"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.