As he fucked into her she clawed the desk, sobbed with relief, and creamed like crazy. Her cunt was hot as a blast furnace around his cock meat, tugging and squeezing it. Thick floods of juice overflowed her cunt, forced out by his advancing cock. He pushed till he hit bottom.
"You got it all now, baby," he growled.
"Oh, yeah, it feels so good," she gurgled. "Fuck me good and hard, Henry – I need it real bad."
Henry suspected she always needed fucking really bad. She was naturally hot-blooded, and her late husband had gorged her on sex, till she couldn't go a day without it. Now she'd had to go a week, and she was almost out of her mind with fuck-lust. He started fucking her, and she went wild.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yes!" she cried. "Fuck it to me, baby, fuck the living shit out of me."
Henry hammered the cock to her, knowing she loved to get it hard and fast. Some other time, when they had more time and privacy, he'd get into the refinements of love-making with this hot-pants widow, but right now he was just satisfying some basic animal lust for both of them.
Patty appreciated that fact. She loved all kinds of foreplay and kinky love-making, but right now she just needed to be fucked. She needed to be fucked hard and thoroughly. Her lust was at the boiling point after such a long time without a man.
"Oooooo, yeah, do it to me! I love it!" she wailed.
All week, she'd been masturbating like crazy. In fact she'd been beating off like a sex maniac ever since Carl died. It was fun and it temporarily satisfied her, but nothing could take the place of a nice hard cock. Her fingers could never substitute for that fat throbbing slab of cock meat.
She was enjoying hell out of it now as Henry fucked his rock-hard prick into her fiery-hot little pussy. Her face twisted into a lusty grimace, and she clawed at the desk top as he hammered the cock to her. His thick cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed out her cunt cream.
"Ooooo, shit, hove it," she sobbed. "I love to fuck."
Not that she had to tell her boss that. He could see it for himself. There were signs of horniness that a woman couldn't fake, like a boiling-hot cunt and floods of pussy cream, and Patty was displaying all the signs. Her famished pussy hole was clamping around his cock, sucking at it, and soaking his fucker with blast after blast of searing cunt cream.
She was frantic to get off, and Henry helped launch her into orbit even faster than she'd expected. Still pistoning his big hard prick into her greedily squeezing pussy, he reached around and grasped her clit between his fingers and started kneading the super sensitive button.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, yesssss!" she wailed. "Honey, that's gonna make me come so good!"
She loved to be fucked, and she loved having her clit massaged. Now Henry was doing both things to her at the same time. She closed her eyes and soared to the brink of orgasm as she enjoyed the double sensations in her cunt and on her clit. It was heaven for the sex-starved young widow.
"Do it to me, don't stop, gonna come," she sobbed.
Her cunt was growing fiery hot around his cock, and she was squirting hot cream all aver his fingers. Henry knew she was right on the verge of coming, yet she was greedily holding off the explosion, wanting to prolong the fun. She was hungry for sex, and he loved that.
But there finally came a point when she couldn't hold back her release any longer. She stiffened, and he felt her cunt closing around his cock with exquisite tightness. There was a deluge of molten cunt cream around his cock meat, and then her shapely young body went into hot convulsions.
"Ohhhhh, shit, you did it to meeee! I'm coming!" Patty screamed.
Henry was glad he had a soundproof office, otherwise his salesmen would wonder what the screaming was about. He fucked the moaning, writhing widow through a violent long orgasm and went on massaging her clit, too. Patty sobbed with relief and soaked his cock with rush after rush of thick hot come-cream.
"Unnnnhhh, yeah, coming so good!" she wept.
It was a delicious hard climax, with Henry stimulating both her cunt and her clit, and it went on and on. Yet when she finished coming, Patty was surprised to feel her boss' cock still hard as steel inside her pussy.
"Henry, you didn't get off!" she exclaimed. "I didn't want to yet," he said. "I want to go on fucking your hot little cunt."
The phone rang. Patty moaned, pulled herself together, and answered: "Henry Clark, Incorporated. Yes, one moment, please." She handed the phone to Henry. "Long distance, Chicago."
"Oh, right," he said, pulling his cock out of her and sitting in his big swivel chair. "Hello, Ed? Yes, she does have a sexy voice, doesn't she? That's my new receptionist, Patty. We finally got rid of that old witch, Graves."
He started talking business, and Patty realized he'd forgotten all about her. He still bade hard-on, though, and the sight of it made her drool. She decided to treat her boss to a little surprise. Quietly, she slipped under the huge desk and crawled between his legs. She poised her greedy mouth right over his stiff drooling cock.
"Yeah, Ed," he said, those figures are right. "I'd have to… ohhhh, Jesus." He moaned helplessly as Patty slipped his cock into her steamy hot mouth and started to suck. "Uh, no, Ed, I'm okay," he panted. "I just dropped something."
He struggled to keep the excitement out of his voice as his horny receptionist proceeded to give him a blowjob under the table. Patty's mouth was hot as fire, and it worked swiftly and greedily on his prick meat. She suctioned the thick hot cream out of his piss hole and gobbled it.
"Yeah, Ed," he said hoarsely, "tell me more about that deal you had in mind."
He wanted Ed to do the talking, because he wasn't sure he could control his voice much longer. Patty was sucking faster by the second, bringing his lust to the boiling point. She was sucking loudly, too, so loudly that he wondered if Ed could hear the obscene wet noise.
Then he felt his balls exploding with their steaming load. No way could he stop the fiery rush of jism up his bucking, throbbing cock. The first hot sting of come hit the back of Patty's throat, and she moaned hungrily and sucked like crazy, absolutely draining his balls.
He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and yelled: "Eat it, baby, aaaggghhhhh!"
He flooded Patty's mouth with blast after blast of scorching jizz, and she gobbled it greedily. She let her cheeks swell with the hot salty come, savoring it, then gulped it down and took another load. Henry felt like he'd shot ten years' worth of come into her sucking mouth.
"Great, Ed, I'll be talking to you," he sighed, hanging up.
"What did your friend want?" Patty asked, crawling out from under the desk.
"Damned if I know," Henry said. "I didn't hear a thing he said."
"Oh, sorry," she giggled.
"I'm not," he said with a leer. "You're some kind of receptionist, Patty. You sure know how to keep your boss happy."
CHAPTER THREE
While Patty was keeping her boss happy, the salesmen in the main office were talking about her.
"She's sure an improvement over old Graves, isn't she?" somebody said.
That produced an outburst of agreement, and everybody started talking at once about how beautiful and sexy the new receptionist was and how they'd like to make out with her. There wasn't a man in the room who didn't want to get into Patty's pants.
"She's probably got a guy already," said Ken, the hottest salesman.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," replied Brook, the head salesman. "Somebody should ask her out, and if she accepts, he can find out just how far she'll go."
Art, the mousy office manager, grinned and said: "Why don't you take on that assignment, Brook? You're a great success with the ladies."