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'Brown and Greene. Solicitors.'
Denise stared at the sign painted on the glass pane in the door, straightened her skirt and walked through the door.
Denise was very attractive woman, aged 23, with a figure most women would die for
It was her first day as a secretarial temp, and she was grateful for the money. Things were tight at home, the new flat she and her husband had just bought was a considerable financial burden.
She met both Mr Brown and Mr Greene and they both seemed pleasant enough gentlemen, late fifties to early sixties. Although she did catch Mr Greene’s eyes rest too long on her ample bosom. But that was nothing unusual. Her 38DD breasts often caught the eye.
The morning passed uneventfully. There were a few memo’s to type, cups of tea to be made. She ate her lunch in the office, while the two solicitors went to meet a couple of clients.
The sun came out and streamed in through the window. Denise clambered across the huge desk and struggled with the old catch, opening a window when Mr Brown and Greene returned, along with two of their clients.
She instinctively pulled down the back of her skirt, fearing the tops of her seamed stocking would’ve been on view as she reversed back off the desk. However having to crawl backwards across the desk was not the easiest thing to do gracefully.
Denise was introduced to the two men, also somewhat older than herself. Mr Dunn and Mr Hall, both of whom seemed to smirk.
Maybe they had seen too much.
Mr Hall began to strike up conversation. And the conversation drifted around her age, her financial situation and what a shame it was. And finally onto the weather and how warm it had become. They were all very interested in her. She sat on the chair and the men seemed to crowd around her. Eventually Mr Brown asked Denise to fetch some drinks.
On her return she offered the drinks round the two clients and mr Greene stood by the desk whilst Mr Brown had returned to his desk and had opened his ledger. “Denise, could you just fetch me the paperwork from Jones divorce case. It’s in the second from bottom draw down there.” Brown waved his hand in the general direction of the back of the office.
Denise stooped to open the draw…
“Sorry, They’re all in the bottom draw”
Then bent even further over to hunt for the papers. She couldn’t see them anywhere… then it dawned on her she must be exposing a good deal of leg, maybe even her stocking tops… She suddenly stood straight her cheeks blushing.
“Oh and I need this memo typing too.”
Denise squeezed herself between Mr Greene, Hall and Dunn. It was a very small office she kept telling herself, but they were very close. They could make a little more effort. Her ample breasts pressed against Mr Greene as she passed. “S... sorry mr Greene.”
"No need to apologise Denise” grinned Mr Greene whilst making no effort to move.
Denise squeezed into her seat. Mr Dunn and Mr Greene sidled up beside her as she typed. Mr Greene leant over the desk as he looked over Denise’s shoulder. Denise felt the eyes roam across her cleavage.
“Denise, I’m not exactly sure that’s how you spell ‘stationery’. I think its spelt with an ‘a’ not an ‘e’.
And look. It’s not ‘patiance’ It’s patience. With an ‘e’.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“This is important. A solicitor’s letter has to be perfect. You could’ve brought the whole business crashing down with your slackness. How much are you being paid for goodness sake.”
“But, I… I…”
“This is simply not good enough. Do you want your pay docked? Or to come back tomorrow?”
She looked around the room for sympathy. But her pleading eyes were met by the furrowed brows of the old men.
"How are we ever going to make sure you’re going to be more careful?”
“Come this way girl”
Mr Greene held Denise tightly by the wrist and pulled her around the desk. She tottered around trying to stay balanced on her high heels. He forced her head down against the big oak desk.
“But… no… I don’t want…”
“Silence!" shouted mr Greene.
With a swift yank of his free arm Mr Greene hitched Denise’s black skirt up around her waist. Sharp intakes of breath were heard around the room. Her pale arse was covered by a most transparent pair of white knickers, outlined by the white suspender belt holding up her black seamed stockings, the semi see-through loops on the dark black band, making it a vision of perfection.
Mr Greenes hand came down with a big ‘thwack’
“oooooww” shrieked Denise.
Twack!
"Oow!”
Twack!
"Aaaaah.”
Three fast hard slaps across the young woman’s backside. Denise couldn’t believe what was going on.
“So Denise. What do you think. Shall we fire you for your sloppiness?” said Mr Greene. his hand resting across Denise’s backside.
“No. please. I need this job…”
Twack.
“Ooooo. No. Please…”
And as she said these words her predicament got worse. Mr Greene slipped his finger into her knickers and pulled them down to just below the top of her stocking tops. “Mr Greene! Please don’t!!”
