C K Ralston

Horny office girls

CHAPTER ONE

Jennifer Halsted paced the waiting room nervously, her hazel eyes flitting from the clock on the wall to the door leading into Patrick Huston's office. The tall career girl had been waiting to see the elusive Mr. Huston for the better part of an hour and she was getting very impatient.

For what seemed like the fifteenth time to day, the well built young Community Jobs Project Director adjusted her prim business suit so that the pleats hung right on the ankle length skirt. She straightened the jacket and, looking around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her white sweater and brushed the wrinkled material smooth across her full, rounded tits. She wished that the bra she had on under the tight sweater didn't look quite so… so natural, as she did every time she wore it. As soon as Jennifer was through checking out her appearance, the door opened and Huston's secretary came out, smiling.

"Mr. Huston will see you now," the breathless girl announced proudly, as though seeing Mr. Huston was a big event.

"Thank you," Jennifer said coldly, trying to get back at someone for the long wait.

Jennifer's manner changed as soon as she stepped into the plush confines of Patrick Huston's office. Standing up and smiling in his close-fitting three-piece suit, with his bright blond-maned, Robert Redford-like good looks, Patrick Huston was obviously well worth waiting for and accustomed to having people wait for him.

"Miss Halsted, how good of you to come so soon," the tall, muscular advertising agency owner greeted his guest. "Won't you sit down? May I offer you a drink?"

Jennifer was used to calling on merchants, bankers, small business types all of whom wanted part-time high school help in their overworked, perennially behind offices. She had never been to a plush suite like this one in her business capacity. She wondered how one of her kids would ever fit into this atmosphere.

But right at the moment, it didn't worry her too much. She was much more preoccupied with Patrick Huston and his flashing blue eyes and broad shoulders. Was he married? Engaged? Did he fool around?

"Now, Miss Halsted, what will you have?" the good-looking agency owner was asking.

"Uh, I'll have a…" Jennifer hesitated, wanting to sound sophisticated in her choice of drinks, not small-town and backward the way she felt right now.

"How about letting me surprise you?" the smooth-talking ad man asked confidently.

"Sure, that'd be great," Jennifer answered quickly.

Huston poured ice, lime juice, sugar, and dark rum into a blender. He took out several handfuls of frozen strawberries from the small refrigerator beneath the bar and added them to the whirling concoction.

"Here, try this and see if it's smooth enough," Huston told Jennifer, handing her a glassful of the pink liquid.

The strawberry daiquiri was the most delicious Jennifer had ever tasted, and she said so. Huston beamed at the compliment to his bartending abilities and sat next to the attractive young career woman on the couch.

"So, what exactly do you have in mind for our girl?" Jennifer asked somewhat nervously, sipping her drink. "Typing, filing, receptionist work?"

"Well, yes, a little of all of the above." Huston gave Jennifer one of his most charming smiles. "My partner and I talked it over and decided that Miss Cline, our secretary, has just too full a workload for one girl to handle. On the other hand, we don't really have enough for another full-time girl, so we thought perhaps one of your high school girls might fill the bill perfectly."

Jennifer smiled at the handsome agency owner. She was really intrigued by the idea of coming by every week to check up on her student and spend some time with the good-looking, obviously wealthy young businessman. He was the kind of catch Jennifer had always sought but hadn't yet found.

"I hope one of our girls will fit in here," the blonde teacher offered. "Some of them are quite skilled for their age, but they are high school girls. Wardrobe and work experience are their big hurdles in most cases. For many of them, this would be their first office job, and this is a very sophisticated environment."

Jennifer toasted Patrick Huston with her cocktail glass to illustrate her point and took another big swallow. The drink was wonderfully cold and sweet, but the stunning job developer had to admit it was hitting her much harder than any strawberry daiquiri ever had before.

"I just wish you could send me a girl as lovely and professional as you are," Huston flattered the tall, gorgeous teacher.

Blushing, Jennifer finished what was left of her drink in two big gulps. She felt the rush of the liquor immediately. She felt flushed and warm in her suit and sweater, even though it was cool in the air-conditioned suite.

"My, it's certainly warm in here… may I?" Jennifer asked, starting to remove her jacket.

"I'd be delighted," Huston answered, his eyes shifting down to Jennifer's big tits. He smiled roguishly.

Before Jennifer even knew she wanted one, Huston was up and pouring another big drink of the chilling liquid to help control the rising warmth and nervousness she was feeling.

