Patrick Huston's anger toward Mary Kelly, his red-haired secretary, had all but vanished ten minutes later when he got off the phone with New York. Stevenson was the vice-president in charge of advertising for a big company, and Huston had him eating out of his hand when he clicked off the speaker phone and grinned at Mary.
"Hot damn, lady, this calls for a drink!" the handsome agency owner shouted gleefully, rubbing his hands together with excitement. "If I get Stevenson's soft drink outfit in our pocket in this town, I can kiss a lot of these chicken shit local accounts good-bye! We'll be rollin', baby, rollin'!"
Mary smiled warily at her boss. She finished with the notes on the conversation as it had gone on and put her pad and pencil down. She knew he was happy about the way the call had gone, but she didn't know how angry he still was.
Pat Huston smiled confidently and took off his suit coat. He loosened his tie and joined Mary on the couch. It amused him to think about what he was about to do, fucking Mary on the exact spot he would have fucked the other girl, the luscious blonde, if Mary hadn't interrupted them with the phone call.
"What kind of celebration did you have in mind, lover?" Mary said coyly. May as well make the smug handsome bastard work for it a little, she thought to herself, especially after what he tried to pull with that blonde hussy.
Pat downed half his powerful drink and moved closer to the cute, vivacious redhead on the couch. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and put down his drink.
"Come here, baby," Pat growled at Mary as he put his arms around her and drew her close.
"My, aren't we in a hurry today," Mary chided the eager executive.
"I'm always in a hurry to fuck you, beautiful," Pat said hungrily. He didn't mention that he had a raging case of blue balls, thanks to his incomplete encounter with Jennifer Halsted, and he was just aching to pump his cum into a hot, wet pussy – whose didn't really matter.
Pat kissed Mary hard and deep, his tongue lancing into her throat like a cock penetrating her cunt. All at once, Mary tasted something strange, yet familiar; it was sweet and-slick and was nearly covered up by the rum and strawberries on their collective breaths, but, it was there.
Mary racked her brain. She knew she had tasted something very similar before, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what…
"Cunt juice!" Mary shouted suddenly, tearing her lips from Pat's. "You have that other woman's stuff all over your chin and your lips, you pervert! How could you make me kiss you with her cum all over your mouth?"
Pat laughed and undid his vest. He kept his eyes on the petite red-haired girl's and unbuttoned all the buttons on his expensive dress shirt. The self-assured, executives bared his chest and undid his pants. He took Mary's hand and put it over his heart, his eyes never leaving hers.
Mary told herself that she was enraged by his insensitive behavior. She made up her mind that she would show him this time that she wouldn't give in to his captivating gaze, his muscular tan physique, his super-cool manners. But even as the weak-willed secretary was telling herself that she was going to resist him this time, Mary found her fingers tracing patterns in Pat's thick chest hair. Her hand was rubbing in ever-widening circles, moving lower and lower, until her fingertips were at the elastic barrier of his boxer shorts.
"Take my cock out, baby," Pat commanded her. "Let's see if you still know what to do with a thick hard cock."
Mary groaned and told herself once more that she wouldn't, but her hand proved to be a greedy, five-fingered traitor. It slipped under the stretchy band and pushed downward. In moments, Pat's big throbbing dick was in her clutching fingers, and the shorts were on their way down as her other hand began tugging at the waistband.
"That's it, honey, stroke my prick," Pat whispered in a gloating tone. "Make that fucker hard as a rock, so I can ram it right up your wet little cunt. Use your mouth on me… don't be a tease."
The head of her boss' wide cock appeared over the top of his shorts just as he was urging her to put her lips to it, and something gave way inside Mary. She felt all warm and shivery inside, especially in her hollow, aching cunt, and the hot-blooded secretary just had to do what he wanted.
Mary's practically dived into Pat's lap, and her hand tore at his waistband as her lips closed over the tip of his big cock. The eager girl's wet mouth began a long, satisfying slide that didn't end until her lips were against the base of her boss' prick and his wiry pubic hair was pressed into her nose.
"Ahhhhhhh, that's the Mary I know and love!" Pat chuckled. "Now use that sweet tongue. Lick my cock. Get it so stiff I'll fuck your ever-livin' guts out with it."
Mary murmured hotly around the mouth filling cock and began swiping at it with her slippery tongue. She moved her tight lips up and down the hot shaft, licking as she went.
Gone were all thoughts of what a no-good bastard Pat Huston was. Mary didn't care what degrading, ugly things he might do to her. All she knew was that she loved him and wanted his wide hot prick up her yearning pussy. She had fought off the intrusions of all the young, beautiful models Pat came into contact with constantly in his work. Mary's lush, perfectly-formed little body always fucking him exquisitely and making him come back to her in the end and she vowed she would make him forget about this new blonde in the same cock-pleasing way.
