"You're really not qualified," Steve Dawson was saying. The handsome, twenty-nine-year-old executive shook his head as he scanned Becky's resume. "Forty word typing speed. I think it was two months ago that we didn't hire a young women who could type twice that fast."
Becky just shrugged and blushed. There wasn't much else she could do. Even if she had been qualified, she would have felt nervous no matter what. She'd never imagined that Steve Dawson would turn out to be such a dreamboat. He was so tail and rugged-looking, and he had a face like a young Paul Newman! Becky had felt something swoon inside herself the moment she'd gotten a look at him. What was even more appealing was that Steve was obviously a completely, sincerely decent person. She could just tell, somehow, by the way he looked at her, by the way he spoke.
"I-I don't know what to say, Mr. Dawson," Becky mumbled. "I mean, I wish I could type faster and everything, but I'm sure I'll get better with practice. I'm real eager to learn, sir. I promise I'll do everything I can to be a good secretary."
"You really want this job a lot, don't you?" Dawson asked, and made Becky feel faint again as he arrested her with his cool blue stare.
"I-I sure do."
"All right," Dawson sighed. "Frankly, I don't really need a secretary, but I'll do my best to find some work for you to do. It'll probably hurt me more for the next few weeks than it will help. A new secretary needs a lot of training. But…" He smiled charmingly. "Welcome aboard just the same!"
Becky's new work station was a small, cozy cubicle next to the door leading to Steve Dawson's private office. She was still in at six that evening, poring dutifully over a stack of manuals that Steve had suggested she read, when she was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Busty, Brainless Becky. You must really be a glutton for punishment."
Diane smirked, sidling into the cubicle and sitting arrogantly on the side of Becky's desk. Becky looked up the bitchy, beautiful blonde and felt herself blushing.
"I saw your name on the new personnel list," Diane said breezily. "It's one of the things I handle around here. Actually, I handle a lot of things around here." Diane giggled and shook her head. "I suppose this must be part of some half-baked attempt to win Mitch back, eh? Get a job in the same company, pull a few heart strings. Is that the idea?"
"N-n-no!" Becky shot back defensively. "I-I got fired, that's all. This happened to be the only place in town with a job opening, and…"
"Horseshit!"
Diane picked up the stack of manuals on the desk and dropped them contemptuously to the floor. Then the slim blonde slid onto the desk in their place, wiggling her skirt-clad ass boldly onto the center of the blotter, in the middle.
"Why, how-how rude." Becky sputtered. "Why don't you just leave, Diane? Who says I even want to talk to you?"
"I can't leave. You haven't licked my pussy yet."
Becky gasped. Smirking, Diane pulled up her skirt, revealing a lacy pair of bikini panties with a dense, golden bush showing through the fabric. Diane wriggled out of them quickly, then kicked off her shoes, leaving herself naked from the waist down. Becky could only gasp again as the vixenish blonde spread her legs wide apart, shamelessly displaying to Becky the pink, pouting lips of her obviously moistening cunt.
"Why, you-you dirty…"
"You'd better do as you're told, Becky."
"Stan licking, you little bitch! If you want to, you can even think about your darling Mitch while you're going down on me. After all, you'll be sucking the hole he just finished fucking this morning!"
"Oh, you cunt!" Becky squealed. "You awful, nasty cunt!"
But then the top heavy teen lowered her head, shamefully obeying, burying her face between Diane's spread thighs. Diane smiled triumphantly as she watched and felt Becky pressing her mouth to her gooey pussy slit. She clutched Becky's head with both hands and began thrusting and grinding her round little ass off the edge of the desk, pumping her pussy onto Becky's lips.
"That's a good little cunt licker!" she hissed. "Come on, Becky, get your tongue in there! I know you love the taste of my hot little beaver!"
In spite of her shame, Becky knew this was true. She really did love the taste of Diane's wet, throbbing cunt. The pussy lips were pulsing on her mouth, and Diane's cunt was already oozing heavily. Tentatively, delightedly, Becky started licking, shutting her eyes as she sluiced her tongue up and down between the pink lips of Diane's fuck slit.
"Mmmmm!" Diane clawed the nape of Becky's neck, excitedly grinding and fucking her ass cheeks off the desk. "You like licking pussy, don't you, honey? Get your tongue in there, Becky. If you do a good job, I might even let you alone around here for awhile!"
