And she did get her jollies out of it. She fondled Henry's ears now. Her cunt was sopping and it turned her on to hear the slurping. She decided maybe Henry was better than usual today.

"Hold it a minute," she said. She pushed Henry's face away. He looked groggy. Using her fingers, she peeled her cunt-lips apart to open her cunt. "All right, here it is," she said. "Lots of tongue up and down."

She wondered if he ever did it to his wife, if he ever sucked his wife off. She doubted it. Henry didn't look the type. He was down on his knees now because he needed his job. She guessed at home Henry wasn't even sure what his wife's pussy looked like.

She watched his tongue. She could see her clit was out, like a tiny red prick down there at the top of her cunt-slit. She pulled at the hood to bring more of the knob out and told Henry to lick it.

He worked on her with broad swipes of his tongue. Up and down, the knob of her clit jerking each time he touched it. What a nice little cunt-lapper he was. He'd improved since he'd started working for her. She pulled at one of his ears, his face tighter against her cunt. She liked to see her cunt-juices on his face.

His mouth was dripping with her cream. He had a white froth of cunt-juice on her upper lip and the sight of it turned her on. She suspected he liked sucking her cunt. He did it because she made him do it, but maybe he liked it too. He liked the smell and taste of her.

What a nauseating little creep he was, like an animal, a slobbering animal sucking at her cunt. But she loved watching it. She loved the sense of power it gave her.

She groaned and pulled his face hard against her cunt. She pushed and pulled at his head to get his nose rubbing at her clit. Her buzzer was going off, her pussy fluttering as she climaxed.

"Suck my cunt," she said with a rasping voice. But her thighs were clamped against his ears and it was doubtful he heard her.