"Call for you, Mr. Harrison," the secretary's voice crackled over the phone. "It's Mr. Walden at W.C. Enterprises…"
"I don't want to talk to him now," Nick Harrison replied.
"But he said…"
"I don't care. Just tell him I'm in conference."
"Anything you say, Nick."
Sally Lewis had two voices. One was business like, monotone, emotionless. This is the voice she used most often when talking to Nick Harrison and other executives at the advertising agency. But she had a second voice, softer, sexier, punctuated by chuckles and giggles. It was this voice she sometimes used for Nick Harrison. And it was the voice she was using now.
"Busy, Nick?"
"Not at all," he replied into the telephone. "I was just sitting here daydreaming, in fact."
"Oh?" Sally Lewis' voice was even softer now. "About what, may I ask?"
"About…" Nick was about to say "Julie Connors". He had indeed been sitting at his desk thinking about his fiancee. Or more precisely, about his fiancee's luscious ass and the way it moved under her form-fitting slacks. But instead, Nick smiled and whispered into the phone: "About pussy."
"Oh, Nick," Sally giggled. "Whose?"
"Guess."
"Oh-oh, I forgot Walden…"
Nick heard the click on the line and hung up his phone. He had to laugh. Sally always got a kick out of the way he spoke to her on the phone. If anyone else at the agency knew about him and his secretary's dallying, it could mean trouble. Especially for an executive who happened to be engaged to the boss's daughter.
But Nick had always been more than careful with Sally. No one in the agency had the slightest idea that Nick was fooling around with his secretary, and he'd made the decision not to play around with her anymore, now that his wedding to Julie Connors was approaching.
But now that he sat back in his leather chair and let his eyes wander over the skyline view from his window, that decision looked questionable. He tried to think again of Julie's delectable ass, but instead he found himself dreaming of Sally Lewis' wet, spicy cunt. Suddenly Nick realized his cock was stiff and twisted in his snug briefs.
He shifted on the chair and adjusted his prick for more comfort. Yes, Sally was a sexy little piece. He could picture her soft brown hair falling over his thighs while she sucked on his prick, he could picture her firm, slightly pointed tits wobbling in front of his eyes, her green eyes filmy with lust as he ate her, her brown-fringed cunt oozing with lust as he twirled his finger inside her. She was sexy, and horny. It often drove him crazy to know that a few feet away, on the other side of his office door, sat a young woman who would be only too eager to satisfy him, any time he wanted her. And he had to restrain himself to protect his marriage-to-be.
But today was slow, most of the other executives were still out to lunch. Nick whirled around in his chair with half a mind to return to his paperwork. Then he was struck by an idea.
He grinned to himself. Yes, it was risky, it always is risky when you dip your pen into the company inkwell. But what the hell, he and Sally had never been caught before. And he had a hard-on a cat couldn't bite. True, he was supposed to see Julie that night. But that didn't mean he would find satisfaction with her, or find anything at all. Julie liked sex, but only when she wanted it. And besides, his date with Julie was still hours away. And when Nick Harrison had a hard-on, he didn't like to wait for hours.
Nick picked up his phone and dialed one digit to reach his secretary.
"Hello, Sally. Could you do me a favor?"
"Yes, Mr. Harrison." Miss Lewis was using her business voice.
"Go down to the archives and get me the material on the Caldwell account, please."
"Yes, Mr. Harrison."
"I'm leaving my office for a while so just keep the material on your desk until I get back."
"Okay, Mr. Harrison." Sally suddenly switched voices. "Still daydreaming?"
"Not really," Nick laughed.
"I was daydreaming too, Nick," Sally said softly…
"About what?"
"Guess," was all Sally said before she hung up. Nick waited a few minutes, then rose from behind his desk and walked to his office door. He opened it slowly. Yes, Sally had left her desk.
He closed, his door behind him. That way everyone would think he was still in his office. And no one would dream of entering that office without first speaking with Miss Lewis.
