Lucy's hand closed around it and caressed it skillfully. "I know what to do with pricks," she said, slightly nettled.
"But go easy," warned Dave. "Take it slower next time. Don't suck me dry. I've got a date with those three sisters."
Lucy's other hand stroked her pussy and she eyed me artfully. "Don't you want to rub me up, Mike? Keep my vagina blocked up; otherwise the spunk trickles out. I want it inside me so my vagina can absorb it. Spunk is awfully good for a girl's vagina. It keeps it healthy."
There was a tremendous battle waging between me and my prick. But he'd taken a knock-out punch and I temporarily had the upper hand. I climbed off the bed. "I've got to get to the office," I panted. "I'm late already."
"Let me suck it," pleaded Lucy. "Quick, before it's too flabby. Stick it in my mouth. I'll soon lick it up."
"No," I said firmly. "I must go."
Lucy was pained. "Don't you want to try my tight ass-hole?"
"Of course. But I can't now. I'm in all kinds of trouble!"
She knew I was determined. She shrugged her shoulders sadly and frictioned Dave more briskly. She rubbed-up herself more briskly too. "Just when I'm feeling really nice," she pouted.
I pulled on my trousers. "Will you be here between five and six, Dave?" I asked.
"I'll have those sisters climbing over me then."
"Okay if I use the pad at that time?"
"Sure. I'll be back late. Who's the dame?"
"Lillian," I confessed, flushing.
I hadn't been able to avoid meeting Lillian. She was hot between the legs and wanted a quick screw before seeing her dressmaker at seven o'clock. Using the pad would save the price of a hotel room.
"When will you call me?" asked Lucy as I pulled on my jacket.
"When I'm clear of problems."
"Don't leave it too long," she scolded, turning back to Dave.
As I closed the door she was swallowing Dave's knob while her fingers whisked furiously inside her crotch.
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.