Twack. His hand came down on her bare backside.
"Mr Brown. Maybe you’d like a go?” sneered Mr Green, his hand smarting.
“Very well Mr Greene.” She heard Mr Brown approaching. She felt both his hands on her buttocks softly kneading her red cheeks. He knelt down behind her and spoke to Denise with his face only inches from her arse. She could feel his warm breath as he spoke.
“Now Denise. What are we going to do with you?”
“P…p..please sir. I really need to keep this…”
Mr Brown stood up. Twack! “job? Denise?”
“Yes…" whispered Denise. She felt Mr Browns hand lingering on her cheeks. His fingertips exploring the cleft. And she couldn’t stop herself pushing towards his hand, needing a caress to ease the stinging.
“Ok." said Mr Brown., as he moved his hand toward the zip on the waist of her skirt. In a matter of seconds the zip was undone and her skirt lay in a heap around her ankles.
Thwack!
"OoooOOO.” Denise shifted her weight from one leg to the other, trying to do something to nullify the stinging.
Thwack!
“Nooooo!” she begged. “Please. Stop.”
“Stop?” inquired Mr Brown. “I believe we haven’t even started yet.”
Denise heard one of the men stifle a laugh.
"Denise. Stand up please.” commanded Mr Brown. “I want you to walk over to the filing cabinet. Inside you’ll find a cane. Bring it to me please.”
“And i want to see straight legs when you’re at the filing cabinet.” Added Mr Greene. "Oh and errr. The blouse. Take off the blouse.”
Reluctantly Denise undid the buttons one her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and placing it on the desk. All she had on was her bra, and her stockings and her knickers (at thigh length) and her high heels.
She could feels the eyes on her as she teetered toward the filing cabinet.
Her knickers restricted her walk. Her hands doing everything they could to protect her modesty.
As she walked she was met by the a couple of groping hands, whistles and lewd comments about the size of her tits.
She reached the filing cabinet, bent down and opened the draw. As she bent down she heard more comments and whistles. She reached in but couldn’t find anything. She searched right at the back of the cabinet. Nothing. And all the time her wiggling was giving her audience a great show.
“Oh I’m sorry Denise. My mistake. It’s here.”
Denise stood up and swung round. Mr Greene, grinning, was holding a 3 foot long cane in his hand. “Come along then.” Mr Greene used the end of the cane to tap the desk next to him.
Denise knew what she had to do.
“Now, I’d like you to say 'thank you sir', once for every stroke. And I’d like you to count the strokes out too.”
“Spread those legs a little too.” added Mr Dunn.
"And stick that arse right out!” said Mr Hall.
Denise did as she was told,
She heard the menacing ‘swish swish’ of Mr Greene’s practice strokes before he lined up with a few soft taps against her already reddened backside.
Swsssh thwack. Denise bit her bottom lip, then remembered the phrase. “One. Thank you sir”
Swsssssh thwack. Ooooo. “Two thank you sir”
Mr Greene paused. “Hows that Denise?”
"It really hurts sir. Please no more…”
“I’m sorry Denise. But this has to be done.”
Swssssssh Thwack. “OoooOOOW Three, thank you sir.”
"Now, Maybe Mr Hall fancies taking over.” Offered Mr Greene.
“It would be a pleasure.” replied Mr Hall.
Mr Hall stepped up. Denise felt his hand softly caress her buttocks, his fingers briefly found their way between her cheeks and touched the soft lips of her cunt. “Hmmm.” she heard Mr Hall murmur.”Very nice.”
Mr Hall stepped back.
Swssssh Thwack. “OwwwOwwwOwww!! Four thank you sir.”
Her arse was hot and burning. Yet she could feel the warmth. She was feeling things she shouldn’t be feeling. Not here in front of a group of dirty old men.
Swsssssh Thwack. “UuuuuuH. Five thank you sir.”
"And one more from me”
Swssssssh Thwack “OoooOOO. Six thank you sir.”
"Mr Brown? Your turn I believe” she heard someone say.
"Why thank you.”
Mr Brown approached her. His hand also caressed her backside. His fingers too met the now wet lips of her cunt. And Mr Brown felt the young woman push herself towards his fingers.
“No more please, Mr Brown… I’ll do anything…" Denise pleaded.
Mr Brown obliged the young woman as she mounted his two fingers.
“Uuuuh” she murmured. as the four men watched her slide her cunt around Mr Brown’s fingers gently rocking back and forth on her elbows.
The other three men moved closer.