"Oh, Jesus… Jesus, you're the best!" Pat murmured at that moment, as if Mary's frantic thoughts were reaching into his consciousness. "You always were the finest, you dick-licking little cunt. Suck that thing. Suck my cock!"
Mary went crazy, as she always did when she got Pat's swollen prick in her mouth. The pert redhead's lips went up and down on her boss' smooth cock like a well-oiled machine doing what it had been designed to do. Her tongue licked continually at the ad man's bulb-like tip and swabbed all around his hard shaft as the head poked deep into Mary's descending throat cavity.
"Uhh, oh… oh God, can you ever suck a cock, baby!" Pat exclaimed after a few more moments of Mary's cock sucking.
The panting agency owner suddenly grabbed Mary's fire-red hair and pulled her mouth from his twitching cock. The turned-on secretary looked up, her sparkling green eyes glazed with lust.
"More!" she gasped at Pat. "Let me do it a little more."
"No dice, you hot-mouthed little pussy," Pat wheezed. "Any more of that and I'll shoot my load right into that flat little belly of yours. And I want to fuck you too badly for that, honey. Now get up and take off your clothes. Do it slow – I want to savor that perfect little shape of yours."
Totally aroused and shameless now, Mary stood up from the couch and walked across the room to the stereo. She switched the unit on, finding a soft-rock station, and turned to face her seated boss.
Slowly, teasingly, the red-haired girl began to dance. Mary rolled her slender, tight muscled hips in time with the music, her tits jiggling in her loose-fitting bra as she raised her arms and undid the back of her dress.
"Yeah, I like it, baby," Pat breathed heavily, his fist going to his firm cock. "Do it. Shake those foxy titties for me. Move that sleek little butt!"
The jaded agency owner worked the loose skin up and down his hard prick as he watched Mary move the zipper at the back of her dress down. The short redhead stepped out of the loosened dress, never missing a beat, and threw the brightly colored garment over a nearby chair. Her hands moved back behind her and she began rolling her pantyhose down over her tiny black panties.
"Get it all off!" Pat called to the stripping girl. "I want to see those tits. I want to feat my eyes on that hot little cunt of yours. I'm hungry to see you shake that thing for me."
Pat's lewd words turned the dancing secretary or even more. She loved seeing her man panting for her, hearing him urge her on.
The fired-up agency owner took up his drink and sipped it as he pulled his fat cock, his eyes riveted to Mary's ever-moving, gyrating little body. He was as horny as she had seen him in months, and the thought of what he would do with that big long prick of his once he finally got it in her made the secretary's heart pound with joy.
Unsnapping her bra, Mary kicked off her pantyhose with a high seductive kick that showed all of her hairy little cunt to her enraptured audience of one. The twin cups of her restrictive bra went limp as the hooks parted, and Mary's perky conical tits bobbed into view.
"Shake' em!" Pat howled appreciatively. "Shake those hot little tits while you pull those fuckin' panties off, you tight-cunted little bitch!"
Mary was as excited as Pat by now. Her pussy was bubbling with juice and her tits were as solid and bouncy as if they had been molded out of pliant rubber. She loved it when he got this excited.
Her dancing got faster and faster as the songs changed. Mary's tits were jiggling wildly now, and her cunt was bare as the jet-black panties puddled at the girl's dancing feet. Mary cocked her pussy at Pat and worked it up and down as if she were fucking him already, her wet cunt mouth opening to show him all of her slickened cunt hole. The phone on Pat's desk rang at that moment. Mary stopped dancing and took a step to answer it.
"Fuck it. It's after five, let the answering service get the damn thing!" Pat shouted. "You get your sweet little cunt over here. I want to stick this in it!"
The blonde-haired executive had risen half out of his sitting position on the couch. He was holding his red, ready cock straight out in Mary's direction.
"Oh, darling, yes, I want it," Mary whispered, running to the couch. "I want that big thing in me right now!"
"You're gonna get it," Pat promised her, grabbing the onrushing girl and tossing her lightly onto the cushions.
Mary spread her legs automatically as she sprawled onto the couch. She hadn't bounced twice when she felt the weight of her boss on the cushion between her splayed-out thighs.
The head of Pat's hot prick nudged between Mary's gleaming pink cunt lips. It was wide and smooth and felt as if it had been pulled from a white-hot fire just as it always did.
"Oh, yes, shove it in me!" Mary exclaimed in a rush of desire. "Fuck me! I want it hard this time… hard and fast! Hurt me a little, darling. Ram it in me, please!"
