Tom was gone within seconds. Cathy stayed on the desk, admiring her shining new engagement ring. In twenty-seven years, she had known only three lovers. The first two were during her college years, when she had thought she was in love. After that, she went through a period of celibacy. She had stayed away from men, and thrown herself headlong into her studies. Her brilliant mind worked constantly, smoothly, thinking of everything except men.
Sliding off the desk, Cathy stared at her ring. The diamond was bigger than anything she could ever have hoped for. It glistened in the afternoon light that streamed through the window. Wearing nothing more than a white blouse, garter belt, nylons and high-heeled shoes, Cathy forget about her nudity. She took a step mindlessly, still looking at the ring. Her huge, creamy tits jiggled, and the blouse unbuttoned.
Near the door of the office, the rest of Cathy's clothes were piles in a heap. Her prim, conservative skirt-vest and jacket all signified that this woman was professional through and through. Only Tom knew the seething, passionate need for cock that was hidden inside her supple body.
When the door burst open, Cathy wheeled around, facing it. Her eyes were wide with fright as Miles, Tom's handsome son, stepped into the office. As soon as he saw Cathy, he closed the door and leered hungrily at her body.
"Well I'll be damned," Miles purred. "I never thought the ol' man was ripping off your pussy!"
Cathy didn't know what to do. Miles was between her and the rest of her clothes. The look in his eyes told her that she wouldn't get them without giving up something in return.
Cathy didn't exactly know what Miles had in mind, but she knew she wouldn't like it. There was something about him that bothered her. Perhaps it was the fact that he hardly ever said anything, or maybe it was that he was spoiled rotten.
"Miles, please leave," Cathy whispered, trying in vain to cover her big tits with one hand, and hide her cunt bush with the other. "Don't you ever knock before entering a room?"
Miles ignored Cathy's protests and requests. Standing almost as tall as his father, he was powerfully built, and more muscular than Tom. His brown hair hung to his shoulders, curling in loose waves. Unlike his father, he was clean-shaven, and probably couldn't have grown a mustache if he had wanted to. His broad chest was almost hairless.
"Please leave," Cathy said helplessly. "This is very embarrassing, and you're not helping matters any. I'd like to put my clothes on, if you don't mind."
"I do mind."
Miles' words came out slowly, each word carefully drawn out to frighten Cathy. He looked down at her clothes, then at her. He liked what he saw. He liked it a lot.
Cathy shivered as she looked at the young man. His face held no emotion at all. That particularly frightened her.
"Take my cock out, and let's fuck," he said softly.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Cathy snapped, stepping farther away from Miles, toward Tom's desk. "You're what? Twenty? I'm twenty-seven. I'm much too old for you."
Even Cathy was aware of the futility of her protests. Since blooming to full womanhood, she had gone to considerable lengths to hide her ripe, curvaceous body. But without many clothes on, she couldn't deny her own beauty to Miles.
"You'll do as I say," Miles purred softly, "or I'll open this door and invite all the secretaries to come in and see who's been fucking the boss. Would you like that? Do you think my dad would like that?"
"Can't you see I'm desperate?" Cathy pleaded.
"Of course I can. That's why I'm going to get what I want. Being desperate makes you vulnerable, and vulnerable women, with bodies like yours, turn me on." He moved closer to Cathy, an evil smile growing from the corners of his thin, severe mouth. "On second thought, I don't want sloppy seconds from my old man. I want you to suck my cock. Yes, I think a blowjob would be even better than getting fucked."
"I… I can't do that," Cathy whispered, staring at the floor. "I've never been able to do that. Not with anybody."
Miles said nothing as he stepped up to Cathy, close enough so that they were nearly touching. She looked into his eyes again, searching for some sign of weakness, something that would give her a clue as to how she could get out of following his commands.
The steely, unyielding look in Miles eyes made Cathy shiver. She knew instantly that his wishes would be forced upon her, and that there was really nothing she could do about it.