"I certainly wish my teachers had been as pretty as you when I was in high school," Huston told the delectable blonde as he rejoined her on the couch. He sat much closer this time, his arm draped casually around the back of the sofa and Jennifer's shoulders.

"Why, Mr. Huston, you flatter a girl so!" Jennifer responded coquettishly.

"No flattery involved, beautiful," Patrick Huston said, dropping his arm onto Jennifer's shoulder and pulling her in close. "You know you're absolutely fantastic, don't you?"

The amorous agency owner didn't give Jennifer time to answer. His lips were on hers and he was crushing her in his arms before she had time to think, much less speak.

The speed and intensity of Patrick Huston's advances took the surprised teacher's breath away. Jennifer leaned back in the elegantly dressed businessman's arms and let him push his hot, slickly moving tongue into her mouth. It tickled and entwined with Jennifer's in a maddening, arousing way that soon had her blood pounding and her tits tingling with desire.

Patrick Huston went after those tits in just a few more moments. He put his hands on Jennifer's big round globes and squeezed them through the heavy fabric of her bra and sweater.

Jennifer moaned and attempted to twist away, but she didn't pull her lips from the agency owner's. The feeble attempt to escape Patrick Huston's roving fingers only served to increase their growing mutual lust for one another. The voluptuous blonde's tiny cries of muffled protest and her unsuccessful attempts to dislodge Huston's hands heated the already turned-on ad man past the boiling point.

Huston released Jennifer's firm tits for a moment and she felt him jerking at her tucked-in sweater. The stretchy garment came free of her tight skirt, and she felt his fingertips roaming over her heaving belly, moving up to grasp her bra-encased tits once more.

Strong, knowing fingers came down on Jennifer's expanding nipples, squeezing the large buds right through the firm fabric of the protective cups. Her swollen nipples jerked in unison, and Jennifer yelped at the unexpected stinging pulse of erotic sensation shooting through her captured tits.

Patrick Huston pulled his tongue out of Jennifer's sucking mouth and moved his head back so that he could stare at the half uncovered treasures revealed by her low-cut bra. He discovered, to his obvious delight, that the bra Jennifer had chosen to wear today was a style that hooked in front. He fumbled briefly with the hook and the deeply rounded melons fell out of the parting halves.

"Jesus, how beautiful they are!" Patrick Huston muttered in a tone just short of awe as he eyed the jutting large-nippled beauties.

Jennifer closed her eyes as his head dipped and she felt the young executive's breath on her left tit. His tongue made hot wet contact with her half-erect nipple and she felt it swelling immediately as the slippery muscle caressed it.

"M-Mr. Huston," the still half-frightened job developer managed to sigh. "What… what if someone comes in?" Huston stopped the exquisite tongue job for only a moment.

"No one had better," the horny ad man mumbled. "If that dumb bitch of a secretary of mine stumbles in now, then I'll be hiring two of your girls!"

The agency owner pushed Jennifer back on the couch and planted his lips back on her heaving tit once more. The lovely blonde didn't want to seem too easy to this insistent, eminently eligible young, she hoped bachelor, but his mouth tugging at her sensitive titty flesh and the booze swirling around in her confused brain made it all too wonderful to resist.

Huston's hands were at Jennifer's waist now, undoing her belt and skirt and pulling at both the skirt and her tight pantyhose. The stubborn material came down slowly, giving Huston a teasing, provocative view of Jennifer's trim waist and full, luscious hips. Her skin was white as carved alabaster and smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom.

The impatient agency owner grew even more excited by the tantalizing pace, and he gave a huge tug just as Jennifer was raising her hips up off the couch. The pantyhose and skirt came down all the way to the blonde Goddess' knees, and Huston was staring directly into the fluted furls of Jennifer's smallish, coral colored pussy-mouth…

"Oh, now that's nice!" Patrick Huston marveled aloud. "So red and juicy and utterly edible."

Jennifer blushed all the way down to her uncovered tits in spite of herself. She had been eaten many times in her twenty-seven years, but no one had ever waxed so eloquent about her cunt before dipping his tongue in for a taste. And Jennifer could never remember wanting anybody to stick his mouth on her pussy as badly as she wanted Patrick Huston. The more he admired her statuesque body, the more she wanted, him to think of her as somebody really special.

Huston's head was moving downward. He had shucked off the detectable teacher's pantyhose and skirt completely by now, and flicked off her shoes. His tongue moved in a lazy, cunt-exciting line down the half-naked woman's belly. The licking muscle wet down Jennifer's golden pussy-curls until they were a sodden mass of dark tangles.

