Val Marrick - Secretary in bondage

"Give it to me, Harry!" the woman cried, as the giant cock went into her waiting red-furred pussy with a squishing sound. The edge of the desk bit into her ass cheeks as she rolled her hips around the advancing prick. "Oh God, let me feel you cram that big prick clear up to my tonsils!"

Harry smiled down at his secretary who was lying on his desk in front of him with her skirt up around her hips. Her long, pale legs were spread wide to open her cunt for his rigid, ready spear of cock. She smiled. The light of lust was shining brightly from her clear green eyes. She was propped on her elbows so that she could look at her employer as he fucked her. The front of her blouse was open, and two pointed, scarlet-tipped tits peeked out.

The big man put his hands on her thighs. "It's a good thing my office is soundproofed, Elaine," he chuckled. "Otherwise you'd disturb the rest of my staff when I do this!" Half of his magnificent eight-inch prick was already embedded in his secretary's pussy. Now he drove the remaining four inches into her cunt with a single brutal thrust!

"Aiiiiiyaaah!" Elaine screamed, throwing back her head as her pussy was filled with the plunging cock. "Yes, I love it! Fuck me, Harry fuck me!"

She was in heaven. She couldn't imagine anything better than to feel her boss' gigantic prick ramming its way into her cunt like a runaway locomotive. The way his thick cock stretched the walls of her pussy made her muscles tense with delight. The feel of the rock-hard prick sliding over her swollen cunt was simply indescribable!

She shook back her glorious red hair. Her tits seemed to inflate with the passion surging through her body. Her nipples were tautly erect and straining with desire. Her pussy trickled savory sauces around the shaft of Harry's cock as he stirred his prick slowly in her cunt.

The aroma of hot, wet pussy filled the oak-paneled office. The woman looked around the room, seeing the shelves of heavy legal volumes, the framed diplomas, and the pictures commemorating hard-fought courtroom battles, as if for the first time. There was something special about fucking in her boss' office. The place was so austere, so conservative.

It was almost like fucking in church!

Her boss started to pull his cock out of her steaming cunt. Her breath hissed through her teeth. The upper surface of the man's mighty cock was rasping over the tip of her cunt like a file!

Surges of pure joy stabbed Elaine's pussy. She wagged her hips from side to side, loving the feel of the big cock sliding around inside her cunt. Pussy juices sloshed from her cock-gorged cunt and ran down her ass to stain the desk top.

Harry shook his gleaming black hair out of his eyes. Sweat stood out on his forehead. He longed to wipe his face, but it was as if some magnetic force held his hands to the firm, soft flesh of his loving secretary's thighs. His fingers tightened, digging deep furrows in the milky skin.

He watched his prick reappear from the depths of Elaine's cunt. The lips of her pussy clung to his cock, unwilling to let go of the log-like prick between them. He sighed as her cunt lips caressed his cock, leaving shiny tails of cunt grease on his retreating prick.

His cock emerged from her wet cunt until only the cone-shaped cock head remained trapped by the rubbery twat lips. For a moment Harry stood, savoring the feel of oily cunt on the head of his prick. Then he drove his hips forward and rammed his prick balls-deep into the secretary's needy cunt.

"Ahhhhh!" Elaine's back arched as she ground her pussy hard on Harry's cock. Her pussy lips crushed the black, tangled hair of his crotch as she tried to force still more of his massive cock into her cunt. The head of his prick pulsated within her pussy. It seemed halfway to her tonsils. Every beat of the man's racing heart made his prick swell inside Elaine's pussy. She felt as if she would explode from sheer delight.

She was the luckiest secretary in the city. Her boss was Harry Windsor, bright young star of the legal profession: brilliant, successful and hung like a race horse. She was head-over-heels in love with him, and she knew he loved her just as much.

In fact, they were to be "married" soon. They hadn't set a date as yet, but she knew they couldn't wait much longer. "As soon as I have time to do it up right," he told her, "when I can take time off from work to give you the honeymoon you deserve, sweetheart, well do it."

In the meantime, Elaine had to make do with fucking her horny, handsome boss whenever and wherever circumstances permitted. But there was certainly nothing wrong with that!

She remembered the first time she'd met Harold R. Windsor, attorney-at-law. She was twenty-two years old, fresh out of the paralegal-training program at the local university. She was also a virgin, incredibly enough!

Ever since she was thirteen years old, Elaine Thomas had been turning men's heads. In early adolescence, she'd been gawky and coltish, all long legs and bright-red ponytails. But then, seemingly overnight, her young tits had blossomed, her hips had filled out, and her legs had changed from stilts to voluptuous columns. She was a tall, lean, lovely young lady with a flaming red thatch over her ripe cunt-mound to match the hair on her head.

But she'd never had a hand laid on her!

By rights she should have been fighting off horny adolescents all through high school and college. But it simply hadn't turned out that way. Maybe it was her total sexual innocence that shone like a beacon from her luminous sea-green eyes. Or maybe it was that she was so spectacularly beautiful that everyone thought of her as untouchable, like some kind of ancient fertility goddess. She'd dated infrequently, and when she had, her male escorts had, without exception, been complete gentlemen even the ones with a reputation for stopping at nothing short of rape!

The amazing thing was, she wasn't at all uptight, just naive.

Nothing in her short, happy life had prepared Elaine for what happened the first time she set eyes on Harry Windsor. He was tall, tan, and athletic, almost Latin looking with his thick black hair and flashing smile except for his eyes, which were stunningly blue.

His senior partner's secretary, Madge, a pudgy but attractive brunette, had shown Elaine into Harry's office. "Hello," he said warmly, rising from behind his vast desk to grasp Elaine's hesitant hand. "I understand you're looking for a job. My name is Harold Windsor. I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss?"

Elaine looked at his smiling face, gazed deep into his blue, blue eyes and was lost. "Thomas," she managed to choke out. "E-Elaine Thomas. My pleasure, Mr. Windsor, S-Sir."

"Call me Harry," he grinned. "Thank you, Madge."

Then they'd been alone together. He showed her to a chair and sat down across from her. Numbly, she filled out her application form. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off Harry. He was beautiful!

He seemed all but oblivious to her existence as a woman. He'd been impressed by her credentials, and despite the fact that she was just out of school, he had given her a job at an astounding figure that had made her feel weak at the knees.

From then on it had been strictly business. To her surprise, Elaine had done well from the very first day at work. She'd moved up until she was Harry Windsor's personal secretary. She'd also fallen head-over-heels for her dashing, eligible young boss.

Then one day they had had to work late on a difficult case. He had casually asked Elaine to dinner and taken her to the most expensive restaurant in town. She was never sure afterward what they had talked about at dinner. She only recalled that Harry had been incredibly witty and charming, and had made her feel completely at ease despite the fact that she had never been any place as elegant in her life.