Sally sat at a desk right outside Nick's office. Her desk faced the corridor that ran the length of the agency's executive office floor. Right now the corridor was empty, although Nick could hear the sound of distant typing. There were panels on each side of Sally's desk, forming a sort of cubicle for her desk, and Nick could not see down the corridor. And likewise, no one walking down the corridor could see Sally's desk until he or she was in front of it.
Nick stepped out to the corridor and looked both ways. Not a soul in sight. He glanced back at the desk. He was glad that Sally had asked for a panel in front of her desk, in the opening, so that passersby could not glance down at her legs Sally's legs had attracted a good deal of attention from the day she started work there.
Nick stepped back into his office and quickly removed his sports jacket, then tossed it over a chair and hurried back outside to his secretary's cubicle. Sally would be back in a moment he had to act quickly. After a final glance both ways down the corridor, he walked around to the other side of her desk, dropped to his knees, and crawled under the desk.
Sally's seat was still warm. He had to laugh to thick that her fleshy buttocks were pressed against the leather chair just a few minutes ago. And they would again be there in another minute or two. This time, Sally was in for a surprise.
Nick could hear footsteps in the corridor, and expected to see Sally return. But the footsteps grew louder, passed, and then faded. Perhaps Sally had gone to the bathroom on her way back from the archives. Nick shifted to a more comfortable position. His cock was still hard. And then, he heard the footsteps. This time, he knew they were Sally's.
He crouched lower under the desk, sitting cross-legged. The footsteps grew closer. Then he saw Sally's legs, lean and smooth and her high-heeled shoes. She pulled back her chair and sat down, then stretched her legs out under the desk.
She gave a short scream when her legs bumped into Nick. Fortunately, the scream was very short.
"Oh Nick," she giggled softly, "what are you doing under there?"
He closed his hand around her calf. "Waiting for you."
"Oh Nick, you're such a clown…"
She quieted when Nick ran his hand along her leg and slid it under her dress. Yes, now she knew why he was under the desk. She moved her chair in further and stretched her legs, one on each side of Nick.
"Don't mind me," Nick whispered. "Go right ahead and work…"
"Shhh," Sally hushed. "If you don't say any thing no one will know…"
Again her words were cut off when Nick slid his hand further along her thigh. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and Nick took the invitation, sliding his fingers along her warm thighs and pressing once against the bulge of her hairy nest. Her panties were warm, but fortunately she was not wearing pantyhose.
Nick knew that Sally was staring down at her desk, pretending to be working in case anyone walked past. But her mind was certainly not on the papers in front of her. Nick was sure of that when he pressed against her pussy again and found her panties wet.
He crooked a finger in the elastic band of her panties and pulled, she raised her ass slightly from the chair to allow him to pull the frilliest down her thighs. Nick decided to take them off completely. If for some reason Sally had to stand up, she'd look pretty luscious with her panties around her knees. Nick rolled her panties down her calves and over her shoes, then dropped the pink garment to the rug. Her dress was up around her thighs now, he could look straight in and see her brown bush.
"Mmmmm," Nick murmured, running his hand along her inner thigh. "Looks delicious."
"Shhhh!" Sally hushed again.
He urged her thighs apart and moved closer, kissing her legs softly. She slid her ass along the chair to bring her cunt closer to his face. Nick pushed her dress up further and twirled a finger over her bush, then rubbed his middle finger through the mesh and along the wetness of her cunt lips.
Now Nick could see the pink lips sparkling with moisture as he spread them. First he slid his finger through the folds and an inch or two into her wet hole, using his thumb to stroke her clit. Already he could feel her thighs trembling with excitement.
The aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils as he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her thigh, an inch from her cunt. Then he slipped his finger from her pussy and pressed his lips against the pink doors, kissing them lightly. Her cunt was drooling. Nick's cock was still piping hot as he ran his palms along her inner thighs and then reached in with two fingers to hold open her scalding lips. Her clit poked out between them, large, pink, and throbbing. He pressed his lips over her hole again and shot his tongue out into the crack, licking from the bottom of her hairy slice all the way up to her clitoris.
