Jayne smiled at her boss.
'Are you okay?' he asked.
'Yes. I was a bit shocked, is all.'
'Shocked? Why?'
'Well, it would seem that my darling husband has picked up some tart and brought her home.'
'I'm sure he can explain…'
'Hardly. They were sixty-nining.'
'The swine!' said Harris, forgetting completely that he had been trying to seduce Jayne and to get involved in the same class of infidelity.
'The question is… what shall I do about it?' Jayne asked, tilting her head and smiling.
'Well, you could divorce him, or you could whack him in the balls, or you could…'
'…get revenge in kind,' she finished his sentence.
'Why, yes,' he said, as if that idea had only just now occurred to him.
'Reginald?'
'Ummm?'
'Come here…'
Jayne was still sitting on the edge of the desk, her nylon-sheathed thighs parted, her dress pulled up slightly. Harris moved back to his previous position, standing in front of her, slightly to one side, where he had been standing when he finger fucked her. They stared at each other for a moment and then she placed her hand behind his neck and drew his head down. They kissed passionately, mouths grinding together.
Jayne waited until the kiss had terminated.
She wanted to see what she was doing.
Then she opened his trousers, dipped her hand in and hauled his stout prick out.
Harris had one of those tapering pricks that seem adapted to wedging into tight holes, thick at the base and gradually narrowing through its length until it came to a point at the tip. Jayne held it in her hand and gazed at it with interest. She had never fucked a cock like that. Her husband had a tubular cock with a big, bulbous knob and she was intrigued by the difference between the two. She held his prick in her palm, moving it up and down as if judging the weight on a scale. Her other hand folded around the root. She pulled her fist slowly up his shaft, watching the foreskin roll up over the head, then pushed back and watched the tapered knob flare out from the taut stalk. Harris was very hot and very hard.
She bent down and touched her tongue against the gleaming tentatively. Then she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck.
Harris groaned, hardly believing his good fortune.
He had hoped to screw her but he had not dared to imagine she might give him some head.
He understood why she was doing it, of course – he knew that she was not blowing him strictly because she lusted for his pecker, but rather that she wanted to get revenge on her errant husband, fitting the punishment to the crime.
But Harris, with his cock buried in a soft, warm mouth, didn't give a damn why it was there.
He didn't move for a moment, just standing rigid with his hips thrust out. He thought that she might only intend to give him a brief suck as a preliminary to fucking and he didn't want to get too carried away, too involved in a joy that might not last very long.
But as she continued to suck purposefully and bob her head up and down on his big dick, he realized that the sexy, hot assed girl in tended to let him come in her mouth.
Lust twisted his features – his eyes narrowed and his lips drew back from his teeth. He placed his hands on her head, holding her steady, and began to move his hips so that he was fucking into her mouth. His tapered knob dipped right down hat throat as she took it all. He could see from her expression that she was loving it, as well. And she was skilled. Her lips pulled up and down, her cheeks folded around his knob, her tongue flashed back and forth as he fed the meat in and out.
She whimpered, she panted, her hot breath billowed over his hinted balls as her head went down on his cock. She was drooling down the tat stalk, saliva running down as her lips pulled up, then slurping her own saliva up as she went down to the hilt once more. Her head tilted to the side. She gazed up at his face as she sucked on his prick. From that angle, Harris could see his thick shaft disappear in her mouth, see it emerge and vanish again as she continued to drag her compressed lips up and down.
Harris had got so excited while he was finger fucking her that he wasn't going to last very long.
He could feel the thrill building steadily.
'I'm going to cum…' he rasped, either warning her or promising her that hot load, still not absolutely sure that the girl wanted to drink his jism.
She drew her lips up until only the tip of his knob was in her mouth and, speaking right down his dong, said, 'Ummm… that's the idea…'
She had taken it as a promise.
And now, having enjoyed sucking on his tasty cockmeat, the sexy girl was eager to swallow his cream. She cupped his swollen balls in one hand. She wrapped her other hand wound the thick shaft and began to pump him up and down as she sucked, adding manual stimulation to the oral as she sought to bring him off quickly. Her hand frigged up and down a few inches at the root of his dick and her lips came down to meet her hand it ran, then pulled up to the vibrant knob as her hand pushed bat down, causing that knob to flare mightily in her mouth.
Seeing how eager and impatient she was to have him shoot in her mouth, Harris begun to fuck in to her face with renewed efforts, driving his prick firmly through her fist and past her tight lips and over her flaring tongue as he spiked it right back into her throat.
He was face fucking her with such vigor that her head was rocking back and forth, buffeted by his thrusts.
A low moan hissed from the man.
Jayne whimpered, realizing what that moan signified.
She pushed her head down and drew her back up, sucking through every savory inch. Her hand frigged up and down like a piston. She began to move her hand farther up his stalk as she held only his cockhead in her mouth and sucked on it passionately.
Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum.
She gasped, amazed at the amount of jism he had poured into her so abruptly. She gulped it down. It warmed her belly like fine cognac and no sooner had she swallowed that thick, creamy mouthful than the horny fellow shot another boiling load into her face.
Whispering with ecstasy, Jayne swallowed his spunk as fast as he could deliver it.
She milked his prick dry and sucked for more, sorry that his delicious orgasm had ended so soon.
Harris sighed.
She drew her lips from his pecker-head and smiled up at him. Her lips were smeared with cream but her mouth was empty. She parted her lips and slid her tongue out so that he could see that no jism remained – she had swallowed every precious drop.
'That,' she said, 'was lovely.'
'You said a mouthful!'
She laughed, teasingly, then said, 'I swallowed a mouthful too… and I loved it. I never realized that you had such a big, tasty prick, or I might have sucked you off long ago.'
But then who looked thoughtful.
'Of course, I only did it to get even with my husband far sixty-nining with some tramp…'
'Of course,' Harris agreed.
He supposed that she was feeling a little guilty now that it was over, not really sorry that she'd sucked him off but needing to justify her actions.
'It serves him right,' he said.
'It served me right, too. What a delicious serving you fed me, Reggie… I'm glad that I was forced to seek revenge on my husband.'
Now Harris was not sure if the girl was looking for justification or not. She certainly didn't seem ashamed of what she'd done and the look that she was giving him was flirtatious and teasing, more than regretful or
