Bill Ellis glanced down at his boss' secretary, who was busily writing in a ledger like she hadn't noticed he had come in. Even though Carla Wyman was both a neighbor and a coworker to Bill, he had never managed to see her in quite this perspective, looking fully down the front of her dress. Her head was slightly down as she leaned forward to write, and the green bodice of the dress fell away from her chest, showing heavy tits, which were full and firm, almost to the hard nipples, since Carla never wore a bra.
Immediately Bill's cock went hard as a rock, even tough the woman was ten years older than he.
Carla had flaming red hair teased back from her forehead and the back of it draped down to her shoulders. She was a large woman, almost as tall as Bill, but the flesh of her body was packed firmly and seductively into womanly curves. Now he could see that her tits were a teenaged boy's wet dream. And before, when he had watched her walk down the hall, he was fascinated by her flaring ass, which had been hugged tightly by the snug skirt. In his mind, he slowly began undressing the older woman until she finally looked up and recognized that he was here. Her emerald eyes, he noticed, sparkled with the icy fire of gems.
"Oh, Bill," Carla said, as if she hadn't really expected him. A smile pulled at her lips, painted a bright red that made Bill think of blood.
"You said the boss wanted to see me at four," Bill reminded her, as one hand tugged at the knot of his tie. It seemed so funny to be dressed up in a suit and out in the business world so soon in his life, but he reminded himself that he was now married man with responsibilities.
Carla studied the young man standing in front of her before she answered. God, these married ones are getting younger and younger, she thought, as her eyes slowly moved from his face down to the front of his body. He hadn't even lost the hardness of flesh and thinness of youth, so it was going to be like attacking a boy. But that was more than all right – in fact, just what she wanted – the lusty woman reminded herself as she felt the lips of her pussy go wet.
Bill was almost exactly six feet tall, just a couple of inches above Carla's own height. His brown hair was longer than that of most men in the office, and he wore it swept back on top. His face still had the angular look of youth, and his body was still slim and firm. After a more general survey, Carla looked straight at his crotch, not caring that he would notice, and she saw that his cock had grown hard in his pants. Thank you, tits, she thought. Just what she had expected. But a cock-bulge was all she could see right now, so she'd have to dig into those slacks to find out just how big his prick really was. Later, though… First, there was something else.
Bill shuffled uncomfortably on his feet as he stood there while the woman looked him over, and he had to tell himself that he must be mistaken when he thought she was staring right at his crotch. He could feel his hard prick pressing against his shorts and the front of the slacks, and he hoped that she wouldn't notice. This woman had helped him get the job here at the office, and the last thing he wanted to do was to take a chance of offending her. If she saw his cock was hard, she'd probably know he was looking down her dress at her tits. Bill tried to force his prick to soften by will power alone, but his stubborn cock refused to go down.
Carla smiled and rose from the chair to walk out from behind the desk. Bill breathed a sigh of relief now that the woman was no longer looking at his body, and he followed her then she motioned him toward a door.
"Just step on in here," Carla told him, reaching for a heavy woods door. "Mr. Jones is out right now, but I want you to wait inside."
She opened the door and stepped through. It was dark inside the room. A huge wooden desk, with its top virginally clean, stood like a monolith on the other side of the room. Carla walked over to a bookcase and snapped on a small lamp, then cut behind the desk to some shelving on the opposite wall. She snapped on another bulb. Soft light now filled the room, and everything was easily seen.
Bill sat in the chair that she indicated, sinking far down into the heavy cushions directly in front of the desk. Carla disappeared for a few seconds behind him and he could hear the door close, and he swore there was a click of a lock.
She's gone back outside to her desk, he thought to leave me here for Mr. Jones.
So Carla surprised him when she walked back in front of him and pushed herself up to sit on the front of the desk. She was only three or four feet away, and the chair was so deep that Bill sank into it until his face was barely above the level of the desk. Carla was right in front of him so he couldn't help but look, and what he saw almost made his eyes bulge. The woman's creamy thighs were slightly parted and he could look completely up the short skirt of her dress. There, where her legs came together, was bright red pussy hair on her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties! And he could see her pussy! Bill tore his eyes away from the luscious sight so Carla wouldn't catch him looking so boldly at her cunt.
