Chapter 6

I was an hour late at the office. The Boss was inwardly fuming. But he worked up a sickly smile and said mildly: "Don't overdo the Big Executive act, Mike. There's a great pile of songs on your desk that isn't getting smaller,"

I went to my office and got to work. The Boss wasn't going out before lunch and that saved me from Janet ... , almost! She invented excuses to come into my office and tantalized me out of my mind. She was wearing a slightly longer skirt today, but only because she wasn't wearing panties. She kept digging into the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet, her legs wide apart as she stooped over, and her eyes watching me between her knees, relishing her impact upon me.

I sweated and my prick drooled and reared up, clamoring for action. Every time she stooped the back of her skirt rode up, completely exposing her bare bottom. But it wasn't her bottom that made my prick drool. It was the deep, dark crevice sandwiched within it. Her thick, curling hairs were a steamy black forest amidst which I glimpsed a glistening red mush. Its musky aroma wafted out at me, suffocatingly tangy, making my senses swim.

All morning Janet was in and out of my office, brandishing her dripping pussy like a starter's flag. She got a kick out of watching my face, and knowing I was coming in my pants. I tried to concentrate on work. It was impossible. All the round, black music notes swirled together in my brain and became a hairy, black cleavage exuding pussy fragrance. When Ruth telephoned I was lucky that Janet wasn't in the office.

"I must see you, Mike."

"I'll ring and fix a time, Ruth."

"It must be now!"

"I can't get away. I'm in the office."

"Lunch time, then. I'll be waiting."

"Listen, Ruth. I've so many things on my mind. Let me ring ... "

"Don't argue," she snapped. "This is serious! Come as quick as you can. I'm waiting]" She hung up before I could protest and Janet breezed into the office at that moment! She smiled, twirled, her skirts flew high and then she bent over.

The top of my head steamed!

The Boss went to lunch just before twelve. The moment he'd gone, Janet was in my office and locking the door. She took off her glasses, shook out her hair and gazed at me with hot, sultry eyes. The sweat on her moustache glistened wetly and the black hair sprouting from her mole bristled. She ran over to me and before I could get up pulled my cheek against her belly. Her fingers toyed with my hair and the smell of pussy seeping through her frock was so powerful I almost swooned. "Pa's grousy today," she reported. "It's the second time you've been late. He thinks you're taking advantage."

I saw a faint gleam of hope and snatched at it. "If he wants to put obstacles in our way ... " I began.

"He wouldn't dream of it, Mike." Her voice was tender. "He's only concerned about our future. He wants the business to flourish. That means hard work. And you must admit he's sensible, Mike. It's a good business. But you'll have to put your back into it to make it grow. I mean, we'll have all kinds of expenses. We'll need two cars so I can get around, and I do love nice things, darling. You wouldn't have me drag around in just any old thing. And clothes are so expensive. Good clothes, I mean. And Mama has good taste too. We wouldn't dream of wearing sealskin. But good fur coats are expensive, so the business can't be neglected. And then there's the children. I'm old-fashioned. I want at least three or four. That means a nursery and a nursemaid, who'll have to have a uniform, and there's schooling too. I mean, Mike, you simply can't afford to slack!"

"The Boss told you to give me a pep talk?" I asked bitterly. I spoke with my cheek against her belly. My hot breath huffed through her skirt on to her skin. Her fingers tightened convulsively on my hair.

"It would show that you were willing if you got in an hour early," she mentioned. "And you could easily work late a few nights each week. After all, the business will have to keep all of us!" But my huffing breath shunted her thoughts on to another track. "We must be quick," she added. "I mean we're wasting time." She angled between me and my desk, pulled up her skirt and eased her bottom on to the desk. Then she drew her legs up until her heels were resting upon it too. Her knees spread wide apart and her pussy gaped, red-lipped amidst a black jungle of sticky hairs. She braced herself back on her arms and closed her eyes. "Suck me, Mike," she whispered.

I pulled up my chair and sat face to face with it. Those long, black, glistening hairs made my blood race. I smoothed back the hairs to either side, making a wide parting. Then I took her love-lips and strained them apart, opening her up until the glistening inner membranes were strained taut. Her vagina vestibule was laid bare, almost turned inside out Her vagina dimple palpitated like a little mouth gasping for breath and her clit-bud stood up, vibrating like a tuning fork. Pussy fragrance wafted out at me in thick-smelling waves that took my breath and turned my bones to rubber. Her lovely, furry, drool-soaked pussy huffed an irresistible welcome. I went deep into it. I was so obsessed by it I tried to wallow in it. My nose, mouth and chin plunged so deep into mushy, sticky softness .that her love-lips were plastered wetly to my cheeks. She gave a deep growl and as I drowned happily in tangy cunt-mush her heels swung up high and came down over my shoulders. Her knees crossed behind my neck, crushing my face even deeper into her core, and almost suffocated me.

I might have suffocated if she hadn't instantly climaxed. Her legs were possessed of convulsive strength as she crushed my face into her pussy, and I couldn't have escaped. Her loins pumped, bearing down powerfully and grinding my mouth over her Vagina dimple while it spurted love-juice straight on to my tongue like a fountain. I sucked gleefully, thrilling at the tangy taste, even though I was sobbing for breath. I swam in pussy essence and floated away into Cuntdom. I was turned on by her sexy secretions like a junkie with three shots of horse in his veins. Only when my lungs were bursting did I begin to struggle desperately. But by then her spasms had diminished and her thighs had lost their steely strength. Her legs dangled limply over my shoulders. "Lovely, darling," she panted as I came up for air. Her face was glistening with sweat and the armpits of her dress were two wet half-moons.

