Finally Brock hung up and grinned at her. "How'd the work go tonight?" he said. "I hope you're not too tired."
"Oh, it went fine, Brock," Trish said hastily. "I'm not tired at all."
"Good," he said, getting up from behind his desk. "Why don't you take off your clothes, baby, and we'll have a little fun together."
Trish hung her head. Now she understood all too well that he wanted to ball her, but she just didn't know if it was right. She knew her mother would have been horrified – but did Pat always know best? Trish wanted Brock urgently, plus there was always the chance that her cooperation would lead to marriage, to all the wealth and security that she and Pat would ever need.
When Trish didn't reply, Brock stepped up close to her and said, "Hey, what's the matter, honey? You change your mind about the job?"
"Oh, no, Brock," the girl said quickly. "I love working here."
"Well, then, you better get undressed," he said, "because I don't have all night. You remember what I said, Trish – if you're gonna work here, you gotta please the boss."
Trish felt a little annoyed at the way he ordered her around, but at least his little speech had helped her make up her mind. It was either ball the boss or lose her job, and she had no intention of leaving the Tango Club. It offered her too much-good wages and the chance to know Brock Spalding a lot better. She'd just have to forget about what her mother might think.
"All right, Brock," Trish said, blushing slightly.
She kicked off her sneakers and then pulled off her tight little jersey. Standing nearby, Brock began to undress, too, but he never took his eyes off her adorable figure. Trish removed her bra, and he ogled her superb round little tits and their tiny pink nipples. Then the girl unzipped her jeans and skinned out of them.
In just her little blue lace panties, Trish was a sight calculated to drive any man wild. Brock still thought she wasn't as spectacularly beautiful as her mother, but she was certainly a sexy and lovely little chick. He watched hungrily as the girl slipped out of her panties, revealing the delicate golden muff of her bush.
"There, Brock," she sighed. "Now what do you want me to do?"
Brock grinned smugly. He just couldn't help it. He knew now that he had both mother and daughter in his power, that the two women would do anything in the world to please him. Of course neither had any idea that the other was in love with him. He could use both women to his heart's content, both Pat's stunning beauty and Trish's delicious youth.
"You just lie down and get comfortable, doll," he said. "I'll be right with you."
Obediently Trish lay down on the leather couch and waited for Brock to finish taking off his clothes. She felt nervous, knowing she was doing something wicked and daring, but at the same time she felt that strange new sensation of horniness – a hot glowing and melting sensation in her young pussy. She had to admit to herself that she urgently wanted Brock to fuck her.
The petite blonde teenager watched with growing excitement as Brock removed his shirt and revealed his hard lean hair-matted chest. She got even more excited when he skinned out of his pants and shorts. His big cock was just as stiff and swollen as yesterday. The pale blue-veined pole of flesh hugged his belly, the big purple head leaking bright bubbles of prick-juice.
"Did you have fun with me yesterday, honey?" Brock asked.
"Yes." Trish admitted. "I really did, Brock."
"Well, we're gonna have even more fun tonight," he said with a broad grin. "I'm gonna teach you something new."
Trish trembled nervously as her handsome black-hated boss eased onto the couch beside her. She wanted him, yes, but it was only her second experience of love-making and she dreaded doing anything clumsy. Brock drew her into his arms and kissed her, and the press of their naked bodies was like a delicious electric shock. Trish purred with pleasure and allowed him to ream her mouth with his thick wet tongue.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
It was so exciting, she forgot all about her mother, all about the difference between right and wrong. Her naked tits rubbed against the rough hairs of his chest, her tiny pink nipples pleasantly tickled. Her little golden muff rubbed the rigid line of his stiff cock, and she felt her young slit getting more hot and wet and swollen by the second.
Brock slid his hand into her crotch and gently rubbed the tiny hot button of her clit. "You got off on that yesterday, didn't you, doll?" he said huskily.
"Ummmmm, yes," Trish sighed. "It felt so good when you touched me there, Brock."
"Well, tonight it's gonna feel even better," he said, "because I'm not gonna use my fingers."
Trish didn't have any idea what he was talking about, not even when he gently spread her shapely little legs and knelt between them. She trembled, thinking he was about to fuck her. She remembered vividly how exciting it had felt to have his hugely thick cock easing into her tight little cunt. She waited to feel it again.
But Brock surprised her. Instead of putting his cock into her, he dipped his head down into her steamy little slit. Trish felt the tickle of his hair on her inner thighs and then his scalding-hot moist breath fanning her pussy. She blushed furiously, wondering why he'd want to do a thing like that. Did he just want a much closer look at her naked gash?
"Oh, my gosh," Trish gasped.
Suddenly she was experiencing the most devastating jay of her young life. She glanced down and saw Brock's gleaming red tongue lashing hungrily back and forth over the bright little dot of her clit. It seemed such a weird thing to do, and yet she couldn't deny how great it felt. Helplessly she moaned and let her legs fall wider open.
"Oh, Brock," she whined, "fantastic. What are you doing?"
He chuckled and said, "Eating your pussy, honey. I told you you'd dig it."
Trish didn't just dig it, she adored it. She lay there making a helplessly horny gurgling noise and let her slim legs fall wide open, her whole young body melting with pleasure as Brock licked her clit. She couldn't help it, she just loved the feel of his tongue on her supersensitive little joy button. Her tiny cunt began to cream hotly, heavily.
Although Pat had told her all the facts of life, she'd never described the different ways of love-making. Of course Trish knew about hugging and kissing and petting and fucking, but she hadn't heard a thing about oral sex. She didn't know if it was right or wrong for Brock to lick her slit – she only knew that it felt marvelous and that she never wanted him to stop.
As his tongue lashed faster and faster over the tender red lump of her clit, she cried, "Oooooo, yes, Brock, just keep doing that, please. Eat my pussy, yessss."
Brock went on tongue-lashing her hot little love-bud, but he also seized a moment to glance at the panting, moaning girl, glorying in his power over her. Trish was clearly thrilled out of her mind. Her pretty little face was flushed with horny pleasure, her big blue eyes rolling wildly, her little pink tongue darting out to lick her lips. It was super-exciting to Brock that he could turn her on like that.
"I love it, I love it," the girl babbled.
Brock decided to make it even better for her. He slipped his hands under her pert little ass and pulled her up tight against his mouth, his lips pressing firmly against the soaked hot lump of her clit. He began to suck the tiny hot button, and Trish went wild with delight, bucking and squealing and creaming hot sticky cunt-cream all over his face. His sucking excited her even more than his licking.
"Oooooo," the girl squealed, "Oooooo, YES."