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DONNA, MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW@END_FILE_ID.DIZ

                                    CHAPTER 3

         I was clearing my In box late one afternoon a few days later.
    My secretary buzzed that I had a special delivery, personal at her
    desk. I ask her bring it in. She opened the door and a mail courier
    stepped inside, checked my identification and had me sign for a
    small package. This was not totally unusual. It had happened four
    or five times over the last two or three years.
         I tossed the package to one side and continued shuffling
    through the papers, signing or delegating with a note. As I tossed
    the last sheet into the Out box, the phone rang.
         "Hello," said into the phone, relieved to have finished the
    pile.     "Hi, Sexy," Donna's soft voice replied.
         "How are you?" I asked trying to make it sound semi-official.
         "Did you get a package today?" she asked.
         "As a matter of a fact, I did."
         "Open it and enjoy!"
         Click! She hung up. Suddenly, that small package took on a
    totally different attitude. I lifted it gently and looked at the
    label. No return address. I slit the tape with a letter opener and
    peel the paper off the box. Opening the small box, a pair of
    panties fell onto the desk. I stared at them for a moment. An
    envelope lay in the bottom of the box.  Pulling the envelope out,
    I opened it and found ten photographs. The first one was a very
    close shot of a open pussy, drooling cum. I sucked in my breath and
    automatically look up at my office door.
         The next photo was of Donna's face, her mouth hung open and a
    glob of cum was running over her lower lip and onto her chin. Her
    expression was one of rapture. I hurriedly flipped to the next. A
    large cock filled her mouth and cum oozed from the corner of her
    red lips. I flipped through the rest.
         The last photo stopped me dead. I remembered the scene. Donna
    was kneeling at my feet. My cock was clutched in my hand and a jet
    of cum arched onto her face. I stared in shock. My face was not
    visible in the photo. As a matter of a fact the only part of me
    shown was my cock and my  hand.
         I dropped the photos onto the desk and picked up the panties.
    The crotch was still damp. The moist circle looked like fresh cum
    and pussy juice. I lifted it slowly to my face and let my nostrils
    drink in the pungent odor of her cunt. My cock throbbed.
         A light rap on my door brought me to my trembling senses. I
    stuffed the photos and panties into my desk drawn and croaked a
    response.      Jenny, my secretary, stepped in and paused.
         "Yes, Jenny?" I asked.
         "Uh, well, Mr. Masters it IS Thursday," her voice trailed off.
         I looked at her for a moment and then realization dawned in
    the back of my mind. I smiled and rose.
         "Of course, Jenny. How forgetful of me." I rounded the desk
    and reached out to her.
         I heard her click the lock as she stepped away from the door.
    I gathered her into my arms and kissed her full lips. Her pointed
    tongue darted out and probed my mouth. Her breath rasped hot and
    damp from her nostrils onto my cheek.
         I cupped her full ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her belly
    against my, grinding her crotch against mine. She moaned into my
    mouth and arched her back, thrusting her cunt hard against my cock.
         "Oh, God!" she gasped, pulling away. "It seems like forever.
    Harry has fucked me three times this week and I haven't cum once."
    Her fingers were undoing my shirt and my belt.
         "Mmmmm. Then you must be horny," I teased.
         "I'll show you how horny!" She grabbed my hand and shoved it
    up under her dress, into her crotch.
         The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered
    and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt her fingers close
    around my naked dick. In seconds she was cuming the first time,
    thrashing and jerking against my hand.
         I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa. She
    fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for my head.
         "Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!"
         I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my knees
    and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it and she jerked.
         "Do you want me to kiss your pussy?" I asked, playing the
    game.     "Yessss!" she hissed.
         "Then talk to me. Tell me what you want!"
         "Eat my slimy cunt!" she rasped. She loved to talk dirty. As
    a matter of a fact, she couldn't cum if she didn't talk dirty.
    Harry, her husband, wouldn't let her talk period when they were
    fucking.
         My tongue snaked across the feverish, slippery lips of her
    pussy. She gasped and pulled a my head.
         "Ooooh YES! Lick my cunt! Suck the fuck juices out of my hot
