All the confidence she had felt upon entering the offices of the Andersen Real Estate Agency vanished the instant the new young receptionist escorted her into Dennis Andersen's private office. Hope had felt especially confident dressed in her lemon-yellow silk blouse and off-white skirt. The slight leg-silt of her skirt showed just enough of her fabulous thighs to make male heads turn on the Street as she had marched to the office. Her white heels accented
her alluring appearance, but it was obviously her huge tits bulging inside her blouse that captured Dennis' instant attention.
He beamed a broad smile and stood behind his desk as she strolled into his office. It had been six months since they had last seen each other, and from his expression, that had been much too long. It had been on her wedding day that the two had last spoken, and now Hope remembered the scene all too well. A cold shiver rattled over her as she recalled the good-luck kiss he had given her while coyly rubbing an exploring hand over her plump, firm ass.
Dennis Andersen was in his mid-thirties, married for the third time, and a very dapper dresser. He was quite good-looking, almost to Hope's eye-a pretty boy type. His wavy blond hair was perfectly combed and his tanned, movie star face was accustomed to the bright, toothy smile he was now flashing right at her tits.
There was no doubt his flashy good-looks had some effect on Hope, as on most women. That, she reminded herself quickly, didn't altar the fact that she loved Paul more than anything and that her marriage was the most important thing in her life.
Still, she couldn't deny the vague tremor that automatically twitched her clit as she faced him.
She was aware, unsettlingly so, of her nipples stiffening under his obvious gaze, but she tried to act casual as she sat on the chair in front of his desk and demurely crossed a leg over the other. She made no effort to hide the slice of thigh that peeked through the slit of her skirt as she returned his charming smile and nodded at him.
"I knew you'd be back," he said, finally sitting down and appraising her all over with his expressive blue eyes. "The pretty ones never leave me for long."
She laughed. "Oh, Dennis, you haven't changed."
"Of course not," he said with a shrug. "Admit it, honey. You'd be disappointed if I had become some old dead-ass."
"I came back to work, Dennis," Hope said, still smiling but managing to make her voice firm. "I can play all the time at home with Paul."
Dennis waved a hand in front of his faceas if dismissing her words as utter nonsense. "That was always your trouble, Hope. Work, work, work. That's all you ever thought about. I was hoping by now you'd know that work and play should go together. It makes the work so much more enjoyable."
He slowly moved around his desk and sat on
the corner directly in front of her. She couldn't ignore the hammering of her heart as she gazed up at him. She could whiff the intoxicating after-shave lotion on him and she couldn't seem to shake her gaze off his riveting blue eyes. She squirmed uneasily on her chair and cleared her throat.
"Dennis, perhaps we better talk about the job," she said softly. "On the phone you promised-"
"Forget what I said on the phone, sugar" he said easily. "In-person is what counts. And now I'm telling you that if you want to come back to work here, things have to be different. I'm so much easier to get along with if certain female employees are a little playful on the job. Know what I mean?"
She nodded. "I think I'd better go," she whispered, starting to stand.
"Don't be dumb, Hope," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder with just enough pressure to keep her seated on the chair. Again his blue eyes nailed her as his expression turned serious. "I've missed you. I think about you all the fucking time. Now all I want is for you to be friendly. Do that, and things can be so fine for you around here that you'll never know how you survived without this place."
"I love my husband, Dennis," she said, her
voice quivering.
"I don't doubt it," he snapped. "I'm not asking you to leave the guy. Just let yourself go a little. You'll probably surprise yourself. I'm betting you'll love it."
"I'm not interested in a job, that includes cheating on Paul," she said.
"Cheating?" he said with a scoff. "Baby, you're only cheating yourself out of some good times. Not to mention all the joy you're missing out on. Besides, making you feel good is all I'm interested in. It'll make your work go smoother."
He eased his hand down from her shoulder to her tit. Hope gasped softly and sat rigidly as his hand rubbed over the tit mound, grazing the silk of her blouse. Her tits suddenly throbbed as heat covered them. Gradually, his slow, circling massaging caused her nipples to tingle into a rock-hard erections and she had to moan.
"You shouldn't do that, Dennis," she sighed.
"You should stop me, but you don't want to. Right?"
She didn't bother to answer. They both knew the answer. Guilt battled with the sudden excitement she felt. God, why am I letting him do this to me? What am I doing? I should storm right out of here!
