Although Jayne was not very late, the offices were already filled with merrymakers, well-dressed men and fashionable girls standing around with drinks in hand, a little formal as yet, a bit stiff and self-conscious – but that was a condition that would change once they had drained those glasses a few times and lost their inhibitions.
Jayne had been told that the Benson Company was famous for the annual office party and that even old man Benson himself was inclined to join in the festivities. If he'd had any hair, it could have been said that he let his hair down. So she was looking forward to the evening – and looking further towards the happy prospect of getting home, in due course, to find a delicious slab of cockmeat awaiting her.
Several young executives noticed her arrival and greeted her in friendly fashion.
She was surprised that they all not only knew her first name, but used it.
Someone handed her a martini.
She sipped it and giggled as she wondered what effect the gin and vermouth would have on her tastebuds, hoping they would not dull her appetite for Jonathon's prick. She decided that a nice snack of cockmeat and cum would be just the thing to complement the taste of a martini.
Anna Darwin wandered over to talk to Jayne.
Anna was a slender, dark-haired woman with flashing eyes and pert, upthrusting tits. She wore a silken dress that rustled around her pelvis as she moved and, like Jayne, she wore no bra. Her tit tips pressed twin points against the material. Her ass was shaped like an inverted valentine, sheathed in tight silk. She was a very popular girl, mainly because she fucked a lot. She claimed to be a woman's libber but had only a vague idea what that movement was all about, believing that mainly it meant that a woman had equal rights to orgasm and seduction. Those principles were well suited to her oversexed nature and thus she felt an obligation – as well as a desire – to screw any man that she could. Proud of her equality, she often boasted of her conquests. But she was so open and direct and artless, naive, really, that no one resented her behavior or her pride therein.
She said, "This is your first office party, isn't it, Jayne?" She smiled and tapped her teeth against the rim of her glass, regarding Jayne speculatively.
"Um-hum."
"You should have been here last year. Wow! It was really a blast."
"So I've heard."
"I hope it works out as good this year."
"Everyone seems a bit stiff so far."
Anna giggled.
"Oh, they'll loosen up once they've had a few drinks," she said. "And the looser a man gets, the stiffer his prick is liable to become."
Jayne blushed.
"I balled four guys last year… and that was before I got too drunk to remember. I think half a dozen others gang banged me, but I'm not sure."
"It doesn't seem to bother you."
"Of course not. A woman is entitled to get gang banged whenever she wants. That's a tenet of liberation."
"Oh," said Jayne.
Jayne considered herself a woman in the natural sense and, therefore, was not much interested in women's liberation, but she could see that there were certain advantages in the movement if you approached it the way that Anna did.
"But you aren't married, are you?" she said.
"Naw, nor likely to be. I play the field."
"But I am."
"So?"
"Well, a happily married woman can't very well go around getting gang banged."
"I don't see why not."
"Well, gee…"
"As long as your husband doesn't find out."
"I just wouldn't feel right about it."
"To each her own. You're faithful to your husband, huh? Is he faithful, too?"
"Oh, yes."
"Sounds boring."
Jayne smiled and shrugged.
"Aren't you going to screw a single man tonight?" Anna asked, looking distressed at the thought.
"Of course not!"
"Everyone will think you're a prude. And you won't get a raise, either. I got three raises last year, just for doing what I like to do, anyhow. The secret is to get your boss real horny by playing with his dick or showing him your pussy or something like that, and then you tell him you won't let him fuck you because, being so underpaid, you don't feel entitled to fuck a rich executive, it works every time, as long as you get him hot enough to begin with."
"Why, that's terrible!" Jayne exclaimed, but she was laughing as she said it.
"It works."
"It's almost like being a whore!"
"Yeah, I thought about that. But that's okay. I wouldn't mind being a whore, as far as that goes. If I wasn't an overpaid secretary, I'd probably be a high-priced whore. There isn't much difference."
"Are you really overpaid?"
"Well, considering that I can't type and can't take dictation or shorthand and never manage to get anything filed in the right place, I guess I'm very much overpaid for a secretary – but since I spread my legs for all the executives whenever they want a bit, I'm really underpaid – unless you take into consideration the fact that I love to fuck every bit as much as they do, or more. It all depends on how you look at it."