"Don't make me do that," Cathy whispered. She thought of screaming, but then dismissed it. Miles' powerful fists would probably come charging into her stomach, silencing her before anyone could be alerted. "Please, Miles, don't make me take your thing… in my mouth."
"On your knees, bitch," Miles said softly. "Start sucking before I get angry. If I get angry, I guarantee you'll be sorry."
When Miles put his hands on Cathy's shoulders and applied pressure, she sunk slowly to her knees. Her mind was reeling crazily as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening to her. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She felt the carpet under her knees. Her big tits rose and fell with each rapid, frightened breath.
Cathy looked at Miles' crotch. She could see his lump of cock meat stretching down one leg of his tight jeans. Like his father, Miles had been endowed with a prick that, when fully hard, stretched out over ten inches long. Cathy wondered if she'd even be able to fit his huge cock head into her inexperienced mouth.
Her hands were shaking when Cathy loosened Miles' belt and unsnapped his fashionable jeans. She caught the tab of his zipper, and she pulled it down slowly. The sound of the zipper's teeth splitting seemed amplified a thousand times.
Cathy wished Miles would say something, would continue to command her.
If he did, she wouldn't feel so much like she was about to give him a blowjob because she wanted to.
"This is a terrible thing you're making me do," Cathy whispered as she pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Miles wore no underwear. His half-hard prick sprang out toward her face, drooping downward from its own awesome weight.
A weak mewling sound came from Cathy's throat as she stared at his pale, meaty cock. His cockhead was mushroom-shaped and very large. His prick shaft was broad, with the upper surface almost flat and the underside of his fuckpole rounded. A thick blue vein ran along the length of his cock, and Cathy could see the vein throbbing as blood pumped through it.
"I may not be very good at this," Cathy said softly, almost apologetically. "I've never done this before. Never, ever before."
Despite her revulsion with Miles, Cathy couldn't explain her strange curiosity about what his cock tasted like. She had heard the girls talking about blowjobs, and how much their boyfriends enjoyed them. She had heard all those awful stories about the girls swallowing cum and enjoying it, but Cathy never really believed them. She just couldn't imagine how a woman could enjoy haying a man shoot his jism into her mouth. She was convinced that the women who sucked men off really didn't like doing it, even if they said they did.
Wrapping her fingers around the shaft of Miles' prick, Cathy raised his cockhead so it would be at mouth-level. The dry warmth of his prickmeat surprised her. The heat of his cock seemed to go through her palm and travel straight down to her clit.
Why was her cunt getting hot? This was wrong, terribly wrong! She wasn't supposed to be getting turned on! Cathy cursed her body for responding to the sight and musky aroma of Miles' prick.
"Suck, damn you," Miles hissed as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and looked dawn at the frightened brunette who kneeled before him.
Cathy pulled her hand back and forth over his rubbery hose of cockmeat. She could feel his prick stretching in her hand. Soon, his cock was standing straight out from his hulkish body, his fuckshaft so thick that she couldn't touch her thumb to her fingertips.
Cathy's face was beautiful. Her beauty was natural, untainted with lipstick or make-up. She didn't need those things to give her the wholesome good-looks of a professional businesswoman. And that naturally beautiful face looked positively stunning in Miles' eyes as he watched it move closer to the head of his cock.
Trembling, her nipples erect with fright and excitement, Cathy touched her lips to Miles' cockhead. She felt his prickmeat jump in her fist at the first contact of her flesh to his. Her tongue slithered out between pink lips, moving like a cautious snake, to graze along the clefted underside of his prick tip. The taste was foreign to Cathy, but she decided that it wasn't bad.
Miles was getting annoyed with his stepmother-to-be. She had delayed giving him her mouth long enough. Just another couple seconds, he told himself, and he'd swat her one for not following his orders.
"I'm sorry, Tom," Cathy whispered under her breath.
She looked at the new diamond ring glistening on her hand. It was beautiful… but her ring-hand was moving to and fro on another man's cock.
