Carl had been fucking Cathy two or three times a week, since that initial encounter, and he was very, very glad that he had such a talented secretary today, since he had not fucked his wife and was in desperate need of having his balls emptied. His cock had got hard as a bone while he was driving to the office. He'd had to carry his briefcase in front of his crotch as he walked in and took the elevator up. But, once in his office, he put the briefcase down and Cathy, chewing gum loudly and reading a True Confessions magazine, gave his cock-bulge a look and a big smile.
She was wearing a red dress, cut low enough to show her cleavage and high enough so that, with her legs crossed, any interested party could get a look at her cunt. She never wore a bra and seldom wore panties. She was, Carl noticed, not wearing panties today.
"Will you come into my private office, please, Miss Jenson?" he asked, as he passed through, prick first.
She jumped up and took up her dictation pad.
She always brought that with her, and a pencil, although not one word had ever been written down. She seemed to think the pad and pencil had something to do with the job.
Carl did not correct her. He knew that she liked to think of herself as a proper secretary. She came in behind him and closed the door. He was adjusting the blinds, wanting enough light to see what he was doing, in all the juicy details, but not enough to be glaring. He liked soft light to complement soft flesh. When he turned from the window, Cathy had already begun to remove her clothing.
She drew her red dress over her head. Her high, thrusting tits needed no support. Naked, they were as firm as inflated balloons and the stiff nipples stood out erotically. Her pussy mound was a tangled mass of gold locks, curly and thick.
He gazed at her in appreciation. He wondered how many boyfriends she had, how many men were fucking her after work. He felt almost jealous at the thought. He moved toward her, the huge lump of his cock-bulge pressing his pants out.
Cathy went to meet him, still dutifully clutching the pad and pencil which had never once been used.
Still fully clothed, himself – in suit and tie – Carl took her into his arms and felt her hot, smooth, naked flesh quiver at his touch. Her belly pressed against him and his raging cock indented an elongated outline into her loins.
Leaning down, Carl took her big nipple into his lips and sucked on it. His tongue swept across the tip and coiled around the swollen nugget, causing Cathy to purr like a cat. He switched over and sucked the other nipple and then straightened up, smiling.
Cathy dropped her pad and pencil and opened his pants. She wrapped her hand around his rampant prick.
"Ooooh," she sighed, as the huge slab of cock meat expanded mightily in her hand.
Carl smiled happily and thrust his hips toward her.
She skimmed her hand up and down on his prick a few times, causing the cock knob to flare even more. She could feel the thick vein pulsing against her palm and the crimson prick knob seemed ready to glow.
Cathy's lush thighs opened slightly, parting involuntarily.
Looking down, Carl could see the top of her cunt slit, a moist pink gash that spilt her golden bush. Her clit stood out rigidly, beginning to tingle.
"Want me to undress you, boss?" Cathy asked.
"No, that won't be necessary – there won't be time to undress me," Carl said quickly.
Cathy could see and feel that that was true. The head of his cock expanded mightily in her fist. The cleft was parted and already a glistening drop of pre-cum had oozed out from the cum slit and was trickling down the cock shaft.
Taking her by the shoulders, he guided her backwards until her ass bumped against the big executive desk and slid onto the surface, her pert ass braced on the edge.
Cathy placed her hands on the desk behind her and arched her back; her belly thrust out and her smooth thighs parted. Her cunt was flooded and unfurled, the pussy lips peeled back, revealing the creamy fuck slot, flecked with cunt juice.
Carl advanced on her, his prick standing out before him as he guided his cock head until it was on a line for her pussy.
Cathy waited, and her cunt creamed even more.
His cock head bounced against the inside of her thigh and then slid along to her crotch. The cock tip nestled into her sodden fuck slot. Carl paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation of the impending fuck, Cathy cooed with delight and squirmed, working her steaming pussy around on the head of his massive fuck tool. Her cunt lips clutched at his prick, as if trying to drag him into her hot fuck hole.
Then, bracing his thighs and tightening the muscles of his ass, Carl fucking his cock into her cunt to the balls.
Cathy squealed with delight. Carl grunted with pleasure and held that first full penetration for a long moment, thrilling to the feeling of having every inch of his enormous prick embedded in her hot wet pussy. His balls were jammed tight to her thrusting ass and her lithe thighs clung to his flanks.