His tickling tongue parted the matted fur and edged into the topmost part of Jennifer's gleaming-with-need cunt. Huston tongued the teacher's shiny red clitoris. The tip of his well trained tongue flicked out and lifted the tiny bead slightly, circling all around it before leaving her clit to return to her pussy-hole.

"Ughhhhhhh!" Jennifer groaned, her ass hopping off the couch as though a griddle had been turned, on beneath her.

Waves of hot pleasure rolled through the young teacher's throbbing clitty as Patrick Huston's tongue found it again and again. The agency owner's lips fastened around Jennifer's pussy-mouth, and he sucked the hot juice from her swollen cunt as he stabbed at her burning clitoris.

"Oh, ohhhh,ohhhhhh!" Jennifer howled louder and louder as the tonguing got faster and the suction grew more fierce on her splashing cunt.

"In… in me!" the golden haired woman pleaded, her growing lust gaining control over her reluctance to beg for it. "Stick… stick your hot tongue inside me, please!"

Patrick Huston was in no hurry. He continued to mouth the pleading girl's steamy cunt just as he pleased for what seemed to Jennifer a heart-pounding eternity. His tongue toyed with her clit and licked all around her distended cunt lips and his mouth bestowed warm, lip-smacking kisses up and down her pussy, drinking in her boiling pussy-juice.

"Ahhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh God!" Jennifer was whining and shoving her cunt up off the couch. Fuck me! Fuck me with your long, hot tongue! Please… please give it to me.

Just as Huston's zipper was reaching the bottom and his fingers were working the clasp loose on his trousers, there came a loud insistent knock on the locked office door.

"Mr. Huston, Mr. Huston, there's an urgent call for you. Long distance, from Mr. Stevenson."

Jennifer recognized the voice of the short, extremely attractive secretary who had announced that Mr. Huston would finally see her a half-hour before. The girl sounded angry, as though she knew perfectly well what was going on between Jennifer and her boss, and didn't care for it a bit.

Struggling back into her clothes in seconds, Jennifer was up off the couch and smoothing her blonde hair back into place as Huston nodded to her and opened the door. The short redheaded secretary burst into the room breathlessly, looking around as if searching for evidence to confirm her suspicions.

There was none to find, except for Jennifer's slightly flushed face and the lingering faint smell of her cunt juice near the couch. The secretary glared at the blonde intruder before turning back toward her boss.

"I'm sorry to disturb your meeting, sir, but you have been trying to get through to Mr. Stevenson in New York for two days, now, and you did leave instructions to reach you as soon as he called," the pretty freckle-face redhead breathed excitedly. "I tried your intercom, but it seemed to be off."

Huston nodded grimly, his displeasure etched on his handsome face like storm clouds on the horizon. He held his temper in cheek, however, obviously knowing his secretary had him in a corner he couldn't get out of without countermanding his previous orders.

"Uh, I'll run along now, Mr. Huston, so you can take your call," Jennifer said brightly, disappointed to the core but damned if she would give the other girl the satisfaction of showing it. "I'll try to have some of my better students here for you to interview by the end of the week, and I certainly look forward to dropping by and monitoring their progress with you from time to time. Good day."

Jennifer shot the secretary a triumphant look as she said the part about dropping by. The tall blonde was careful to swing her hips in a way that was both ladylike and sensuous as she left the office and closed the door behind her.

CHAPTER TWO

Patrick Huston's anger toward Mary Kelly, his red-haired secretary, had all but vanished ten minutes later when he got off the phone with New York. Stevenson was the vice-president in charge of advertising for a big company, and Huston had him eating out of his hand when he clicked off the speaker phone and grinned at Mary.

"Hot damn, lady, this calls for a drink!" the handsome agency owner shouted gleefully, rubbing his hands together with excitement. "If I get Stevenson's soft drink outfit in our pocket in this town, I can kiss a lot of these chicken shit local accounts good-bye! We'll be rollin', baby, rollin'!"

Mary smiled warily at her boss. She finished with the notes on the conversation as it had gone on and put her pad and pencil down. She knew he was happy about the way the call had gone, but she didn't know how angry he still was.

Pat Huston smiled confidently and took off his suit coat. He loosened his tie and joined Mary on the couch. It amused him to think about what he was about to do, fucking Mary on the exact spot he would have fucked the other girl, the luscious blonde, if Mary hadn't interrupted them with the phone call.

