Marvin Cox

Swinging secretary

CHAPTER ONE

Sara let her fingers slide down the man's face to his shoulders, touching the firm-muscled flesh. Slowly she closed her eyes and moaned, her expression one of tortured anguish.

"Lick my pussy!" she whispered. "Oh God, chew it up and swallow it!"

The man spread the loose folds of skin that surrounded her tiny opening and leaned forward, sniffing the steamy aroma of her oozing canal. As her throbbing clit came into view, he touched it with the tip of his tongue, making Sara flinch with increasing desire. She tried to hump forward, to swallow his tongue into her pussy, but he held her back.

"Not so fast, baby," he whispered, his tongue still on her clit as he looked upward through her silky bush of peach-colored cunt hair. He could see her face framed by the two melon-like tits that jutted upward, and saw the agony in her expression. "I… I want to make it good for both of us."

Sara bit her lower lip, feeling the ache in her cunt become unbearable. Already her cunt canal was, convulsing, squeezing out a thick stream of juice, wetting the insides of her thighs. Small droplets clung to her pussy hair, glistening in the light like opaque diamonds.

The man gave her one last look, his gaze taking in her flaming red hair, her emerald green eyes behind soot-black lashes, the soft contours of her curved, body, her luscious coral-tipped tits, her wasp-like waist, her long, milky-white legs.

Then he stabbed forward with his tongue.

"Ahhhhhh," he whispered, his breath hot and moist as he locked his lips around her churning cunt.

Sara felt an immediate spasm of pleasure sear into her cunt when his tongue was thrust in. It was almost like having a cock inside her, but marvelously different. Instead of being hard and rough, it was slippery and soft like a writhing snake. Another ripple of ecstasy constricted her cunt when he curled it, gliding the tip of it over the top of her pussy. Her cunt lips closed and opened in a sucking manner, trying to pull more of him inside.

"Yes!" she gasped, her voice shaking with pleasure. "God, yes! Eat… God, eat my pussy!"

The man had never before known a woman to get hot so quickly. A mere five minutes ago they had been talking casually, sitting across the room from each other. Then, as if in a dream, their actions in slow-motion, he had gone over to her and hiked her skirt up, pulled her lace panties down. And now she was flinching with desire, her orgasm just seconds away. He felt his cock throb painfully, throbbing behind his belt buckle, and wondered what it would be like to shove his dick into this delicious pussy. Or perhaps to have her mouth chewing around the base of it, her nose in his crotch hairs, sucking out his cum.

Maybe I'll find out pretty soon, he thought, but right now [missing text].

He slipped his hands around her hips and cupped her firm, rounded ass, pulling her pussy forward, totally engulfing his mouth in its delicious, frothy warmth. He began darting his tongue in and out with greater speed, sucking the honey-like juices into the back of his throat, feeling her muscles tighten, wrapping around his tongue like a mouth.

Sara grunted loudly and lifted her hands to the back of his head. While touching his soft, black curly hair, she humped forward and jammed his face into her pussy at the same time. The hard throbs of her orgasm had already begun, were building to what she knew would be the best she had had in a long time.

"Suck!" she screamed. "Goddamn you, eat me good! Lick out my pussy and… and… and… OHHHHHH GOD!"

A thundering explosion blasted through her cunt with unbelievable force. The spasms shot up and down her cunt canal, then subsided slightly. She fell forward but stood up once more on her tiptoes when another, even more wonderful climax hit her. She gave a silent gasp, her lungs hissing out pure, raw pleasure.

The man knew exactly how to keep bringing her back to those peaks of excitement, at times chewing on her throbbing clit, lapping his tongue in and out, digging his chin into her puckered opening. He could have done this for hours, but the growing urgency in his nuts made him pull away and quickly unbuckle his trousers. He slipped his zipper down, releasing some of the painful pressure on his rock-hard, bobbing cock.

"Now you suck me," he groaned, pushing her to her knees. He spread his legs and slapped her face into his crotch. "Come on, you little cocksucker, stick it in your mouth and lick out my cum!"

