She pulled her skirt up so he could see what he was doing. He ogled her slim figure in the tiny bikini panties, then grasped the waistband and started inching the little garment down. Her small golden cunt bush popped into view. She raised her ass so he could slip the panties all the way off.
As Henry dropped the garment on the rug, Patty spread her legs wantonly wide, showing him the moist pink flesh of her cunt gash. He licked his lips and shivered with excitement. Folding back the soft cunt lips, he exposed her glistening clit. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger and started kneading it.
"Mmmmmmmm, yesssss," Patty gurgled. "That feels so nice."
She started creaming, hot sticky liquid that overflowed her cunt and trickled onto Henry's kneading fingers. He worked the thick cream all over her clit as he massaged it, giving her a steady buzz of pleasure. Patty got flushed in the face and started to pant.
"Honey, you're getting me awful hot," she moaned.
"That's the whole idea," he said.
His fingers were soaked with her seeping pussy cream, and his own excitement was reaching the boiling point as he watched the pretty big-titted receptionist reacting hotly to his finger play. Patty saw the crotch of his pants swelling up into a big hard cock-bulge. She shivered with longing. She desperately needed a stiff cock in her fever-hot cunt.
"Henry, honey, let's fuck," she suggested hoarsely.
"In a minute," he grinned. "Let's not rush. I love turning you on, Patty."
Patty loved being turned on, too, but it was office hours, and she did have work to do. However, if the boss didn't mind her taking time off to fool around, so be it. She relaxed, keeping her thighs wide open and letting the delicious sensations carry her away as Henry kneaded her supersensitive clit.
Then the phone rang. Patty cleared her throat and answered it. "Good morning. Henry Clark, Incorporated. Yes, just a – ooooooooooo!"
Henry was mischievously fucking his thick middle finger up her cunt. It felt so great, she couldn't suppress that squeal of delight, and she soaked his invading finger with a molten rush of cunt cream. He started finger-fucking her, and it was all she could do to keep the lust out of her voice.
"Pardon me," she said to the caller. "I dropped something. I'll connect you with Mr. Lawson." She pressed a button. "Brook, line one." Then she hung up. "Henry, you really ought to be more careful."
"Fair's fair, Patty," he chuckled. "You did the same thing to me, remember?"
Patty had to laugh. It was true. She'd sneaked under his desk and sucked him off while he was on the phone. But she hoped the damned thing wouldn't ring again very soon. She wanted to forget about business and just enjoy the things Henry was doing to her. He was fucking his finger fast and deep in her horny little pussy.
"That feels nice, honey," she gurgled. "But I'd rather have your cock in there."
That did it for Henry. He'd kept his cool up to this point, arousing and teasing the beautiful blonde, but now he was overpowered by lust and excitement. He whipped his finger out of her cunt, stood up, and dropped his pants and shorts.
Patty gave a lusty gurgle at the sight of his stiff drooling cock. She stood up and leaned against his desk, bracing her hands against it, and he got behind her. She shivered as he eased the swollen head of his cock into her juicy little cuntal opening. Then he turned and started to reach for the photo of his wife.
"Wait, Henry," Patty said wickedly. "Why don't we let her watch this time?"
"Good idea," he laughed. "Maybe she'll learn something."
He fucked his steel-hard prick into her cunt, and Patty moaned with relief. She'd been wanting a nice hard cock in there since the moment she woke up. He fucked into her as deep as he could go, then started fucking her in eager rough thrusts. She soaked his pistoning prick with hot cunt cream.
"Ooooo, yeah, honey, fuck it to me," she moaned. "I need it real bad."
The phone rang. Patty groaned and answered it.
"Brook, I can't talk right now," she said. "I'm, aah, taking dictation. What? Yes, I'll be at the party. Okay, see you." She hung up. "We better make this a quickie, Henry. The office is too busy this morning."
"Damn," he said. "Oh, well, we can make up for it tonight."
He went into high gear, fucking her very fast and hard, and Patty gripped the edge of the desk and gurgled in bliss. She adored being fucked like that, deeply and thoroughly. She felt herself spinning effortlessly towards the hard climax she needed so badly.
At the same time, though, she found herself wondering what was going to happen at the party tonight. Henry had already made it clear that he expected her to stay with him, and Brook had just called to see if she'd be there, obviously wanting to make out with her.
"Unnnhhhh, yessss," she moaned. "Fuck it to me real hard, honey, as hard as you can."
She forgot the party and everything else as Henry fucked into her like a piledriver, making her body shudder with the impact. The red hot friction between cock and cunt sent her into orbit. A violent orgasm exploded in the depths of her cunt and thundered through her body.
"Ooooh, yeah, I'm coming, ohhhh!" she moaned.
"Awww, Jesus, awwwww!" Henry gasped. Patty gurgled with ecstasy as he boiled his heavy come-load into her sucking pussy. She came deliciously, her body racked by hard pleasure spasms. At last Henry backed off, pulling his wet cock from her soaked cunt, and they hunted up their discarded clothing.
"Remember, that was just for openers," he told her with a leer. "Tonight we'll really get it on."
As Patty returned to the reception area, she caught Brook's eye, and he stared at her. The message was dear. He expected her to leave the party with him. But as she stepped into her anteroom, Ken followed her. In surprise, she turned to look at the handsome young salesman.
"Going to the boss' party tonight?" he asked.
"Yes, I am, Ken," Patty said.
"Good, then we can leave together," he said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth, and Patty shivered with excitement. Then he was gone, back to the main room, and she stood there shaking her head and wondering what she was going to do. Three men wanted her. Each was counting on fucking her this evening. It was a real dilemma.
Her boss always regarded Friday as a slack day, but Friday turned out to be an incredibly busy day. The phone seemed to ring constantly, so Patty didn't get all her typing done and had to work late, after everyone else had left the office. She hadn't been alone very long when the janitor waked in.
Patty gawked at him. He was a real hunk, maybe in his mid-thirties and powerfully muscled.
He was wearing a sweat shirt with the arms cut out, showing off his muscular arms. His tight jeans outlined his big prick. Patty felt a rush of lust for the man that made her redden.
He was gawking at her, too, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. "Hey," he said, "what happened to that old bitch – I mean Miss Graves?"
"Miss Graves retired," she told him. "I'm Patty, the new receptionist."
"Well, well, well," he said, breaking into a delighted grin. "I'm Mike, Patty, and I'm the janitor. I sure am glad to meet you. Working very late?"
"No," Patty sighed. "I just have one more letter to type."
"Too bad, 'cause I'd sure like to know you better."
Patty wanted to know him better, too. The guy turned her on like mad, and the feeling obviously was mutual. She decided she could type the letter on Monday. She got up and walked over to Mike, moving slowly and sensuously, wriggling her ass and swaying her hips. His eyes got hot with lust.
She walked right up to him and ran her fingers up and down his powerfully muscled arms. "Do you work out, Mike?" she cooed.
"You sure look strong."
"Yeah," he said, "and I'd sure like to work out with you, Patty."