Jenny Carter Finds the Steep Slope

CHAPTER

Deacon Dan Monroe sat in his chair, looking at his new secretary. He had done an old friend a favor, and now he was very glad that, A) he didn’t like his friend that much and that B) his friends’ daughter, who had just gotten married at nineteen, had needed a job.

She was, to put it bluntly, stunning. She was mixed Asian background, with large light brown eyes, a wide, luscious smile and a skinny waist that flowed to curvaceous hips and what looked like a tremendous ass, if still a bit slimmer than Jenny Carter’s. Her breasts were not as large either, but they looked like more than enough – perhaps small grapefruits – and she took pains to hide them. Well, they did look rather large on her small frame, the Deacon reflected.

She was standing before his desk, biting her lip softly. “You seem nervous, Annie, is everything ok?”

“Um, I just . . . . I just want to do a good job, Mr. Monroe,” she stammered, looking down at her hands. Her skirt was short, coming to mid-thigh, and pleated, and she did not have stockings on. “I – I just wish I had reacted – I don’t know,” she said softly, wringing her hands.

“There there, dear, don’t worry – but I do want to know exactly what happened, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir, of course,” Annie said softly, and sat down on the couch next to him. “It’s just that Mr. Heavener, he just – he just started rubbing my leg, and - ohn, my, yes, I guess kind of like that,” Annie said as the Deacon reached out and slipped his hand onto her thigh above her knee.

“And then you slapped him,” he said softly. His fingers curled slightly to the inside of her leg. There was a thick silence in the room. Annie sat there miserably, knowing she should slap Mr. Monroe too. Her hands stayed clasped in her lap.

“Sir, I – I just . . .” Annie tried to ignore the heat from the intimidating man’s hawkish stare. His hand squeezed her slim, silky thigh, then again, just a bit harder. Anne bit her lip again, her eyes skittering across the room. “It – it took me by surprise,” she finally said softly “I – I have to keep this job! My husband just got moved to part time!”

“So you will do what it takes to keep this job.” Dan Monroe said. This was a statement, not a question. He stared through her, now sliding his hand up and down her thigh, almost to the edge of her skirt. “You won’t be surprised again?”

“Yes, I mean – I – please, sir – please, I’ll - I’ll do, I mean, uhn, umm . . . “

The Deacon smiled. Then he raised his voice. “Ed, come on in,” he called. Ed Heavener came into the small office, and Anne found herself suddenly sandwiched between the two men as Ed sat down. She tried to tell herself she had not promised anything.

“I – I’m sorry I slapped you, Mr. Heavener,” she said, and was supremely aware of the Deacon’s hand on her right leg, pushing her skirt up just a bit more. Once again, she decided not to say anything. She might have to put up with a little feel up, she told herself, but she could handle it, and it wasn’t like anything was actually going to happen with two of them there!

“Well, I was just trying to remember what a young woman’s legs felt like,” Heavener said, and then reached out and laid his hand on her other knee, his fingers slipping around the inside of it, and then slipping slightly up her thigh. “It was all perfectly harmless,” he smiled. His hand felt too hot on her flushed, naked skin.

Anne shivered – the Deacon’s hand was sliding casually up and down her thigh, from knee to the edge of her skirt. She shifted slightly, and bit her lip as Heavener’s hand also began leisurely sliding up and down her thigh.

They began talking business; Anne zoned out. The feel of the men’s hands on her silky thighs was affecting her deeply for some reason. Her belly was churning, and she realized with shame that her pussy was actually getting wet, and her tits were swelling slightly. Despite the loose shirt, her stiff, sharp nipples were pressing plainly against the thin fabric.

“Anne?” Heavener said softly, pushing her skirt up another inch – more and more of the young woman’s thighs were visible. Anne blinked, and tried to focus. Heavener turned towards her a bit. His left hand was on her thigh, rubbing deeper between her legs each time.