But the pleasure and the lewd thrill of Dennis
Andersen calmly fondling her tits through her blouse in his private office was too much. The sensation was too great. She couldn't help herself. Oh, fuck, I'm getting so horny, she told herself.
Slowly, deliberately, he expertly began unbuttoning her blouse and Hope offered no protest. She kept gazing into his deep-blue eyes and felt as if she were about to swoon. He was mesmerizing her, she thought, and the romantic notion struck her as somehow fitting to the moment. At least, it seemed to momentarily soothe her guilt, leaving nothing in the way of the raw passion and pleasure that quickly overtook her.
In seconds he had unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her bra up over her luscious, ripe tit melons. Her big, jutting tits flopped into open view and Dennis seemed to marvel at them. She thrilled to the examination he gave them before lightly rubbing his fingers over the pointy tit tips.
"Mmmmmm, Dennis, this is wrong," she said weakly as the pleasure sizzled through her.
"Tell me that a few minutes from now," he said, slipping off the edge of his desk and kneeling in front of her.
He cupped her mammoth, shapely tits in both of his hands and squeezed them tenderly. He leaned his face forward and she shivered as she
felt his breath on her naked tits. Shudders vibrated throughout her body and she suddenly felt melted to the chair. She uncrossed her long legs and casually parted her knees, giving him more room to lean closer.
In the next instant he kissed one of her pink nipples. Just the gentle touch of his lips on the tip-end of her nipple sent waves of ecstasy over her senses. She gasped and fought the urge to clasp his head tight against her tits and chest. Instead, Hope continued to sit rigidly on the chair, as if she were a prisoner to his lusty attentions.
He directed another soft kiss on her other nipple, but this time flicked his tongue out across the rubbery, stiff tit bud. He teased the nipple with his tongue for several glorious seconds, wetting it with his saliva. Then, without warning, he sucked the nipple between his lips and tongue-lashed it until Hope wanted to cry out.
Now she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around his handsome head and clutching him to her. The warmth of his lips and tongue on her nipple sent wild tremors through her. Her cunt immediately spasmed on its own and she thrilled to the pleasure.
She couldn't help it. The sensations zipping through her were overpowering. She shivered and shuddered as Dennis slowly, gradually, dipping
his head downward, planting soft kisses across her chest and belly. She squirmed on the chair and groaned as she felt his hands slip beneath her skirt. She felt his fingers on the skimpy elastic waistband of her bikini panties, and in the next instant he was ripping them down.
Unconsciously she helped by lifting herself just as he tugged her panties down off her ass. She felt him pull her panties over her legs and though her skirt was still in place, she felt excitingly naked and vulnerable to his prowling hands and exploring fingers.
Her cunt heaved from the excitement and she felt her juices rumbling. Her clit twitched into eager, horny arousal and the rest of her shapely young body seemed to ooze with need. Her raunchy desire made her forget everything else. She was too caught up in the lusty action to think about her husband, her marriage or her true purpose for being here.
She gasped, then squealed as Dennis crammed his head between her knees and started licking her inner thighs. He flicked his tongue near the tops of her old-fashioned stockings, and it was now that she heard his own horny groans and pants.
Of course Hope had remembered his passion for old-fashioned hose and garter belts. She
could no longer pretend that hadn't influenced her decision to wear them this morning. She was getting what she had wanted, and the guilt would just have to wait. Right now, Hope was too locked in the grip of her own lust and wanton needs. All that mattered was that Dennis was hungrily kissing and licking his way toward her hot pussy.
Sweet thrills bombarded her, turning her nerves into sizzling fuses. When Dennis lapped his tongue through the hairy forest of her cunt muff, Hope shrieked a guttural wail of pure joy. She dug her fingers into his scalp, clutching at his head through her skirt.
Dennis propelled his tongue up and down her creamy cuntslit, knifing through the hot, sticky membranes of her cunt-opening, lashing against the pulpy tissues and sending the horny young blonde into fits of raw ecstasy. When he isolated her clit, he gave the magic love-button a real workout with his active tongue. He caused an instant orgasm to rifle throughout her pussy.
Hope arched her spine and drove her ass several inches up off the chair as she automatically clamped her thighs against his head. She kept his head locked in the velvety vise of her legs for long seconds as the glorious turmoil of her rapid climax washed through her senses. Then, she collapsed into rag-doll limpness,
allowing her legs to sprawl wide as she slumped on the office chair.