"You're incredible – you really are!" Anna smiled.
"Liberated," she said.
A young man that neither of them knew wandered over, drink in hand. He was good looking and casually dressed. Smiling, he stared at the girl's tits, his eyes moving back and forth as if unable to decide where to settle. Jayne's tits were larger, but both sets were firm and shapely and thrusting and capped by those stiff nipples.
"Hi, girls," he said. "I'm Andy."
"I'm Anna. This is Jayne."
"I was wondering if one of you sexy girls would like to stop by my office for a little while?"
Anna looked boldly at his crotch.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
"Errr… fucking, actually."
Jayne was blushing, but Anna grinned.
"You have your own office, huh?"
"Certainly."
"Gee, I'd like to go with you. But I'm only a lowly secretary… I wouldn't feel right about letting an executive screw me. Of course, if you were to have me transferred to your office, with a raise in pay…"
He thought about that.
He said, "I guess I could make you my office manager," he said. "You'd be my second in command… and you'd probably get a salary equal to mine."
"Golly! That's an offer I can't refuse."
He grinned. The front of his trousers had started to bulge and the bulge was throbbing.
"Shall we retire to the office, then?" Anna took his arm. Jayne was gaping, open mouthed and shocked.
Anna winked at her.
"A girl has to get ahead," she said.
"And give some head, too," Andy said.
"You're the boss," said Anna.
They walked off together, Anna's supple pelvis swaying more than walking demanded, her lithe hip brushing against his flank with every stride.
Jayne watched them leave the room. What an amazing girl! she thought. She's going to blow him and get a better position out of it! And that bulge in his pants had looked mighty tasty, too.
But Jayne would never do a thing like that…
As it turned out, Anna got a surprise. They went down the corridor a short distance and stopped beside the broom closet. Andy turned her to him, took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips. She could feel his hard-on grinding against her belly. Her lips parted eagerly and he slipped his hot tongue into her mouth. She met it with her own nimble tongue. Her lips sucked on it. When his tongue withdrew, her tongue followed, entering his mouth. They swapped tongues back and forth until they were both starting to pant. His cock was bucking like a bronco and her pussy had started to melt and flow. Cunt juice trickled down the insides of her soft thighs and pooled up in her parted slot.
Finally, she drew back. "Oh, let's go to your office!"
"We're already there."
"What?"
He nodded toward the broom closet.
"I don't get it," she said.
"I'm the janitor."
"The janitor!"
"Yeah. Janitors like to go to parties, too," said. "A janitor likes to fuck just as much as an executive."
"Oh, for crissake!"
Anna was tempted to slap his face and storm off.
But his cock did feel awfully big and hard and hot… and since she was already there with him…
Then he said just the right thing.
He said, "Of course, if you're too stuck up to screw a blue-collar worker."
"I am not!"
"If you're frigid…"
"Frigid! Why you lowly lout! Get in that broom closet. I'll show you who's frigid!"
Andy smiled.
They went into the closet.
Anna had never been fucked in a closet.
She had been fucked in beds, in automobiles, on floors, on blankets in the woods, in the bathtub, in the shower and, on one memorable occasion, in a meat locker, when she had traded her pussy for a side of beef with a horny butcher, but never once had she been balled in a closet.
The novelty added a certain charm to the setting.
It was a fairly large closet, as broom closets go, lighted by a low-watt bulb hanging on a cord from the ceiling. There were brooms and mops and buckets and a trolley all around, but there was plenty of room for fucking.
Andy was an efficient janitor and he was in his town element. He wasted no time.
He dropped his pants.
Anna's eyes gleamed.
His cock was stout and sturdy, the big purple peckerhead flaring as it loomed up before his belly. It was a blue-collar cock, not at all elegant or refined but gnarled and hard… no figurehead, this, but a practical and useful tool of his trade. It looked long enough to do service as a mop and hard enough to be used as a crowbar.
He grinned when he saw how interested she looked.
"Oh, my!" she said.
"Like it?"
"It's adorable. I haven't had a low-class prick in ages. I'd forgotten how lovely they were."
"Never screwed a janitor, huh?"