Becky moved her hands up, pressing her fingertips delicately to the puffy outer lips of Diane's slit. Lightly she spread them open, exposing more of the glistening inner pinkness of Diane's cunt. Then she started sucking and licking more avidly than ever, keeping her eyes closed as she greedily lapped her tongue up and down the tasty, buttery fuck slit.
"Ummm!" Diane wriggled her ass a little more eagerly, biting her lip and shuddering as the fuck heat mounted steadily in her crotch. "God, what a sweet little cunt licker you are. Even if you're not good for anything else, you can eat pussy like a real pro! Unnngggh! Put your fingers in me now, Becky! Come on, you know how to fingerfuck a cunt, don't you?"
Becky obediently straightened two fingers, goosing them into the narrow, clinging interior of Diane's pussy. Her own lust mounted as she felt the pussy tunnel clasping around the digits; as much as she hated the idea, sucking a warm, tasty pussy like Diane's really was a turn-on.
Becky started to pump the fingers rapidly in and out, still flicking her tongue on the throbbing, juicing pussy, loving the muskiness of the fuck oils oozing from Diane's slit. Then Becky started licking Diane's fat little clit instead, moving the swollen nubbin teasingly from side to side with her tongue.
"Unngggh! Oh, fuck!" Diane grimaced with pleasure, clawing the back of Becky's head, madly bucking her ass off the desk edge. "Yes, lick me right there! Oh, fuck, that's what I need! I love getting my clitty sucked! Unnngggh! Eat it for me, honey! Put it in your mouth and fucking suck on it good!"
Becky wrapped her lips around the fat little clit, sucking gently but forcefully, pushing the bud from side to side with the tip of her tongue. Diane immediately started bucking much more enthusiastically, fucking her wet, hairy cunt on Becky's face.
"Suck it good now! Unnngggh! Make me cum, you big-titted little bitch! Make my pussy cum!"
Becky sucked the swollen, throbbing clit harder still, pressing her tongue on the underside, licking rapidly up and down. She twisted her fingers deep inside Diane's pussy, then pushed them rapidly in and out.
"Awww, fuck, I'm cumming now!" Diane squealed. She clawed the back of Becky's head, fucking her ass rhythmically off the desk. "Eat my pussy, eat my horny little pussy! Unnngggh! Cuuunmmmiiinnngg!"
Diane's wet little pussy hole spasmed in orgasm, pulsating on Becky's mouth, rewarding the busty teen's cunt-licking efforts with a heavy flow of womanly cream. By now feeling quite horny, Becky eagerly kept licking and lapping, guiding Diane through the full force of her orgasm. Then the embarrassed teen sat straight again, licking the pussy juice from the corners of her mouth and looking up at Diane submissively.
"That's enough for now," Diane said.
Diane slid off the desk, puffing her skirt down and reaching for her panties.
"You know, your new boss has quite a reputation around here," Diane said. "He works his ass off, but he never makes a fuss when everybody else steals the credit."
Becky didn't say anything. She was still thinking about the taste of Diane's cunt.
"Shit, nobody wants to give him credit. If he got promoted, everybody'll have to work twice as hard to live up to his standards. So they keep on passing him by. As a matter of fact, they're going to be passing him by again real soon. My boss has a nice, fat project to award to someone, and Steve Dawson isn't going to get it. Mitch is, and it'll be because of me. Now what do you think of them apples, Becky? Hmmm?"
Becky was still too distracted to speak. Diane giggled and wiggled her buns teasingly.
"I might just send somebody by to see you tomorrow," Diane smiled. "A friend of mine. Peter Cade. I think you'll like him. He likes getting his cock sucked."
"But…"
"You'd better just go along, honey. After all, if you don't keep this job, you know you're never going to have a shot at getting Mitch back." Then Diane started to walk away. "Of course, you're never going to get him back anyway!"
And then the smirking Diane disappeared down the corridor, leaving Becky alone again. Becky sighed, slumping in her chair and then shamefully lifting the front of her own skin. Soon the sexually frustrated brunette teenager was fingerfucking, her hand moving rapidly under her panties, darting her finger eagerly in and out of her gooey, smoldering cunt.
Well, there just wasn't anything else for her to do, was there? And Diane was right. If she wanted to keep the job, she'd just have to go along.
"Unnggg! Oh, I'm so horny!" Becky whimpered. And soon the ashamed, horny teenager was jacking off her pussy like a bitch in heat, her panties dangling around her ankles, her knees cocked up high and spread wide, feverishly punching her fingers in and out of her throbbing, aching cunt.