"Greta, it's a crying shame the way these tax people try
to screw us. Look at this notice my husband and I received
the other day. It's an audit, I think."
The petite, pretty blonde housewife was obviously very
angry as she handed the notice to her lovely, dark-haired
neighbour. Greta read it slowly, then looked up.
"I agree with you, Mary. But what can you do about it?"
"I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going down to
that IRS Office and talk to this man whose name is on the
notice. Let's see, it's a Mr. Ralph Whitcomb. Do you want
to come along with me?"
Greta smiled. "I like you when you're angry," she said.
"You're something else, Mary. Do I want to come? Why I
wouldn't miss it for the world."
So that afternoon, Mary Mason, her tax papers in her
hand, and with her beautiful neighbour, Greta, beside her,
drove downtown and walked into the huge Federal Building.
They looked at the building directory and found that the
IRS Office was on the third floor. They took the elevator
to the third floor, got off and walked into the IRS office.
They walked up to the receptionist and demanded to see Mr.
Ralph Whitcomb, the IRS man whose name was on the tax form.
"I'm sorry," the receptionist said, "but Mr. Whitcomb is
busy right now. Do you have an appointment?"
"Why should I have to make an appointment?" Mary barked.
"He's the one who wants to see me. Let him make the time!"
The confused receptionist was about to protest Mary's
behaviour when a tall, handsome, balding man in his mid-
forties walked in and said, "I'm Mr. Whitcomb. What can I
do for you ladies?"
"This!" Mary exclaimed, and she showed him the papers.
He smiled. "Please step in my office," he said. Then he
turned to the receptionist and said, "Miss Lane, I'll be
busy for a few minutes with these ladies. Please hold my
calls."
"Yes, sir," she said, giving Mary a dirty look.
He showed them into his office and then closed the door.
"Please be seated, ladies," he said. "I'll just look these
forms over." He glanced at the top line and looked up and
said, "I take it you are Mrs. Mason?"
Mary nodded. "Yes, and this is my friend, Greta."
He started looking over the papers again. After reading
them, he looked up and said, "Ah, yes. It seems that you
and your husband took a deduction that was not allowed. I'm
sorry, but the law states..."
As he was talking, Mary stood up and walked around the
desk and leaned over his shoulders, looking at the papers.
Her exotic perfume made him feel light and excited. As she
bent over, he could see the cleavage of her tits and the
smooth roundness of her large boobs.
"I don't care what the law states," Mary began. "We took
deductions for entertaining people. They were clients of
my husband's, and that makes it a legal deduction."
"Yes ma'am, but did you really spend $5000 entertaining.
That seems like an extraordinary amount of money to spend
for entertaining clients," he replied.
"Certainly, that's what we spent!" Mary said, as she
leaned over him even more. Now one tit was almost rubbing
his face.
He started to get flustered, then he looked back in
front of him. The other woman, they said her name was
Greta, was still sitting on the chair, but she had shifted
position and her legs were spread apart and her skirt had
slid up her legs. As he looked at her legs, he suddenly
noticed, "My God, she isn't wearing any panties!"
A wild and reckless thought occurred to him. Here he was
in his own office, his boss in the next room, and his
receptionist on the other side of the door - and he was
actually thinking how wild it would be to fuck one or both
of these lovely females!
"But that's insane," he said the himself. "I would have
to be mad! My job! My future! Everything would be at
stake!" But her closeness, her perfume, and the sight of
the dark-haired woman's lovely beaver was beginning to make
him want to throw caution to the winds. Once in every man's
life, there should be a time when he is called upon to do
something reckless and dangerous.
He turned around and gently bit Mary on the tit through
her blouse. There were a few moments of silence as he felt
his blood pounding wildly in his head. He wanted to take
one, or maybe even both, of them right now.
He grinned and looked at Mary, then said, "Maybe you're
right. Maybe these are legal deductions. I'll see what I
can do."
As he said this, he put his hand on her leg and slid it
up under the back of her skirt and grabbed hold of Mary's
smooth, round buttocks. His fingers told him that she
wasn't wearing panties either. He massaged the naked globes
of her rear for a moment, then stood up and lifted Mary's
skirt up over her waist and set her on his desk. Greta also
stood up and slowly began walking toward them.
"Then the audit is off?" Mary said huskily, reaching
down to unzip his pants and pulling his cock out of his
shorts. He was already hard, and he just nodded an answer
to Mary's question. He felt almost dizzy with passion. And
yet, there was also the element of risk. It made him all
the hotter. What if someone walked in and....
He fondled Mary's big knockers, feeling her nipples
harden under his fingers. Then he unbuttoned her blouse and
started sucking on her erect, pink nipples. They responded
by standing out oven more.