Carla smiled and wiggled her ass against the top of the desk. Long experience had taught her how to do it, and the movement pulled the hem of her skirt even higher. She knew her hot pussy was already in view, but she wanted to give Bill an unhampered good look. She almost laughed when she saw the young man struggle with himself to avoid staring at her bare cunt.
"What… what about Mr. Jones?" Bill finally stammered, trying to scramble his mind onto a safe subject. Maybe if he could get her talking, she wouldn't notice he was looking at her pussy. His tie felt like it was strangling him and beads of sweat had broken out on his neck.
The drops of perspiration caused his skin to itch, as the trickled down his chest.
"DO you have any idea what he might have wanted?"
Carla laughs, "Haven't you figured it out yet," she chided the young newlywed man in a seductive voice. "Old Jonesy has gone for the day. It wasn't him – it was me who wanted you in herewith the door closed, so we could have ourselves a little talk. Nobody can hear, baby boy, since all the rest of the employees are way down at the end of the hall."
"What… what do you mean? What… what won't they be able to hear," the young man barely managed. His eyes had drifted down to the woman's fiery-furred pussy again, and he was having a great deal of trouble keeping his thoughts clear enough to talk.
"First, stop the fucking stammering!" the woman snapped. "Go ahead and look at my pussy as much as you want. But when I ask a question, you answer me straight, or I'm going to rip off your prick!"
"Yes, okay!" he answered swiftly without taking his eyes from her cunt. In the fiery bramble of pussy hair, he could make out the vertical lips of her pussy slit and, as the skirt edged even farther back, he could even see a soft glint of cunt juice.
"You know," Carla continued, now pleasantly [missing text].
"I'm the reason you have this job. If it wasn't for me, there's not a ghost of a chance that you'd be here at all."
"What do you mean?" Bill asked, glancing up. Thankfully, he had managed to get through that first word. "I know you put in a word for me with the boss, but I thought that was all that you did."
Carla laughed, squirming her ass until the skirt lifted clear into her lap. She spread her legs outward, forcing the garment up on the sides of her thighs. Now her cunt and the front part of her ass lay directly on the wooden desktop, and there was nothing to restrict the young man's view.
"I got the job for you, you immature little prick," Carla scolded Bill, her voice suddenly cutting. "I told the boss to hire you or else, and old Jonesy likes fucking my pussy and shooting jism into my mouth too much not to give me everything that I want."
"But…"
"But, your ass!" Carla snapped, rising to the occasion. Her domineering air was rising like the temperature in an oven. "Look at you – barely out of school and already earning enough to rent that house from the Stones. How the fuck do you think you got that job and salary to do something you know nothing about?"
Bill felt his manhood challenged. "I'm learning," he said desperately.
"Learning shit." Carla laughed sarcastically. "You're not here to learn. You're here became you have a cute little wife, and outside of being able to lick pussy and fuck cock up a cunt, what kind of qualifications do you really have? None, you little prick! So I got you the job, and the Stones rented you the house, so the two of you – you and Brenda – would be available to do what you do best!"
"But Brenda…"
"Brenda's eating on that money, clothing her naked ass with it, and living in that house," Carla snarled. "Now shut your Goddamn mouth. I don't want it to open except to stick a tongue up my cunt. And that's something I want right now!"
The woman leaned back onto the desk with one elbow while her other hand stripped her skirt up to her waist. She tugged off a narrow ribbon belt then pointed a finger down to her leaking cunt. Lying back with her thighs spread widely, she let her pussy flare open like a flower. Hot, red cunt flesh, slickened by juices, gaped, showing the opening to her cunt hole and the oversized clit at the top of the pussy gash.
"Now!" she demanded loudly at the young man when he hesitated about coming up out of the chair. "You eat my cunt right now, or tomorrow morning you can start looking for another job!"
