He reached out and cupped her thrusting tits in his big hot hands. Patty gasped with excitement. She'd thought that fucking with the boss this morning would keep her mind off her pussy for the rest of the day, but obviously not. All she had to do was look at an attractive guy, and she was horny again.
Her tits swelled and her nipples stiffened as Mike played with them. She knew she had to get home and prepare for the party, so there was no time to lose. She reached for his fly and unzipped it. She was delighted to discover that he wasn't wearing underwear.
His cock snapped free of its confinement, mushrooming into a huge and hard fuck-tool. Patty shivered at the sight of his hard-on. She wrapped her fingers around his prick and started pumping it, and Mike gave a lusty growl. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra, pushing them out of the way to bare her magnificent tits.
"Fantastic," he breathed, cupping and squeezing the big hot tit globes.
His cock was pretty fantastic, too, almost as big as Art's gigantic prick. Eagerly, Patty ran her little fist up and down the hot smooth column of cock meat, while Mike lustily fondled her tits. She could, feel molten cream seeping from her cunt and soaking her pussy.
Mike slid his hands down from her swollen stiff-nippled tits and quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop. He grasped her panties and tugged them down. They slithered down her legs and she stepped out of them, naked except for her pushed-back blouse and bra.
"Unnnnhhhhh, yesssss," she gasped as he slid a hand between her thighs.
Mike had been aroused, obviously. He knew how to turn a girl on with more than his looks. He started gently, but sensuously rubbing Patty's swollen cunt, and she juiced heavily into his hand. He spread the hot cream all over the swelling flesh of her cunt slit.
Greedily, she tugged at his tight jeans. They were hugging his body and hard to budge, but gradually she worked them lower. At last he was stepping out of them, his massive boner weaving stiffly and lewdly before him. Patty was soaking his caressing hand with pussy juice.
She fisted his cock again and pumped it hungrily while he played with her pussy. But that situation didn't last for long, because they were both getting too horny and impatient for foreplay. At last Mike gave a lusty growl, scooped Patty up in his arms, and carried her over to her desk.
He laid her down on her back, her ass resting just on the edge of the desk, and then he took her long shapely legs and draped them over his powerful broad shoulders. Her pussy was completely open to the light of the room, and he feasted his eyes on the gleaming rosy cunt flesh and fine blonde curls. Patty let him look for a few seconds, then started squirming with lusty impatience.
"Come on, honey, fuck me!" she whimpered. "You got me so hot, I just have to have it!"
"Patty, you're my kind of girl."
He pressed the hugely engorged head of his prick against the moist and drooling opening of her cunt, and she whined with excitement. He fucked into her slowly, savoring every inch of penetration, and she soaked his cock with blast after blast of sizzling cunt cream.
"Ooooo, yeah, stick it into me, Mike!" she cried, clawing the desk. "Give me all of it!"
"I'll give it to you, all right," he growled. Patty's pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace as the burly janitor filled her greedy cunt with his thick throbbing fuck-tool. She could feel his cock pulsating against every inch of her cunt and pushing up against her womb. She writhed around the thick impalement, aching for action.
"Fuck me," she whined. "Fuck my pussy good, Mike."
He snorted with excitement and started fucking his huge prick in her juice-slick cunt. Patty sobbed in ecstasy. She'd done a lot of kinky things since she became a widow, and she'd made love in all kinds of different ways, but there wasn't anything she liked better than plain old hard fucking.
"Ohhhh, yeah, fuck it to meeee!" she wailed. Grinning insanely, Mike fucked the wailing receptionist faster and faster. He couldn't seem to do it too roughly for her. The harder he gave it to her, the more crazily excited she got. She soaked his pistoning cock with endless floods of molten cream, and her pussy got steadily tighter and hotter around his prick.
"You like it, baby?" he asked.
"Shit, yes, I love it," she sobbed. "Keep fucking me real hard, Mike, as hard as you can."
He growled lustily and went into high gear. Patty's body shuddered with the impact of his fucking, and her gorgeous big tits wobbled crazily. She closed her eyes tightly and blotted out everything but the fantastic pleasure she was feeling as the hugely hung janitor fucked her to the brink of orgasm.
"Ooooo, fuck, yessss! So fuckin' good!" she wailed.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" Mike groaned. "Gonna shoot my load real quick."
"Yes, yes, honey, cream me," Patty moaned. She didn't worry about getting left behind, because her own climax was already starting. She felt the delicious blast of sensation in the boiling depths of her cunt, triggered by Mike's fucking cock. Then her whole body was convulsing with pleasure, and her cunt went into hard spasms around his cock.
"Ooohhhh, shit, aaaggghhhh!" the big man bellowed as her cunt sucked the jizz out of his balls.
"Ooooo, yeah, whaahhhh!" Patty wailed. She gurgled and squealed with pleasure while he pumped load after load of boiling jism into her pussy. She might be late for the party, but the delay would have been worth it. She wouldn't have missed fucking him for the world.
"Mmmmm, that was nice," she gurgled. "Very nice."
"It sure the hell was," Mike sighed as he pulled his dripping cock from her cunt. "How about going out with me tonight, Patty?"
"I wish I could, Mike," she said. "But I already agreed to go to a party with some people. How about tomorrow night?"
"You're on," he said. "Give me your phone number."
Patty hurried home to shower and dress for the party at her boss' place. She was going to be late, and she sure hoped Mr. Clark wouldn't be angry.
CHAPTER TEN
Almost half an hour later than she was supposed to arrive, Patty rang the doorbell of Henry Clark's penthouse apartment. He opened the door with an anxious look on his face, and she saw Ken and Brook pacing the floor behind him, drinks in hand.
"Patty, thank goodness." Henry said. "We were worried about you."
"I'm so sorry," she said breathlessly, "but I got delays in traffic."
"Well, we're glad you're here, late or not," Henry said, taking her coat. "It wouldn't be a party without you."
He brought her a glass of champagne, and they sat around, in the spacious living room, enjoying the expansive view, of the city and eating expensive snacks. All three men kept looking at Patty in an unmistakable way, and she wondered how she was going to handle that awkward moment when she had to choose who to go home with.
But she forgot that problem temporarily when Henry said: "Well, I'll quit beating around the bush, Patty. This party is for you. We're celebrating your first week on the job."
"Yeah, here's to you Patty," Ken said, raising his glass.
"To the prettiest receptionist in the world," Brook added.
"Why, thank you, you guys," Patty said, blushing. "But isn't this a little premature?"
"Why do you say that, honey?" Henry asked.
"Well, let's face it, fellas," Patty sighed. "I'm not doing a very good job. I'm a lousy typist, and all those buttons on the phone get me mixed up. I wouldn't blame you if you fired me."
The men looked at each other and laughed. Then Brook explained affectionately: "Honey, we don't care if you can't answer the phone right. You're still good for business. You keep our morale up, and you attract new clients. We've decided to hire another girl to do the office work. We just want you to sit at that front desk and look gorgeous."