Tom Allison

The secretary gets off

CHAPTER ONE

"Gosh, Mitch!" Becky sighed. "Sometimes I think I'm nothing to you but a big pair of tits!"

Mitch Johnson, Becky's fiance, didn't bother to answer. The handsome, muscular young executive was sprawled on his living room couch with his clothes strewn around him on the carpet, clutching the enormous, rock-hard prick that rose out of his furry crotch like a billy club.

Becky stood in front of him, naked except for a transparent, icy-blue, baby doll nightie that clung outrageously to the spectacular curves of her super voluptuous body. She took a step forward, feeling the weight of her enormous, double D-cup tits swaying heavily under the fabric.

Mitch immediately groaned and tightened his grip around his big cock. Then he started jacking on it, staring hungrily at his beautiful young wife-to-be's tits.

"Rub 'em!" he panted. "Go ahead, put your hands on 'em! Roll those big suckers around!"

Oh, golly, Becky thought! Flow crude!

But the slim, busty nineteen-year-old brunette knew nonetheless that Mitch's behavior was hardly surprising. They'd been going together for nearly a year now, and in that time Mitch's extremely high sex drive had only grown stronger. Since Becky had moved in with him three months before, Mitch had been fucking her a minimum of four times a day!

Like most young women, Becky wanted to marry a man who would love her, care for her, and also gratify her sexual needs. But the only thing Mitch was interested in was sucking her huge tits and fucking her cunt.

Which, Becky supposed, was all part of the curse of having such a voluptuous body.

"Go ahead," Mitch panted. He was stroking his big cock hard and slow now, making pearls of white cock juice ooze out of the big, puffy cock head. "Rub 'em! Go ahead!"