Cathy began to pant as she felt the joy of having her greedy cunt stuffed chock full of hard cock meat. Her cunt rippled and pulled on his prick, dragging along every inch of the formidable weapon and squeezing lovingly on the great, throbbing prick knob that swelled deep within her pussy.
She wriggled and moaned, urging him to start fucking her. Her taut clit worked against his cock and her belly pushed up and down.
"Fuck me!" she cried.
Carl began to fuck her. He drew out until only the tip of his prick was in her pussy gash, paused and then fucked slowly back up the juicy passage. Cathy writhed down on his prick, panting. He gave her a second slow fuck-stroke, dipping his knees and feeding the prick meat to her with an underslung fuck thrust. Cathy pushed her loins out to meet him with a pelvic jolt. Carl corkscrewed in with the third stroke, fucking his massive cock in lustily. She matched his movements, rotating her hips and rippling her cunt around his cock, making her pussy a juicy socket into which he could plug his prick.
Carl began to fuck faster, slamming his prick into her frothy cunt hole violently. He was gritting his teeth and rolling his eyes and thrusting so mightily that his balls were thudding onto Cathy's tilted ass. He was fucking her like an engine now. His balls were so swollen with pent-up passion that they bulged between her thighs and his cock was expanding, spreading her cunt slit wider and wider.
Cathy's face was contorted with fuck-lust. Her eyes narrowed to slits and her pink lips were parted and moist as she gasped at his fuck-lunges. Her heels drummed on his ass, spurring him on, then they locked behind him and her thighs alternately tightened and reined over his loins, relaxing as he fucked in, compressing as he withdrew.
Carl grasped her hips, hauling her crotch up from the desk, and fucked resolutely into her pussy, as if he were trying to pulverize that soft vessel. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he rammed in, fucking his cock into her cunt so violently it seemed he was trying to hurt her, to pierce her nubile body through and through so that the head of his cock would come rushing out of her mouth.
His violence only inspired greater passion in Cathy. Her big tits bounced with firm weight as she rocked back and forth on the edge of the desk; she threw her head back, switching it from side to side; her threat worked as she gasped and then gurgled with the bliss of fucking.
Carl's big prick was vibrant with tension. He cupped his hands over her tits, as if clawing at them for support. Her nipples were hot on his palms and his fingers dug into the soft tit flesh. His head fell; he was beaded with perspiration and his breath rasped out sharply as his orgasm drew near.
Cathy was panting and gasping. Her warm pliable pussy gripped him and clutched him and pulled on his cock as if she wanted more and more, as if to drag his whole body up her greedy fuck hole.
Carl tried to hold back, but there was no need to as far as Cathy was concerned.
Moaning and whimpering, she cried: "Pour it to me… come… come! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Carl could feel her start to come. Spasms worked across her belly and rippled up and down her smooth thighs; her clit was pulsing as his cock ran over it, and her cunt was melting. As he fucked up her cunt hole, his mighty prick pumped out heavy streamers of cunt juice from her pussy slot. The slippery fuck juice poured down her crotch into the crack of her ass. He fed the cock meat to her pussy with wild abandon.
Cathy was going absolutely wild now, slamming her heels against his ass and twisting her body into impossible angles. Her pussy clung to his cock.
"Ahhh!" she cried.
The long waves of climax coursed in a mighty surge across her belly and into her loins, and her cunt opened up and turned to cream as she came again and again in a series of orgasms that followed so quickly one upon the other that they soon merged and blended and became one solitary, prolonged climax that seemed to turn her whole being to cunt juice and fire and electric spasms of ecstasy.
Carl's big prick felt incandescent now. He fucked his cock up her cunt and, moaning with the sensation, blew a massive load of spunk deep into her fuck hole.
He shot so hard that his ass rebounded on the recoil, then his prick rammed back into her cunt. He fucked in again. A second geyser of cum hosed her pussy, spurting out in a thick, creamy jet.
He blew so much spunk up her pussy that it came flooding out, blended with her cunt juice, as he withdrew. Ribbons of cum curled down her thighs.
He was still coming. He plowed in and hosed her pussy guts with a third jolt of cum and then a fourth, filling her fuck hole to the very brim.
At last, his balls were drained. He felt hollow and empty and spent.
Cathy felt the same. She slowly dropped back onto the desk. Her cunt continued to work on his prick for a little while as she worked off the final spasms of her orgasm. They smiled at each other, and in those smiles was a tacit agreement.
They decided to fuck all day.