Sally shook with pleasure when the tip of his tongue found her clit and fluttered it teasingly. Again she moved her ass to push her crotch further under the desk. Nick sank his fingers into her steamy thighs and sucked hard on her pussy, then closed his lips around her clit and began sucking, biting, kissing, and licking hungrily.
He could only hope that she could control her screams. Her legs were shaking heavily now, he could hear her breathing deeply. Nick knew that Sally always came quickly when he ate her, in less than a minute sometimes. And today, she seemed to be flying toward the end from the minute his lips first touched her pussy.
Nick ate more eagerly as he felt her responding, swallowing often as his mouth filled with her juices. He rubbed his nose against her clit as he lashed his tongue up and down in her slice, then took her pink morsel in his lips again and sucked. His finger slid along her crack now, teasingly approaching her asshole, then moving upward in the crack until the tip of his finger slipped inside her. He twirled it a few times, then thrust it in hard, burying his finger in her pussy up to the knuckle.
She shook wildly now, raising her feet from the floor, thrusting her cunt hard against his face. He knew she was seconds from her end. With his finger still buried in her cunt, he sucked her clit into his mouth and flailed at it with his tongue, sucking as if he wanted to draw every last drop of her pussy juice from her cunt and swallow it.
"Nick…" she breathed softly. "Don't, stop, Nick…"
Her words faded. Suddenly her legs tightened around his head, the warm, silky flesh of her thighs pressed against his head from both sides. He blew her clit out of his mouth, then clamped his lips around it again and started sucking harder than ever as she entered her climax.
It was sheer torture for Sally to control her screams. She wanted to howl at the top of her lungs, wanted to kick her legs high in the air and enjoy the frenzied excitement of her orgasm without worrying about her screams. But, Nick could hear her muffled moans and knew she'd placed a hand over her mouth.
He drank in her juices as they streamed from her cunt, still sucking savagely on her love hole. His finger pistoned in and out a few times, then left her body when her thighs stopped shaking. It was over, and she was breathing deeply, trying to catch her breath.
Nick sat between her legs for a few moments as she calmed herself. Then he slid her panties over her feet and up her legs. She stood up quickly to pull them over her ass, and while she stood Nick crawled out from under the desk.
Seconds later, he was standing next to her desk, she was sitting in her chair. To anyone passing by they looked like any other executive and secretary discussing business.
"That was wonderful, Nick," Sally grinned. Her face was flushed red, her eyes were gleaming. "You've made my day."
"I knew you'd be surprised to find me there," Nick laughed. "Pleasantly surprised."
"Risky, though," she said.
"Not really. I mean, who would ever imagine that while you're sitting there I'm down between your legs?"
"If anyone had come by while I was coming…"
"But they didn't," Nick shrugged.
Her green eyes twinkled as she licked her full, red-painted lips. "Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Harrison?"
He smiled. "Yes, you can come in my office in about five minutes and have a bite of lunch."
"I've already eaten," she giggled, "but I could do with a bite." Nick grinned again and then walked to the door, opened it, and entered his office. His cock was still painfully hard under his slacks. He knew that the first touch of Sally's lips would send his gism soaring.
He glanced out the window again. Across a forty-story canyon he could see the windows of another office building, people moving back and forth. He had to laugh to himself to think that, if anyone were looking from that building toward his window, they were about to catch a real eyeful.
Nick swung around to face his desk, then slid down his zipper and reached in for his cock. He pulled the long, fat tool free of his briefs and breathed a sigh of relief as the hard pole was exposed to the cool air. The cap was swollen and red, blood pulsed visibly through the purple veins that covered his shaft.
The door opened slowly, Sally poked her head in.
"Come in, Miss Lewis, I have a job for you," he smiled.