    fucking pussy!"
         I stabbed my tongue into the gooey, molten hole of her cunt
    and she bounced on the sofa and began to shake violently. She came
    the second time. Her cunt drooled thin, hot juice into my waiting
    mouth. My cheeks and nose were wet with it.
         "Oh BABY!" she whined. "Suck me off! Lick my cunt! Then I want
    to suck you hard cock until you pump a gallon of cum in my mouth!"
         Slicing up the slimy crevice I found the hard, long button of
    her clit. I rolled it with my tongue, then sucked into my mouth and
    sucked it, teasing the tip end of it. Her heels locked behind my
    head and her fingers entangled in my hair.
         "Oh SHIT! Oooooh FUCK! OooooFUCKINGCUNT! PUSSYCOCKSUCKING!
    ooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
         Fortunately the office is sound proof. I triple tongued her
    clit, rolling it faster and faster. She bounced and jerked. A flood
    of juices gushed from her cunt. I suck it up as fast as I could but
    a puddle formed at her ass cheeks on the vinyl upholstery.
         "FUCKFUCKFUCK! CUNTCUNTCUNTCOCK! COCKASSFUCKING!
    CUNTSUCKINGAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
         The explosion hit and for more than a minute she hung at the
    apex of her pleasure, my head clamped between her fleshy thighs,
    her cunt pulsing hotly in my mouth. I gently liked her juices until
    she was empty and her thighs relaxed.
         I staggered up and to her right and fell back on the sofa. She
    lay inert, soaking up the pleasure of the moment. The phone rang.
         I staggered up and across to the desk.
         "Hello," I wheezed.
         "You sound out of breath, Daddy. Were you jerking off looking
    at my pictures?" Donna asked.
         "Huh?" I shook my head to clear it. "No."
         "Oh. Jerking off while you sucked my panties?"
         Something hot and wet closed around my cock head. I looked
    down and Jenny was engulfing it and looking up at me.
         "No. Uh... nothing like that," I stammered.
         "Why, Daddy, if I didn't know better I might think you were
    banging one of the secretaries."
         Jenny swallowed my swollen dick to the balls and I croaked
    into the phone.
         "Is she sucking you off, Daddy?" Donna asked huskily.
         "Uh, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," I dodged.
         "Okay, Daddy. When you shoot off in her throat, think about
    me."
         The phone went dead. My cock was very much alive. I dropped the
    phone on the hook and leaned back against the desk. Jenny slid my
    cock out of her mouth and smiled at me.
         "Does this make you cock feel good?" she whispered.
              "Yes! Fantastic!"
         "Encourage me. Talk dirty to me!" The rest of the game.
         My cock slid back into her mouth and I leaned back on my
    hands.
         "Yessss! Suck my cock! Suck it, Jenny!" I rasped. Her
    breathing quickened through her nostrils and her mouth picked up
    speed.
         "Suck that cock. You love to suck cocks, don't you?"
         "Ummmmm Hmmmmm!" she hummed her answer.
         "Any cock that can come! You like to suck a cock that has been
    up your cunt don't you?"
         "Hmmmmmmm!"
         "You'd like to have a line of hard cocks waiting! Sucking one
    after another!" My hips were moving. She was pulling closer to cum.
         "You'd suck somebody else with me watching, wouldn't you!"
         "Hmmmmmmmmmm! Hmmm!" she hummed. Her head was bouncing back
    and forth. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently.
         "Oh!" I growled. "Ooooooh! UUuuuuuuuh! COCKSUCKER!
    AAAGGGGGGGGHHHHNNNN!"
         The pressure skyrocketed and I grabbed her bobbing head. I
    shoved my cock to the back of her throat and unleased the gusher.
    Her throat worked and she whimpered and moaned as she drank my
    come. I knew that her cunt was convulsing as she came the last
    time.

         Gasping for breath, we broke apart. After several minutes of
    recuperation, Jenny stood on woobly legs and stripped several
    tissues from the dispenser on my desk and wiped her mouth and chin
    and scooped the residue from her cunt.
         She gathered her clothes and disappeared into my private bath.
    Twenty minutes later she emerged, clothed, make-up repaired and
    back to Jenny the Executive Secretary. I was rumpled but dressed
    and sitting behind the desk.
         "Thank you very much, Mr. Masters," she said demurely. "I
    don't think I could live another minute without Thursdays with
    you."
         "Thank you, Jenny. As always you do excellent work," I
    replied.
         "See you in the morning." She turned and walked out the door.
         "In the morning," I called after her.
         I pulled the photos and the panties out of the desk and tucked
    them in my wall safe and spun the knob. The sun was a glow in the
    west as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home.