Excited by her abandoned words, she dropped her head once again over his cock. She took all of it deep into her mouth, pausing only when his cock-tip was pressing against the back of her throat!

The boy had opened his eyes. He watched fascinated as the older woman did rousing lip-homage to his tingling cock. Though he had felt her mouth on his cock many times before, he never failed to be intensely impressed by the zeal and the talent of the woman who was his father's private secretary.

Once again the boy gave silent thanks for the good fortune that often called his father out-of-town on business. It thrilled Steve to think how shocked his father would be if he had any idea what good care Miss Pope took of his only son. Steve often wondered that his father took Miss Pope so much for granted. She had been working with him at his home office and downtown for over five years. Steve was convinced that his father had even forgotten what a beautiful woman the redhead was. Whenever Steve saw them together, his dad was barking out orders and Miss Pope had her head bent over her steno pad.

Even as an eleven year old, Steve had had a crush on Miss Pope. On her big round tits. Her ripe ass. Her beautiful face. He had never dreamed then that one day his most forbidden longings would be wanton reality.

He watched her pink lips form their lusty oval around his pulsing cock. His eyes searched out her breasts and watched them swaying beneath her as she moved. The large firm orbs were the same smooth white as the rest of her, except for her nipples. They were a very pale pink. They were excited now, and they stood out hard and proud from her bobbing spheres. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but they were just a little bit out of his reach. In his erotic abandon, Steve could not find the energy to move even that far. She was sucking his cock just right. He did not want to break her rhythm by moving.