"Oh, yes. When I was a kid – that was before I was into women's liberation, by the way – I seduced the janitor at my school. But we didn't do it in the closet, we used the principal's office."
His cock began to thunder as he imagined her fucking when she was younger.
"Started young, huh?"
"Oh, my, yes. I started with my older brother…"
Images of incestuous dalliance caused Andy's dong to leap and lurch with need. He had always wanted to fuck his own sister, but she refused to let him – although she was willing to watch while he jerked off and, once, allowed him to shoot all over her plump young titties.
Anna looked at him coyly.
"Your prick looks so delicious…" she said. Her tongue glided along her lower lip. "Maybe I ought to suck you off, instead of fucking you…"
"What a good idea!"
"Would you like that?"
"I would love that."
"Will you give me a nice, hot, thick load of jism to drink? Ummm? Will you fill my mouth with cream?"
"Damned right!"
"Ooooh! I'm hungry for it…"
Andy pushed his hips forward, driving his pecker up and out. Anna squealed and slowly sank to her knees in front of him. His cock loomed up before her face and her eyes crossed as her vision turned upon the tasty tackle. She put her hands on his hips but didn't take him into her mouth right away. She was savoring the expectation and her mouth had begun to drool for a taste of prick.
Her tongue pushed out.
She licked and lapped at the air, inches from his cockhead, teasing him and letting her appetite build up.
Her lips parted.
Andy began to rub his peckerhead against her cheek and neck. His cock was like a mop her mouth a bucket. He worked the tip around in her face, running it over her little upturned nose, dipping it into her eye socket, dragging it down to her trembling chin.
The cleft was bubbling with preliminary spunk.
He used his prick like a paintbrush, whitewashing her face with jism, leaving a slippery trace of spunk down her cheek and into the corner of her mouth.
She saw the shadow they cast on the floor, her face and his prick linked in the erotic play of light and shade. She pushed her tongue out, seeing the shadow of that tongue move towards his cockhead.
Andy moaned with urgency.
Then Anna could delay no longer. As hot as the janitor was to get his dick sucked, she was every bit as hot to suck it. She wanted to drink his cum. Unlike Jayne, Anna never worried about giving a blow job without having a fuck directly afterwards, for she knew that there would always be a cock available to her. If she sucked one man off and he was unable to get a subsequent hard-on, it didn't matter to the lewd libber – for there was always another cock around the corner. At the office party, she could have her choice from a selection of some hundred peckers – and fully intended to have at least a dozen, breaking the record she had set the year before.
Usually, when she began to give head, Anna used her tongue at first, preparing the pecker, licking up and down and around the knob and lapping the man's balls a bit, before she took it in her mouth and commencing the sucking proper.
A preliminary tonguing always inspired the gentleman and, furthermore, worked her appetite up to a frenzied pitch. It got her taste buds tingling and her mouth watering so that by the time she got a mouthful of hot cockmeat she was truly ravenous for the feast.
But she was afraid to fool around with these preliminaries at the moment, for Andy's prick was already starting to flow with jism and it was throbbing and bucking alarmingly. She was afraid that he might shoot while she was licking his stalk and it would be heartbreaking to have his precious cum spurt over her shoulder and fall, wasted, to the closet floor. Of course, randy girl that she was, she could always lick it up from the floor, but she knew from long experience that cum never tasted as good secondhand as it did when she milked it hat and bubbling right out of the joystick.
So Anna did not delay.
She fitted her lips to the damp tip of his cock and slowly let them part around it, pushing her head down and taking his knob into her mouth.
Andy let out a long moan of pure pleasure as he felt her warm mouth envelop his desperate dick. He threw his head and shoulders back so that he could gaze down the arch of his torso and see what she was doing, thereby adding a visual thrill to the physical sensation. His eyes were glazed with lust. They narrowed as he looked down.
Anna had taken just the head of his prick into her mouth at first. She was sucking merrily away on that big, tasty slab of cockmeat. Her lips parted as they pulled on the purple wad and her nimble tongue was darting and fucking all over the succulent mouthful, dipping into the parted cleft, running around against the sensitive underside, curling behind the ledge. Her eyelids fluttered up and down. Her expression was distant as she gave her total concentration to the sucking which so greatly thrilled the oversexed nymph. Since she had only his cockhead in her face at the moment, he could see the long, thick shaft stretching out from his groin to her mouth.
