And it was a strange sight that greeted the janitor as he opened the office door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Although the office building was almost deserted on weekends, it was not quite devoid of occupation. Like Karl Klocek, the window cleaner, Jack Mannard, the janitor, worked on Saturdays. The similarity between the two men did not end there. Like Karl, Jack was horny that day. But he was not horny for the same reason that Karl had been. Jack's girlfriend had given him plenty of pussy that morning. No, Jack was horny for reasons more akin to those that had got Jenny so worked up.
But more so.
Jenny, after all, had only seen a girl jacking off a dog, and at a distance at that.
Jack, at very close range, had watched his girlfriend blow an Airedale…
Jack's girlfriend was named Sylvia.
She was a redhead with green eyes and a lusty nature, jutting tits and a pussy like a burning bush. She had a job at a boarding kennel.
And very pampered pets, indeed, were boarded there.
When Sylvia was feeling passionate, she had few if any inhibitions – and she was always passionate. The day before, she had been particularly randy because Jack had given her a prolonged tongue-fucking, and she had been inspired to do a bit of pillow talking.
She told Jack that a lot of the dogs at the kennel were owned by women who were partial to dog cock.
Jack had been amazed.
Still between her legs, gobbling her red-haired pussy, he had raised his eyebrows – and his prick had raised an extra two inches at the thought.
"Really?" he croaked.
"Uh-huh," she avowed.
Immediately Jack rose from his feast and slammed his rigid cock into her cunt and fucked the ass off her – which is what she had had in mind when she started such an erotic conversation.
Later, side by side in bed, playing with each other while they waited to get worked up again, Jack returned to the subject of dog-fucking.
"Boy, I sure would like to see a woman fucking with a dog," he said.
"Would you really?" Sylvia asked, smiling and looking rather delighted.
"Yeah! That would sure turn me on!"
"Would you want me to do it?"
"You!"
"Ummm," she said.
Jack hesitated, gulping.
His prick got rock-hard in her hand.
"Would you?" he asked.
"If you wanted me to, darling."
Jack could hardly believe his ears.
Sylvia, looking demure, her eyes lowered and her long lashes fluttering, said, "As long as you didn't lose respect for me, Jack, I'd do anything for you."
Jack wasn't at all sure he wouldn't lose respect for a girl who fucked dogs, but he wasn't about to tell Sylvia that. The prospect was too thrilling.
"Have you fucked a dog before?" he asked.
She smiled enigmatically.
And when she gave his prick one, slow pull, Jack shot a tower of cream three feet in the air.
Later they went to the kennels.
Sylvia never did get around to fucking the dog – at least, not while Jack was there – but what she did was every bit as exciting.
The dog was a big Airedale with a long prick that, Sylvia cheerfully admitted, she had had her eye on for awhile.
She rubbed the dog's cock until his prick got hard, the red cockhead pushing out from the hairy sheath.
Jack watched in fascinated awe – and Sylvia had watched him watching.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?" she asked.
Jack, unable to speak, nodded.
"It really does turn you on, huh?"
"Yeah," he croaked.
An impish look came into her green eyes.
"Watch this," she said.
She opened her mouth wide, just in front of the swollen head of the dog's prick. She looked at Jack out of the sides of her eyes. The dog was standing rigid, his powerful flanks quivering. Jack was quivering just as much. His girl's lips were only about an inch away from the head of the Airedale's cock, and she was moving her tongue tantalizingly through her parted lips.
Her hand stroked up and down the dog's cockshaft.
"Shall I take him in my mouth, darling? Would you like to see that?" she whispered.
Jack groaned, dazed by lust.
"Shall I suck his prick?" she asked again.
"Yeah! Oh, yes!"
"Shall I let him come in my mouth?" Jack nodded, speechless. He opened his fly and hauled his prick out. Kneeling beside Sylvia, he began to slowly beat his cock off as he watched. That sight inspired the horny redhead.
She took the dog's cock into her lips.
Looking sideways at Jack, Sylvia began to suck on the canine cockhead while her hand stroked up and down the prickshaft. The dog began to whimper. His haunches humped. Suddenly Sylvia's mouth was full of dog cum. Jack heard her gasp and saw thick ribbons of dog jism bubbling from her sucking lips. Her hand kept pumping as she jerked the brute off right in her mouth.
She swallowed the dog's cum.
Then she took Jack's cock in and sucked that dry and drank every drop.
Later, they fucked.
But Jack didn't kiss her.
He had, in fact, lost respect for Sylvia.
But he had gained lust for her. That morning he had set the alarm an hour early so that they would have plenty of time to fuck and talk.
Sylvia was some talker.
As Jack fucked his prick to her pussy, she said, "Remember how I blew that dog, darling? Oh, that was so good. I love to suck a dog's hot cock, darling. I love to drink dog jism. Maybe tonight I'll let you watch him fuck my cunt!"
Jack got so carried away that, forgetting himself, he gave her a passionate French kiss.
He brushed his teeth three times afterwards.
CHAPTER SIX
So now, with a mouthful of toothpaste and a fly full of hard cock, Jack was wishing that the day would fly past so that he could soon head for the kennels. He was mopping the floor in the hallway on the tenth floor, the same floor on which, through an open window, Jenny was sucking a prick.
Jack's prick kept getting in the way.
His cock felt as long as the mop handle, and his prick was certainly much harder, and as he moved the mop around, his cock kept clashing with it in a sort of phallic swordfight. Jack wasn't sure that he could get through the day without giving himself a handjob.
Normally, that was no problem.
When he felt horny on a Saturday, he simply slipped into one of the empty offices and pulled his prick to his heart's content. Sometimes he came into a filing cabinet and sometimes he shot in a desk drawer. Often he jerked off on the framed photographs of executive's wives and children, and, on one memorable day, he had found a nylon stocking, with a run in it, under a secretary's desk and had fucked that. If he happened to be in the basement when the urge took him, he liked to spurt his load on the furnace and hear his thick cum sizzle merrily away, and one time he had emptied his hot cock and balls into a water cooler, just for the pure deviltry of it – and then had to jack off again as he imagined all those sexy office workers innocently drinking his cum.
Today was different.
He wanted very much to save up a huge load of jism for Sylvia, knowing that he would enjoy his come more because of the delay and also so he would not be shamed by the abundance of dog cum she had already received. That Airedale had some cock on him and plenty of the good jism in his balls, and Jack didn't want to be lacking when compared to a dog.
Still, it was difficult. His prick was raging around like a bucking bronco, demanding a jolt. What did a prick know about the joys of watching a girl fuck a dog? The selfish cock cared only for its own joy.