Sara opened her mouth, and hardly knowing what was happening, sucked the head of his prick over her tongue. Her own orgasm was still rippling in her pussy, making her pant and moan like a wounded animal. But when her chin slipped between his cum-laden balls, she came back to reality. Her lips were now brushing into his dark wiry hair, her nose capturing the heady aroma of his maleness. She lapped her tongue around the thick, pulsating shaft and sucked back up.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, looking down at the huge length of his meat. It had to be the best, the biggest cock she'd ever seen! And the taste – a delicious mixture of dried sweat, piss and cum. She gave another low throaty groan as she gobbled back down.

"Jesus fucking God," the man grunted, watching her take the full length of his prod into her throat. "I don't know where the fuck you're putting it, just keep doing it! Goddamn, you're the best little cocksucker I've ever had!"

A sudden flash of jealousy stabbed in Sara's mind as she wondered how many women had sucked him off. With a great body like this and this delicious cock – probably hundreds, she thought.

Well, you've had quantity, she said to herself, now you're going to get quality!

She began bobbing her head up and down, hugging his shaft with her lips, until the smacking sounds of her mouth became hungrier, noisier. She knew she was doing a good job because the man's cockhead was throbbing like a heartbeat, swelling to the firmness of a billiard ball. The base of his shaft was jerking faster, too, the muscles relaxing to let out a churning mass of hot, boiling jism.

"Oh yes," the man gasped, holding her head with both large hands, rocking her body back and forth to meet his thrusts. "That's just fine… God, I can't wait to shove a whole fucking gallon of cum into your tight little cocksucking throat! Oh Jesus, suck it, you whore! Suck!"

Sara began licking and sucking as furiously as possible, working her head around as she lapped up and down the pulsating shaft. Then when she knew his climax was just seconds away, she clutched his vibrating balls and pulled them up to her cheeks. Rolling them around on her skin, she milked them gently, to give his orgasm more force, more power.

"Almost…" the man whispered, his eyes glazed over with agonized pleasure, "Almost… almost… I'm… I… unhhhhhh!"

Sara felt a splattering smack in the back of her throat and then an immediate explosion. Part of his bubbling jism shot behind her nose and squirted from both her nostrils. The rest of the lava-like cream gushed downward, warming her stomach. She opened her throat as wide as possible, hoping not to miss one single milky drop, but even her eager mouth couldn't take it all. Soon, thick rivers of fiery liquid sloshed backward alongside his thrusting cock and squished from her mouth. A web-like strand of cum hung from her chin, swinging slightly as she continued bobbing her head back and forth.

While he slammed more of the scalding fluid into her mouth and throat, she felt another hot spasm of climax burn into her pussy. The pleasure was itchy and somehow empty, but still wonderful!

If only I could have this hot, squirting cock inside me now she thought, it would feel so…

"Argghhhh!" she exclaimed as she choked, her climax coming to a head. The ripples shot backward, then exploded forward, burning around her cuntal opening.

The man gave a final stab forward, his hands tight on the back of her head, shoving in the last of his huge load. He held her there for several seconds before letting go, enjoying the way her tongue slipped around his shaft, the tightness of her lips around his cockbase. Finally be reined, letting his hands fail to her small shoulders.

"Where in the hell did you learn to suck dick like that?" he said at last, still panting from the excitement.

Sara licked him clean before speaking. She took the stray globs of jizz between her lips and rolled them around in her cheeks, over her teeth, before gulping them down. Finally, when he was thoroughly free of cum, she sat back on her haunches and looked at the man.

About thirty-five, she would guess, and from the size of his huge hulking frame, an ex-athlete. He was well over six feet, and the mass of curly black hair that framed his handsome face made his blue eyes seem almost black. She noticed a thick mat of hair peeking from the top of his shirt, and knew that he was probably covered with hair all over. A sudden desire to see him fully naked almost made her tear off his clothes.

"I don't know," she said, finally answering his question, "I just do what I like to do, and I guess it pleases… you."

"Pleases?" he said, giving her a wide flashing smile. "Damn if I could patent that little mouth of yours I'd be a fucking millionaire!"

Sara looked, around the plush office and wondered if he was one already. The chairs were real leather, the floor covered by what she knew must be an authentic Persian rug, and sitting in the middle of the room was a desk the size of a bed – glossy from years of hand-rubbing, made of mahogany. The walls were adorned with impressionist paintings, and in one corner was a statue she had seen a picture of on the cover of a magazine.

"Well, you got it if you want it," the man said, interrupting her observations.