Meanwhile, Dennis showed no mercy as he continued attacking her burning, soupy pussy with his tongue. Me sucked at her curt, drawing the puffy, hairy lips-into his hot mouth. He munched on the tasty pussy-meat before ramming his stiffened tongue back into the center of her fuckhole. With his hands squeezing into her asscheeks he braced her upright creating a perfect angle far his drilling tongue and chewing lips.
He opened his mouth wide and captured most of her curt. It was like he wanted to devour her pussy, and. Hope thrilled as her rich nectar gushed straight into his gulping mouth.
She had surrendered totally to him. With his face glued to her pussy, she could do nothing except savor the joys of her juices flowing from her cunt cavity to his mouth and down his throat.
A fresh glow soon flamed in the depths of her cunt, and Hope began bracing herself for yet another gut-rumbling orgasm. She panted and gasped as the moment neared. Her cuntwalls vibrated and flexed, accepting his driving tongue as if it were a smallish prick. Her pussy flamed, the scorching heat engulfing it and the rest of her. And then just at the moment of her second
climax, he roughly pushed his face away from her near-erupting cunt. He freed himself from the cover of her skirt and smiled up into her face.
"What were you saying about not mixing work and play?" he said, adding a lewd wink.
She gazed down on his face through half closed eyes. Her pussy throbbed on the verge of orgasm and her nerves seemed tickled to their limit. Her exposed tits heaved with her gasping breath and her leg-sprawled, slumped position, she knew, only added to her overall wanton appearance. Her long blonde hair had flown across her lovely face, partially covering her peaches-and-cream complexion. She struggled to respond to his leering remark, but she couldn't form the words.
Instead, Dennis gave her little time to talk. Before she realized it, he was standing in front of her and unzipping his pants fly. Seconds later, his cock was surging through the fly hole of his pants, pulsing into full stiffness. Immediately, she felt mesmerized by the sight.
"Kiss it, Hope," he rasped, standing with his hands on his hips. "Treat my cock real nice and show me how much you want to come back to work here."
His words were faint echoes as she leaned forward and tentatively reached out to cup his
balls. She slipped her hand inside his opened pants fly and felt for his hot balls just as she brushed her wet lips against his cockhead. She closed her eyes as she swirled her tongue over his spongy, engorged prick-knob.
Hope moaned as she tasted his cockhead. It seemed so strange to be licking another man's prick, yet she felt an incredible thrill by performing such a wanton act.
Then, before she was prepared, Dennis suddenly rammed his stiff prick against her lips. Startled, she tried to gasp as his cock drilled into her mouth, plugging her throat in One swift fuck-stroke.
She practically choked, but somehow managed to accommodate the brutal thrust of his fuckmeat. Her lips were forced into a huge circle as his cockhead nudged against the back of her throat.
"That's more like it!" he leered, grabbing her hair and bucking his hips. "This is what I want with you, Hope. This is what I've been waiting to do since you first came to work here. See how most dreams come true with a little patience."
His words came through hoarse groans as he fucked her mouth. Quickly, he worked the fuck strokes into a blinding tempo, sawing his cock in and out of her mouth. He gave her little time to adjust, but that didn't seem to matter.
Hope, at first, was panicked by his sudden brutal action. But very soon another strange excitement rushed through her. Her body teemed with pulsing delight as Dennis roughly raped her face. The weird thrill of it ignited her pussy again, and she was pleasantly shocked by the unexpected climax that was triggered in the core of her cunthole.
In the next instant, his cock surged and jerked inside her stuffed mouth. He growled and twisted her hair painfully in his fists just as his thick spunk exploded down her throat.
She gulped in self-defense, swallowing his hot jizz as fast as possible. His prick gushed, the lava-like load and she knew she was losing precious drops of his come from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Through the showering blast of his jism, he kept plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. His vicious fuck-strokes didn't slow until the last of his come spurted down her throat. And only then did he drop his hands from her hair, but he kept his satisfied prick between her lips.
"All right, Hope," he breathed. "I think you'll fit in nicely here. I'll give you the job, and you can keep it as long as you perform your extra duties as well as you have this morning. Any questions?"
She tried to pull her head back, but he quickly
clutched her hair again. With his cock stuffed securely inside her mouth, all she could manage was a last little shake of her head.
Dennis laughed throatily, and Hope kit confused. She wondered why she felt excitement instead of anger.