"I don't know about her," Del said to his boss. "I tried to put the make on her heavy yesterday, but she turned me off, cold. I think the bitch is as icy as they come. Frigid, if you know what I mean." He nodded in Sandy's direction. The black-haired beauty smiled slightly in their direction, her ice blue eyes dancing with merriment. She had the last laugh on Del and wanted to flaunt it.
"Christ," said Paul. "She gives me the biggest hard-on of all. She even makes my tongue hard."
"Yeah, but if I strike out, what chance do you have?"
"What do you mean, Del? I can get her to jump into bed with me any time I want. But I'm biding my time. Waiting. When I want it, she'll do it."
"Shit, man, you're a bigger bull-shitter than I thought. She would do the same to you that she'd do to any other guy. I think there's something really wrong with her head. Women's Lib garbage for sure. She's better than any man and is out to prove it. Even if she has to castrate every guy she runs into along the way."
"A castrating bitch, huh?" Paul studied the way Sandy moved and wondered if that was right. The woman certainly flaunted those big tits of hers. She kept her blouse unbuttoned to the point where Paul would have taken bets as to how long it would be before one or both of those huge tits tumbled out.
He hoped to be around to see it. Sandy's tits were bigger than any of the other women's who worked in the office. He could imagine himself burying his face between those fleshy mounds of tit-flesh and licking and kissing, feeling them pound against his ears.
His cock began to ache. He knew any more of this daydreaming would drive him crazy. It didn't matter right now. He didn't have the time to fuck the sexy bitch.
"You'd strike out, too," Del said again. "If I did, you would too. Excuse me, boss. I've got to go and get some work done. If I can keep from thinking about how tight and hot that bitch's cunt must be." Paul watched his assistant walk off and seat himself gingerly at his desk. He guessed he had a raging hard-on, too.
Paul wondered if he should order Angela into his office again. He considered his state of arousal, but decided he wouldn't do it. Not right now. He should try to get some work done. The head men of the company really didn't care how much he fucked around as long as he did his job and didn't do anything to disgrace the name of Marrick, Vickers and Woodward.
"Mr. Carmody, have you taken your pills yet?" Angela asked. He looked at his secretary and wondered if he should reconsider his decision not to fuck her right now.
"Nope, sure haven't. Did my wife put you up to being her watchdog to make sure I take my pills every day?"
"Yes sir." Angela opened her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of colored pills. They were supposed to keep his blood pressure down and kill his appetite.
He took them from the woman and walked to the water fountain. He gulped them down with a couple swallows of water, then started back for, his office. He heard strange sounds from the locked storage room. The noises intrigued him. They sounded like moans.
He opened the door just enough to sneak a glance into the small room. His cock rose immediately when he saw the two women going at it inside the room. Sandy had her secretary spread-eagled on the tiny table. He could see everything. Her cunt-lips pulsed and throbbed as Sandy stroked them with her nimble fingers.
Every so often her middle finger vanished between the puffy cunt-lips to plunge all the way up the girl's cunt. Paul watched Sandy finger-fuck the girl a few times, then pull out her finger, drenched with cunt-juice. Sandy held her wet finger up and examined it, just inches away from her face. Then she slowly inserted her finger between her ruby lips and sucked it. The expression on her face was one of sheer joy and carnal lust.
It was everything Paul could do to keep from racing into the room, dropping his pants and fucking the shit out of both of them. He couldn't take his eyes off of the girl's wide-spread pussy. Her wet cunt gleamed in the harsh light from the naked bulb suspended above the table. Her legs moved with spastic twitches, which showed that her lust was almost at the breaking point.
"Ummm," said Sandy, "I never thought you'd taste this good. Keep those lovely legs of yours spread wide. I want to sample more of your tasty pussy."
She went down on the girl. Paul licked his lips and tried to keep from coming like some teenager about to get his first piece of ass. He'd seen a lot of hot and heavy sex in his time, but he'd never spied on two chicks making it together.