"What kind of celebration did you have in mind, lover?" Mary said coyly. May as well make the smug handsome bastard work for it a little, she thought to herself, especially after what he tried to pull with that blonde hussy.

Pat downed half his powerful drink and moved closer to the cute, vivacious redhead on the couch. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and put down his drink.

"Come here, baby," Pat growled at Mary as he put his arms around her and drew her close.

"My, aren't we in a hurry today," Mary chided the eager executive.

"I'm always in a hurry to fuck you, beautiful," Pat said hungrily. He didn't mention that he had a raging case of blue balls, thanks to his incomplete encounter with Jennifer Halsted, and he was just aching to pump his cum into a hot, wet pussy – whose didn't really matter.

Pat kissed Mary hard and deep, his tongue lancing into her throat like a cock penetrating her cunt. All at once, Mary tasted something strange, yet familiar; it was sweet and-slick and was nearly covered up by the rum and strawberries on their collective breaths, but, it was there.

Mary racked her brain. She knew she had tasted something very similar before, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what…

"Cunt juice!" Mary shouted suddenly, tearing her lips from Pat's. "You have that other woman's stuff all over your chin and your lips, you pervert! How could you make me kiss you with her cum all over your mouth?"

Pat laughed and undid his vest. He kept his eyes on the petite red-haired girl's and unbuttoned all the buttons on his expensive dress shirt. The self-assured, executives bared his chest and undid his pants. He took Mary's hand and put it over his heart, his eyes never leaving hers.

Mary told herself that she was enraged by his insensitive behavior. She made up her mind that she would show him this time that she wouldn't give in to his captivating gaze, his muscular tan physique, his super-cool manners. But even as the weak-willed secretary was telling herself that she was going to resist him this time, Mary found her fingers tracing patterns in Pat's thick chest hair. Her hand was rubbing in ever-widening circles, moving lower and lower, until her fingertips were at the elastic barrier of his boxer shorts.

"Take my cock out, baby," Pat commanded her. "Let's see if you still know what to do with a thick hard cock."

Mary groaned and told herself once more that she wouldn't, but her hand proved to be a greedy, five-fingered traitor. It slipped under the stretchy band and pushed downward. In moments, Pat's big throbbing dick was in her clutching fingers, and the shorts were on their way down as her other hand began tugging at the waistband.

"That's it, honey, stroke my prick," Pat whispered in a gloating tone. "Make that fucker hard as a rock, so I can ram it right up your wet little cunt. Use your mouth on me… don't be a tease."

The head of her boss' wide cock appeared over the top of his shorts just as he was urging her to put her lips to it, and something gave way inside Mary. She felt all warm and shivery inside, especially in her hollow, aching cunt, and the hot-blooded secretary just had to do what he wanted.

Mary's practically dived into Pat's lap, and her hand tore at his waistband as her lips closed over the tip of his big cock. The eager girl's wet mouth began a long, satisfying slide that didn't end until her lips were against the base of her boss' prick and his wiry pubic hair was pressed into her nose.

"Ahhhhhhh, that's the Mary I know and love!" Pat chuckled. "Now use that sweet tongue. Lick my cock. Get it so stiff I'll fuck your ever-livin' guts out with it."

Mary murmured hotly around the mouth filling cock and began swiping at it with her slippery tongue. She moved her tight lips up and down the hot shaft, licking as she went.

Gone were all thoughts of what a no-good bastard Pat Huston was. Mary didn't care what degrading, ugly things he might do to her. All she knew was that she loved him and wanted his wide hot prick up her yearning pussy. She had fought off the intrusions of all the young, beautiful models Pat came into contact with constantly in his work. Mary's lush, perfectly-formed little body always fucking him exquisitely and making him come back to her in the end and she vowed she would make him forget about this new blonde in the same cock-pleasing way.

"Oh, Jesus… Jesus, you're the best!" Pat murmured at that moment, as if Mary's frantic thoughts were reaching into his consciousness. "You always were the finest, you dick-licking little cunt. Suck that thing. Suck my cock!"

Mary went crazy, as she always did when she got Pat's swollen prick in her mouth. The pert redhead's lips went up and down on her boss' smooth cock like a well-oiled machine doing what it had been designed to do. Her tongue licked continually at the ad man's bulb-like tip and swabbed all around his hard shaft as the head poked deep into Mary's descending throat cavity.