“Are you OK, Annie?” Heavener said. He actually tugged on her thigh, pulling it harder against his own. His big hand slid back in between her long, silky legs, and her skirt was pushed up even more by his big, hairy wrist. “You don’t mind if I feel how soft your fabulous legs are, do you, Annie?”

“I – I’m OK,” she gasped, shaking her head and staring down at their hands on her lightly tanned skin. Her belly was churning, and the feel of her silky bra against her sharp, hard nipples was almost making her gasp aloud.

What the hell was going on here? She found herself staring at Mr. Monroe’s lap. He had a huge cock bulge showing through the thin slacks. She tried to sit very still, and tried to stop looking at her boss’ cock bulge.

She had to keep this job, she told herself.

“I think you owe your boss for standing up to me, Mrs. Kinley,” Heavener said. “I wanted to fire you, you know.”

“Um, yes, sir, I – ohn, Mr. Monroe, I’m not sure you should be pushing that up so high, you can almost see my – ohn, OK, I guess I could spread them a little more apart,” she babbled inanely, until Heavener cut her off.

“Mrs. Kinley, don’t you think you should show your boss how much you appreciate him not firing you?”

Annie tried to say something, but she was having a hard time concentrating – she wished she had not had the cocktail that the Deacon had fixed her; she was not used to drinking. She was starting to sweat slightly, and her breasts felt like they were on fire!

“I want you to show your boss your appreciation – reach over and see how stiff his cock is,” he commanded her, and pulled her thigh a bit further towards him. “Do it, or I will get you fired. I know you want to, I saw you looking at it!”

Her light blue, skimpy panties were now barely visible beneath her skirt. “You do want to be a good little secretary, don’t you, Mrs. Kinley?” Heavener said his blue eyes boring into hers. He squeezed her thigh a bit harder. “Don’t you? Reach out and see how hard he is for you,” Heavener said.

Annie shook her head, but then her right hand was slipping out. She looked away from the two men as she pushed her palm against the fat cock log in the Deacon’s trousers. She began rubbing her hand over his straining cock bulge; she looked back at Heavener’s hand in time to see it come off of her thigh, and reach upwards casually until he was cupping her full, firm breast in his hand through the loose shirt. It felt wonderful; she was wearing some type of skimpy bra under the shirt, and he began squeezing her delicious, firm mound with more force. It was the perfect size, barely overflowing his hand when he squeezed the soft, pliant globe harder, perhaps the size of a grapefruit. He could feel her nipple tight against his palm as he squeezed again.

Anne sat shocked, her mouth sagging open. She was barely aware that she was squeezing Mr. Monroe’s cock as she rubbed the stiff shaft through his trousers. She shook her head, and reached up to push Heavener’s hand away, then froze when Monroe said softly, “Only if you don’t want your job.”

And that was what had gotten her into this in the first place. “Please, Mr. Heavener, I – ohn, uh, uh, I don’t think you should be squeezing me like - uhnnn, oh! Like – like that!” she finally gasped.

Anne clenched her jaw. She couldn’t believe this old lecher was squeezing her breast, but she had an even harder time believing how big the Deacon’s prick felt through his thin trousers. Then Mr. Heavener quit mauling her tit; but a moment later he was grasping the nipple on her other tit mound, and instead of squeezing her breast began pinching and twisting her nipple, then pulled it out from her globe. Annie gasped sharply, and gave a little lurch as a pre-orgasmic pulse shot through her short, lithe body.

Mr. Monroe had casually pushed her skirt up around her waist until her skimpy panties were on full display – she tried not to think about the fact that she was jerking her boss off through his pants while a client was pinching and twisting her right nipple through her shirt. Both men were staring intently at her panties.

Anne was afraid to say anything. She breathed a sigh of relief when Heavener quit pinching her super sensitive nipple; the room was very quiet; in fact, Anne’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room, and she tried to ignore the fact that she was pumping and squeezing the deacon’s large cock through his pants.

The men began talking about another deal; Heavener reached up very casually and unfastened the top button of her shirt. Anne bit her lip, and continued to squeeze Monroe’s cock. She looked over and saw an even larger bulge in Heavener’s lap, and looked away again.

