Susan's Secret

2 Tom, Susan's husband, said, "Lock the door." "Yes, Daddy," the girl said, sliding the bolt on the door of his office. She was not his daughter. She was his secretary. She was twenty years old, but with her blonde hair in braids, as it was now, and with her wide blue eyes and innocent expression, she could pass for sixteen. A well-developed sixteen. At times like this, she called him Daddy. It was a game they played. She stood with her back against the door, smiling at him. Her full breasts thrust out against the clinging material of her dress, and her curvaceous legs, bare of stockings, seemed to gleam at him. He licked his lips. "Come over here," he said. She came across the room to him slowly, still smiling. She went around his desk and stood in front of his chair, her hands behind her back, her body twisting from side to side in a naughty-little-girl pose. "What did you want, Daddy?" she said. He reached up and put his hands over her outthrust breasts, squeezing them. "I want to fuck you," he said hoarsely. "You can fuck me any time, Daddy," she breathed. "You know that." "Yes, I know that. You're my hot little girl." "Do you want me to put your cock in my mouth, Daddy?" "No. I want your legs." "Okay," the girl said. "You like my legs, don't you, Daddy?" "I love your legs," he said. "Pull your dress up and let me look at them." He dropped his hands from her breasts, and the girl stepped back so that he could get a full view of her. Then she pulled her dress up slowly, until she was holding it bunched around her waist. She wore a pair of brief white panties. Beneath them, her bare legs were shapely and voluptuous. Tom gazed at them hungrily, his eyes moving over the smooth, sensuous thighs and the beautifully sculpted calves. He began to breathe heavily. His hand went to his fly and opened the zipper of his trousers. Then he pulled out his cock, which was hard and erect. He began to stroke it as he looked at her. "Your legs," he muttered softly, stroking himself. "Your damn lovely legs..." The girl said nothing, but she shifted her body slightly, so that the delicate interplay of flesh and muscle in her calves would inspire him. "Sit on the desk," he said hoarsely after a moment. The girl hitched herself up onto the front edge of his desk, and, knowing what he wanted, stretched her legs straight out in front of her. Tom maneuvered his chair so that he could take her legs over his lap. He moaned as his cock rubbed against her thigh. The girl leaned back, propping herself up on her hands as her legs rested across his lap. Tom put his hands on them, caressing the soft skin, sliding his palms eagerly along their curving length. "Beautiful," he breathed. "Wonderful. Legs. So sexy..." "They're all yours, Daddy," the girl said. He bent over and kissed them, ran his mouth along the tender flesh, licking at it with his tongue, leaving trails of moisture where his mouth traveled. His breathing was harsh in the quiet office. "Oooo," the girl crooned. "That's nice, Daddy. Your mouth on my legs." He straightened up. "I want to fuck them." He slid his cock between her soft thighs from beneath, groaning as he clutched at them, squeezing them around his prick. His hips moved up and down in a short, jerky rhythm. His head fell back against the chair. "Oh god," he rasped. "Oh Jesus god." The girl helped him by moving her legs gently back and forth around his cock. "Oh yes, Daddy," she whispered. "Fuck my legs. Fuck them good." "Fucking them," he panted, moving harder. "Fucking your legs. Fucking hell out of them. Your gorgeous goddam legs... Fucking...Oh...Ohh Jesus...your legs...Oohh...Yes...OH MY GOD!!" He exploded. His body spasmed again and again, and the white sperm shot out of his cock, rising into the air and falling to splatter over the girl's creamy thighs. Her legs continued their gentle movements until they had drained him of everything he had, and the sticky come lay in strands and puddles on her smooth skin. The girl sat up. She brought her hands to her thighs, and slowly and lovingly she began to spread his come over her legs, smiling into his eyes as she rubbed the stuff thoroughly into the soft flesh. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That was nice, Daddy. Did you enjoy it?" "God," Tom said. "You're wonderful, Jeannine. You're just fantastic. I wish my wife was like you."