Cathy looked at Miles' stomach. It was knotted with leathery muscles. There was nothing about this young man to indicate he had any weakness at all. Her tongue moved slowly, tentatively, rubbing in circles under his cockhead.
Realizing that she couldn't stop sucking his prick until he came, Cathy tried to pretend that the cock was about to fill her mouth was actually Tom's. Sighing, she opened her lush mouth, and his prick tip stretched and ovaled her lips.
"Ohhhhhh!" Miles sighed, watching his cock sink into Cathy's mouth. He thought she looked even more gorgeous with a cock stuffing her lips.
Pushing her face forward, Cathy took more of Miles' prick into the hot, wet recesses of her mouth. Her tongue slithered around his meaty cock, probing and searching. Her lips squeezed his fuck shaft, forming a perfect seal around his cock.
"Mmmmm!" Cathy moaned, then silenced herself.
Something was happening to her that she didn't want to admit, something strange and terrible. She was beginning to enjoy giving head!
Swallowing Miles' cock into her mouth until his prick tip was at the back of her throat, Cathy squeezed his cock shaft harder and cupped his balls with her other hand. She began to bob back and forth over his fuck pole, her lips riding sensuously over the ridge of his cock head. Her tongue flicked restlessly along his prick meat, curling around the bulbous crown and toying with his tiny piss-slit.
Cathy's ripe, luscious body trembled with desire as she sucked harder and faster on Miles' cock. Her pale cheeks were sunken inward as she drew a firm suction on his fuck shaft. Miles' huge cock crammed deeper into her face, but Cathy was only able to take in his prick head and a couple of inches of his cock pole.
Twisting her hand, Cathy simultaneously jerked of his prick while sucking it. She didn't leave any of his cock unattended. Her cheeks billowed out as she sucked it deep into her mouth.
To her great surprise, Cathy found she was enjoying the feeling and flavor of having a big cock stretching her lips and filling her hungry mouth. There was something special and personal about being on her knees, sliding her lips back and forth over Miles' cock, that Cathy found almost perversely pleasing. She couldn't explain it. All she knew was that she loved giving a hot blowjob more than she had ever dreamed possible.
"Suck me," Miles groaned, beginning to pump his hips. "That's right, suck that cock. Ohhhhhh! You Goddamn bitch, you've done this before. Don't tell me you haven't. Nobody gives a blowjob like that without having done it before."
"Mmmmmm!" Cathy moaned again, then damned herself.
The last thing she wanted was for Miles to know that she was getting turned-on. While she wasn't unhappy that he had forced her to her knees and made her take his awesome prick into her mouth, she wouldn't openly admit to enjoying herself.
Twisting her face, Cathy rotated on his enormous cock. She brought her hand over his fuck shaft, and jerked up on his prick from Miles' heavy, cum-filled balls. The beautiful brunette soon learned to relax the muscles in her throat, and take his cock head in deeply.
When a drop of salty pre-cum oozed out the head of Miles' prick, Cathy licked it off. She shivered on her knees. That gooey drop was the first jism she had tasted, and Cathy knew that there would be much, much more of the slick fuck-cream splashing against her tongue. She found it oddly erotic to think about how much jism Miles' balls would pump into her mouth and licked faster on his drooling cock head, thirsty for the taste of his spunk.
"Harder bitch," Miles groaned, crossing his arms over his hulkish chest as he looked down at the woman who bobbed feverishly over his fuck pole. "Suck that big prick right or I'm going to kick the hell out of you."
Cathy took his cock out of her mouth, and she looked up into Miles' burning eyes. They were smoldering embers of lust and seething anger.
"I'm only doing this because you're making," Cathy whispered, stroking his prick from the cock head to the base. "You're an evil person."
Miles pushed his fingers through Cathy's silky brown hair, then tightened his hand into a fist. Grabbing his fuck beam by the shaft, he clubbed her face quickly, smacking both cheeks with the spongy cock head. Cathy whimpered at the touch of his iron-hard prick, and she opened her mouth wide. She wanted his big cock stretching her lips and invading her clutching throat.