"Oh sweet Jesus, Sandy, your mouth feels so fucking good on my cunt! Keep licking it like you're doing. It… it makes me feel so Goddamned horny!"
Paul was startled by the girl's words. Mary Jane was a pleasant little girl who'd worked in the office for about two weeks. Never had he heard her say a single word harsher than "darn". Now he listened to her saying all sorts of nasty things.
The girl knew exactly what she wanted. He wanted to kick himself when he remembered that sex among the high-school kids was so widespread it was a miracle more of them didn't get knocked up every year.
Mary Jane obviously knew how to enjoy herself. She reached out and guided Sandy's head to the right spot. "There! That's it! Tongue my clit! And then tongue-fuck my cunt. I love the feeling of your tongue shooting all the way up my poor little pussy!" She shoved her hips down into her boss face.
Sounds of licking and lapping filled the room. Sandy loved the taste of her new secretary. She had hardly thought the girl would put out like this. She had made the right play for her, she guessed. It began with a little ass-patting. Then they came into this room and really began to get it on.
Sandy drew her tongue slowly from the bottom of her secretary's sex-slit all the way along the fat, swollen cunt lips. The girl's fleecy bush ticked her nose, but she ignored that. She had her tongue pressed firmly into Mary Jane's erect and throbbing clitoris. The tiny clit hadn't sprung up instantly. She had to coax it with her sucking and tonguing and kissing, but once her clit came up it was ready for all the action she could give.
Sandy sucked the clit into her lips and then teased the tip with her flicking tongue. Sucking hard on the girl's clit made her squirm and thrash around on the table until Sandy had a hard time keeping her mouth pressed firm against her cunt-lips. She opened her mouth wider and sucked in all the pussy she could.
The girl screamed and went into the wild frenzy of a come. Sandy stayed in place. Her tongue slithered up the inside of Mary Jane's pussy-lips and drove in and out of the girl's cunt. She tongue-fucked her with wild abandon.
She loved the taste of the cunt-juice pouring from the teenager's aroused cunt. She laved the insides of Mary Jane's cunt and then shoved her tongue as far up into the hot pussy as she could. When her jaws began to ache, she moved back to the exterior.
"More! Don't stop tonguing me! I love the feel of your hot breath on my clit. Fuck me, tongue-fuck me, but don't neglect meeee!"
The girl babbled on. Sandy tried to ignore her. She knew from her own, experiences that words didn't mean a damned thing when a chick got excited. Even if she told her lover to stop, she didn't mean it – not really. As long as her cunt-juices kept pouring out, she was aroused and would accept anything.
Sandy pulled hard on the girl's legs and slid her across the table. Her slim, young thighs pressed in on either side of Sandy's head as she took her pussy firmly in her mouth. She licked and sucked on Mary Jane's tender cunt-lips. She moved to one side of Mary Jane's pussy-lips and discovered her tightly-held anus. The puckered asshole clenched tightly and didn't want to admit her tongue. Sandy had seen this before. She used her tongue to lick and caress the teenager's anus. In a short while, she had the tight ring of anal-muscle to the point where it relaxed. Then she rammed her tongue up the girl's rear end.
The teenager shrieked and came again. Sandy started fucking the girl's asshole as hard as she could with her tongue. The sensations raging through the young girl's body were fantastic. Straight fucking had never been very exciting for her. She had allowed her boyfriend to fuck her once. That had been such a downer she hadn't been fucked by any other guy.
But girls!
That was a big turn on for Mary Jane. All the chicks she had fucked had been so knowledgeable and caring. They took the time to draw their tongues over her clit and make sure she was fully-aroused before stuffing her cunt with their tongues.
Sandy was doing great. She'd never had a tongue-fucking in her asshole before. The girl decided she loved the sensation. Her new boss wasn't the frigid bitch all the guys in the office seemed to think. Sandy simply got her kicks in different ways.
The lapping and sucking noise let up a little and the girl demanded, "More, give me all you can!"
