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.
CHAPTER FOUR
"And fifty says I can do it," said Paul, looking smug. Del McDonald shook his head as if he were pitying his boss.
"No way, Paul. She's just too much of an ice cube for you to ever get her to fuck you. But if you want to lose fifty bucks, I can use it. Better than having you throw it away on booze or something that will destroy your body."
"So you'd spend fifty on health food? I know you too well. You'd go down to the nearest bar and drink yourself into a stupor – and not on carrot-juice, either."
Del laughed. "Better my liver going than yours. But look, I don't want this to be any kind of open-ended bet. I could die of old age before I collect. Let's say I give you a month to fuck her."
"Fair enough," said Paul, thinking about the camera in his desk. With its instant pictures, he could capture Sandy on film fucking her secretary. With blackmail evidence like that, he could force her to do anything he wanted. The bosses at the brokerage firm would shit in their pants at the thought of one of their account-executives being queer. "In fact," Paul added, "if you want to toss in another fifty, we can set the deadline for this weekend."
"A hundred?" said Del suspiciously. "I get the feeling I'm being hustled. Have you already got something going with the female iceberg?"
"Nope. Not at all. But I will. In fact, I've even told my wife I was going out pf town this weekend on a business trip. I figure I can get some good use out of the cabin up at the lake. This time of year, it should be nice and deserted there."
"A hundred bucks. You sound confident, old man. But I'm going to hold you to it. I need the bread right now. Big expenses and all that. The kids want to go to Disneyland and my wife is thinking about putting down a new floor in the kitchen. So, yeah, a hundred and you've got to fuck her by Monday," Del smiled. He thought he had a good bet. He remembered the times he had just talked to Sandy. She had given him the creeps. She flat-out refused to rise to his blatant suggestions that they find a nice quiet spot and fuck. She wasn't the least big interested in fucking. A cold one like that wouldn't be easy for Paul to get to.
"Got to run now," said Paul. "Things to do and preparations to make. You know how it is with us high-powered executives."
They parted. Paul went to his office and took out the instant camera. He'd bought it to take pictures of his kids. He'd never considered the possibility of using it to blackmail Sandy Kramer. He made sure the film was properly loaded. He always had problems loading the film. For a few photos around the house, it didn't matter. But for the ones he intended to take of Sandy fucking Mary Jane, he couldn't ask for a retake.
He opened his door a crack and waited. It wasn't long before he saw Sandy glance around, then head down the tiny hallway leading to the storage room. He had already missed Mary Jane's arrival. He guessed she had gone down the hall a few minutes earlier. Paul felt his prick stir in anticipation of what he was going to do. It had been damned sexy watching the two chicks licking and sucking each other's pussy. He could hardly wait to get that on film.
Paul wished he had a nice shot of Sandy's mouth after she had been licking Mary Jane's cunt. The way Mary Jane's cunt-juice frothed all over her lips made them gleam as if they'd been dipped in silver. And when she drove her tongue between those pink pussy-lips, he had almost come.
Now he was armed with a camera. He'd make sure he took only the best picture.