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Susan Alcott is a child of the age. Living the life of a hedonist, she refuses to worry about any serious problems of her future, and rarely thinks of the past in any reflective sense. Never does she question herself or seek any long-term commitment. Her main concern is for today, for herself, and for her pleasure. For Susan, sex is merely something to be enjoyed, sometimes to be performed for the enjoyment of others, but never does it carry any moral or deep emotional overtones.
Her story is a social document, manifesting current trends in human relationships and contemporary morality. HOT AND WILLING SECRETARY challenges our perceptions of ourselves and our contemporary social mores. With its lesson of what our future may hold, it is a book demanding our serious scrutiny.
Susan Alcott could feel the hard bulge in his crotch pressing against her belly. She quivered.
It was her last day at the Blake Secretarial School, and now one of her teachers, Mr. Simpson, had cornered her in an empty classroom.
“You’re not going off without saying goodbye, are you, Susan?”
He leered at her, his eyes fixed on her tits. She wore a tight sweater and the shape of her cantaloupe-sized tits was clearly revealed.
She was afraid. She had no intention of yielding to him, at least not willingly, but she knew that if he managed to get his hands on her pussy she would lose control.
It had happened before. One touch on her clit and Simpson would have her. She got wildly hot when her clit was touched. Even through clothes.
She tried pushing him away now, but he had her back up against the wall. As though completely aware of her vulnerability, his hand slipped between their bodies to press at the mound of her cunt.
“Oh, God!” she moaned. “Please don’t!”
Simpson snickered. “You’re a hot little bitch! You’ve been pushing it in my face for months now. It’s time we had a little fun, don’t you think?”
Even through her skirt and panties, the feel of his fingers pressing against her clit was delicious. He soon had her shivering with lust. It was no use. She remained motionless, mewling with pleasure as he raised the front of her skirt to get his hand at her pussy.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.