“Don’t ignore the client’s needs,” Monroe barked in between talking about shipping rates to Indonesia, and Annie found herself nodding, as though in a dream, and stared at Heavener’s straining cock, all too evident through his pants.

Annie lurched again as Monroe’s fingers climber higher, rubbing her silky panties for the first time – his thick finger found her pouting, juicy cuntlips easily through the thin, silky panties.

Miserably, Anne reached out now with her left hand, and began giving Mr. Heavener the same treatment that she was showing to her boss. She had been right – Heavener’s prick was actually bigger than Monroe’s, though not by much.

She grunted and her hips jerked as Monroe’s fingers found her swollen clitoris, and Anne bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. Her hands worked on the men’s fat cocks, and she watched helplessly as Heavener unfastened another two buttons, and then a third. Her bra and her bulging breasts were slowly becoming visible, but Anne simply did not know what to do about it.

“Ohnnnn, noo, Ohn, ohn, ohn , fuck ! Fuck, I’m getting off!” she cried out suddenly, trying to bite her lips to keep quiet, ashamed of the language she was using, ashamed of the way the orgasm was making her gasp and moan for the two men’s pleasure. The waves pounded into her, and her curvy body twitched and writhed on the couch, both of her hands clutching and squeezing the fat cock logs.

She drifted off into even stronger waves of lust as she dimly felt her panties being shoved aside and felt fingers greedily pushing into her pouting, moist pussy. She heard a long, low keening wail, and realized it was her as she rolled her hips, trying to get more of the man’s fingers into her starving pussy.

Some time later she came out of her daze – Monroe was leaving her pussy alone, for which she breathed a sigh of relief, but it did not last long. Monroe helped her stand up on shaking legs, and casually peeled the completely loosened shirt off of her slim shoulders; the bra went next. She simply stood there as she was stripped of shirt and bra, shivering and crossing her arms over her round, slightly conical and now pointy breasts; the sharp points of her nipples against her own arms had her eyes crossing again!

She blinked at Heavener as he stripped and sat back down on the couch, and felt Monroe behind her; his big, hot hands slipped around the curves of her hips, lingered on her taught belly for a moment, pulling her back firmly into what felt like a giant erection, and then slid upwards to cup her firm, heaving breasts. Her arms fell automatically to her sides. He rolled her soft, pointy tits around on her chest, smashing them deliciously as he ground his fat log into her shapely, curvy soft ass.

Anne tried to catch her breath; she wondered what was happening, and looked down at Heavener in a daze as he finally sat back on the couch, completely naked. He was not in great shape, with a rather large pot belly, but he had the shoulders and chest of a bear, and a thick club of a cock, bigger around than her wrist and at least 10” long.

“Ohn, no, no, I don’t – I don’t think this is a good idea,” she managed to protest softly as Monroe began shaking her perfect tits by the nipples, causing little gasps of pleasure to escape through Anne’s tightly clenched teeth.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees and show Mr. Heavener how much the company appreciates the contract he is going to sign, Anne?” Monroe whispered ion her ear, then pushed his tongue in her ear. He thought the young newlywed was barely aware of the fact that she was actively grinding her soft, round ass back against his rock hard manhood.

Anne breathed a sigh of relief as the Deacon let go of her over stimulated breasts, then bit her lip as Monroe began pushing downward on her slim shoulders. She found herself collapsing, kneeling in between Heavener’s thick, hairy thighs.

“I – I don’t think I want to do this,” she said softly, but found herself reaching out and wrapping the long, slim, soft fingers of her right hand around the thick base of Heavener’s straining meat.

“Just give it a little kiss,” Heavener smiled down at her. “No one needs to know, and I bet your boss will give you a nice raise for showing your loyalty to the company!” Anne shook her head slightly; she felt Monroe behind her, adjusting her legs, and decided she would not pay any attention to what he was doing. She whimpered slightly as she felt him flip her short skirt up around her waist so all that was covering her swollen, juicy pussy was her small blue panties.

