She'd gotten to him, all right. But it was enough to get her that job? She'd better make sure.
"I assume you like what you see, Mr. Clark," she purred. "Perhaps you'd like to sample it a little."
She moved in close, practically sticking her cute little pussy in his face. He gave a hoarse growl and grabbed for her, cupping her firm littie ass and pulling her against his face. He buried his face in her soft warm cunt bush, inhaling the fragrances of soap and cologne and lusty female juices.
Patty gave a horny gurgle and felt more hot sticky cream leaking from her cunt and moistening her pussy slit. She'd never fucked with anybody but her husband. Except for a little kissing and hand-holding on dates as a teenager, no guy had touched her but Carl. So even though Henry Clark wasn't the young hunk of her dreams, he was getting her plenty excited.
Besides, he knew what to do with a pussy. He folded back the golden fur of her pussy bush and isolated the supersensitive nub of her clit, the most responsive part of her pussy. He pressed a fingertip to the moist button and rubbed it expertly. Patty moaned and creamed hard.
"Oooooo, yessss," Patty breathed, "that feels so nice, Mr. Clark – don't stop."
This guy had been around. He knew how to arouse a woman. And Patty didn't think he'd gotten his practice with his wife, whose photo was on the desk beside them. Mrs. Clark was middle-aged, fat, and ultra-respectable looking.
No, this little homely guy obviously had lots of bucks which he didn't mind spending on young ladies, and he knew just how to make young ladies feel good. He massaged Patty's clit with his fingertip, and she couldn't hide the streams of pussy juice that coursed down her legs.
"Unnnnnhhh, yessss, feels so nice," she breathed.
He could feel her clit throbbing and swelling under his massaging finger, of course, so he had to know how aroused he was getting her. He worked her clit into his own miniature hard-on, till it felt ready to burst with hot sensation. Then he switched tactics on her.
"Ooooooo!" Patty squealed. "Shit, yessss." Clark had suddenly stuck out his tongue and started licking her clit. It was a heavenly sensation for the horny young widow. Thick floods of cunt cream gushed down her thighs, and she had to back up and grip the edge of the desk as her knees turned to rubber. She moaned with delight as his tongue flicked her clit.
"Oh, God, I love that," she sobbed.
Patty had practically forgotten why she was in Clark's office. It didn't seem important now. All that mattered was getting off, satisfying the burning lust between her legs. One thing she could say for Clark, he'd kept her well fucked. Since his death she'd missed that regular good loving, and now she needed some loving urgently. Henry Clark was giving her just what she craved.
She leaned back against the desk and spread her legs, giving him plenty of room to work. His tongue darted deeper between her thighs, lapping the tangy cream from her dripping cunt mouth. Then he lashed her clit again, whipping it with his big hot tongue till Patty was sobbing with pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, honey, I have to get off," she wept. "I'll go crazy if I don't come pretty soon."
"No problem," Clark chuckled.
He stuck his thick middle finger up her cunt. It was stiff and hard, just the sensation she ached for. He started finger-fucking her in quick deep thrusts, and she clutched the edge of the desk till her knuckles went white. Her pretty face twisted into a lusty grimace, her eyes rolling crazily.
"Do it to me, fuck it to meeee," she whined. Dizzily, she remembered that she was supposed to be interviewing for a job, not getting finger-fucked, but there was nothing she could do about that now. Her lust was raging, blinding, and she couldn't bear to make Clark stop finger-fucking her famished pussy hole.
Suddenly, however, she felt him pulling his finger out of her cunt, and she sobbed with frustration. He stood up, dropped his pants, and tugged down his shorts. She saw his cock, stiff as steel and drooling thick globs of cream. She moaned with longing.
"Yessss," she hissed, hiking herself up on his desk.
Clark quickly brushed various articles out of the way, clearing the desk top. He scowled at the photo of his wife, then turned it face down. Patty lay on her back, bringing her ass and her heels to the edge of the desk. She spread her legs wide, showing Clark the cream-soaked pink flesh of her cunt gash.
"Beautiful," he growled.
He ogled the glistening rosy cunt flesh and its pretty fringe of golden curls. Then he pressed the engorged head of his cock into the steady little pit of her cuntal opening, and Patty whimpered with excitement. It would be the first time she'd taken any guy's cock except her husband's.
"Yes, yes, stick it in me," she panted.
Clark looked at her wonderingly, no doubt puzzled that such a sexy and beautiful young woman could be so hard up for sex. But he didn't ask any questions. He just fucked his stiff cock into her, thrusting deep till only his balls showed. Patty threw back her head and sobbed with relief.
"Ohhhhhh, yes, I need it so bad!" she cried. Flushed and leering, the little man started fucking her in quick greedy thrusts, giving it to her, hard and deep. That was exactly the way she wanted it. She gripped the sides of the desk and moaned in ecstasy as his iron-hard cock crammed her starved cunt again and again. She soaked his pistoning prick with swing floods of cunt cream.
"Unnnhhh, yes, honey, fuck me good and hard," she moaned. "Make me come. I'll go crazy if I don't come."
Clark snorted with excitement and fucked into her even faster. His eyes were fixed on her big ripe tits, which were wobbling like jelly with the impact of his fucking. Then he watched his cock battering her cunt and spreading her pussy lips wide. The more roused he got, the faster and harder he fucked her.
That was just fine with Patty. She needed somebody to fuck her silly. She had a whole sexless month to make up for, and her needs were desperate and hot. Closing her eyes, she rocketed toward the climax she needed so badly.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" she wailed. She was learning something. She knew now that she couldn't live without sex. She had to have a man in her life, and she had to have regular, good fucking. She just wondered how she'd gone four long weeks without taking a cock.
The pleasure built in her seething pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer. She felt a massive explosion of sensation in the fiery depths of her cunt, and it flashed out to shake her whole body. Her cunt went into hard spasms around Clark's fucking cock.
"Unnnhhhh, shit, yessss, whahhhhh!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, God, I'm coming, whahhhh!"
"Ahhhhh, Jesus, aaaggghhhh!" Clark roared, boiling his load of jism into her sucking cunt.
They climaxed hard together, and then he slumped back into his chair, panting for breath. Patty gave a satisfied sigh and sat up, grinning at him.
"What do you think of my job skills now, Mr. Clark?" she cooed.
Henry Clark, president of the company, chuckled. "I may be crazy," he said. "But what the hell. Who cares if you can't type? The job is yours, Patty. I'll have Miss Graves start training you right away."
CHAPTER TWO
For a week Miss Graves struggled to teach Patty all the office machines and duties. Patty didn't know anything, and it was obvious that she'd never be as good at the job as Miss. Graves.
But the president of the company insisted on hiring her, so the older woman did her best to train the new girl.
While they worked, Patty watched the attractive salesman coming in and out of the reception area, and she got hornier by the second.