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\par                        @story3: (M/F, CONS, FANTASY) 1/?
\par 
\par                          This is just a fictional story
\par 
\par                               EXECUTIVE' SECRETARY
\par                                      Part 1
\par                                        by
\par                                      (sam)
\par                               chbeck@microtec.net
\par 
\par       The only thing which mattered to Betsy, the minister's wife, at that
\par precise moment was the fat glorious cock in her mouth. Monstrous throbbing
\par cock.
\par 
\par       Admittedly the best cock she had ever had. One of the biggest and best
\par tasting too. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn that it had won
\par first place in a Mr. Big Dick Contest. To show her appreciation of her Boss's
\par equipement, she swirled her tongue around and around inbig concentric circles.
\par She sighed contendly as she sucked. She truly did. She would rather be sucking
\par on a monster-sized organ than anything else in the world.
\par 
\par       No one could say that YMCC wasn't a wild place. An YMCC girl could reach
\par out and fondle a pair of balls, or stroke a penis without the slightest of
\par embarrassment. Betsy was one of the most fuckable women in the entire company.
\par 
\par       Rumor had it that the reason John Wilkinson started the company, and
\par established unusual practices, was because he wanted to demonstrate to all the
\par pretty asses on the premises that he had the biggest member of all. And of
\par course, many of the women were impressed with his size, since they had never
\par played around before joining YMCC. Wanda too was impressed, very impressed
\par indeed.
\par 
\par       Yet, she recalled how stunned she had been when she had once overheard a
\par blowsy temp confiding in two goggle-eyed young secretaries about a date with
\par YMCC's president, John Wilkinson.
\par 
\par       "So big." the woman had been marvelling.
\par 
\par       "How big?" breathed one of the 18 years old YMCC's secretaries.
\par 
\par       "Have you ever tried to get a big tomato in your mouth, all in one?
\par Without biting it? well, that was just the head. And once he got nearly all of
\par it inside me -- all I can say is, I didn't walk to work this morning, I
\par hobbled."
\par 
\par       Well, Betsy soon found out how just exactly big his appendage was. When
\par John Wilkinson had first interviewed Betsy for the job of secretary, he had
\par asked abruptly if she knew how to suck a cock. She had been shocked by the
\par question, and yet, she didn't run from the interview. She recalled smiling
\par broadly as she answered him.
\par 
\par       "I've never done anything like that before, she remembered reaching up
\par and unbuttoning her blouse. But I'd like to it a try."
\par 
\par       While she undressed, he looked at her resume and said,
\par 
\par       "I see here that you're married to a minister."
\par 
\par       "Yes, I'm a minister's wife."
\par 
\par       "So, you don't use words like 'fuck' or 'suck' and 'lick my balls?'"
\par 
\par       "Oh dear me, no! I never use such vule language. I leave that for the
\par wicked people on the street."
\par 
\par       "But you do fuck, don't you?"
\par 
\par       "Yes. I fuck frequently, but I don't enjoy it a lot. My husband has a
\par rather small dick..."
\par 
\par       She remembered the first time she saw him naked. John unzipped his pants
\par and pulled them down his muscular legs. He stood before herin nothing more than
\par a pair of tight-fitting briefs. She gulped when she saw the outline of his cock
\par behind the thin material of his underwear. The damn thing seemed to be the size
\par of a submarine! If he put it into her, she would surely be ripped asunder. She
\par would die -- right here, in that room. But what a way to go. John Wilkinson
\par reached down, pulled out his mammoth prick, and waved it in her direction.
\par Betsy gulped as she gazed at his hardness.
\par 
\par       "Is it anything like this?"
\par 
\par       "Hardly! He doesn't have anything that big. I didn't even know they came
\par that large!"
\par 
\par       "How would you like to come ovr here and try it for size?"
\par 
\par       She remembered walking as if in a trance towards him. She recalled
\par bending down to get a better look at his awesome organ. And soon thereafter,
\par she was sitting on his lap, and riding that cock of his for ever inch of her
\par life.