Pat was plainly in the mood to give Mary just the kind of brutal fucking she craved this particular afternoon. The interlude with Jennifer and the preliminaries with Mary had the young agency owner keyed-up to spill his creamy load in the little redhead's tight pussy as fast as possible.
With a savage thrust, Pat sunk his impressive cock into Mary's clingy, smooth cunt tunnel all the way up to his cum-filled balls. The thick cock separated her elastic cunt walls like a broad sword slamming its way into a custom-fitted sheath.
"Uhhhhhh," Mary groaned as the tall man's full weight came down on her and his huge cock pierced her all the way to her cervix. "God… oh God, you're in deep this time!"
"That's the way you wanted it, and that's the way I'm gonna give it to you, cunt!" Pat gasped, delighted at her beautiful moist pussy.
The smiling ad man started rocking his hips back and forth, mashing Mary's out thrust clitty against his marble-hard dickshaft. The glassy-eyed redhead groaned again and locked her legs around her boss' thin waist, impaling herself even more on the fiery prick.
"That's good… ohhhhhh, that's sooo good!" Mary whinnied mindlessly, lost, in the ecstasy of the pulsing cock in her sensitive cunt.
"How's this?" Pat grunted, drawing his prick back and berthing it deep in the sighing girl again.
"Ughhh… ohhhhh yessss," Mary hissed with utter joy. "Fuck me! Fuck me now, my darling… I'm so ready!"
Pat yanked his thick cock nearly out of the girl's clinging cunt hole and fed it back in slowly, reveling in the look of sheer animal lust that took over Mary's normally innocent face as the heady thrills shook her small body. The green-eyed girl moaned loudly and worked her hips up to meet his cunt-filing shaft, her pointed tits pressed flat by Pat's hairy chest and her arms around his shoulders.
"Yeah, yeah," he whispered hotly in the girl's ear. "I love it when you fuck me back that way, baby."
Mary closed her eyes and hung on, her small ass moving up to bury the downward-drilling cock in her gushing slit on each tingling thrust. Mary's cunt was going crazy around Pat's greasy smooth cockhead as it reamed up and down her flexing pussy-sheath. It was almost as if there was a tongue inside the hot-blooded secretary's eager cunt, licking at the satisfying dickmeat as it knifed in and out.
"Faster… fuck me even faster!" Mary panted hungrily in Pat's ear. "Cum in me, please. I'm so hot… so hot… I can't last, darling."
Pat snorted with effort and pushed his prick in and out of Mary's close-fitting pussy. Her pumping twat was so tiny when her muscles contracted that all his strength was needed to drive the wide head through the narrowing tube.
"Ooooooh, I'm ready, honey, I'm so ready!" Mary wailed as her lover gave her the kind of slam bang fucking her convulsing cunt demanded.
The screaming, hunching secretary raked her boss' shoulders with her sharp nails and urged his ass down even faster with spasmodic kicks of her rounded heels. Cock: hot, throbbing, glorious cock was what Mary's cum-crazed body hungered for. She wanted Pat to stab her with it, to beat her dripping cunt to a frenzy with it, to nail her wiggling, ever moving ass to the couch with it. She wanted Pat to break her stiff, twitching cunt off with his powerful, driving prick.
He nearly did. All at once, the rutting agency owner sucked in his breath in a ragged gulp and went stiff as a board. His lean muscular body shook with passion for a moment, then fell heavily back onto Mary's reclining, pussy-tossing form.
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"That and the fact that you're a hell of a secretary. But always remember, baby. There's a shit load of girls around who can type and answer the phone."
With that, Pat Huston walked over to the bar and started making himself another drink, his back to Mary. She got up and went into his private bathroom, knowing that he liked her to clean the jizz out of herself as quickly as possible, before it ran out and made a mess on his expensive couch or carpet.
As she sat on the toilet listening to the blender in the other room, the evidence of their recent fucking dribbling out of cunt into the toilet, Mary told herself bitterly that Pat was right. She was little more than a high-priced hooker who typed. If she ever wanted him to take her seriously as a woman, as a prospective mate, then she would have to summon up the courage to tell him to shove his extra money.
If she stopped acting like a cock-hungry cunt around him, he might start treating like a lady, Mary told herself. She resolved to do it, to play harder to get right after this evening.
She was too anxious to go out with the arrogant bastard and share in what she knew was going to be a wild, extravagant celebration with the handsome agency owner to cut him off right now.
Sighing as if she realized, at last, that she was always going to be too anxious to go out with Pat to ever cut him off the way he deserved, Mary got up and flushed the toilet. She fixed her make-up as best she could and went back into the other room.