After it was over, Zelda pushed Henry away with her foot and teased him about the sucking. "Did you like it?"

He looked at her with forlorn eyes. "It was all right."

"Come on, Henry, you can do better than that."

"Yes, I liked it."

"I don't believe you. But anyway it doesn't matter, does it? You get to eat me whether you like it or not. But I think you do like it. I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at my pussy. Take your cock out, Henry. I'll keep my legs open. Do you like my legs?"

Yes, he did like her legs. She wore sheer black nylons and a wispy black garterbelt and she knew how inviting she looked. The hair down there was dark rather than blonde and thick enough to be neatly trimmed into a triangle. She kept her thighs open as she watched Henry unzip his fly and bring his prick out.

"Go on," she said.

He knew what she wanted. He started pulling at his cock. She always had them jerk off after they ate her, both the men and the women. It was more fun to watch the men because at the end she could see the jism squirt out.

Henry was already half-hard. His cock quickly stiffened in his fist. He had a short thick prick with a long foreskin and a cherry colored cock-knob. He pulled on his prick with his closed fist and at the end of each stroke his foreskin completely covered his cock-head. She was always fascinated by their cocks. She never touched any of them. Not the people who worked for her. Not the men. Sometimes she finger-fucked a woman to watch the woman get off, but that was all. No one in the office ever fucked her. When she wanted that, she got it elsewhere.

"Hurry up," she said.

It was almost as if telling him that made him come. The white spunk started bubbling out of his piss-hole and the next moment he squirted. Some of it hit one of the legs of her desk, but most of it went on the rug. She watched him milk his prick with his fingers.