She wished she and Henry Clark could get together again, too. But unfortunately she couldn't make a move without Miss Graves following her and supervising her.
The suspicious spinster hardly even let Patty go to the john by herself. Miss Graves must have suspected the real reason the beautiful blonde had been hired to replace her. But Patty was very careful not to do anything put of line. The week was a total drag, but Miss Graves didn't catch her at anything.
At last the training period was over, and Miss Graves was given a small good-bye party with tea and cookies. It was Patty's first chance to meet the sales staff. Mr. Clark introduced her to everybody, and the men's eyes told Patty how happy they were that she was taking Miss Graves' place.
The following Monday, Patty took over the receptionist's desk. It was wonderful not having Graves leaning over her all the time. The old bitch had celebrated her retirement by going on a cruise to Antarctica, so they wouldn't be hearing from her for a long time, if ever. Patty happily slipped behind the desk, but she'd hardly sat down before the phone buzzed.
"Henry Clark, Incorporated," she said.
"Patty," Henry Clark said, "please get your gorgeous ass into my office right away. Oh, and bring your steno pad."
"Yes, sir," Patty said.
She was puzzled. Mr. Clark knew she couldn't take dictation. Graves had tried to teach her a little shorthand, but it was no go. However, he was the boss, so she did as ordered, taking her steno pad and going to his private office.
Patty was wearing a clinging red dress, cut short at the hem and low in front. It showed off her shapely body, deep cleavage, and great legs. She had a natural sexy sway to her walk. As she passed through the main room, the place went silent and work pound to a halt.
Male eyes bored into her as she smiled and sauntered through the room. Patty knew that at least a dozen men were looking at her and fantasizing about fucking her. It made her feel horny as hell. Maybe now that she had Graves off her tack, she could start dating some of these cute guys.
She tapped at Clark's door and entered his private office. He wasn't at his desk. He was across the room, at the built-in bar, having a little nip. He tossed down his drink and walked over to Patty, guiding her to the chair beside his desk. She sat down and poised her pencil over her pad.
"Take a letter, Patty," Clark said solemnly. "Yes, sir, I'll try," Patty said, frowning. He started dictating to her, and she did her best to get all the words down, but she knew it was hopeless. He was standing behind her, and judging from the sound of his voice, he was moving closer and closer to her. Suddenly she noticed something weird out of the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, my God," she gasped.
"Surprise," Clark laughed.
It was a stiff cock, and it was right by her face. Patty stared at it, taking in the engorged purple cock head, the fat blue-veined cock shaft, and the thick hairy base. It had been a week since Clark had fucked her, and she hadn't had any sex since then, not an ounce of relief for her raging lust.
She set down her pad, turned, and looked at her boss. He was standing there in his three piece business suit, looking perfectly respectable except that his cock, was sticking stiffly out of his pants and he was grinning like a fiend. Patty grinned back at him.
"I've completely screwed up this letter, Mr. Clark," she announced.
"That's okay, Patty," he said. "And please call me Henry."
Patty dipped out of the chair, leaving her pad and pencil behind and going to her knees in front other leering boss. She curled her fingers around his cock and guided the engorged cock head toward her lips. Her glistening pink tongue darted out, and she started licking his cock meat. Clark gave a lusty snort and shivered with excitement.
"I was hoping you gave head," he said.
"Oh, I do," Patty cooed. "And I'm very good at it. My husband was a good teacher."
She proceeded to prove it. She lathered his prick with her hot saliva.
Today, it was Henry's turn to back up against the desk as his knees turned to rubber. He stood there flushed and panting as his beautiful receptionist tongued his prick.
"Like I said, who cares if you can't type?" he sighed.
Patty was starved for cock. Carl had taught her everything there was to know about oral sex, and she loved doing it and having it done to her. She was drooling onto Henry's prick now as she tongued it. He clutched the edge of his desk and panted.
"Ohhhhh, yes, baby, that's great," he moaned.
Thick globs of cream began to ooze up in his piss hole, and Patty salivated at the sight. She hadn't tasted cock cream in so long. She tongued up the delicious salty juice and railed it around in her mouth, savoring it. She licked up his cock cream as fast as it appeared.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned.
"Suck it for me, honey," Henry said hoarsely. "I bet you're really good at that."
"You be the judge," Patty grinned.
She opened her red-glossed lips and started sliding his throbbing boner into her mouth. Henry groaned with bliss. She was able to take in almost his whole cock, fisting and pumping the rest. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck.
"Christ, yes," he gasped.
Carl had taught his young wife well. He loved blow-jobs, and he'd made sure that Patty gave the best possible kind. Luckily, she was a natural. She loved sucking and licking, and she loved the taste of cock, so she was an eager pupil. Now she was showing Henry her full talents.
He stared down at her, unbelievingly. So maybe this girl couldn't take shorthand or work a word processor – she was incredibly skilled in other ways. It was the best blow-job he'd ever had, and there'd been lots of them. This horny young widow was genuinely hungry for cock.
She sucked loudly and greedily on his prick, drooling as she tasted his cock cream. Henry was tempted to let her suck him off, but he also wanted back into her tight and steamy little cunt. It was too bad he didn't have two cocks. But he had to make a choice.
He enjoyed her loud greedy cock-sucking till he was dangerously close to coming, then said hoarsely: "That's enough, honey. I want to fuck you now."
Patty shivered with excitement. Much as she loved sucking cock, she liked fucking even better. She stood up, and Henry guided her into the position he wanted, leaning against the desk with her hands braced against the edge, her cute little ass sticking out. He stood behind her and flipped up her skirt.
He ogled her perfect ass in the tight bikini panties, and his prick gave a lusty buck and leaked thick hot cream onto the carpet. He was about to pull her panties down when he got the uneasy feeling that he was being watched.
"Oh-oh, just a second," he said.
Once more he turned his wife's photo face downward. Then he slipped back into position and eased Patty's lacy panties down over her ass. He let the garment slide down her nice long legs, and she kicked it away. He tucked her skirt up, leaving the field clear for action.
"Gorgeous," he murmured, running his hands over her silky hot, ass.
He eased her thighs wider and wider apart, then slipped a hand between them and felt the searing flesh of her cunt gash. As he fondled the swollen folds of her pussy, she moaned and creamed all over his hand. She was the horniest young woman he'd ever met, and that aroused him violently.
He plugged the fat head of his cock into her steamy moist cuntal opening, and she whimpered with eagerness and clawed the desk. She soaked his cock head with a smoldering rush of cunt cream. He watched the pearly liquid overflow her pussy and run down her legs as he penetrated her about an inch.
"Unnnnhhh, yesss, Henry, stick your cock in me," she moaned. "Give me every inch!"
Grinning like a maniac, the little bald guy fucked his stiff boner slowly and deliciously into the gorgeous blond's slippery cunt. Patty was definitely hard up for cock. He couldn't imagine how or why, but he was glad to be the guy to give her what she so urgently needed.