"Mmmmmmfft!" she slurped as his prick reamed her mouth too deeply, the cockhead wedging into her throat. She pushed away from Miles, using his tree-trunk thighs for support.
"Ohhhhh! God damn you, Cathy, you're going to get creamed!"
The hungry cocksucker threw herself at Miles' cock. Hot, sucking sounds came from her mouth as her lips dragged sensually back and forth over his jaw-stretching cock. Cathy's huge tits rolled crazily on her chest, slapping together with the urgent moves of her cock sucking.
Fisting the shank of Miles' prick, Cathy pumped on his fuck shaft. She pistoned her head back and forth, taking just the massive cock head in her succulent mouth. Her pink lips compressed around his prick, squeezing and tantalizing the sensitive ridge of his cockhead. Cathy's pink tongue blazed over his prickmeat, rolling around his bulbous cocktip and sliding along the veined underside of his fuckshaft.
"Fuck! Awwwwww! Fuck!" Miles moaned softly, his face twisting into an agonizing grimace of sheer ecstasy.
Cathy had her mouth stuffed with cockmeat when the first heady blast of jism splattered against her tongue. The force of the eruption surprised Cathy. She never expected that much cum from him.
"Ugg!" she choked, trying to get the spewing cock head out of her mouth.
A second thick stream of white, slick fuck cream splattered against the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks billowed out to hold all of his jism, yet Cathy refused to swallow it. She had already resigned herself to sucking him off, but she wouldn't drink his cum.
With all her might, she turned her face away from his thrashing body. His jerking, iron hard cock stretched her lips, then popped out of her hot lips. The jism that filled her mouth spewed from the corners of her lips. Sticky cum rolled from the corners of her lips, spilling down her chin. It dangled momentarily from her chin, then dripped off, landing on the inner slope of her tit.
"Bitch!" Miles hissed, pumping on his cock.
He had his pricktip touching Cathy's cheek. With wide, wild eyes, he watched jism gush from his cockhead and run down her face.
"Noooooo!" Cathy moaned, bending farther back as cum trickled down her ripe body.
She looked up at Miles, hoping that he would stop humiliating her. Instead, she watched a long, sticky jet of jism spew hotly out of his throbbing cockhead. A slick river of cum shot out, splattering across both lenses of Cathy's glasses.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" Cathy muttered as the young man continued to give her a cum-shower.
Miles squeezed his fuck shaft from the base to the head, and he shook a last milky drop of jism onto Cathy. The cum hit her neck and stuck there. Looking down, he saw that her cheeks and glasses were covered with his fuckcream. A white river of cum ran from the corner of her lips, trailing down her smooth neck and dribbled through the valley of her tits. Jism pooled in Cathy's dimpled navel, then matted in her purple garter belt.
"You're a son of a bitch," Cathy whispered just as Miles shoved his cock into her mouth. The salty flavor of his cum pleased Cathy immensely. She twirled her tongue around his cockhead and fuckshaft, licking off whatever blobs of cream remained there. When he was finally satisfied that Cathy had licked his prick clean, Miles pulled it out of her mouth and hitched his pants up.
Without saying a word, Miles left the office.
Cathy remained on her knees for a long time, trying to figure out exactly what had just happened. Cum rolled down her gorgeous body. Slowly, she rose unsteadily to her feet, and she walked to Tom's private bathroom. Cathy was careful to keep her white blouse away from the jism on her tits and stomach.
She took off her glasses. The lenses were covered with cum and nearly impossible to see through.
Cathy pulled a handful of tissues out of a dispenser, and she began dabbing at the cum on her quivering body. She couldn't explain why she had a sly grin on her face, and she didn't try.
In ways that she did not realize, Cathy had changed. Her grin broadened to a full, dazzling smile when she thought about what a surprise Tom had in store. He had only asked for a blowiob once, and that was a long time ago, but she was certain he would ask again.
When he did, she was going to blow his mind as well as his cock.