meat as he pulled it out, flopping onto his back beside her on the floor.
With fuck cream dripping out of her furry silt, Becky twisted onto her knees beside him, reaching down to take hold of his prick.
'Gosh, Mr. Heinz! Your dick's so hard, it looks like it's going to explode!'
It had been quite a while since Becky had seen a boner quite so stiff. The long, fat organ was very red, and it was so bloated with jizz and blood that the veins stood out clearly on the stalk. The puffy knob was almost purplish in color, and the whole length dripped with a lurid mixture of pussy juice and oozing spunk.
'Does this feel good, Mr. Heinz?'
Becky took hold of the giant cock and started whacking it furiously up and down.
'Unnnggggh! Oh, shit!' Heinz gasped, fucking his hips off the floor. 'Oh, yes, oh, shit!'
'Want me to do it harder?'
Becky beat his meat as hard as she could, her hand a blur.
'Unh! Unnhhh!'
'I guess I better suck it too!'
Her head plunged down. Becky opened her mouth as wide as she could, shamelessly stuffing her lips with the blood-beating stiffness of his cock. She sucked in as much of the flesh wand as she could, pausing when she was on the verge of choking herself on the shaft.
Becky shut her eyes and puckered her cheeks, her face flushing as she immediately started sucking the meaty boner as hard as she could. Frantically she slurped and gurgled oh the huge, throbbing prick, jacking the base at the same time, sloppily swirling her tongue over and around the knob of his cock.
'Oh, fuck, fuuuuck!' Heinz desperately thrust his hips off the floor, writhing in preparation of orgasm. 'Making me cum! Oh, fuck, really gonna cum!'
The cock-loving teen kept sucking as hard as she could, her hard, wet, slurping sounds filling the office. Her fist was a blur, flying up and down his throbbing boner length. Her ovaled lips clung tightly to the pulsing length of his prick, pushing slickly up and down the shaft.
The cock grew even stiffer, throbbing violently in her mouth. Then Heinz squealed in pleasure and pain as Becky suddenly popped her mouth off his hard-on, and pinched the tip firmly between her thumb and forefinger to prevent the cum juice from spewing out.
'What are you doing? Aww, why'd you stop?'
'You didn't promise you'd give me a job yet, Mr. Heinz!'
Pinching his cock head firmly, Becky tightened her fingers around the base of his cock. Then she made the personnel head cry out as she furiously whipped her fist up and down his cock lance, making him want to cum while making it impossible for him to do so.
'Unngggh! Awww! Oh, fuck, you're hurting me!'
'You're hurting me too, Mr. Heinz! It's not fair to lick my pussy and fuck me and get your cock sucked and everything, and then not even promise to give me a job! Well? Are you going to give me one or not?'
'Yes! Yes, I will! Anything! Just let, me cum!'
Becky released her pinching fingers and dive-bombed back onto his throbbing cock, plunging the huge, jerking pisser back down her throat. Immediately an incredible tide of hot, salty cum juice blasted out of his prick head, spewing torrentially down her throat.
The milky cum kept spraying out of his balls for at least a minute straight. Becky sucked and jacked and swallowed, her cock sucking noises growing even sloppier-sounding as she wantonly gulped down all the frothy cream at the same time. Helplessly Heinz writhed beneath her, his expression contorted with ecstasy, unable to do anything but lie there with his huge, throbbing prick jetting long streams of cock juice down the naked teen's eagerly sucking throat.
And then at last the torrid dick sucking session was concluded. Becky sat up, smiling as she licked the spray droplets of cum from the corners of her mouth. Heinz stared blankly at the ceiling, his big, wet prick still jerking stiffly over his navel.
'I hope I don't get canned for this,' he sighed.
'Oh, now, Mr. Heinz…'
'I guess I better just put you with Steve Dawson,' Heinz said distractedly, as if speaking to himself. 'He's such a do-gooder, he'll never complain if it means costing a new secretary her job. Even if he doesn't need one.'
Heinz nodded, as if affirming the decision to himself. 'Yeah Dawson. That's the way.' Becky nodded, considering what she'd just heard him say about her boss-to-be. Well, at least she'd be working for a nice person.
CHAPTER SIX
'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