Denise didn’t really know how she’d got into this position. But here she was riding the dirty old man’s fingers. Bent over his desk.In just her underwear.
"Ooooh yeah” She heard herself moan.
“Hmmm. Well young lady it looks like you need some cock” she heard Mr Hall say.
“uuuh… yes…. please.. mr… Hall…”
Mr Brown withdrew his fingers and within a matter of seconds she felt the bulbous head of his cock rubbing her wet cunt lips. Slowly he eased himself inside…
Meanwhile Mr Green had eased out her pendulous left tit and was squeezing a kneading it. Mr Dunn had his hands all over her right tit and soon that was out too. Mr Hall pulled her face toward his soon her soft young tongue was exploring the inside of his mouth.
"Mr Hall would you care for a go on this?” Mr Brown enquired.
“How very kind.” he replied. ”May I take a seat?”
Mr Hall pulled the big chair to the centre of the office and they lead Denise over. “If you’d care to get it out for me Denise?” Denise reached towards his trousers and pulled down his fly. She was surprised by what she found inside. She unfurled a think cock almost 9 inches in length, but extremely thick, a very veiny, just getting to full stiffness.
“Fuck…” she thought to herself.
She felt the head of his huge member slide inside her. Just as she felt someone’s tongue flick its way round and inside her arsehole. “Oh my god…”
She slowly rose up and slipped down his enormous pole, not too quickly, so the tongue could easily keep pace. She looked up and saw Mr Dunn and Mr Greene stood either side of Mr Hall in the chair. Their cocks were out and each in its own way way magnificent. She reached over to touch each one, cupping balls, teasing the shaft or gently caressing the head.
She leant forward, her huge tits covering Mr Hall’s face. She could just about reach Mr Greene’s cock head with her tongue. She flicked her tongue over the head and around the edge of the helmet, then tried to kiss his thick shaft rubbing his pre cum and her saliva across her face.
Then she felt Mr Brown’s tongue slide up her arse, and she let out a loud moan, stopping the up and down movement so she could give Mr Browns tongue her full concentration. Her eye’s rolled back in her head.
“Mr Dunn, would you like a go?” asked Denise.
“Very much so” he replied.
Denise extracted herself. And offered the seat to Mr Dunn. She looked at his cock. A nice six inches but also thick and veiny, but a lovely big cock head. Then faced away from him, her legs either side of his. She began to decend onto his big shaft.
“Would you like to do me up the arse?” she heard herself say.
“ooooh yes.” the tip of his cock soon edging into her very tight hole.
“And Mr Greene How about my…. Ohhhhh” as Mr Dunn's cock slipped inside her… "cunt?”
Mr Greene couldn’t believe his luck. It was a plan they’d hatched in the pub that lunchtime and they couldn’t believe how well it was working. Mr Greene stood there stroking his cock. 59 years old and about to stick his cock in the cunt of a young woman who already have a large cock up her arse.
Mr Greene plunged his cock inside. He could feel Mr Dunn’s cock up her arse.
Denise was moaning loudly. She was obviously loving it. Her eye’s were all over the place.
Mr Greene wasn’t going to last too long. Soon he could feel his long cock begin to flex. he filled her cunt and he pulled his still thick cock from her cunt.
“Who’s next?” Denise panted.
Mr Hall was soon in his place. Denise looked him in the eyes. “Mr Hall. How do you like sloppy seconds? You dirty old man.” she asked wickedly. “Fucking a young married secretary. You dirty old bastard. What would your wife say? Mr Brown, come over here.”
Mr Brown arrived, and Denise soon had all of the head of Mr Browns cock in her mouth. Still staring at Mr Hall as she did so. “Watching your secretary running her tongue over a big thick prick.” She said in between her bouts of fellatio.
Mr Hall watched mesmerised as Mr Brown began to shoot his thick wads of cum all over Denise’s Nose and forehead.
“ooooh, you naughty naughty man…” she said as she looked at both Mr Brown and Mr Hall in turn. "and I do believe that’s sent you over the edge too Mr Hall.”
Mr Hall’s face contorted as he let go another stream of spunk into her cunt.
Denise hung on around Mr Hall’s neck as she too began to tremble and buck, Her spasm’s sending Mr Dunn to finally empty his balls up Denise’s arse.
After a few minutes regaining their breath Denise untangled herself from the mass of old men.
“Well, well, well" she said, "I believe I’ve surprised myself. And probably you too. I have to get home now, there’s dinner to make for my husband, but same again tomorrow?"