"Bullshit!" snapped Sandy. Paul could see a ring of cunt-juice on the woman's lips. She smiled a little and added, "We got to both get off on this or it's no good."
He watched as she hiked up her skirt and kicked off her pantyhose. Somehow it didn't surprise him that she didn't wear any panties under her nylon pantyhose. Her ass gleamed as she quickly got up on the table and straddled the girl's face. Then she bent forward and applied her mouth to the girl's pussy again.
They were locked in the classic sixty-nine position. Paul had never before seen two women eating each other out. He felt his prick pressing heavily in his pants and wondered if he dared pull it out and beat off while watching the two chicks have at each other. He decided what the hell? They were the ones who were really getting it on. Why should he continue to torture himself?
He looked around and saw no one in the narrow hallway. The only possible chance he had of anyone seeing what he was doing was if someone came to use the water fountain. That didn't seem likely.
Taking his prick firmly in hand, he began working up and down his thick cock. His cock protested mightily and then sent waves of enjoyment throughout his belly. He sobbed once as he fought to keep down the rising surge of his jism.
But the sight of the two women eating each other was almost more than he could bear.
"More, Sandy, lick my pussy some more. I'm on fire down there. Give me all your tongue."
"Shut up, Mary Jane, and use your Goddamn tongue! Quit talking and get to eating!"
Sandy worked her pink tongue along the crease between the girl's leg and pubic bone. She outlined the girl's entire crotch before working her tongue through the thick tangle of pussy-fur. Tiny spirals of spit-wetted fleece gleamed in the harsh light.
Then she worked lower and started to lap all over her secretary's cunt-lips again. Paul could see the woman's tongue working actively all over Mary Jane's pussy, giving special care to the front end of the place where her clit hid. The woman sucked and licked and kissed all over the spot. Every time she did, the girl's legs drifted a little wider apart. Paul got the view of a lifetime. Not even in the X-rated flicks he'd seen had there been anything this great.
He knew this was for real! The two women didn't have the slightest idea there was anyone spying on them. Knowing that gave his prick another jerk of sensation. He could hardly hold onto his bucking prick now. He stroked faster up and down his cock until it burned with desire.
His eyes fastened on Mary Jane's parted pussylips. He could see the pink inner pussy-lips gleaming with cunt-juice and spit. The way Sandy lapped up the cunt-juice coming from the girl's pussy, she might not need to eat again for the next month.
Hands flashing up and down his meaty cock. Paul couldn't hold his come back any longer. He jetted out a white bullet of jism. It arched through the air and spattered on the floor ten feet away. He continued to come until his jizz dribbled down the length of his prick. He took out a handkerchief and wiped himself off before tucking his cock back into his pants.
With one last glance into the room, he closed the door and left. Besides, he thought he heard someone coming to get a drink of water. It wouldn't do to have the boss caught getting off while watching two female employees eat each other's pussy.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the action continued. Sandy's mouth felt rubbed raw by the teenager's cunt-fur. Her jaws ached from driving her tongue all the way up Mary Jane's tiny cunt. But Sandy was pissed-off! The girl wasn't giving her the kicks she thought she could get from having another woman eat her.
Mary Jane's tongue felt good, sure. The girl even knew where to look for her clit. But she didn't give smooth, regular motion Sandy desired. She drove her tongue down into the little organ with spasmodic jerks. Even the way she tongue-fucked wasn't the way Sandy loved it.
Finally, Sandy got off the table and said, "Back to work. We have to sell stuff or we won't be able to do this again."
Mary Jane reluctantly agreed. For her, this had been the closest thing to heaven she had found in the way of sex. She straightened her skirt and left the storage room.
As Sandy followed a few minutes later, she felt her shoe slip in something on the floor. Glancing down, she saw Paul's white puddle of spunk. She bent down and looked at it, surprised. A frightened glance around the tiny room assured her she was alone.
But she hadn't been.
Who had been spying – and jerking off – while she and Mary Jane tongue-fucked each other? She couldn't even begin to guess.