8
Jeannine sprawled sensuously on the carpeted floor of the office, her
naked body writhing slowly as Billy sucked on her cunt. Tom was sitting on the
floor with her head in his lap, stroking her face and hair. She was moaning
happily.
"Oh, lovely, Billy," she murmured softly. "Sooo nice..."
Tom leaned down to kiss her temptingly parted lips. Her tongue came out
and stroked his lazily. He put his hands over her full breasts, feeling the
stiffly erect nipples under his palm.
He lifted his head, but kept his hands where they were. "Your nipples
are hard as nails," he said.
"Play with them, Daddy."
He manipulated the hard red nubs between his fingers, while she made
little noises of contentment. And after a while she came, gazing into his eyes
as she abandoned her body to its pleasure.
Billy raised his head from between her thighs. Having completed her
orgasm, she took her eyes from Tom's and smiled at him.
"Are you ready to fuck me again, Billy?" she said.
His eyes widened. "Can I?" he asked hoarsely.
"Of course," Jeannine said. "I want you to get your thousand dollars'
worth. I like to give full value, Billy; I don't want you to feel cheated."
Billy gulped. "Would you...I mean...you know...like you did for Mr.
Garson?"
"Suck your cock? Of course," Jeannine said. "If Mr. Garson thinks it's
all right."
"I'd love to see Billy's cock in your mouth," Tom said.
"Lie down, Billy," Jeannine said. Billy lay down on his back, and
Jeannine sat up, then got to her knees and crouched over him. She positioned
herself so that Tom had an unobstructed view of her face. Then she began to lick
his cock.
Jeannine had a most artful and agile tongue, and for many moments she
used it and her lips on Billy's cock with all her skill, until the youth was
groaning and squirming in an ecstasy of pleasure and suspense. From time to time
she glanced at Tom, who was watching her closely.
And when, finally, she opened her mouth and took Billy's cock inside it,
she again looked straight into Tom's eyes. She looked at him as her head moved
down, as she swallowed the boy's throbbing prick inch by inch until her lips
were surrounding the thick base of it. She never took her eyes from his as she
began to suck it, her lips suctioning, her tongue moving against the hard flesh
in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly, slowly up and down. And as the rhythm got
faster, as she brought Billy inexorably toward the pinnacle of joy, as hoarse
cries came from his mouth and his body jerked uncontrollably and his fists
banged on the floor, she still gazed into Tom's devouring eyes.
And when Billy came, thrashing and jetting his come helplessly into her
still-sucking mouth, she still held his gaze as she swallowed it wantonly. But
not all of it, for as Billy's limp, drained member slipped finally from her
lips, she deliberately allowed a white glob of come to slide from her mouth and
run in a slimy stream down her face.
Tom said, "I love you."
"I love you too, Daddy," Jeannine said.
Billy got up weakly and groped in a daze for his clothes.
"Did you get your thousand dollars' worth, Billy?" Jeannine asked.
Billy nodded. "Yeah," he said, still breathing hard. "Hell, yeah." He
was dressing awkwardly but quickly.
"Good," Jeannine said.
"You're a good boy, Billy," Tom said. "A fine young man."
"Thank you, Mr. Garson," Billy said. He finished tying his shoes, said,
"Well..." and with a hesitant little wave, walked to the door.
As he opened it, Tom said, "Oh, by the way, Billy..."
Billy turned. "Yes, sir?"
"You're fired," Tom said.