Denise stared at the sign painted on the glass pane in the door, straightened her skirt and walked through the door.
Denise was very attractive woman, aged 23, with a figure most women would die for
It was her first day as a secretarial temp, and she was grateful for the money. Things were tight at home, the new flat she and her husband had just bought was a considerable financial burden.
She met both Mr Brown and Mr Greene and they both seemed pleasant enough gentlemen, late fifties to early sixties. Although she did catch Mr Greene’s eyes rest too long on her ample bosom. But that was nothing unusual. Her 38DD breasts often caught the eye.
The morning passed uneventfully. There were a few memo’s to type, cups of tea to be made. She ate her lunch in the office, while the two solicitors went to meet a couple of clients.
The sun came out and streamed in through the window. Denise clambered across the huge desk and struggled with the old catch, opening a window when Mr Brown and Greene returned, along with two of their clients.
She instinctively pulled down the back of her skirt, fearing the tops of her seamed stocking would’ve been on view as she reversed back off the desk. However having to crawl backwards across the desk was not the easiest thing to do gracefully.
Denise was introduced to the two men, also somewhat older than herself. Mr Dunn and Mr Hall, both of whom seemed to smirk.
Maybe they had seen too much.
Mr Hall began to strike up conversation. And the conversation drifted around her age, her financial situation and what a shame it was. And finally onto the weather and how warm it had become. They were all very interested in her. She sat on the chair and the men seemed to crowd around her. Eventually Mr Brown asked Denise to fetch some drinks.
On her return she offered the drinks round the two clients and mr Greene stood by the desk whilst Mr Brown had returned to his desk and had opened his ledger. “Denise, could you just fetch me the paperwork from Jones divorce case. It’s in the second from bottom draw down there.” Brown waved his hand in the general direction of the back of the office.
Denise stooped to open the draw…
“Sorry, They’re all in the bottom draw”
Then bent even further over to hunt for the papers. She couldn’t see them anywhere… then it dawned on her she must be exposing a good deal of leg, maybe even her stocking tops… She suddenly stood straight her cheeks blushing.
“Oh and I need this memo typing too.”
Denise squeezed herself between Mr Greene, Hall and Dunn. It was a very small office she kept telling herself, but they were very close. They could make a little more effort. Her ample breasts pressed against Mr Greene as she passed. “S... sorry mr Greene.”
"No need to apologise Denise” grinned Mr Greene whilst making no effort to move.
Denise squeezed into her seat. Mr Dunn and Mr Greene sidled up beside her as she typed. Mr Greene leant over the desk as he looked over Denise’s shoulder. Denise felt the eyes roam across her cleavage.
“Denise, I’m not exactly sure that’s how you spell ‘stationery’. I think its spelt with an ‘a’ not an ‘e’.
And look. It’s not ‘patiance’ It’s patience. With an ‘e’.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“This is important. A solicitor’s letter has to be perfect. You could’ve brought the whole business crashing down with your slackness. How much are you being paid for goodness sake.”
“But, I… I…”
“This is simply not good enough. Do you want your pay docked? Or to come back tomorrow?”
She looked around the room for sympathy. But her pleading eyes were met by the furrowed brows of the old men.
"How are we ever going to make sure you’re going to be more careful?”
“Come this way girl”
Mr Greene held Denise tightly by the wrist and pulled her around the desk. She tottered around trying to stay balanced on her high heels. He forced her head down against the big oak desk.
“But… no… I don’t want…”
“Silence!" shouted mr Greene.
With a swift yank of his free arm Mr Greene hitched Denise’s black skirt up around her waist. Sharp intakes of breath were heard around the room. Her pale arse was covered by a most transparent pair of white knickers, outlined by the white suspender belt holding up her black seamed stockings, the semi see-through loops on the dark black band, making it a vision of perfection.
Mr Greenes hand came down with a big ‘thwack’
“oooooww” shrieked Denise.
Twack!
"Oow!”
Twack!
"Aaaaah.”
Three fast hard slaps across the young woman’s backside. Denise couldn’t believe what was going on.
“So Denise. What do you think. Shall we fire you for your sloppiness?” said Mr Greene. his hand resting across Denise’s backside.
“No. please. I need this job…”
Twack.
“Ooooo. No. Please…”
And as she said these words her predicament got worse. Mr Greene slipped his finger into her knickers and pulled them down to just below the top of her stocking tops. “Mr Greene! Please don’t!!”
Twack. His hand came down on her bare backside.
