Damn! The little whore next door was at it again. What was her game? Why did she put on a performance every night? It was dark outside, her light was on, his bedroom was located on the other side of the driveway. She had to know that he was watching her.
Gary's cock stood to attention as she slipped out of her bra, revealing big tits, firm with the benefit of youth. Next she slipped out of her panties. Her curly, chestnut triangle pointed straight at the hot cave where his cock was aching to be buried. She lay down on her bed and started fingering her pussy. With one hand tugging at her beautiful pink nipple, the other hand started rubbing her young pussy. Soon she was finger fucking herself and he started stroking his cock.
He had to have her. But how could he, a 42-year old divorced man with 18 and 19-year old sons, attract this hot and horny 18-year old girl next door? He shook his head. He couldn't remember what it was like to fuck a tight and wet teenage pussy. He'd only just divorced his wife of 20 years and Cindy had never been very interested in fucking. Sure, she'd let him fuck her a couple of times a week throughout their marriage, but she'd mostly just laid there, waiting for him to get his release.
Now that she'd decided to end their marriage he thought it was time to start fucking women who were a bit more adventurous and definitely horny. But he didn't think he was cut out for single life. He hated picking up women in bars and then coming back and having to protect his cock with several layers of rubber. Something was missing.
Two weeks later Gary was watching the show next door again. He was wondering who was buying her the sexy underwear. He knew that she worked as a secretary. Surely she couldn't afford to keep buying those sexy little things. He stroked his cock imagining the sort of skimpy outfits he'd like to buy her.
Suddenly something happened across the road. She was obviously not done finger fucking herself, but she was disturbed by something. She kicked her underwear under her bed, pulled on a dressing gown and opened her door. Her father stepped into the room. Gary wondered if the father could smell his daughter's horny pussy juices. But the father was obviously upset about something. He was yelling at his daughter. There was a heated argument and then the girl stormed out of the room, followed by her father.
A short while later the front door opened and was slammed shut. The dad was in his drive and lit a cigarette. Gary's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take his trash out. He greeted his neighbour. He couldn't remember his name. They'd only spoken briefly on the day when Gary moved in. They started small talking. Gary mentioned something about being frustrated with one of his sons. It was a big lie as he was proud of his boys who were both studying architecture at university, but the neighbour didn't know this.
"Kids!" the neighbour said exasperated. "If I knew then what I know now I would have stopped at three!"
"How many do you have?"
"Four! The oldest three have all gone off to university and my oldest son is now an engineer. But our youngest one..." He sighed again. "She's the smartest of the four, but she decided that she doesn't want to study. She decided that she wanted to be a secretary. And then she goes and gets herself fired, not once, but twice!"
"Oh. Why was she fired?"
"I don't know. She reckons it's boring. Of course it's boring for her. She's too intelligent to be stuck in a typing pool all day!"
"I need a new secretary," Gary was struck by his audacity. He had a perfectly adequate secretary, but she was middle aged and married. Quite boring really. "My secretary just announced the other day that she's leaving at the end of this week. I haven't been able to find a replacement yet. Do you think you're daughter would be interested? It's not a typing pool job. It'll only be me and her in the office. I'm an architect and my secretary needs to type letters, answer the phone, make travel arrangements, take care of clients, run errands... All sorts of things."
"Hang on a second and I'll go get Agnes," his neighbour looked like he couldn't believe his luck. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name?"
"Gary."
"I'm Dane."
Dane soon came back with a sullen looking Agnes. She'd put on some casual clothes now, but Gary could see that she wasn't wearing a bra. How he longed to pull her into his house and do an in-depth interview. After a quick chat with Agnes and her dad it was decided that she was going to start working for Gary the following Monday. The next day he had to fire his old secretary and she didn't take the news very well, but Gary didn't care. He needed to fuck Agnes and this was the only way he could think of to get to her pussy.
Agnes's first week was frustrating for Gary. His new young secretary came to work in tight and skimpy outfits. He made countless excuses to be near her, standing close to her, getting as much body contact as he could, but she didn't seem to react. In the evenings he was pleased to see that working for him hadn't reduced her horniness. She was still stripping and finger fucking in the evening.