"Huh?" Sara said stupidly, wondering what he was talking about.

"The job," he said, standing and adjusting his clothing. He seemed to suddenly have a complete personality change. No longer as warm and friendly, he was now the typical successful businessman. He picked up a folder from the desk and sat down. "You'll do my typing, travel with me, and naturally, keep me sexually satisfied."

Sara was stunned. She stood up and smoothed her skirt trying to find some hint of the warmth she had noticed when she had first entered the room. He looked up and nodded, dismissing her.

"When?"

"Tonight," he answered, knowing her question. "You'll start to work tonight. Your place or mine?" When Sara shrugged her shoulders, he added, "Mine, then. Here's my card. The address is on it. Be there at eight, and bring an overnight bag." When she turned and made for the door, she added, "It will be a pleasure working with you, Miss Price. Until eight…"

Sara closed the door, her knees about to buckle – partially from her spent passions and partially from a building rage. She stormed out of the building into the blinding sun and found her car in the parking lot. It took her several moments before she could gain enough control just to unlock the door. Finally she slipped behind the wheel and gripped it until her knuckles turned white.

"That sonofabitch!" she spat. "Just who the fuck does he think he is?"

She looked at his business card and frowned. It read: Greg Martin, along with his home address. In the upper left hand corner was: Chairman of the Board, Martin Enterprises.

"Well, Mr. Martin, Chairman of the Board, Martin Enterprises, you can just go straight to hell. I'd rather die than go over to your house and be one of your bought women!"

Seething with rage, she drove to her apartment, carrying on an imaginary conversation. Finally she said, "I'll just go over there and tell him… tell him…"

Tell him what? That she didn't like him? He was rich, handsome, built like a Greek God, sexy – and that huge cum-filled cock.

"Tell him that he is an arrogant bastard, that's what! To think that I would… I would."

CHAPTER TWO

"I would love one," Sara said when Greg offered her a drink just after opening the door.

A drink was exactly what she needed. Although her mind had been made up to tell him off good and proper, when she saw him standing there, wearing nothing but cut-offs, her heart skipped a beat, her knees weakening. All that she wanted to say was overshadowed by the mere sight of him. Whoever said that clothes made the man certainly didn't have him in mind. And just as she suspected, his muscular frame was lush with dark-brown hair. She had to fight an urge to reach out and touch his sculptured chest.

"Like it?" be asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Love it," she answered, her eyes still riveted to his body. She took a quick sip, suddenly realizing what he was talking about. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she said. "What's in it?"

"My secret," he answered, pulling her into his arms. "And now, let me find out about your secrets."

Sara was totally confused. How could a man turn his emotions on and off like a faucet? He was so warm, so intense, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat, sending shivers of ecstasy up her spine. His huge meaty arm was touching the tips of her tits, his breath warm and musky-smelling.

And later? When it was over, would he shake her hand and give her a curt good bye?

"There's something I have to say," Sara said, pulling away. Looking into his eyes almost made her melt, sending her pussy into a churning fit of pleasure. "I… I can't take the job. I don't give my… sexual favors as part of my work."

"Would you give me your sexual favors if it weren't part of the job?" he asked, his eyes glinting like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Well, yes," Sara said. How could she lie? He looked so good standing there it was all she could do to keep from dropping to her knees and gobbling that big cock into her throat! "But that's not the point…"

"What is the point, then?"

"It's just that you… seem so, well, cold. Like this afternoon. And now, you're different."

"What do you want? Flowers?" He walked over to a large vase filled with tiny pink rosebuds. He yanked them out and handed them to her. "Music?" He walked over and flipped on the stereo, filling the room with violin strains. "What did I leave out? Uh, candy? Sorry, don't have any. Stick around… I'll make you some fudge. What else?"

Sara didn't know whether to slap his face or laugh. She didn't have time, however, to do either. She was engulfed in his arms, her head pushed back as he covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. As the delicious surges of pleasure raced up and down her spine, she dropped the flowers and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her body. His cock was throbbing against her belly – big, hard and meaty.

"I want you like this," he whispered. "Like two alley cats, fucking and thinking of nothing else but fucking. I've had the romance and it stinks. I want you physically, like two dogs who lock themselves together. And I'm going to take you… now like that!"