"Mr Brown. Maybe you’d like a go?” sneered Mr Green, his hand smarting.
“Very well Mr Greene.” She heard Mr Brown approaching. She felt both his hands on her buttocks softly kneading her red cheeks. He knelt down behind her and spoke to Denise with his face only inches from her arse. She could feel his warm breath as he spoke.
“Now Denise. What are we going to do with you?”
“P…p..please sir. I really need to keep this…”
Mr Brown stood up. Twack! “job? Denise?”
“Yes…" whispered Denise. She felt Mr Browns hand lingering on her cheeks. His fingertips exploring the cleft. And she couldn’t stop herself pushing towards his hand, needing a caress to ease the stinging.
“Ok." said Mr Brown., as he moved his hand toward the zip on the waist of her skirt. In a matter of seconds the zip was undone and her skirt lay in a heap around her ankles.
Thwack!
"OoooOOO.” Denise shifted her weight from one leg to the other, trying to do something to nullify the stinging.
Thwack!
“Nooooo!” she begged. “Please. Stop.”
“Stop?” inquired Mr Brown. “I believe we haven’t even started yet.”
Denise heard one of the men stifle a laugh.
"Denise. Stand up please.” commanded Mr Brown. “I want you to walk over to the filing cabinet. Inside you’ll find a cane. Bring it to me please.”
“And i want to see straight legs when you’re at the filing cabinet.” Added Mr Greene. "Oh and errr. The blouse. Take off the blouse.”
Reluctantly Denise undid the buttons one her blouse, slipping it off her shoulders and placing it on the desk. All she had on was her bra, and her stockings and her knickers (at thigh length) and her high heels.
She could feels the eyes on her as she teetered toward the filing cabinet.
Her knickers restricted her walk. Her hands doing everything they could to protect her modesty.
As she walked she was met by the a couple of groping hands, whistles and lewd comments about the size of her tits.
She reached the filing cabinet, bent down and opened the draw. As she bent down she heard more comments and whistles. She reached in but couldn’t find anything. She searched right at the back of the cabinet. Nothing. And all the time her wiggling was giving her audience a great show.
“Oh I’m sorry Denise. My mistake. It’s here.”
Denise stood up and swung round. Mr Greene, grinning, was holding a 3 foot long cane in his hand. “Come along then.” Mr Greene used the end of the cane to tap the desk next to him.
Denise knew what she had to do.
“Now, I’d like you to say 'thank you sir', once for every stroke. And I’d like you to count the strokes out too.”
“Spread those legs a little too.” added Mr Dunn.
"And stick that arse right out!” said Mr Hall.
Denise did as she was told,
She heard the menacing ‘swish swish’ of Mr Greene’s practice strokes before he lined up with a few soft taps against her already reddened backside.
Swsssh thwack. Denise bit her bottom lip, then remembered the phrase. “One. Thank you sir”
Swsssssh thwack. Ooooo. “Two thank you sir”
Mr Greene paused. “Hows that Denise?”
"It really hurts sir. Please no more…”
“I’m sorry Denise. But this has to be done.”
Swssssssh Thwack. “OoooOOOW Three, thank you sir.”
"Now, Maybe Mr Hall fancies taking over.” Offered Mr Greene.
“It would be a pleasure.” replied Mr Hall.
Mr Hall stepped up. Denise felt his hand softly caress her buttocks, his fingers briefly found their way between her cheeks and touched the soft lips of her cunt. “Hmmm.” she heard Mr Hall murmur.”Very nice.”
Mr Hall stepped back.
Swssssh Thwack. “OwwwOwwwOwww!! Four thank you sir.”
Her arse was hot and burning. Yet she could feel the warmth. She was feeling things she shouldn’t be feeling. Not here in front of a group of dirty old men.
Swsssssh Thwack. “UuuuuuH. Five thank you sir.”
"And one more from me”
Swssssssh Thwack “OoooOOO. Six thank you sir.”
"Mr Brown? Your turn I believe” she heard someone say.
"Why thank you.”
Mr Brown approached her. His hand also caressed her backside. His fingers too met the now wet lips of her cunt. And Mr Brown felt the young woman push herself towards his fingers.
“No more please, Mr Brown… I’ll do anything…" Denise pleaded.
Mr Brown obliged the young woman as she mounted his two fingers.
“Uuuuh” she murmured. as the four men watched her slide her cunt around Mr Brown’s fingers gently rocking back and forth on her elbows.
The other three men moved closer.
