"Yes, you certainly are a lovely thing, Linda," Huston's voice soft and deep as he leaned in closer.
"Thank you, Mr. Huston," Linda answered, finishing her drink.
"Oh, you can call me Pat in private, honey," Huston told the girl. "Just call me Mr. Huston around the rest of the staff and we'll get along fine. Real fine."
Before Linda knew it. Pat's mouth was on hers and her head was back against his arm. The older man's strong suit-coat clad arms gathered her in and the kiss grew firmer and hungrier. His tongue slithered across her closed lips, and she parted them instinctively.
All of the heat that Steve's tongue and mouth on her bare tits had built in her earlier in the afternoon suddenly came blazing back into Linda's belly. Her cunt was awash with slippery lubricant and her big tits were soon straining against her low-cut bodice. The points of her stiffening nipples outlined themselves against the bright fabric.
Pat's breathing escalated in time with Linda's his tongue probing ever deeper in her succulent mouth. The young girl found her own tongue dancing across the tip of Pat's, the touch of the two swirling tongues sending flashes of animal excitement down both their spines.
Pat slowly drew his face away from Linda's, his tongue slipping from her compressed lips. He leaned down and spread kisses across her naked shoulders and onto her swan-like neck, each touch of his caressing lips sending shivers down the girl's spine.
"God… God, you're a hot little thing, aren't you?" Pat sighed between kisses. He licked the precocious teenager's earlobe and watched her vibrate with excitement.
All Linda could do was moan. She was beginning to realize that here with this older, more experienced man she was a hot little thing! In less than a minute, his lips and tongue had her more excited than a whole night spent with a boy her own age fondling and licking her titties.
"W-why, Mr. Huston… uh, Pat… you… you take a girl's breath away!" Linda stammered, fighting to regain control of herself and the situation, the way she usually did…
"That's the idea, you little angel," Pat crooned, casually undoing the bow at the center of her dress front with one hand.
Before Linda could try any more of the little verbal mental tricks worked so well on Steve and her other boyfriends, her bodice was open and Pat was pushing the material aside so that he could get his mouth on the confused teenagers tits. Linda yelped with rising panic as the older man's lips closed over her right nipple. She knew it was very, very dangerous to let a man get to her tits this easily, but there seemed little she could do about it now.
"N-no, you mustn't!" Linda shrieked, trying to get some authority into her voice.
Pat just laughed, not even bothering to release her captured nipple to answer her. He sucked harder and used his talented tongue to bring Linda's nipple was a hard pebble in a matter of a few tongue-swirls.
"This isn't right," Linda murmured aloud, more to herself than to the greedy man nursing at her swollen tit.
"Please! I want you to stop this!" she said louder, knowing she had to regain control of the situation or surrender herself to whatever lascivious plans Pat Huston had in mind.
Huston sat up and stared into Linda's eyes, a confident smirk on his handsome face. He put both hands on Linda's naked tits and squeezed her nipples, his eyes never leaving hers.
The little teenager groaned and closed her eyes as her boobs throbbed in Pat's clutching hands. She didn't want to see him laughing at her undeniable arousal.
"No you don't," Pat chuckled. "You don't want me to stop. You want me to go on and on, don't you, baby? Your mouth can lie, but these big melons can't, can they?"
Pat increased the pressure of his knowing fingers on the girl's entrapped sensitive nipples. Linda groaned even louder and her large globes throbbed, even harder than the first time.
"Can they?" Pat asked again.
"N-no," Linda admitted, her eyes still closed.
"Lie back on the couch," the older man commanded her.
"What… what are you going to do?" Linda asked half-fearfully, half-expectantly as she lay back on the broad sofa.
"This," Patrick Huston replied, hooking his thumbs under Linda's pantyhose and panties and yanking hard. The stretchy garments flew from under Linda's dress, leaving her naked beneath it.
Huston smiled and took hold of her straps and eased them over her arms. He unzipped the back, leaving the dress a flimsy unprotective covering on her nude body.
"And this!" Pat said, whisking the dress off. "And finally… this!"
Huston stood up and tore off his coat and undid his pants. He pulled his big cock out of his baggy undershorts and showed it to Linda.
CHAPTER FIVE
The young brunette's heart nearly stopped beating for a moment as she gazed at the thick, pulsating hunk of cock meat pointing at her from Patrick Huston's open shorts. It was half-again wider in diameter than her boyfriend, Steve's, and it was a good three inches longer.
"It's so… so… big!" Linda whispered in awe.
Huston's face broke into a big smile. He clearly enjoyed impressing girls with the size of his prick.
"Yeah, honey, it's big and meaty and it's all for you," Huston said, kneeling on the couch, his hand still working slowly up and down his wide prick shaft.
"Ohhhhh, noooo!" Linda gasped in fright. "I don't want that big thing!"
"Ha! You'll love it, little girl, once you try it," Huston promised her. "Besides, it comes with the territory. You do want the job, don't you? I'll pay you five bucks an hour and give you all the cock you can handle."
Five dollars an hour! Linda's mind reeled. She knew immediately what would be expected of her to earn it, and she knew that she should be outraged at the very idea. But she found, much to her surprise, that she wasn't.
The arguments flashed through Linda's mind in milliseconds: Nice girls don't even consider such proposals; you're a virgin, anyway; even if you wanted to take him up on it, you don't need the money; there are other jobs, this one's not that special.
But in the end, Linda found herself still bring naked and motionless on the couch. She didn't know why, exactly, but she sensed there was something special about this office, about this handsome cocky man who was trying to take away her virginity for a price. Maybe it was just the booze, Linda told herself finally, but right now she didn't care. She was still very scared, but she knew she wanted the job, and she knew she was going to do whatever Patrick Huston wanted her to do to get it.
"Take it in your hand," Pat was urging the teenager just now. "Play with it a little, honey. Show me what you can do. I know all you young cunts nowadays know how to give a man what he needs."
Before she was even conscious of doing it, Linda found her hand reaching up for the older man's fat round cock. The benumbed teen took his heavy prick and began milking the hot, satiny smooth skin up and back just as he had been doing.
"Ahhhhh… that's nice, baby," Patrick Huston moaned. "You know what a cock is all about that's for sure."
Linda was glad she had given handjobs to her last few boyfriends. She was happy that she wasn't totally ignorant about how to please a man. Her long, slow strokes grew faster and faster the way they usually did when one of Linda's boyfriends began moaning and moving his hips, the way Patrick Huston was starting to do now.
But Huston wasn't a boy. He was a man who knew what he wanted and usually got it. He put his hand on Linda's rapidly accelerating fist.
"No, honey, I don't want to cum," Huston told the girl with a big smile. "I just want you to get it good and stiff."
Linda looked at the long hard cock. It was as firm and unbending as any prick she had ever seen, touched, or even imagined.