By the middle of the second week he was increasingly frustrated. He'd had a long afternoon meeting and the clients were driving him insane. Agnes turned to him and smiled.
"What assholes!" she exclaimed. "If it were me I would've told them to fuck off!"
"Believe me," Gary said. "I felt like it and there was only one thing that helped me get my mind off the frustration I felt."
"What was that?"
"You." Gary decided that it was time for all or nothing.
"Me?"
"Yeah, you. The only thing frustrating me more than them."
"How am I frustrating you? Aren't I doing a good job?"
"Yeah, that's not the problem."
"What is the problem?"
"The problem, sweet Agnes, is that I'm dying to feel your tits in my hands, your lips around my cock and fuck your brains out."
Gary half expected to be slapped by the teenager.
"You want to fuck me!" she sounded surprised. "I guess you've enjoyed my night time shows."
"You know I was watching?"
"Yeah, the guy who lived there before was watching too. It turned me on big time."
"You ARE a little slut," Gary smiled. "Nice! Why don't you put on a live show for me here and now? The sofa in the conference room is a sofa bed..."
"What makes you think I'm going to fuck you?"
"A horny little thing like you? You're begging for cock!"
"I'm horny and an exhibitionist," Agnes admitted. "But I've never fucked before."
"What?"
"You didn't think your little slut-du-jour was a virgin, did you?" she teased him. "Guess that changes things."
"It doesn't change anything. Now help me pull the blinds and then get yourself undressed. Tonight you're going to learn that a cock is far better than fingers up your virgin cunt."
"What's in it for me?" Agnes asked.
"Apart from as many orgasms you want?"
"Yeah."
"What do you want? You want to get paid like a dirty whore?"
Agnes bit her lip and looked unsure. "I don't know."
"Well, if you become my mistress I'll be forced to take you to conferences and out of town meetings."
"I like that..."
"Now, let's talk about this afterwards. My cock needs pussy."
Agnes and Gary pulled the blinds in the conference room. He pulled out the sofa bed and relaxed with his hand on his crotch. Agnes pulled off her blouse and quickly stepped out of her skirt. Today she was wearing a lacy shelf bra and satin French knickers. He stroked his hard on. This show was so much better up close. She turned her back to him and unhooked her bra. When it was on the floor she turned around and jiggled her firm tits. Her pink nipples were firm in the cool, air conditioned office. Gary closed his eyes and imagined his cock between those lovely big tits.
She then wiggled out of her knickers and was naked before him. He patted the mattress next to him and she lay down next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and started kissing her. She parted her lips and he didn't need a written invitation to start exploring her mouth with his tongue. He positioned himself on top of her, placing his knee between her legs. He reached down and cupped her steaming pussy. Her wetness was trickling from her snatch. He rubbed his finger against her lips and they opened willingly. Her pussy was so slippery his finger was soon buried deep inside her hot and wet hole. Two more fingers slipped inside and he was rubbing her engorged nub with the palm of his hand as he finger fucked her.
Soon she cried out and dug her nails into his shirt as she came. He kept kissing her as she caught her breath. He got up on his knees and started unbuttoning his shirt. Agnes reached for his belt and undid his trousers. She pulled them down to his knees, followed by his briefs. She gasped when his cock bounced out of his briefs in its full, thick six-inch glory. But soon her curiosity got the better of her and she started stroking it.
Gary moaned with pleasure as her soft hand wrapped around his thick piece of meat. He lay on his back and quickly threw his clothes on the floor.
"Suck my cock, baby," Gary told her and she looked at him with wide eyes. "Just do it, as long as you keep your teeth off it, it'll be great. I promise I won't cum in your mouth."
Agnes kneeled next to him and he used one hand to fondle her tits that were hanging like ripe grapefruits from her chest. He watched with pleasure as she wrapped her pink lips around his hard cock. He groaned as she took him as deep as she could. "Wrap your hands around the base, baby."
