Janet McCoy: The secretary_s itch

Ken! Sue's anguish was intense. This was all she had meant to him. As soon as she turned him down, he went and found a woman who would let him play with her right in the office!

She started to turn away, but her attention was caught by the lewd sight of his lust-slickened fingers skewering the girl's hair-fined cunt. Greta's pussy was churning up to meet his hand. She was leaning against the shelves behind her, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Her lips were parted, sensuous looking, coated with a thin sheen of her saliva.

What a slut! Sue thought angrily. She had never called anyone a name like that in her life. But her jealousy called for drastic measures. Greta had stolen the attentions of the man she wanted for her own. That made her a slut in Sue's eyes.

The watching brunette felt her own pussy-slit moistening with excitement as she continued to watch the lewd scene on the other side of the shelves. She premed her thighs together to try to smother the treacherous feelings brewing there.

"Oh Gawd, Ken, fuck me with your fingers! It's delicious! Do it for me, baby!" Her blonde curls bobbed atop her head as her head foil back in erotic unconsciousness.

"I've got something even better for you, Greta," he told her in a voice thick with lust. He fell to his knees in front of her and reached for the hairy folds of her cunt.

He parted the lips carefully, then moved in with his tongue. He stabbed her hardened clitoris with its rubbery tip. Then he circled the hard little nubbin again and again with his lips, his tongue, his whole mouth.

"Aaaiieeee! Oh, Ken! Ken darling! It's won-n-n-derfull!"

Sue bristled with jealousy when she heard her rival call the handsome salesman "darling". But still she was more titillated than revolted. She knew her own clitoris must be hard and swollen inside her panties. She could feel the moisture seeping between her pussy-lips.

What does it feel like to have a man's mouth on your pussy? She asked herself wonderingly. It looks like it feels awfully good!

Greta was running her tongue fitfully over her full tits as though she were relishing the taste, of what was happening to her, as well as the feel. Her eyes were closed. Her head rocked heedlessly from side to aside against the shelves. Greta kept writhing.

"Suck my pussy, Ken!" she encouraged the kneeling man in a groaning half-whisper. "Ahhh shit, it's soooo good!"

The attractive receptionist began to hump her hips forward into his face. She was obviously trying to force his tongue deep into her cunt. She reached down and gripped his hair – the thick chestnut hair Sue admired so much. She guided his mouth back and forth along her cunt-slit.

"Yeahhh… that's the way… that's the way, baby!"

"You've got a sweet-tasting cunt, Greta," Ken told her lewdly. "It's wet as hell, you know that? You're real excited, aren't you, baby?"

"Yessss," she moaned. "Oh yessss!"

Combined with the disgust she felt at her idol's lewdness, Sue felt a growing titillation up between her thighs. Scarcely thinking about what she did, she pulled her skirt up and slipped a hand up inside. She began to rub the panty-covered slit of her crotch. It was wet with her excitement.

Slowly, with growing arousal, the young brunette began to massage her cunt through her panties. She wanted to groan aloud as she felt her fingers gaze over the swollen, sensitive peak of her clitoris.

Her body was excited! Excited by the obscene coupling going on in the next aisle.

"Aaaiiieee! Oh Gawd! Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, lover," Greta groaned. Her hips worked back and forth against the man's face. Her whole body was undulating with impassioned enthusiasm.

Watching the other woman's response quickened Sue's own arousal. Throwing caution to the winds, she snaked a finger inside her panties and shoved it deep into her pussy-hole.

"Nnnnnn…" She just managed to stifle a moan that rose to her lips. The young voyeur couldn't remember ever being this excited before. The forbidden thrill of watching two people making love, unseen, was making her cunt throb with passion.

Forgotten now was the hurt she had felt when she first discovered the pair. She forgot about her own feeling for Ken. Her attention was focused on the sexual scenario going on between the salesman and the receptionist.

Her finger flew with wild abandon in and out of her wet needing cunt. She held the crotchband of her panties aside with her free hand to give her greater freedom of movement in her greedy hole.

"Oh Ken! Oh Ken! Do it to me, baby!" Greta murmured obscene encouragement to the man whose mouth worked so tantalizingly along her aroused genitals.

"Jee-zuz, Greta, I can't take it any more! I've got to fuck you, baby!"

Sue watched Ken rise to his feet and open his fly. Her mouth fell open in admiration as she gazed on the thick swollen shaft of his cock. It seemed so big!

The throbbing in her cunt increased as Sue watched him guide his cock between Greta's thighs and into the wet welcoming passage of her pussy.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" the receptionist wailed. "Oh Christ! Your cock feels so good in me, Ken!"

"Hnnnnhh!" he moaned. "Your cunt feels good too, baby! Aaahhh… yeahhhh… real good!"

He began to thrust his prick in and out of her cunt. Sue strained her eyes to catch the gleam of moisture that coated his swollen instrument. As her finger penetrated her cunt, she wondered what it would be like to feel him hot and hard inside her.

Once again, her earlier jealousy of Greta surged to the fore. Greta had him now because she had been honest with him. She had told him what she wanted, and she was getting it.

Gawd, I'd love to feel his cock in me. Sue thought recklessly. In her mind's eye, she imagined how it would be between her and Ken. Not wild and primitive like this. But long… he would love her. She still believed there should be love between a man and a woman before there was sex.

"Oh Jee-zuz, such a nice hard cock," Greta was groaning. She looked like a shameless whore, leaning against the file shelves, her face wreathed in a sultry grin. She was fully clothed but for her cunt. That made her look particularly wanton.

Sue's finger continued to skewer her wet cunt as she watched the older couple fucking furiously in the office storeroom.

For a moment the young brunette began to worry about the time. It must be getting close to one, when the other employees would be coming beck to their jobs.

What if someone should come into the store mom and catch the three of them engaged in their lewd sexual activity!

She would be most guilty of all! She was the Peeping Tom! Surely there was nothing more depraved than watching others making love… and getting excited by it!

Strangely enough, the very thought of her own depravity only helped fuel the fires of Sue's building lust. Her finger picked up its pace inside her pussy. In her frustration, she sent a second finger up to join the first.

Her cunt needed more! It needed all the hard filling pressure it could get!

As Sue watched, Greta's hips seemed to move more and more wildly forward to meet Ken's cock. She was obviously on the brink of losing all control over her feverish responses.

"Anaaaggghhh! Oh Jeez… it's so thick and hard inside me, Ken! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

"Oh yeah, baby," he grunted. He held her tight, his face buried in her neck as he impaled her again and again with his throbbing cock. "Christ yeah… I want to fuck you harder! I want to fuck you till I fill you up with the thick sweet cum!"

Sue could tell by the urgent pumping of his hips, by the thick catch in his voice, that he wouldn't be able to go on much longer. The sexy receptionist was driving him to the outer limits of lustful abandon.

The brunette closed her eyes for a minute. She imagined her finger was Ken's cock skewering her cunt. She imagined Greta's eager grunts were her own. The idea was intensely titillating. Her pussy was soaking wet, coating her hand with her juices.