"Ahhh… suck, baby," he groaned.
He placed his hand alongside her cheek, stroking gently, moving his fingertips down to the corner of her mouth so that he could feel her lips as they slurped on his prick.
Anna bobbed her head down.
Her compressed lips slid halfway down his stalk, drew back up, slowly, sucking through every precious inch, then ducked down again. She was taking a bit more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke, working slowly and steadily down toward his root. Her lips were turning almost inside out on the backstroke, so vigorously was she sucking, and her tongue had curled into a little pink carpet over which his fat dong could ride luxuriously as it pushed into her mouth.
Andy began to move his hips.
He was fucking into her mouth, meeting the rhythm that her bobbing head had created. As her face pushed down, he plowed in. As she sucked back up, he withdrew.
His cockhead lodged at the entrance to her throat.
Anna gasped.
Andy thought that was as far as he was going to be able to penetrate – that she could take no more dick. Several inches of fat shaft still remained outside her mouth.
But then the talented cocksucker opened her gullet like a sword swallower. When she came down on him again, she took his peckerhead right down her throat. Her lips pushed all the way down to the hilt of his prick. Her chin rubbed against his bloated balls and her cute little nose nestled in his pubic thicket.
Andy moaned, almost fainting at the tremendous sensation of having every bit of his thundering prick encased in her hot mouth and throat.
She began to move up and down faster now, taking every bit of his cock into her head with each downstroke, then drawing back until only the tip was clamped in her eager lips.
Her tongue crisscrossed back and forth, laying the surface of his knob and stalk. She was sucking so eagerly that she seemed to be inhaling his prick right down into her lungs. She wanted his cum every bit as much as he wanted to give it to her. She was parched for jism, ravenous for the creamy culmination of this cocksucking.
She whimpered.
In fact, she was saying, "Come… come… come in my mouth… give me your jism." But the words were indistinct as she mouthed them around his cockhead, coming out only as a whimper. Her meaning was perfectly clear, nevertheless – it was obvious that she war begging for his cum.
Andy began to fuck into her face at a faster tempo, his hips jolting in, his huge prong rocking and buffeting her sweet face as it surged down her throat.
He had both hands on the sides of her face now, holding her to him as he screwed in and out.
Anna ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh and cupped his bloated balls, squeezing gently, as if she wished to pump the spunk out of his balls by the pressure. Her other hand moved around his flank. She began to run her fingers up the crack of his ass, then to slowly work her fingertip up inside his asshole.
Fairly starved for jism, she sucked furiously.
"Gonna… blow…" he groaned.
Anna already knew that. His balls were ballooning in her hand as they prepared to burst.
"Ummm… ummm…" she urged.
Her cheeks pulled on him, her lips slurped, her hot tongue darted crazily over his knob and shaft.
Andy gave a strangled gasp.
He poured his cum into her throat.
His first spurt came out so heavy that her head was jarred on the explosive shot. She gasped and gulped as her mouth filled up with spunk. But she gulped it down as fast as she could, drinking every drop in order to make room for more. He blew a second geyser into her throat, then a third, skimming over the roof of her mouth and looping along her arched tongue as it sped back into her gullet.
His load was so vast that even such an avid cum drinker as Anna could not manage to swallow it all. Heavy cream bubbled from her tightly clamped lips and a line of white jism ran down her chin.
She milked him dry.
She continued to suck until she was positive that she had slurped out every succulent drop from his cock and balls, while Andy, feeling hollow, slumped back against the closet wall in exhaustion. His chest heaved as he panted. Anna continued to milk away until his prick started to soften. Then she slowly drew her lips away and tilted her head back, smiling up at him with cum-smeared lips.
Her tongue slipped along her mouth, gathering up the errant drops of spunk.
Ducking in, she lapped up a heavy dollop that had escaped her lips and run down onto his hairy balls.
His cock started to sag, going up and down as it softened through the fat length, the head starting to droop like a weight on the end of a plumb line.
"Jesus!" he gasped. "That was the greatest blow job I've ever had!"
Anna licked her lips contentedly.
"Janitor jism is delicious," she said.