“Come now, Annie, you look so cute down there – just one little kiss,” Heavener smiled at her. One hand found one of her swaying breasts again, and the other reached up and gripped her ponytail. It began a gentle pressure as he played with her still too sensitive breast; she felt Monroe peeling her wet panties down, and shivered strongly. She did not like giving head, and wouldn’t do it for her husband.

“Uhhnnnnnn,” she moaned softly as Monroe slipped two fingers into her moist, tight snatch. He began running them slowly in and out, and Anne realized she had leaned forward a bit more, and that she had begun running her sweaty fist up and down Heavener’s impressive cock log.

God, she still had her glasses on – what must she look like, with nothing but her skirt and her shoes and glasses on, her hair in a ponytail, and her breasts swollen with lust and sweaty from the effort of not cumming again?

Her plump lips bumped into the turgid, surprisingly soft head of Heavener’s cock; he pulled backwards and then forwards again, bumping her lips with his leaking cock crown again; then he did it again, and again. Anne opened her mouth one time to say she would kiss his stupid cock, but he pulled her head forward at just the right time, and his cock head bumped into her slightly parted teeth.

She blinked, and opened her mouth without thinking, giving his fat, lemon sized knob more room, and then a bit further till she felt it slip all the way past her plump lips, opened now in an O, and her perfect, even white teeth.

Anne struggled to maintain her calm, struggled to breathe evenly as Monroe began manipulating her clitoris at the same time he was sliding two – or was it three – fingers in and out of her pulsing, hot, wet pussy.

She closed her eyes, and without thought started rubbing her small tongue over the client’s bulbous, leaking cock head. Waves of pleasure were radiating from her dripping pussy, coiling with an incredible intensity with the pulses from her nipple, which Heavener’s large, hard fingers were pinching and twisting with an unholy expertise.

They combined with the heady taste of the man’s leaking cockhead pulsing upon her questing tongue – Anne had never felt this way; she started sucking softly on the leaking cock crown, and lost herself in the waves of an incredibly powerful orgasm as she was pushed over the edge from three different directions!

Anne shivered violently as she came down from the last orgasm; she peeked up at Heavener, and saw that he was staring directly into her eyes. He smiled widely, and when he saw that she was looking began rocking her head gently, feeding his shaft into her soft, wet, sucking mouth as well as his fat, bulbous head.

Anne could not stop the sick urge to curl her tongue around the heavily veined rod, and as he drew her head down her cute tongue would slip out, between the bottom of his ridged shaft and her lower tongue.

Her cheeks hollowed as she began sucking a bit harder at the delicious meat, and now he was making her take four inches, then five into her willing mouth – but then she realized he was not even holding her head anymore, she was bobbing her head willingly up and down, taking a bit more of his fat, straining cock each time.

The young newlywed shut her eyes as she felt the Deacon’s hands on her curvy hips; a moment later she something against her moist, tight pussy that was not fingers. Her husband had fucked her once or twice in the doggy position, but his cock was not nearly as large as the deacons.

She moaned and gasped around Heavener’s rod, and began rocking her lithe body back against Monroe, helping him to fuck his long dick into her taut, spasming body, and using his forward thrusts to help her swallow more of the client’s fat, straining cock.

She gagged once or twice, built then somehow found herself adapting to the soft mallet of the man’s bulbous cock head bumping against the back of her throat. She pressed as much of her tongue as she could against his long, veined shaft – for some reason it seemed very important. Her short, curvy body was now being bounced between the two men, and Anne was past the point of caring that most whores wouldn’t even do what she was doing to two men!

She bucked and writhed into her most powerful orgasm yet, and was barely aware when the men were also getting off, Heavener pulling out and spraying his load all over the pretty face and heaving, sweaty tits, and Deacon Monroe fitting into her in such a way it had her screaming at him for more.

Ten minutes later she was typing up the agreement they had come to while seducing her. Her fingers trembled, but she told herself that leaving now would make the sacrifice she had made useless.