eat again for the next month.
Hands flashing up and down his meaty cock. Paul couldn't hold his come back any longer. He jetted out a white bullet of jism. It arched through the air and spattered on the floor ten feet away. He continued to come until his jizz dribbled down the length of his prick. He took out a handkerchief and wiped himself off before tucking his cock back into his pants.
With one last glance into the room, he closed the door and left. Besides, he thought he heard someone coming to get a drink of water. It wouldn't do to have the boss caught getting off while watching two female employees eat each other's pussy.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the action continued. Sandy's mouth felt rubbed raw by the teenager's cunt-fur. Her jaws ached from driving her tongue all the way up Mary Jane's tiny cunt. But Sandy was pissed-off! The girl wasn't giving her the kicks she thought she could get from having another woman eat her.
Mary Jane's tongue felt good, sure. The girl even knew where to look for her clit. But she didn't give smooth, regular motion Sandy desired. She drove her tongue down into the little organ with spasmodic jerks. Even the way she tongue-fucked wasn't the way Sandy loved it.
Finally, Sandy got off the table and said, 'Back to work. We have to sell stuff or we won't be able to do this again.'
Mary Jane reluctantly agreed. For her, this had been the closest thing to heaven she had found in the way of sex. She straightened her skirt and left the storage room.
As Sandy followed a few minutes later, she felt her shoe slip in something on the floor. Glancing down, she saw Paul's white puddle of spunk. She bent down and looked at it, surprised. A frightened glance around the tiny room assured her she was alone.
But she hadn't been.
Who had been spying – and jerking off – while she and Mary Jane tongue-fucked each other? She couldn't even begin to guess.
CHAPTER FOUR
'And fifty says I can do it,' said Paul, looking smug. Del McDonald shook his head as if he were pitying his boss.
'No way, Paul. She's just too much of an ice cube for you to ever get her to fuck you. But if you want to lose fifty bucks, I can use it. Better than having you throw it away on booze or something that will destroy your body.'
'So you'd spend fifty on health food? I know you too well. You'd go down to the nearest bar and drink yourself into a stupor – and not on carrot-juice, either.'
Del laughed. 'Better my liver going than yours. But look, I don't want this to be any kind of open-ended bet. I could die of old age before I collect. Let's say I give you a month to fuck her.'
'Fair enough,' said Paul, thinking about the camera in his desk. With its instant pictures, he could capture Sandy on film fucking her secretary. With blackmail evidence like that, he could force her to do anything he wanted. The bosses at the brokerage firm would shit in their pants at the thought of one of their account- executives being queer. 'In fact,' Paul added, 'if you want to toss in another fifty, we can set the deadline for this weekend.'
'A hundred?' said Del suspiciously. 'I get the feeling I'm being hustled. Have you already got something going with the female iceberg?'
'Nope. Not at all. But I will. In fact, I've even told my wife I was going out pf town this weekend on a business trip. I figure I can get some good use out of the cabin up at the lake. This time of year, it should be nice and deserted there.'
'A hundred bucks. You sound confident, old man. But I'm going to hold you to it. I need the bread right now. Big expenses and all that. The kids want to go to Disneyland and my wife is thinking about putting down a new floor in the kitchen. So, yeah, a hundred and you've got to fuck her by Monday,' Del smiled. He thought he had a good bet. He remembered the times he had just talked to Sandy. She had given him the creeps. She flat-out refused to rise to his blatant suggestions that they find a nice quiet spot and fuck. She wasn't the least big interested in fucking. A cold one like that wouldn't be easy for Paul to get to.
'Got to run now,' said Paul. 'Things to do and preparations to make. You know how it is with us high- powered executives.'
They parted. Paul went to his office and took out the instant camera. He'd bought it to take pictures of his kids. He'd never considered the possibility of using it to blackmail Sandy Kramer. He made sure the film was properly loaded. He always had problems loading the film. For a few photos around the house, it didn't matter. But for the ones he intended to take of Sandy fucking Mary Jane, he couldn't ask for a retake.
He opened his door a crack and waited. It wasn't long before he saw Sandy glance around, then head down the tiny hallway leading to the storage room. He had already missed Mary Jane's arrival. He guessed she had gone down the hall a few minutes earlier. Paul felt his prick stir in anticipation of what he was going to do. It had been damned sexy watching the two chicks licking and sucking each other's pussy. He could hardly wait to get that on film.
Paul wished he had a nice shot of Sandy's mouth after she had been licking Mary Jane's cunt. The way Mary Jane's cunt-juice frothed all over her lips made them gleam as if they'd been dipped in silver. And when she drove her tongue between those pink pussy-lips, he had almost come.
Now he was armed with a camera. He'd make sure he took only the best picture.
Paul quickly walked across the office and down the tiny hallway leading to the storeroom. He pressed his ear against the thin door and heard sounds coming from inside. He immediately recognized Sandy's voice but the other one baffled him. It didn't sound as if it were female. Mary Jane had a distinctive voice – and this wasn't hers.
He cursed under his breath. The pictures would still be good, but not for blackmail. Who really cared if a single account-executive balled someone on her lunch hour? Even Marrick, Vickers and Woodward would have told him to take a flying fuck at the moon and to leave his personnel alone on their own time.
Sandy had to be screwing another woman or his blackmail scheme would fail. He cursed when he remembered his bet with Del. A hundred Goddamned dollars down the tubes! And all because that stupid bitch decided to be a switch-hitter and go for a guy this time.
Paul opened the door a crack and heard the words perfectly. They startled him. The man inside the room with Sandy was saying, 'Please don't punish me, mistress. I'll do whatever pleases you.'
'Of course you will, shit brain. You're nothing to me. You're not even good enough to lick my shoes.'
'You won't beat me with this whip, will you?'
Paul opened the door even more to see what was happening. This was too good to pass up, no matter who was inside.
He almost blurted out something when he saw the man on his knees in front of Sandy. This was Charles Farley, the firm's biggest investor! The look on the man's face shook Paul. Sheer lust radiated from those eyes – and the man held out an ugly looking short black whip for Sandy's inspection.
The woman took the whip from the man's hands and doubled it. She gave her palm a few whacks with it, then uncurled the whip and snapped it in the air beside the man's head. He jerked, but what impressed Paul the most was the woman's ability with the whip. It obviously wasn't the first time she had used one.
'Come closer,' she demanded. The man inched toward her on his knees. She whirled the whip around and looped it neatly around the man's neck. He reached up to unfasten it from his windpipe but Sandy jerked hard and pulled him to the floor. 'Don't touch it, slave. You're good for nothing and a piece of shit. Do you hear me, a piece of Goddamned fucking shit!'
'Yes, mistress of the whip,' the man choked out.
Paul snapped a picture with Sandy bending close, the whip curled around Farley's neck. This would make one hell of a fine blackmail photo. Just when he'd though his entire scheme had dried up and blown away, something even better came along. With these pictures, he could blackmail Sandy into going up to the lake with him for the weekend and Farley into investing even more money with the firm. He quickly shot another picture of
