Oh, well; it wasn't every cashier who let her boss play with her tits, either!

"Does that feel good, Mitch?" Diane Miller hissed.

"Yes, oh, yes!" Mitch panted. "Oh, please, keep jacking on it! Jack my prick!"

The slim, vixenish-looking twenty-four-Year-old blonde smiled to herself as she knelt before Mitch Johnson, slowly pumping her fist up and down his huge, throbbing cock. They were in his private office, with Mitch sitting in the big chair behind his desk with his pants around his ankles.

Diane was giving him an expert hand job. Soon she'd start sucking his cock too.

The affair with Mitch had begun a week ago, entirely at her instigation. Diane had simply noticed him in the hall one day, and had then promptly decided that she wanted to suck him off. A few inquiries into the office gossip grapevine had revealed that Mitch was engaged to a nineteen-year-old named Becky, but this had not dissuaded Diane at all. She'd long ago grown smug about her ability to get what she wanted from the opposite sex.

Part of this was attributable to her looks, which were considerably better than average. Diane had a beautiful, pixyish face, golden blonde hair and a petite, girlish, thoroughly fuckable body. Another part was attributable to her intelligence. Diane was smart, always had beep, and had never had any trouble figuring out how to get men to do her bidding. She was one of the youngest assistant managers with Crenshaw Manufacturing, which was a testimony to her intelligence too.

But Diane's most special allure to men was her extreme hunger for sucking prick. The twenty-four-year-old blonde had first put a stiff cock in her mouth six years before. She'd hardly stopped sucking since.

Even when she found a man boring or undesirable in other ways, Diane Miller was always interested in his hard cock. As much as she loved sucking long, meaty cocks and gulping down spewing loads of cock sap, she liked playing with and teasing a stiff prick nearly as much. Working on a rod until it was extremely red, stiff, and ready to squirt at any moment gave her a greater sense of power than any other activity.