Pat kissed Mary hard and deep, his tongue lancing into her throat like a cock penetrating her cunt. All at once, Mary tasted something strange, yet familiar; it was sweet and-slick and was nearly covered up by the rum and strawberries on their collective breaths, but, it was there.
Mary racked her brain. She knew she had tasted something very similar before, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what…
"Cunt juice!" Mary shouted suddenly, tearing her lips from Pat's. "You have that other woman's stuff all over your chin and your lips, you pervert! How could you make me kiss you with her cum all over your mouth?"
Pat laughed and undid his vest. He kept his eyes on the petite red-haired girl's and unbuttoned all the buttons on his expensive dress shirt. The self-assured, executives bared his chest and undid his pants. He took Mary's hand and put it over his heart, his eyes never leaving hers.
Mary told herself that she was enraged by his insensitive behavior. She made up her mind that she would show him this time that she wouldn't give in to his captivating gaze, his muscular tan physique, his super-cool manners. But even as the weak-willed secretary was telling herself that she was going to resist him this time, Mary found her fingers tracing patterns in Pat's thick chest hair. Her hand was rubbing in ever-widening circles, moving lower and lower, until her fingertips were at the elastic barrier of his boxer shorts.
"Take my cock out, baby," Pat commanded her. "Let's see if you still know what to do with a thick hard cock."
Mary groaned and told herself once more that she wouldn't, but her hand proved to be a greedy, five-fingered traitor. It slipped under the stretchy band and pushed downward. In moments, Pat's big throbbing dick was in her clutching fingers, and the shorts were on their way down as her other hand began tugging at the waistband.
"That's it, honey, stroke my prick," Pat whispered in a gloating tone. "Make that fucker hard as a rock, so I can ram it right up your wet little cunt. Use your mouth on me… don't be a tease."
The head of her boss' wide cock appeared over the top of his shorts just as he was urging her to put her lips to it, and something gave way inside Mary. She felt all warm and shivery inside, especially in her hollow, aching cunt, and the hot-blooded secretary just had to do what he wanted.
Mary's practically dived into Pat's lap, and her hand tore at his waistband as her lips closed over the tip of his big cock. The eager girl's wet mouth began a long, satisfying slide that didn't end until her lips were against the base of her boss' prick and his wiry pubic hair was pressed into her nose.
"Ahhhhhhh, that's the Mary I know and love!" Pat chuckled. "Now use that sweet tongue. Lick my cock. Get it so stiff I'll fuck your ever-livin' guts out with it."
Mary murmured hotly around the mouth filling cock and began swiping at it with her slippery tongue. She moved her tight lips up and down the hot shaft, licking as she went.
Gone were all thoughts of what a no-good bastard Pat Huston was. Mary didn't care what degrading, ugly things he might do to her. All she knew was that she loved him and wanted his wide hot prick up her yearning pussy. She had fought off the intrusions of all the young, beautiful models Pat came into contact with constantly in his work. Mary's lush, perfectly-formed little body always fucking him exquisitely and making him come back to her in the end and she vowed she would make him forget about this new blonde in the same cock-pleasing way.
"Oh, Jesus… Jesus, you're the best!" Pat murmured at that moment, as if Mary's frantic thoughts were reaching into his consciousness. "You always were the finest, you dick-licking little cunt. Suck that thing. Suck my cock!"
Mary went crazy, as she always did when she got Pat's swollen prick in her mouth. The pert redhead's lips went up and down on her boss' smooth cock like a well-oiled machine doing what it had been designed to do. Her tongue licked continually at the ad man's bulb-like tip and swabbed all around his hard shaft as the head poked deep into Mary's descending throat cavity.
"Uhh, oh… oh God, can you ever suck a cock, baby!" Pat exclaimed after a few more moments of Mary's cock sucking.
The panting agency owner suddenly grabbed Mary's fire-red hair and pulled her mouth from his twitching cock. The turned-on secretary looked up, her sparkling green eyes glazed with lust.
"More!" she gasped at Pat. "Let me do it a little more."
"No dice, you hot-mouthed little pussy," Pat wheezed. "Any more of that and I'll shoot my load right into that flat little belly of yours. And I want to fuck you too badly for that, honey. Now get up and take off your clothes. Do it slow – I want to savor that perfect little shape of yours."
Totally aroused and shameless now, Mary stood up from the couch and walked across the room to the stereo. She switched the unit on, finding a soft-rock station, and turned to face her seated boss.
Slowly, teasingly, the red-haired girl began to dance. Mary rolled her slender, tight muscled hips in time with the music, her tits jiggling in her loose-fitting bra as she raised her arms and undid the back of her dress.
"Yeah, I like it, baby," Pat breathed heavily, his fist going to his firm cock. "Do it. Shake those foxy titties for me. Move that sleek little butt!"
The jaded agency owner worked the loose skin up and down his hard prick as he watched Mary move the zipper at the back of her dress down. The short redhead stepped out of the loosened dress, never missing a beat, and threw the brightly colored garment over a nearby chair. Her hands moved back behind her and she began rolling her pantyhose down over her tiny black panties.
"Get it all off!" Pat called to the stripping girl. "I want to see those tits. I want to feat my eyes on that hot little cunt of yours. I'm hungry to see you shake that thing for me."
Pat's lewd words turned the dancing secretary or even more. She loved seeing her man panting for her, hearing him urge her on.
The fired-up agency owner took up his drink and sipped it as he pulled his fat cock, his eyes riveted to Mary's ever-moving, gyrating little body. He was as horny as she had seen him in months, and the thought of what he would do with that big long prick of his once he finally got it in her made the secretary's heart pound with joy.
Unsnapping her bra, Mary kicked off her pantyhose with a high seductive kick that showed all of her hairy little cunt to her enraptured audience of one. The twin cups of her restrictive bra went limp as the hooks parted, and Mary's perky conical tits bobbed into view.
"Shake' em!" Pat howled appreciatively. "Shake those hot little tits while you pull those fuckin' panties off, you tight-cunted little bitch!"
Mary was as excited as Pat by now. Her pussy was bubbling with juice and her tits were as solid and bouncy as if they had been molded out of pliant rubber. She loved it when he got this excited.
Her dancing got faster and faster as the songs changed. Mary's tits were jiggling wildly now, and her cunt was bare as the jet-black panties puddled at the girl's dancing feet. Mary cocked her pussy at Pat and worked it up and down as if she were fucking him already, her wet cunt mouth opening to show him all of her slickened cunt hole. The phone on Pat's desk rang at that moment. Mary stopped dancing and took a step to answer it.
"Fuck it. It's after five, let the answering service get the damn thing!" Pat shouted. "You get your sweet little cunt over here. I want to stick this in it!"
The blonde-haired executive had risen half out of his sitting position on the couch. He was holding his red, ready cock straight out in Mary's direction.
"Oh, darling, yes, I want it," Mary whispered, running to the couch. "I want that big thing in me right now!"