Bill's mind raced. Images of his beautiful young wife, Brenda, flashed accusingly and he knew he shouldn't do anything to betray her, even if it was just eating pussy rather than fucking it. They had only been married for three weeks now, and he knew it wouldn't be right to lick another woman's cunt. But that woman was threatening him with his job, and that was all the money he and Brenda had to their name. Without the job, there would be no house – not even a crummy apartment on the south end of town. They'd have to move in and live off his mother or – God forbid – her parents, who had never liked him since the first day they had met.
But, even more, there was something else driving him to give in and lick out Carla's pussy, and that was his hard, throbbing prick in his pants. As he had sat there looking at Carla's, juicy pussy, his cock had literally raged. The bubbling in his balls made him want to dive right into that hot cunt hole, eating it lustfully, then ram his prick clear up the pussy channel to the end.
And it was that sexual excitement that finally moved him from the chair and dropped him submissively to his knees right in front of the desk. Overhanging the edge was a swampy pussy that demanded action by his mouth. Bill gulped and leaned in, licking out with his tongue, and he began to eat cunt just like he had been told.
"Yes!" Carla hissed as the newlywed man's tongue licked into her pussy slit. Quickly, her hands reached down and looped the belt around his neck and used it to pull him into her cunt. His lips smothered down onto hot pussy flesh as his nose was forced into her cunt hair. She laughed loudly and triumphantly as she knew she had brought another young man to his knees to worship at the fountain of her cunt. As if on order, her pussy hole exploded and gushed a hot stream of juices into his waiting face.
"Eat it, you son of a bitch!" she demanded savagely. "I want you to lick my cunt clean!"
Bill wallowed in surprise. He hadn't really known what to expect. He'd only eaten two pussy holes in his life, including Brenda's reluctant cunt, and he'd never seen a clit as hot and juicy as this. The first time he'd licked pussy had be a the back of a car with the high school whore, and he'd no more gotten his tongue inter slit than she'd wanted to fuck his cock. With Brenda, his new wife had just lain therein their marital bed trembling while her little cunt hole remained totally city. He had softly stroked his tongue around her miniscule clit, but the gentle caress hadn't really seemed to turn her on.
Now this pussy, right here in his boss' office, was as hot as fire against the skin of his face and firing off blasts of cunt juices like a hose. Some of the cunt cream had splashed into his mouth and he'd swallowed it, tasting its acid like flavor. And, each time he slowed down with his tongue, Carla jerked on the belt around his neck, almost cutting off his breath.
Carla's laughter filled the room. She was as pleased as the cat that swallowed the canary. She had forced the young newlywed asshole down onto his knees in submission and she was making him eat out her cunt. She loved the power she had over young, subservient males and already she was building quickly to a roaring cum. Her cunt had a quick trigger with a slave's tongue in her pussy, and she refused to hold herself back.
"Tongue-fuck my cunt hole!" she growled lustily. "Use your tongue like a Goddamn prick!"
Bill tilted his face down. The tip of his nose dipped into the juicy cunt crack, stroking along the side of her distended clit. His lips found the mouth of her leaking pussy hole, and his tongue slithered out. It curled before it rammed in, to give it a stiffness to fuck up her cunt. The tip pushed through her pussy ring, collecting juices that ran to the back of his mouth where he swallowed them. He pushed his tongue as far as he could.
"Fuck it shit face," the red-haired woman screamed. "Ream out my cunt hole with your tongue."
Bill's tongue pistoned frantically in the woman's pussy hole. The belt tightened around his neck until his breaths were ragged and thin.
Carla growled as her pussy exploded. A tremendous cum blasted through hr guts. Pussy juices shot from her cunt hole and washed down the young man's face and neck. His tie burned a dark color as it soaked up the cream from her cunt. Even his shirt was stained from pussy juices before the lusty woman's cum was through.
Bill couldn't believe it. The woman's pussy had soaked his face and neck. Even his shirt and tie were stained from the blasting cunt juices that had erupted as the woman had creamed. When the narrow belt was stripped from his neck, he rocked back to sit on his heels. The strong odor of pussy juices wafted up to his nose, and he knew that he smelled of cunt.