"Lord, but you've got nice tits, lady," he whispered in
a voice shaking with anxiety and lust. "You've got a very
nice pussy, too."
Greta lifted her skirt and sat down on the desk next to
Mary. As Mary spread her slim, tanned legs, the IRS man
slowly pushed his pecker forward into her steaming hot love
tunnel. Mary moaned as she felt him penetrate her. He
rubbed his cock forward and back just inside her entrance.
Her cunt was warm and moist.
He penetrated her easily and was amazed to find that any
woman as small as Mary could take his big shaft so effort-
lessly. Only at the very end of his thrust could he feel
the tip of his cock come up against the soft rear wall of
her cunt. He began to fuck her with long, measured strokes
that nearly drove Mary back onto the desk. Meanwhile, he
began to finger-fuck the hairy slot of the lovely Greta
sitting next to Mary. Her pussy was hot and wet too.
"Oh, give it to me," Mary whispered. "Fuck my hot hole!
Shove it in hard! Ahhhhyyeeessss! Oh, you fuck so gooood!"
He continued to pump in and out of Mary's sublime pussy
for a few minutes, then just as he was ready to come, the
door burst open and in came his silver-haired boss. "Mister
Whitcomb!" was all he could manage to gasp.
But before he could protest, Greta was off the desk and
in the older man's arms. At first he protested, but her
actions overwhelmed him. She was soon down on her knees,
unzipping him, then reaching in and bringing his limp tool
to life with her fingers. His head spun. He couldn't
believe this was really happening, but he let this lovely
woman suck his cock until he was ready to shoot his load.
He looked down and saw her fingers rubbing her naked, hairy
pussy as she sucked. He started thrusting his cock harder
into her mouth.
If Ralph Whitcomb was shocked at first, it didn't hinder
his ardour. He now had Mary down on the desk, on top of all
his papers, and was passionately fucking her, pounding his
hard cock into her clutching pussy while she moaned words
of passionate encouragement.
Mary sobbed her pleasure and Ralph groaned with the
ecstatic feeling he was experiencing. He shot his love
juices deep into her, pumping her again and again as the
papers on his desk flew in all directions. She was moaning
and her pussy was spasming in her own climax as it squeezed
the last drops of cum out of his cock. The hot juices of
his passion flowed out of her well-filled cunt and down the
lovely tanned legs of the beautiful blonde housewife onto
the audit papers on his desk.
He could hear his boss groan as he reached his climax
and squirted into the lovely dark-haired woman's mouth. It
had to be a dream, he thought. But he definitely knew that
the half naked blonde beauty he was fucking was real.
Suddenly, the door opened again and Miss Lane walked in.
Her face appeared shocked, but she didn't say anything, she
just stared. She couldn't take her eyes away from the
action in front of her. Ralph knew that he was too deeply
involved already. There was only one way to make sure that
his receptionist would never give away their secret.
Ralph was charged up. He had just had an explosive cum
in the blonde housewife's cunt, but his cock was fully hard
and erect again. He couldn't believe he could get it up so
fast, but he did. He went over to Miss Lane, kissed her
passionately, with his tongue invading her mouth. As he
felt her start to hug him tightly, he led her to his desk
where he bent her over, lifted her skirt and lowered her
pantyhose. There he was, bent over his prim and proper
secretary, shoving his hot cock, still wet with another
woman's pussy juice, past the soft white mounds of her ass
and into her tight little twat. She moaned as his cock
separated her cunt lips, then began panting excitingly as
he started to pump in and out of her. It was a wild after-
noon, one that none of them would ever forget.
* * * * *
"So the audit's off," her husband was saying to her that
evening. "How did you ever talk them into it?"
"Well...." Mary said, "I guess that I just presented it
in a way that they could understand."
"That's great! We got away with it. For once, it's us
screwing the tax man instead of them screwing us!"
Mary shrugged, then mused, "Ah, well...in a way. Let's
just say that the screwing was pretty equal."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, honey."
"You know, Mary, I'd probably have gotten so mad at that
IRS guy that I'd have told him off and we'd have had to pay
a big penalty. I think from now on, I'll let you handle all
our negotiating."
"That's a good idea. I get a...a real bang out of...
ah...negotiating...with other people. It really makes me
feel ful...filled."
Ignoring Mary's comment, her husband pointed back to the
papers. "Look, Mary, these audit papers are a mess. What in
the world are these funny stains?"
"Oh, ah...ah...we must have spilled something on them.
Juice, I think. Yes, it was juice. I remember now," she
said as a sly smile came to her face.
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