\par 
\par       She learned to enjoy the physical sensation of having a massive cock in
\par her cunt. She was startled at how good it felt, much better than the smaller
\par penises which she had experienced. Who said that size didn't matter! Sure, it
\par was a good thing that she had been loosened up at first otherwise she'd
\par probably had screamed in pain when he first entered her.
\par 
\par       At YMCC, she had learned that men had penises. On the second floor of the
\par building -- the no-clothes floor, she could see for herself the various sizes
\par and shapes of cocks which were available for her choosing. All she had to do
\par was reach out and touch one, and as quick as a flash it would spring to life!
\par 
\par       She was a woman who had truly learned to love cock. And the cock before
\par her at that moment was one of the choicest in all of the company. She knew it
\par because after five years on the job she had sampled her fair share of YMCC men
\par during lunch breaks, coffee breaks and after dinner parties.
\par 
\par       Luckily for her, YMCC products went out of its way to hire men who were
\par well-endowed. The average length of a cock in the company was almost eight
\par inches. That was plenty for most of the girls, but she liked the really big
\par ones -- the ten to twelve inchers, like John's. Ones which could really give a
\par girl a good time. Of all the YMCC employees, John Wilkinson was certainly the
\par best in bed because he had the sexual equipement of a stallion and was always
\par ready to perform.
\par 
\par       Of course, some of the black guys down in the stock room weren't too bad
\par either. A lot of them had gargantuan cocks, even larger than John's.
\par Unfortunately, their youthfulness and lack of finesse, resulted in amateurish
\par performances.
\par 
\par       She smiled. Her minister-husband would be shocked to learn that she had
\par been sleeping around on the side, but he would be absolutely outraged if he
\par found out that she had been fucked by a half dozen black studs from the
\par stockroom over the years. And not just on one occasion either. Various times,
\par and in various positions. Of course, she was quite proud of her experiences.
\par She never knew how wonderful orgies and interracial sex could be until she came
\par to work at YMCC. She had never know sex to be so powerful and wonderful.
\par Naturally, she became an eager and willing participant in the group orgies on
\par the fifth floor at YMCC Products.
\par 
\par       She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the very tipof his meaty rod.
\par She had also learned that a woman should learn to take her time when mouthing
\par an erection. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing to rush about sex.
\par The slower it was, the more glorious the climax.
\par 
\par       She had also learned not to neglect the balls. John Wilkinson had a very
\par nice set of balls, they were quite large and they weighed a lot. She could feel
\par his mammoth nuts move : that meant that they were manufacturing more sperm to
\par feed her. She pulled on them gently and felt  his organ swell in her mouth. It
\par increased significantly. She tightened her lips around the crown, and sucked
\par more avidly. She could feel his organ pulse. As she played with his testes, she
\par realized that everything that a man truly possessed in this world was right
\par there between his legs. A luxury car meant nothing if a fellow didn't have a
\par big pecker and a large set of balls to go with ot. Even a large country estate
\par couln't compensate for a small penis. A mighty organ was all that mattered.
\par 
\par       She had learned to love being blasted full of the milky substances
\par whenever she had an intercourse. And since she got reamed about once an hour,
\par that meant that she took several ounces into her bodily orifices each day. John
\par himself produced several spoonfuls every hour. And he never withdrew. He
\par squirted everything he had within her, deep, very deep. Sometimes it felt as if
\par he had unleashed a firehose in her cunt as indicated by the amount of seepage
\par afterwards.
\par 
\par       She now held nearly one half of the length of his cock within her mouth.
\par If she gobbled too much, she would nearly choke. John looked down and watched
\par as Betsy ministered to his upright member. He liked the way she sucked on it.
\par More than any other woman in the company, she represented something special. A
\par lot of women nursed on a penis as if they couldn't stand to have a cock in
\par their mouth. But not Betsy, who acts as if it belonged there.
\par 
\par       He especially liked it when he would see her sitting next to her husband
\par at church. She would wink at him and he got a real kick out of knowing that
\par those pretty lips which praised also sucked some mean cock on a regular basis.
\par 
\par       She always did her utmost to please him. Even when she was fully exposed
\par with her legs 180 degrees apart, she would ask: 'Is it wide enough for you,
\par John? I might be able to open myself a little wider in a week or two because
\par I'm taking ballet classes where we really stretch our thighs.'
