it, Mr. Archer… you're such a good old fucker… oh, pardon me, you're such a good fucker… oh, please, keep pounding my pussy…"
But Mr. Archer wasn't finished, at least for the time being. Slowly, he slid his giant prick out of her pussy, the huge cock finally beginning to soften slightly. He slid down Cheryl's lush body, pausing to fondle her huge tits, hungrily sucking the stiff nipples. Then he surprised her again by sliding down lower, lying on his belly between her legs.
"Oh, Mr. Archer! What're you doing now?"
"I always love to lick a pussy after it's had a good fucking…" Archer mumbled.
Hungrily, be started lapping her pussy, thrusting his tongue into the buttery cunt slit, shamelessly licking his own cum out of her cunt. Cheryl whimpered with pleasure, holding his head as she started humping her ass off the floor.
The pussy-licking session was well under way when the door flew open a minute later, revealing an out-of-breath, extremely angry Ms. Benson.
"You scheming little cunt!"
"Why, hello there, Peggy," said Mr. Archer, quite sociably, raising his head from Cheryl's throbbing pussy as nonchalantly as if she'd only interrupted him eating lunch. "I'd like you to meet Cheryl…"
"We've already met!"
"She's your new replacement, Peggy. Your permanent replacement."