fucking session with the now departed Peter Cade, sobbing as she tried to explain what he'd just seen.
'That's all right, Becky.' Steve Dawson patted her thigh reassuringly.
'But I just know you don't believe me, and I'm telling the truth!'
'I believe you. It sounds logical enough to me,' Steve sighed. 'It sounds like Diane Miller, too. If there were ever a master of office politics, she's the one. And this fiance of yours.'
Steve hesitated, apparently reluctant to speak ill of one with whom Becky had so recently been in love. 'Well, he does seem like the philandering type, if you don't mind my saying so.'
'I don't mind! I don't mind at all! It's the truth!' Becky hesitated, again bowing her head in shame. 'I-I know I shouldn't have gone for it. What Diane told me to do, I mean. But I-I just felt so confused and everything, and what she said about getting me arrested – well, I was scared, that's all!'
'I understand.' And then Steve looked more handsome than ever as he smiled good naturedly. 'I forgive you, Becky. And I must say, you've turned out to be a real go getter in the short time you've been here. Why, you wouldn't have been in the office to be accosted by this Mr. Cade in the first place if you hadn't stayed to work late, all on your own.'
'Is-is it true about the other stuff Diane said?' Becky asked tentatively. 'What other stuff?'
'That you're – that everybody thinks you're a Dudley Do-Right, and nobody wants to promote you and stuff because they'll have to work harder if you're put in charge?'
Steve grimaced. 'I wouldn't put it that way.'
'But is part of it true?'
The admission was obviously painful to him, but Steve was apparently too forthright not to be honest.
'I suppose,' he sighed.
'And so-so what Diane said about getting the big project assigned to Mitch is true too, then? And you're going to get passed over.'
'I'm not happy about it either.'
And then Steve slumped on the sofa, looking away from her, his dejected expression clearly showing that his top-heavy young secretary had inadvertently touched a raw nerve. Suddenly Becky felt overwhelmed with feeling for him.
He was so handsome and good and hard working and honest, and he'd just forgiven her for fucking her brains out in the office and everything!
'Oh, Steve!'
Becky threw herself into his arms, sprawling on his lap, crushing her giant tits to his chest as she showered his face with kisses. Steve looked surprised, but did nothing to extricate himself. Instead he just returned her hugs, gingerly holding her shoulders.
'Well! You really don't have to do all this, Becky!'
'Oh, but I want to! I swear, Steve, you're the most wonderful man! I think it's just awful that you're not getting the promotion you deserve! Oh, gosh, I just wish there was something could do to help…'
And then Becky's words suddenly trailed off as she felt something very big and meaty throbbing under her ass. In her emotional state, she'd neglected to think at all of the effect the sight of her spectacularly voluptuous body might have had on Steve when he'd seen her fucking on the rug.
Or the effect it was having now, as she wiggled her ass on his lap.
There was no question about it: Steve had a simply enormous, stone-stiff hard-on. Becky could feel how stiffly it pulsed under the crack of her ass, obviously completely bloated with cum and blood.
Her eyes widened, and she looked at Steve with innocent surprise. Steve flushed and looked away.
'I-I'm sorry,' he mumbled.
'You don't have to be sorry.'
And then Becky deliberately started wiggling her butt on his bulging prick.
'You-you don't have to do that.'
'Maybe I want to.'
Becky dry-humped his hard cock a little faster. The more she thought about it, the hornier she felt. And if there was ever anyone she really wanted to fuck, it was Steve Dawson.
'Becky, I-I shouldn't let you do this.' Steve's face was red. 'You've been taken advantage of enough around here. I think-think you're just acting hastily now, and I don't think it would be fair of me…'
'I'm not acting hastily.'
Becky wiggled her shoulders, making her huge tits jiggle enticingly against his chest. She fucked her crotch eagerly onto his hard cock.
'It sure feels like you've got a real big one, Steve. A big cock, I mean. Would you like me to help make it feel better?'
'Becky, please…'
'It wouldn't be so stiff if you didn't want to fuck me, Steve!'
Becky sat straight on his lap, still wiggling and grinding her achey pussy on his crotch. She smiled at him teasingly as she pulled off her blouse, exposing the bra-encased globes of her super-sized tits. Then she popped open the clasp, letting her enormous tits jiggle out of confinement. The big dick poking against her ass grew much stiffer as Steve stared at the tremendous size and roundness of the teen's huge, fat nippled tits, seeing how crinkled and stiff the teats were with her lust.
'Do you like my big tits, Steve?' asked Becky, and shook her shoulders to make the twin sucklers shimmy enticingly in front of him.
Steve just groaned and stared. The horny, busty teen slid off the couch, kneeling in front of him, staring at his bulging crotch. She felt as if she'd never wanted to suck a cock so badly in her life.
Maybe that was how a girl knew she was really attracted to a guy, Becky reflected: the more attracted you felt, the more you wanted to suck his dick.
'Becky, you-you don't have to.'
'But I want to, Steve!'
The horny new secretary opened his belt buckle and pulled down his zipper. Then she swiftly hauled down his pants, yanking them off with his underwear over his shoes.
Then Becky sat back up again, and stared in awe and lust at the size of his prick.
'Oh, golly, Steve! You really do have a big one!'
The boner was huge. It was incredibly long and fat, one of the biggest, meatiest-looking cocks the young brunette had ever seen in her life. And it was as hard as iron. Before her eyes the huge prick flipped up to jerk and twitch obscenely in front of his navel. Becky's mouth watered at the mere thought of wrapping her lips around such a huge, juicy-looking cock.
'Gosh, Steve, what a stiff-looking cock? You must really need to cum.'
The busty brunette wrapped her hand around the base of the immense prick and started jacking it rapidly up and down.
'Is this making your cock feel good, Steve?'
'Unnnnggggh! Oh, Becky!' Steve stared dazedly down at his hairy crotch, watching the teen's delicate looking but very strong fist whipping up and down his cock. 'It-it…! Oh, that feels fantastic!'
'I'm glad you like it, Steve.'
And then Becky started beating his prick as hard as she could, her tits jiggling spongily, whipping her fist in a blur up and down the long, erected stalk of his cock. Steve shuddered, the head of his dick puffing up, the cum hole opening to emit pearly droplets of jizz. Faster and faster the cock-loving teen beat his stiff prick, until the knob was slick and glistening with oozing spunk.
'I think your big boner needs a good sucking now, Steve. And I think I'm just the girl to give it to you!'
Becky slid her hand down to the base of his cock, clutching it tightly. Then she opened her mouth wide and plunged her lips onto his huge, swollen prick. She shut her eyes at the same time, slurping in the big boner until she was on the verge of choking herself with the thickness of the shaft. Then the horny teen ovalled her lips wetly around the veined stiffness of his cock trunk, wanting to give her handsome boss a cocksucking he'd remember for a long, long time.
Becky started to suck, caving in her cheeks, flaring her nostrils to breathe around the blood beating stiffness of his prick. Up and down her head bobbed, making her big tits bounce as she fucked her mouth eagerly with his