Denise didn’t really know how she’d got into this position. But here she was riding the dirty old man’s fingers. Bent over his desk.In just her underwear.
"Ooooh yeah” She heard herself moan.
“Hmmm. Well young lady it looks like you need some cock” she heard Mr Hall say.
“uuuh… yes…. please.. mr… Hall…”
Mr Brown withdrew his fingers and within a matter of seconds she felt the bulbous head of his cock rubbing her wet cunt lips. Slowly he eased himself inside…
Meanwhile Mr Green had eased out her pendulous left tit and was squeezing a kneading it. Mr Dunn had his hands all over her right tit and soon that was out too. Mr Hall pulled her face toward his soon her soft young tongue was exploring the inside of his mouth.
"Mr Hall would you care for a go on this?” Mr Brown enquired.
“How very kind.” he replied. ”May I take a seat?”
Mr Hall pulled the big chair to the centre of the office and they lead Denise over. “If you’d care to get it out for me Denise?” Denise reached towards his trousers and pulled down his fly. She was surprised by what she found inside. She unfurled a think cock almost 9 inches in length, but extremely thick, a very veiny, just getting to full stiffness.
“Fuck…” she thought to herself.
She felt the head of his huge member slide inside her. Just as she felt someone’s tongue flick its way round and inside her arsehole. “Oh my god…”
She slowly rose up and slipped down his enormous pole, not too quickly, so the tongue could easily keep pace. She looked up and saw Mr Dunn and Mr Greene stood either side of Mr Hall in the chair. Their cocks were out and each in its own way way magnificent. She reached over to touch each one, cupping balls, teasing the shaft or gently caressing the head.
She leant forward, her huge tits covering Mr Hall’s face. She could just about reach Mr Greene’s cock head with her tongue. She flicked her tongue over the head and around the edge of the helmet, then tried to kiss his thick shaft rubbing his pre cum and her saliva across her face.
Then she felt Mr Brown’s tongue slide up her arse, and she let out a loud moan, stopping the up and down movement so she could give Mr Browns tongue her full concentration. Her eye’s rolled back in her head.
“Mr Dunn, would you like a go?” asked Denise.
“Very much so” he replied.
Denise extracted herself. And offered the seat to Mr Dunn. She looked at his cock. A nice six inches but also thick and veiny, but a lovely big cock head. Then faced away from him, her legs either side of his. She began to decend onto his big shaft.
“Would you like to do me up the arse?” she heard herself say.
“ooooh yes.” the tip of his cock soon edging into her very tight hole.
“And Mr Greene How about my…. Ohhhhh” as Mr Dunn's cock slipped inside her… "cunt?”
Mr Greene couldn’t believe his luck. It was a plan they’d hatched in the pub that lunchtime and they couldn’t believe how well it was working. Mr Greene stood there stroking his cock. 59 years old and about to stick his cock in the cunt of a young woman who already have a large cock up her arse.
Mr Greene plunged his cock inside. He could feel Mr Dunn’s cock up her arse.
Denise was moaning loudly. She was obviously loving it. Her eye’s were all over the place.
Mr Greene wasn’t going to last too long. Soon he could feel his long cock begin to flex. he filled her cunt and he pulled his still thick cock from her cunt.
“Who’s next?” Denise panted.
Mr Hall was soon in his place. Denise looked him in the eyes. “Mr Hall. How do you like sloppy seconds? You dirty old man.” she asked wickedly. “Fucking a young married secretary. You dirty old bastard. What would your wife say? Mr Brown, come over here.”
Mr Brown arrived, and Denise soon had all of the head of Mr Browns cock in her mouth. Still staring at Mr Hall as she did so. “Watching your secretary running her tongue over a big thick prick.” She said in between her bouts of fellatio.
Mr Hall watched mesmerised as Mr Brown began to shoot his thick wads of cum all over Denise’s Nose and forehead.
“ooooh, you naughty naughty man…” she said as she looked at both Mr Brown and Mr Hall in turn. "and I do believe that’s sent you over the edge too Mr Hall.”
Mr Hall’s face contorted as he let go another stream of spunk into her cunt.
Denise hung on around Mr Hall’s neck as she too began to tremble and buck, Her spasm’s sending Mr Dunn to finally empty his balls up Denise’s arse.
After a few minutes regaining their breath Denise untangled herself from the mass of old men.
“Well, well, well" she said, "I believe I’ve surprised myself. And probably you too. I have to get home now, there’s dinner to make for my husband, but same again tomorrow?"
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