"Yeah! It makes me sick to think of it," Price said. "But I'll eat your cunt, Marcy, any time you say. How about right now? It's such a pretty little blonde pussy."
"We were discussing your wife's cunt," Marcy said, catching the head of his prick between her caressing toes and squeezing it until he gasped. "A tender, loving tongue may be just what she needs."
"Are you kidding? That thing's made of sandpaper inside," Price said, and nibbled his way up the inside of Marcy's thighs.
"I can't believe that," Marcy said, glancing speculatively at the intercom.
He shrugged. "Let's forget about her. You are going to let me do all the things I've always wanted to do to you, aren't you, Marcy darling?"
"I'm going to insist on it," she said, "and then I'm going to teach you a few things."
"You, Marcy? The innocent little virgin is going to teach an old rogue like Rodney Price new tricks?" He laughed.
"You're going to be surprised," she said, pushing him back in his chair and reaching under her skirt to skin off her panties. "There, how's that?"
"Oh my God, Marcy!" he choked, staring open mouthed at the wide-flung thighs and the golden cunt between them.
"Do you like my cunt, Mr. Price?" she asked, pulling the pink lips open so he could see better.
"It's like a beautiful rose," he said, as she slid forward on the desk and raised her knees so the whole under part was fully revealed.
"Love it a little bit, Pricie, and then we'll fuck," Marcy said, and instantly the man's hot lips were on her thighs, racing upward through the silken cunt hair, the eager tongue searching for the delicate heart of the expanding pussy.
"Oh, you darling, darling girl," Mr. Price mumbled, as Marcy leaned back to give him better access to her elevated cunt.
"Does it taste good, Mr. Price?" Marcy asked, as he licked at the juicy twat, and let his tongue dip between the pink cunt lips and enter her.
There was no answer, and Marcy closed her firm young thighs around his ears. She was sure he was too absorbed in his feast of passion to notice what she was doing, but she preferred not to take any chances. Supporting herself on one arm, she pressed the button on the intercom.
"Yes, Mr. Price?" Suzi's voice said at once.
"It's me, Suzi," Marcy said softly, and felt a delicious thrill shoot through her at the thought of lying on Rodney Price's desk while he ate her cunt and she talked to his secretary. "Mr. Price is – uh – very busy, and asked me to ask you to call Mrs. Price and tell her to come to the office. You're to say he has a surprise for her, a million dollar surprise."
"Are you sure, Marcy?" Suzi sounded doubtful. "He didn't mention anything like that to me."
"No, I'm sure he didn't," Marcy said, with a husky little laugh. "It's something I brought him, and he wants his wife to enjoy it too."
"But you weren't carrying anything when you went in there," Suzi said. "What's going on? You'd better let me talk to Mr. Price."
"Now, Suzi, you know how annoyed he gets if you interrupt him when he's concentrating. Just call Mrs. Price and tell her to hurry."
There was a brief pause, and Marcy wondered if the other girl could hear the slurping of her boss's tongue as he chewed and licked at her dripping cunt. She didn't really care, but she hoped Suzi would make the call in spite of her suspicions.
"All right, Marcy," the voice said finally. "It's no skin off my nose. I'll call Mrs. Price and deliver the message."
"Thank you, Suzi," Marcy said, making her voice a caress. She released the button and looked at the clock, trying to estimate how long it would take Mrs. Price to hurry into town and burst through that office door. She wanted to be sure she and Rodney were in the most sexually provocative position possible when that happened. But in the meantime she was going to enjoy him in every way she could think.
She inched her hips forward on the desk, releasing his ears and thrusting upward so that the dripping marsh her pussy had become smeared over his whole face. Price groaned with pleasure, and his tongue found her clit and drew it between his lips, sucking avidly.
Marcy moaned, and slid her legs onto his shoulders, pressing the golden cunt tighter against his mouth.
"More, more, please more!" she said. "Drive your tongue in deeper! Suck the whole cunt! That's it that's the way I like to be eaten. I like a man's tongue to run right through me. I like to feel it lick up the hot juice – poke at the inside of my cunt – touch my very depths!"
The only sound from the man was a loud slurping noise as he followed every instruction she gave. Marcy's delight increased as she realized what a hold she had over him.
"Do you like the taste of my cunt, Mr. Price? You should, it was specially flavored for you. It was spiced and perfumed and stirred to the boiling point so there would be lots of juice – so it would run down your chin like it's doing now – so it would cover your nose, your eyes and your cheeks!"
"Slurp… slurp… slurp," was all that came from Mr. Price.
"Take the cunt lips between your teeth, Mr. Price. Chew on them – gently. And now a little harder. Eat me like you want to swallow all of Marcy."
A whimpering sound came from between her legs, and she squeezed his head in gratitude as his teeth nipped at the blood-filled cunt lips and threatened the roots of her throbbing clitoris.
"It's sooooo nice just to lie here and stare at the ceiling and feel your mouth doing all those delicious things to me. Just think, if I hadn't been such a frozen little shrimp, we could have been doing this every day for as long as I've worked here." Marcy felt hot gusts of lust building up in her groin like a desert wind about to sweep everything before it.
"More, more, more!" she ordered, grabbing his hair and using it to pull herself up until she was almost riding his face. "Lick me, suck me, tongue me! I'm getting close now! You do want me to cum, don't you, Mr. Price? You do want me to cum in your mouth?"
"Yes… oh God, yes!" the muffled words were tortured. "I'd die if you didn't! I've wanted you to for so long!"
"Okay, I'm going to cream into your mouth until you'll feel like you're drowning! You're going to be covered all over with my cunt juice! There'll be so much you can swim in it!" The newly familiar burning was in Marcy's loins now. She felt as though someone had started a four-alarm fire deep inside her, and only the thirsting tongue of the man between her legs could put it out.
"More… more… deeper… deeper… oh you're such a good cunt sucker! Such a marvelous pussy eater! I'm going to suck your cock just as good as you're doing me. I'm fucking your mouth now, and later you'll get to fuck my mouth and I'll swallow every hot drop of your cum! Now!! Here! Come – now!" Marcy reared up, completely off the desk, holding onto Price's head. Her feet thumped on his back as the river of fire inside her broke free and hit his mouth like a blast from a furnace.
"Drink it – drink all the girl jism! Sip the perfumed cunt juice!" She rocked back and forth on the man, twisting on his face, slamming her flooding cunt against his mouth and screaming so loud she was sure Suzi could hear her, in spite of the soundproofed ceilings and walls.
Marcy twitched a couple more times, and then let Mr. Price ease her back onto the desk. He still couldn't seem to believe what had happened.
"Thank you, Marcy, for letting me do that," he said humbly. "I haven't done anything that exciting in years. Your cunt is like a perfumed garden."
"Maybe all cunts are when you really get into them, Mr. Price," Marcy said.
"No, no one else's could be as sweet," he insisted, kissing her thighs, her belly, and the little mounds at the back of her thighs where they joined her ass cheeks. Marcy stretched languidly, and rolled her lower body back and forth so he could kiss her wherever he had a mind to, and lick the pungent, sticky cum from her flesh.