Scott Sellers

The willing secretary

CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, fucking Christ! I'm gonna come!"

Eric Stafford grabbed the armrests of his desk chair and screamed. He spread his legs farther apart to allow Becky Morris more room to suck on his hot cock.

"Eat it! Faster! Squeeze my balls!"

She reached in to caress his taut ball-sac, digging her red fingernails into the rough hairy skin surrounding his balls. Her mouth worked furiously around his throbbing cock. Great strands of spit leaked from around her slurping lips, spilling across her chin and onto Eric's balls. She kneaded the warm sac with her practiced hand.

Becky slurped and, sucked as he moved his asscheeks faster and faster, slapping them up and down against his leather chair as he tried to mouth fuck her as deeply as possible.

"This is it, baby! I'm gonna shoot my wad into your guts! Keep on sucking. Yeah!"

Becky scraped her fingernails along the sensitive strip of hairy skin between his balls and his asshole. All the while, she maintained a tremendous suction on Eric's hot cock-shaft, feeling his hot plum of a cockhead pound deep into her throat.

She could feel the pressure building in the little tube behind Eric's balls. Sensing the tiny spasms that signaled Eric's impending blast-off, Becky tried all the harder to make him come. She compressed her lips along the whole length of his prick, moving from the bumpy skin near his pulsating balls, along the smoother skin that covered his bulging veins, to the velvety crimson skin of his now-bursting cockhead.

Faster and faster she sucked, pistoning her face in his crotch. His hairy thighs were covered with saliva and pre-cum. His crotch was hot and wet, and she kept splashing against it.

"Get it, baby!" he shouted. "Work it! Work it!"