\par 
\par       She was actually sucking his penis like a baby on a lollipop. Her cheeks
\par were balloning in and out as her palate worked up and down. And he saw the
\par contentement expressed in her eyes. Ah yes! Betsy Cunningham had it all. The
\par lips that could suck. The tongue that could lick. And the throat which seemed
\par to go on forever. She could even swallow all of Tom Brickman, in spite the fact
\par that he had one of the longest cock in the company. The woman could give
\par blowjobs like no one in the company, and she always swallowed everything she
\par drew forth.
\par 
\par       That was what she was preparing to do now. He watched in fascination as
\par she puckered her lips and went after his cock with that much more
\par determination. She sucked like a Hoover vacuum cleaner in overdrive. At that
\par very moment, she was busy swallowing John's sperm. She could feel it going down
\par her gullet and slipping into her tummy.
\par 
\par       As the warm sperm settled in the tiny and shapely incurving bowl of her
\par tummy, she asked: "Did you like that, John?"
\par 
\par       "There's nothing better than getting sucked off by a beautiful secretary
\par before lunch. Now I want you to spread your legs as wide as possible."
\par 
\par       John aimed his monstrous organ in the direction of the pretty little
\par Betsy's slim body and precisely at the juncture of her shapely thighs. He gave
\par a cautious little shove and put the first few inches of his manly shaft into
\par her waiting body. She grunted, either from pleasure and pain. For some twenty
\par minutes or so, until the pretty woman was covered with a sexy sheen of sweat
\par and was panting in palpitating breaths, begging and yearning for yet  one more
\par stroke. Her vagina was slick and wet and tight and deep.
\par 
\par       By now, she was as wide open as possible : her snatch was gaping like an
\par open tunnel. She also knew how to shake her ass and bounce her buttocks. She
\par knew how to relax her ass and put much action into her hips as a Brooklyn
\par prostitute in good standing with street gangs.
\par 
\par       Over the years she had taken his shaft hundreds of times into her body.
\par Yet, even though she was quite familiar with it, she never got used of its
\par thickness. He was hung like a stallion, his cock reminded her of the ones on
\par the farm animals back home. It certainely was as long as a donkey's. The thing
\par which John Wilkinson was blessed with was the biggest pecker in the company.
\par They didn't come any bigger. Sometimes it reminded her of a rolling pin, or the
\par blunt end of a baseball bat. It was as large as her arm from her elbow to her
\par wrist. John gave his cock to Wanda for approximatively ten long lengthy
\par strokes, then pulled it out of her passionate little lovebox then sliding all
\par twelve inches of his massive rod back and forth.
\par 
\par       In some ways he preferred Betsy's snatch because he had the satisfaction
\par of knowing that she was the minister's wife. There was something deliciously
\par wicked about fucking the wife of a man of the cloth -- especially when herself
\par got such a kick out it.
\par 
\par       Finally he could feel the wondrous sensation in his member. The way his
\par organ grew to its final last millimeter of size. The way it twitched more
\par mightily than ever before. The way the skin became taut and smooth. The way the
\par crown became like an enormous plum and the veins began to bulge. He drove his
\par cock into her with such force that her breasts shook, her thighs bounced and
\par her teeth chattered.
\par 
\par       The door opened and in stepped little Suzie Willis. She surveyed the
\par scene of the lovely woman sprawled atop the desk with her legs spread
\par obscenely, and copious amounts of semen and vaginal secretions dripping out of
\par her cunt.
\par 
\par       "She looks like she just got fucked."
\par 
\par       "She sure did", answered John as he reached down and wiped the juices
\par from his cock with a handkerchief. Lauren smiled.
\par 
\par       "Do you think that you will be able to do me later this afternoon?"
\par 
\par       He tossed the handkerchief aside: "Aren't you supposed to pretzel
\par yourself for lunch today?"
\par 
\par       "Sure. But that doesn't mean my hole will be occupied all day. How about
\par it Boss? Once you recuperate you can give my hot slot some of your hard meat.
\par It's been nearly a week since we last fucked..."
\par 
\par 
\par                                to be continued...
\par                           if someone's interested :-)
\par 
\par 
\par }