Marcy grinned. "Words that shock also excite, that's why nice people avoid them. Come on, Suzi, let me stroke your pretty pussy and show you some things your husband – what's his name, Kirk? – can do that will get you in the mood for whatever games he wants to play. I can do almost everything a man can do, and you can teach him what I teach you."
Suzi backed away. "No… no, I couldn't. I mean, even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Somebody may come through that door at any second, or the telephone might ring… or Mr. Price might buzz me… or…"
Marcy laughed huskily. "Mr. Price isn't going to buzz anyone for quite a spell, but your other points are well taken… and also easily disposed of." She crossed to the door to the hallway and clicked the lock. "There. The love birds don't want to be disturbed any more than we do. As for the phone, that's even easier." She picked up the instrument, signaled the main switchboard, and said calmly, "This is Mr. Rodney Price's secretary. Mr. Price has left for the day and wants you to hold all calls. Anything urgent may be referred to Mr. Meehan."
She turned back to Suzi. "That takes care of that. Now come here like a good girl and let me show you some tricks."
"You're so strange, Marcy," Suzi said. "I don't know you any more." She was trying not to look at the swampy cunt Marcy had exposed again.
"I want you to know me better than ever," Marcy said, sitting on the edge of the desk and then lying back, lifting her knees up until they were against her breasts and then spreading them wide. "Don't look away, Suzi." She began to caress herself, pulling her cunt lips open and sliding her fingers in and out. She held them up so Suzi could see the wetness on them. "Think how that would taste, Suzi. Mrs. Price really grooved on it."
Suzi licked at her dry lips and came closer, as though hypnotized. "Mrs. Price actually went down on you and liked it?"
"Yes, Suzi. That's what happens to anyone who gets within range of my all-conquering cunt."
Suzi pushed the dark hair back from her perspiring forehead and bit her lower lip nervously. "I think you've gone a little crazy, Marcy."
"Touch me, honey, and feel how hot and wet I am, and then tell me I'm crazy," Marcy said huskily. She sat up abruptly, grabbed Suzi's hand, and shoved the palm of it against her pussy, rubbing it in circles on the damp hair.
"Marcy, you're absolutely soaked."
"I know. So would you be if you'd fucked a man and his wife as many times as I have the Prices."
"Oh God, Marcy, I…" Suzi's legs threatened to give way. She sank down on the edge of the desk next to Marcy. "Why did you come back? Why did you?"
"I suppose because I've always had a secret desire to fuck everyone here in the office, but have never had the nerve to admit it before, much less the courage to do it."
"But, Marcy, that's a terrible thing to say!"
"No, it's the liberated thing to say. People think things like that all the time, but don't dare say them. I'd even fuck Mr. Meehan if he walked in here today."
"Ugh!" Suzi said. "He must be seventy if he's a day."
"All the more reason to be sweet and kind to him, Suzi. Older men are so gentle and appreciative. But all that's neither here nor there. It's you I want right now, Suzi. Please lie back on the desk and let me take your panties off and eat the sweet, dark beauty of your cunt."
"No… I couldn't do that… I'm a married woman and…"
"And you want to learn all there is to know about sex so you can please your husband, right? Well, just pretend you're in a school for sex and I'm your teacher."
Suzi's bones seemed to have turned to water, and she sank limply back on the desk. Marcy's hands were on her instantly, shoving the black miniskirt up and out of the way, her fingers caressing the firm young thighs and creeping up to slide the tips under the elastic of the panties. She teased and tantalized the sensitive flesh, tracing down the creases where the girl's thighs joined her body. She laughed throatily when Suzi jumped and moaned.
"You want me to do it, Suzi. You want me to eat you. You want to know what it feels like to have another girl's tongue in your cunt. You want to cum in my mouth and feel me lick up your juice. You want it as much as I do."
"No, Marcy, no!" Suzi sobbed, thrashing from side to side while Marcy pushed the panty crotch to one side and finger-fucked her hard and fast.
Suzi's response to that was passionate. Her lower body leaped up off the desk to meet the invading finger, undulating and jerking wildly. "Ohhhhhhh," she wailed, "I never have been able to hold out on anybody who did that! Damn you, Marcy, damn you! All right, you win! Do it with your hand, do it with your mouth, do it with your cunt, do it with anything at all, but do it, do it, do it! Fuck me, Marcy, fuck me!"
"Wow, when you turn on, you turn on," Marcy said, and ripped the fragile panties off in one quick yank. "Hold it open for me, I want to look at it first."
Suzi's hands came down and parted the thick black cunt hair, kneading the lips as she opened them. She stared helplessly up at the blonde head bending to stare at her most intimate, vulnerable flesh.
Marcy whistled appreciatively. This was a real beauty of a cunt. The lips were firm and fleshy, the slit long and shaded rose on rose, with the round button of the clit, the palest pink of all. "This is going to be a real treat," she said, going around in front to get a better look.
"Marcy, please…"
"Honey, this is beautiful and it smells heavenly," Marcy said, leaning farther forward to touch her tongue to the little pink button.
"Oh dear God!" Suzi cried. "I shouldn't let you. This is terrible… but I can't help myself! Marcy, what have you done to me? I'm a married woman and… and… oh, Marcy!!"
Marcy's tongue had stabbed its full length between the inner cunt lips, and up the darker rose tunnel at their lower end. Suzi tasted as good as she looked, and Marcy began eating her with a will. Dividing her ministrations between the stiffened clit and the vagina, Marcy soon had Suzi breathing heavily and begging for more.
"That's a real out of this world feeling. Ooooooooo, do that. Kirk uses his tongue sometimes, but not like you do… that's wild!" Suzi's long legs flexed and kicked, and she lifted her head to look between them to watch what Marcy was doing to her. "You're right. You do know more than whoever wrote that old book."
"Of course. I know everything there is to know about sex," Marcy said smugly. "I'll be glad to teach your Kirk how to do this or anything else you want. We'll turn him into a superlover."
Suzi's hands crept upward to claw at the bodice of her dress, squeezing and kneading her breasts, plucking at the nipples through the intervening fabric. Marcy's hot mouth licking and sucking at her personal secret flesh was driving her mad.
Marcy slipped her hands under Suzi's bottom and lifted her, forcing her thighs still farther apart with her shoulders so that the lips of her cunt peeled back to reveal the rosy gash in its entirety. She bared the pearly pellet of the clitoris to her worshipful lips and tongue.
"Like a ripe red fruit… so sweet… so filled with delicious juice," Marcy said.
Suzi thrust upward, rubbing her pussy into Marcy's mouth while her whole body quivered with the lust those lips and tongue were imparting to her.
"Deeper and deeper I go, through the inner gates, down the satiny canal to swim in the perfumed lake of love." Marcy's tongue was extended to its fullest, her lips drawn flat against the outer cunt, and her nose buried in the perfumed raven hair and soft flesh of the mound.
"So much… so good." Suzi's voice was a husky whimper. Her bottom rolled on the desk top, her thighs writhing and rubbing white flesh and nylon hose against Marcy's cheeks and neck. Marcy's mouth was full of Suzi's warm fragrance, and her own cunt was dripping with the pleasure of mouthing Suzi.
"I'm close… oh God, I'm close! I'm almost there! So much faster than with Kirk," Suzi panted, tearing at her breasts in her passionate frenzy.