"Now you're beginning to understand," Carla said sternly as she sat back up on the edge of the desk. Her lips were parted and her teeth glinted in the soft light of the room. "Now I want you to stand up and get out of those clothes – so I can give you a reward for being a good pussy-eating slave."
"But what if somebody discovers us in here?" Bill groaned, imagining that his short-lived career would be at an end.
"Then you better hope it's a female," Carla laughed sadistically. "That way, you'll be licking another pussy instead of eating cock."
Bill gulped and rose to his feet. Everything had suddenly gotten completely out of hand. His innocent young wife was waiting for him at home, unsuspecting, and here he was being forced to strip naked at work. But he had no doubt that he had better do it, since Carla Wyman held his job in her hands. Quickly, he stripped off his damp tie and shirt, then he buckled his pants. Looking at the stern woman with pleading eyes did no good, and he resolved himself and shoved down his undershorts. His hard prick whipped free and slapped its thick cockhead loudly against his belly.
"Well look at the little slave's prick." Carla laughed sarcastically. "He's standing there pretending to be shy and all the time he was eating pussy, his cock was as hard as a rock."
She pushed herself from the desk, her skirt slipping back down to cover her wet pussy. She looped the belt in her hands like a noose around the young man's rigid cock and balls the twisted the material to draw it tight. Because she was almost as tail as Bill she could find leverage with her arm to pull upward, yanking the newlywed onto his toes by the pressure on his prick and balls.
"That hurts," Bill said, grimacing as he tried to push himself higher.
The narrow belt was twisted until the loop in the material cut sharply into the base of his cock and around the top of the sac of his balls. When it was pulled, the pain increased until he almost passed out in pain.
Carla turned the naked man by pulling on the belt until she had his bare ass leaning against the front of the desk. When she yanked even harder toward the ceiling, Bill climbed up onto the edge of the desk. His ass cheeks clung to the wood as his legs dangled in front. Then the demanding Carla took one step backward, yanking his cock and balls against the pull of his own weight.
"Ouch!" Bill exclaimed. His balls ached and his cock throbbed. One more twist of the cloth belt and he was afraid his prick and balls would be torn completely off.
"Now you listen to me and I'm going to tell you what you're going to do," Carla sneered as she stepped closer to him. She kept the pressure on his cock and balls by pulling the belt up between her tits. "Tomorrow night is Friday night, and you're going to come across the street to my house at seven o'clock, and you're going to bring along that pretty little wife. If you're so much as a minute late, you'll be in the unemployment line Monday morning."
"But what are you going to do?" Bill said through teeth clenched in pain. "Why do I have to bring Brenda along?"
"You'll find out, you little asshole!" she said near his face. "You just be there with Brenda or kiss your job good-bye. I'll even get the Stones to throw you out of that little dream house that silly wife of yours seems to love!"
Now Bill knew there was no question about both of them going to the Wymans'. It would kill Brenda to have to move out of her dream house, and Bill could never do anything that caused that to be. Quickly he nodded, then he felt the belt unwind from his prick.
Her lips locked around the young man's prickshaft and glided up and down as she fucked cock with her face. Her mouth, he knew, could be as tight as her pussy and she wanted to make this youngster blast cum all over her tonsils. One of in hands reached up and gathered in his balls, and she kneaded them together with her fingers. Within minutes, the hard, youthful prick was swelling in her mouth as the cockhead ballooned even bigger. Another couple of vicious sucks with her lips, and she was rewarded with a hot splash of creamy cum against the back of her mouth.
"Oh shit, I'm cumming." Bill howled as he pushed against the floor with his toes.
He rammed his prick at the cock-sucking woman and blasted wad after wad of jism into the wet heat of her mouth. It was the first time anyone had ever eaten his cum, and the new experience was driving him wild. In those few seconds, he no longer cared whose face he was fucking, or that, just a few minutes ago, he'd been established as the lusty woman's slave.