I said nothing. She hadn't even given me time to breathe. She'd crammed my face into her pussy and instantly squirted love-juice into my mouth. But if she wanted to give me credit for being a super-lover, I'd accept the role.

"You sent me, darling!" She unhooked her legs off my shoulders, slid her hands down into her crotch, squeezed her love-lips together and ran her fingers up along their edges, sealing them shut. "Now I'll do you!"

My prick screamed. Yes, please!

I said worriedly. "I'll take a rain-check, Janet. Your Pa's already sore at me. I'll get off to lunch."

She didn't hear me. "All morning I've been longing to suck you off!" She slipped down off the desk and her hands went to my fly. "I'm crazy about your hot spunk." My fly was open and she had my prick out. She 'pulled down my trousers to get at me better. "Relax, darling," she urged.

Suck it slowly! yelled my prick.

I surrendered—abjectly. "Suck it slowly," I told Janet.

Her tugging at my pants prompted me to raise up. She peeled them down off my feet. I wondered vaguely what would happen if we had a caller, but it seemed quite unimportant. She pulled my knees apart, kneeled between them, rested her elbows upon my thighs and held the shaft of my prick with one hand. Her other hand tumbled my balls and probed a finger up into my Brownie. Her long wet, tongue licked lingeringly up my shaft and over my knob.

She had a hot tongue with a slightly abrasive texture. I had the crazy feeling she thought I was an ice-cream cone she was licking to a point. I was well beyond the point of no return and I relaxed limply in my chair, my arms dangling while my prick eagerly offered itself up to her lips and tongue. She used a new technique. A long, long lick. Her tongue probed right in under me and gave teasing little wet probing pushes at my Brownie. Then she lay her wet tongue flat upon it and then drew it up slowly in one long lick, right up from under me, over my scrotum, licking through the cleavage between my balls and then up the shaft to my knob. That long, long lick was so moving it had every nerve cell quivering. Those long licks drove me crazy. She licked me up to the very point of climax and then stopped dead. She looked at me tenderly, her eyes swimmy. "You're beautifully toned up, darling."

"One more lick and I'll come."

"It's a lovely prick to lick!"

"Enjoy yourself, I can take it."

She blew gently. "Does that cool it?"

"It's only simmering now."

"Don't shoot unless- it's right inside my mouth. I want to feel your seed bubbling inside your balls. I want to feel it shooting up through the shaft. I want all your come in my mouth. Every drop. When you start to come your knob swells enormously; your cock comes alive, rearing up and spurting. That's when you're all mine. All of you. You're there, in my mouth, my prisoner. All your strength and power spurting into my mouth, gloriously. And that does wonderful things to me. Even though I'm only crossing my legs and squeezing my thighs it can make me come tool"

Then what are you waiting for\ howled my prick.

"You suck beautifully," I told Janet.

She took a firm two-handed grip on my shaft and her head bowed. Her mouth came down, a hot, wet enveloping octopus that swallowed up my knob. Her grip was firm, her fingers clenching tightly and restraining me. Her head went up and down, and she sucked. It was like screwing into the hottest, tightest, sweetest pussy I'd ever probed. She pursed her mouth and as her head went up and down, her lips tightened around my cock like the ring of muscle around the entrance to a vagina. Her mouth was full of hot saliva and my knob was steeped in it. She swirled her tongue around my knob and teased its orifice, adding prick-juice to her saliva. She sucked deliciously and boosted me slowly higher and higher. And then I was there. Hovering on the brink!

She knew it. She tightened her grip on my shaft and sucked with redoubled fervour. My spunk spurted. She gulped, swallowed the first oyster and was ready for the next She gulped avidly and happily.

She sucked me to a gentle standstill, then held me in her mouth while my prick calmed down and relaxed. It curled up cozily in her mouth. She drew her head up and away from it. It slid out slowly. She held it with her lips to make it stretch a little, and gave it a kiss. "It's beautiful!"

I was all out of spunk and my prick was drooping. I became aware I was naked from the waist down. I reached for my trousers. Janet eased my feet into them and pulled them up around my waist. "We'll do this every morning, when we're married," she said, starry-eyed. "It'll leave something of you with me after you rush off to the office. Then, when you get home late at night, I'll be toned-up, eager for you."

I closed my zip and made for the door.

Her voice was a wail. "You're not going!"

"I've had no breakfast," I muttered. "I must snatch a quick lunch. I'll be back soon."

Her face was a study in dismay. "Play with me a little first."

"When I get back."

"But I want it now. All that stuff in my mouth has got me excited. Just a quickie!" To add weight to her plea she raised the hem of her skirt up over her belly. My prick opened one eye, stared and stirred. The long, red glistening slit amidst the black hairs of her crotch was almost irresistible.

But Ruth was waiting for me with a pressing problem. I unlocked the door. "I won't be a minute," I panted. "Hold everything until I get back!"

I quickly closed the door on the irresistible vision of Janet with her skirt pulled up high and displaying her burning pussy. Without that tantalization, my prick yawned, curled up and went to sleep.