She closed the door behind her and approached his desk. He watched her skirt swing back and forth over her legs, then enjoyed the wobble of her tits under her tight green sweater.
"Well, I see you're ready for me," she grinned when she reached the side of his desk and looked down at his crotch. "Think I should lock the door?"
"No reason to," Nick shrugged. "No one would open the door without checking with you first. And you're in here."
She knelt down beside his chair. "Have you been thinking about me," she giggled.
"You bet," Nick replied, swinging his legs around. "Go ahead, honey. You know what I like."
She was kneeling between his legs now, staring at his fat prick. Nick looked at her full red lips. He could hardly wait to feel them around his cock.
She gripped the rod in her fingers and squeezed it. A wave of pleasure surged through Nick's groin. When she stroked his rod a few times, he knew he was going to come in a matter of moments.
Slowly she bent over, her hair fell over his thighs. She held the rod upright in her fingers and kissed the bloated cap, then closed her lips around the knob and began sucking.
"Mmmmm, that's terrific!" Nick sighed, spreading his legs.
Her eyes were closed now as she started down his prick. Inch after inch of the pulsing shaft disappeared into her mouth, her warm, soft lips moved smoothly down the tender cockflesh. Nick felt the tip of his prick rubbing against the back of her mouth, then slipping into her throat as she plunged to the root of his prick, her lips touching his open fly.
She rose slowly, then held the cock upright as she twirled her tongue around his crown. A drop of pearly lubricant had formed in his pisshole, she licked it clean with the tip of her tongue and then enveloped his cock in her warmth again, sliding down sharply to the root. As he'd expected, gism was moving quickly toward his organ.
He had half a mind to undo his fly and pull down his pants so that she could play with his balls. But as she swooped down on his rod again, he felt his tool stiffening with seed. There was no time now. He stroked the back of her neck in encouragement, then closed his eyes as her caress moved upward along his cock again. His cock felt the air as she lifted her kiss, then the tip of her tongue as she lapped around his crown again. Her fingers moved along the shaft, which was wet with saliva now, then returned to the base as her caress smothered his rod again.
Nick's thighs tensed, his breath quickened. With his eyes still closed he felt her warmth moving upward again, then her lips pressing against his wet shaft as she plunged. This time she stopped about halfway down the rod, sucking softly on the red-hot flesh. Gism swelled his member to the breaking point.
A hoarse cry escaped his lips as her caress suddenly slid down his prick to the base. The cockhead pressed against the back of her mouth, then exploded inside her, sending spurt after hard spurt of his hot seed deeply into her throat.
She swallowed quickly, but continued moving her kiss up and down his prick as he came. His cock tensed and relaxed with each spurt, his thighs shook, his breath came fast and hard. And then, he felt the final drops of his semen leaking into her mouth.
She swallowed again, then licked his cock clean from base to crown. Her eyes opened, she looked up in his face, beaming with pride.
"Wow, you came fast," she murmured.
"Thanks to you," Nick replied, breathing deeply. "That was terrific, Sally."
She wiped her mouth and stood up. "I owed you that one, Nick."
He curled his prick back into his fly and zipped up. "I guess I was really horny today."
"The way you came, it looked like you haven't had anything in months."
Nick thought of his fiancee Julie, and how infrequently she satisfied him. "No, it hasn't been months," Nick laughed. "Thank God for that."
"You better excuse me now," Sally said. "I've gotta go redo my lipstick."
Nick blew her a kiss. "Why don't you take off early today, Sally. You've put in a hard day."
She was on her way to the door. "I'll see if I can finish my work." She stopped in the doorway, grinning. "My paperwork, that is."
He smiled at her again, then dropped his eyes to her ass as she slipped through the door. Yes, he said to himself, she's got a fine ass. One of these days I'm going to fuck that girl, and I'm sure I won't be disappointed.
He leaned back in his chair, chuckling to himself. There was still a pile of work on his desk. But at that moment, Nick felt completely contented.