Chapter 64

Her eyes opened in the fog, her body hazy again, standing inside the door of Sam’s office, looking at the clock.

The black hands on the gold clock pointed to a little after one, and the light streaming from the window indicated afternoon.

Lisa was elated, she had done it again. Traveled in a dream, standing in Sam’s office, looking around.

The door opened behind her, Sam entered, walking to his desk, sitting behind the over sized executive desk, shuffling papers, cleaning an area of the top of the desk, fiddling with some contracts, placing them in a basket at the corner of the desk.

Lisa wandered around the office, her hazy figure filmy and indistinct, moving in front of Sam’s vision, noting that Sam was completely unable to see her body.

Lisa put her echo chamber to work on her husband’s boss.

My secretary, Marian’s a sexy wench. Sometimes I’d sure like to fuck her. Right now, as a matter of fact, I’d like to stick my cock between those thighs.”

Sam leaned back in his high backed chair, lacing his hands behind his head, his thought soaking up the projected power that Lisa’s echo chamber sent.

“She probably thinks that I’m too old to fuck her, but I think that I’d surprise that young lady.”

Lisa sent visions of Sam’s cock entering between Marian’s plump thighs, entering Marian’s furry pussy, sliding to the hilt in her wet snatch.

Sam shifted his weight on his chair, while Lisa looking through the solid desk top at the front of his trousers noticed his bulging prick stirring and moving inside his pants.

Lisa grinned lasciviously, enjoying her dream and the new found application of her power, willing Bill’s boss into a state of sexual excitement, toying with his sexual libido.

“The way my secretary swings that big ass around here, makes me think of a mare in heat. I wonder if I could fuck her. I can always try, and then if she won’t fuck, I’ll fire her ass and get me a secretary that will fuck.”

Lisa moved, facing the door, sending her echo chamber thoughts to Marian, sitting at her desk in the outside office.

“I’m horny and I’d like to get fucked. Too bad that Bill’s away at school, I’d screw anyone that asked me now!”

Lisa turned back to Sam.

“I’ll call her in here and give her the business about getting some contract changes done. I’ll tell her she’s beautiful and sexy and see what happens then. If she’s at all receptive, I’ll fuck her!”

Sam’s finger stabbed at the intercommunications button, calling his secretary into his office.

Marian tapped on the door, opened and closed it behind her.

“Did you want me, Sam?”

“Marian, I always want you!” Sam chuckled at his plump secretary, grinning like a fool.

Marian paused in mid stride, stood stock still looking at her boss.

“Why Sam! You always want me, but only to do your office work. Never anything else!” her voice sultry, loaded with intimate sexual innuendo.

“How can you possibly know that I never want you for anything else?”

“You’ve never even made a pass at me!”

“If you’ll come over here, I’ll make a pass at you,” Sam grinned at his secretary.

Marian stalked slowly over to stand beside Sam, her hips swaying with provocative motions, her full breasted figure swaying slowly as she moved.

“Now, what kind of pass are you going to make at me?” she said playfully, looking down at her boss, her full bodied figure against the arm of Sam’s executive desk chair.

Sam’s hand, lying on the desk, moved to the back of his secretary’s fleshy calf, lightly holding the stocking clad flesh of her leg, instantly ready to stop if she indicated displeasure at his actions.

“Oh, that feels good,” Marian’s voice crooned at her boss.

“Are you going to move your hand, or is that the extent of your pass?”

Sam’s next motion caught his secretary by surprise, his hand slid over her calves, darting upwards with pleasure, sliding between her thighs to nest in the humid warmth of her crotch. His thumb resting hard against the fabric of her panties.

“My, but when you get down to fiddling around, you don’t fiddle around, do you,” Marian giggled like a school girl at her boss’s hand touching her loins.

“Not when I’ve got something this nice to fiddle with!” Sam grinned back at her.

“Do you really think it’s nice?” Marian teased her boss.

Sam’s thumb traced the swelling of her fleshy cunt under the silky panties. His thumb making circular motions over the hairy mounded opening to her belly, then wormed under the elastic leg band to nestle in the humidity of her cunt haired slit.

Her body shivered, sagging slightly as she pressed her mound to his searching thumb.

“Sam, that feels so good! Why didn’t you ever do that to me before now?”

Sam grinned up into his secretary’s face, “Because I didn’t know if you liked to get your pussy felt.”

“Not only do I like to get it felt, but I like to get it licked, and fucked too!”

Sam reached upwards with his unoccupied hand, still teasing her slit with the other, opening the buttons of her blouse, feeling at the side of her skirt for the catch and strap holding her skirt at her waist.

Pulling his hand away from between her thighs, her boss finished opening her buttons, pulling her blouse wide open, her brassiered breasts spilling from the opening, jiggling in the tightly clasping confines of her white lacy bra.

“The least you can do is take off your blouse and bra, while I take off your skirt!” Sam’s voice implored his secretary.

Her hands flew to shrug her shoulders from her white blouse, tossing it on the carpet beside the desk, her arms twisting behind her back to open the catch of her bra. The catch pulled free, her luscious tits sprung from the confinement. Two football female mammary’s sprung forth to hang slightly, quivering as the motion in each tit surrendered to the force of gravity.

Sam succeeded in opening the catch of her black skirt, and with a dainty movement for a big girl, Marion stepped from her skirt taking it from Sam’s fingers, tossing it to the carpet by her blouse.

Standing, her very full figure opulent in glory, dark thigh length stockings, white garter belt, and very lacy white panties over the belt, Marian shivered with sexual excitement.

“Pull my panties off, Sam!” she commanded.

Sam moved quickly, stripping her white lacy panties, tossing them on the carpet, burying his head into her crotch, his tongue searching the fat fleshy lips of her hair lined cunt, slipping into the slippery opening of her snatch.

Marian’s hands held his head, grinding her over sized hips, squashing his lips against her pussy, slowly fucking his face as his fingers delved into the cleft of her rotating ass.

Her body quivering with passion and lust at the tongue delving deeply into her hot cunt.

“Enough! Let’s fuck!” Marian’s voice shuddered out as her whole body trembled with an orgasm.

Lisa moved her hazy body to perch on the corner of the desk, drawing up one leg, feeling between her own legs, surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing panties. Her slim fingers parting the swollen lips of her sex, probing at her own clit in lusty fucking motions.

“Let’s get on the couch,” Sam’s voice groaned.

“No!” her voiced almost cracked like a whip. “I do my best work on a desk, let’s fuck here!” his secretary commanded.

Both Sam and Marian’s fingers flew to strip Sam’s vest, tie, shirt, and pants. Uncoordinated, Sam forgot his shoes, and for a moment stood with his trousers around his ankles until he kicked off his loafers, standing in his jockey shorts.