Sara's mind screamed in revolt, but her body could only obey his wishes. She bit down on his mouth like a striking snake, thrusting her tongue deeply between his teeth, her breath coming quick. She pushed her mound of pussy forward, knowing that only a thin piece material separated their bodies. She fumbled with his zipper and released his swollen cock. She was about to drop to her knees, to satisfy that horrible hunger in the back of her throat, but he held her.

"No," he said, grabbing the neckline of her dress.

He yanked down, splitting the material in two. After throwing the torn dress into a corner, he jerked her bra off, then ripped her panties away. His own shorts fell down his legs and he kicked them away.

"Like this," he said, pushing her to the plush carpet and climbing between her legs.

He was an animal now, caring for nothing but his own savage lust. Sara wanted to fight him, to rip her nails into his insolent face, to push him away – yet she found herself grunting with ecstasy. She spread her legs and humped, brushing the underside of his throbbing cock with her slicked-up cunt lips.

The touch was electric, almost sending her into a storm of orgasm.

"Fuck me!" she heard herself say. "Stick this big dick inside me and fuck me to pieces!"

"I will, you cocksucker," Greg moaned, licking down from her mouth to her large, taut tits. He parted his lips and bit down on the creamy-textured flesh, pulling her coral-colored nipples into his mouth. With one stabbing lunge, he drove his prick fully into her pussy. "I… I… unhhhh… will!"

Sara had thought his cock was huge when it was poking into her throat, but now it seemed gigantic! Her cunt lips were stretched apart almost to the breaking point as his shaft pierced her. She gave a cry of anguish, pleasure and pain mixing into one throbbing sensation.

"Give it to me!" she begged. "Goddamn you, you bastard, plow that cock in me and fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"All right, you cock-loving cunt," he winced, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a week!"

Sara had been fucked before, in various ways, but in comparison to what he was doing, the others were mere handshakes. Greg jerked her legs apart like a wishbone, then jammed them upward, crunching her knees into her armpits. As her ass rose in the air, he held her legs and shoulders with his hands and began pounding into her pussy with an emotion bordering rage. Each stroke came harder, faster than the last, until his small hairy ass was a flesh-colored blur. His teeth were sinking into her tits, sending pangs of torture into her lungs. His balls were slapping into the crack of her ass each time he crunched the base of his cock into her constricted pussy rim.

"Yes!" she screamed, holding fistfuls of his hair, pounding his face against her tits. "Yes! Just… like… this! Fuck… Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her climax hit her with such tremendous force, she thought her backbone would snap. The pleasure peaked and stayed there for what seemed like an hour, ripping into every cell, each nerve of her entire body. She buckled, writhed, tore at his hair, threw her pussy up to meet his thrusts, wanting to devour him, to suck him inside and keep him there for him to become a part of her.

"Now, you fucking whore!" he spat, bringing his face up to hers. He clamped his lips around her mouth and dug his tongue fully into her throat, curling it over the roof of her mouth, into her cheeks. He bit down on her lips, drawing blood. "Take… it… now! Goddamn you! Unh! Unh! Take my cum!"

Sara's climax, which was slowly subsiding to gentle ripples, was now hammered back up to an unbelievable explosion of pure, raw ecstasy. The flooding wads of cum washed into her convulsing hole, totally filling up her insides. When the scalding liquid could find no more room, it began sloshing backward, washing around his spearing shaft, squirting from her cunt lips. A greasy, steamy stream of juice ran out, buring into her shitter.

"God!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion, "Fuck me! Fill me full! Shove it to me, you bastard! FUCK ME!"

Greg plowed into her pussy with a violence that even surprised himself. The more he brutalized her, the more she wanted. She met his savagery with a rage of her own, until their bodies molded into one writhing mass of flesh. Her cunt was like a vacuum, sucking on his cock, pulling him harder inside as if trying to draw out his brains. He banged the last of his load with his full strength, crushing his body over hers. A few seconds later, he relaxed, falling to his side, releasing her legs and shoulders.

Sara's eyes were closed, a million thoughts bursting in her wind. She had been raped, yet had consented to the act. Was that possible? Was it possible for two people to rape each other at the same time? She looked, over at Greg, wondering what he was thinking. From talk of music, flowers and romance, they had torn into each other's bodies exactly as he had said-two sex-crazed alley cats. She chided herself for not being angry, for not feeling guilty.