While Trish dizzily made her way to the kitchen in the Tango Club, her mother was hurrying to keep up with business in the bar. It was Pat's first night on the job, and she'd never waited tables before, so she had a lot to learn – and very little time to learn it in.
By midnight, however, she knew she was going to be a success. The other more experienced waitresses nodded at her approvingly, and whenever Brock Spalding made an appearance, he gave her a broad smile. The biggest success of all was Pat's skimpy black costume. The male customers could hardly keep their eyes off her tall dazzling figure.
Shortly after midnight Brock signaled her to come out in the hallway and talk to him. Pat hurried up to where her darkly handsome boss was waiting and said breathlessly, "What is it, Brock? I hope I'm doing everything all right."
"You're doing great, honey," he said, giving her a friendly pat on the butt. "I've been watching you off and on, and you're just fine. I just wanted to ask you to come aver to my place when you get off work."
Pat stared at him. She wasn't sure what his motives were, real affection or plain old-fashioned lust. She wanted so much for Brock to fall in love with her, the way she was falling for him. She decided to take a chance. No matter what his motives, the more time she spent with him, the better. She wanted this man for her husband, not only because he attracted her but because he could guarantee financial security for her and Trish.
"All right, Brock," Pat said, blushing slightly. "I'll be finished around two o'clock."
"I'll be waiting," he said.
After the club closed for the night, Brock had Pat follow him in her car to the luxurious high-rise apartment where he lived. Pat was even more impressed, by his wealth when she discovered that he had the penthouse apartment. It was lavishly furnished and had a spectacular view of the city. Yes, indeed, it would be great to be married to this man!
"Drink, Pat?" Brock said, heading for a built-in bar in his thickly-carpeted living room.
"Yes, thank you," Pat said, lolling on the couch. "I could really use a drink. I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, I imagine your first night was pretty rough," Brock said as he expertly concocted a pitcher of martinis. "But it'll get easier. You're good at the work. I bet you made a bundle in tips tonight."
"I certainly did," Pat said wonderingly. "Oh, Brock, I'm so glad I had the nerve to quit my old job and take this one. Trish and I will be much better off."
She saw a strange expression flit over his face when she mentioned her daughter's name. He recovered quickly, though, and said, "What's your daughter like, Pat? A pretty nice kid?"
"Oh, yes," Pat said, smiling fondly. "She doesn't look at all like me – she takes after her father, blonde hair and blue eyes. But she's a wonderful girl, Brock."
"I can imagine," he muttered.
He brought the pitcher of martinis and a couple of glasses over to the couch, and they sipped their drinks and chatted. But Brock was clearly impatient. He kept moving closer to Pat, till finally their thighs were touching. She could happily have gone on just talking with him, getting to know him better, but she understood that Brock wanted sex.
"You're the best-looking girl at the place," he said. "I'm really turned on to you, Pat."
"Why, thank you, Brock," she said, blushing modestly. "I'm very fond of you, too."
She might not have been so enthusiastic, had she known that just a few hours earlier he'd used the same words to her daughter and then taken the girl's virginity. But Pat didn't even know that Trish was working at the club. She basked in Brock's attention and didn't protest when he leaned over to kiss her.
No, far from protesting, Pat felt instant excitement as his hard hungry mouth forced her lips apart and his slick hot tongue glided into her mouth. It had been far too long since she'd had any sex life at all, and she couldn't help feeling lusty around her handsome employer. She melted against him and allowed him to tongue-kiss her deeply. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and swelling up with need.
Pat was wearing her sensible white cotton blouse and tweed skirt, but they didn't hamper Brock in the least. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, creeping up her skirt to feel her warm silky thighs, sneaking inside her blouse to touch the tightly-packed cones of her bra. Pat didn't mind in the least. She looked forward to a delicious night of love-making with the man of her dreams.
"Let's go in the bedroom," Brock whispered.
Pat nodded shyly. He got up, took her hand, and led her down a long hall to his bedroom. It was as spectacular as the rest of the apartment, with a deep wall-to-wall carpet, a huge picture window overlooking the city, and a king-size bed covered in white fur. Once again Pat thought how wonderful it would be to be his wife.
Brock lounged on the bed and said lazily, "Undress for me, baby. Do it slow. Give me a little show."
Pat blushed again. She was an old-fashioned girl when it came to sex, and she wasn't wed to anything exotic or kinky. But she was so determined to win Brock's love that she was ready to do anything to please him. She stood in the center of the room, where he could see her well, and began to unbutton her blouse.
Brock watched her lazily yet lustily, following her every movement. As she removed her prim white blouse, he focused hotly on her fully-packed and straining little white bra. Pat kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. The skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, wearing just her white lace bra and matching bikini panties. Brock ogled her beautiful tall body.
"Tell me something," he said. "You ever make it with anybody but your old man?"
"Not till you came along," Pat replied, going red with embarrassment.
"And you're thirty-eight years old," Brock said wonderingly. "Jesus, that's really something in this day and age. I mean practically everybody plays around. Didn't you ever want other guys, when you were with your husband?"
"No," Pat answered truthfully. She'd been deeply in love with John the whole thirteen years of their marriage and had never even dreamed of cheating on him.
"Fantastic," Brock said with a chuckle. "He must have been quite a guy."
"He was," Pat said a little sadly. "But the main thing is, Brock, I believe in marriage and in being faithful. If I'm with a certain man, I don't pay any attention to other men."
She hoped Brock would get the point – that she'd make an excellent wife. But he just smiled, as if he found her ideas amusing. She reached around and unhooked her bra. As she slowly drew off the dainty garment, Brock's dark eyes glowed lustily. She dropped the bra to the floor, and her lovely large round breasts wobbled into their natural thrust.
"Great tits," Brock sighed.
Pat reddened, wishing his language could be a little more delicate. But at least he was attracted to her. She began to inch down her panties, slowly and teasingly, and he watched intently. Her round full breasts quivered slightly as she moved, the little rosy-red nipples dancing.
On impulse Pat swung around and presented him with her back. She drew her white lace panties down over the perfect little rounds of her ass and let Brock gawk for a moment. Then she turned to face him again and slipped the panties down over the glossy coal-black fur of her muff. The panties slithered down her legs, and she stepped out of them.
"God damn," Brock sighed, "you are beautiful. Is your daughter as pretty as you?"
"Prettier," Pat said.
"Bet she isn't," Brock ginned.
"Well, maybe some day you'll find out," Pat said.
She didn't see Brock's wicked grin because she was turning, walking around to the side of the bed. She lay down and looked at Brock, who began undressing in a lazy, leisurely way, as if they had all the time in the world. Pat's heart pounded as he drew off his shirt and revealed his tan chest which was lean, hard and matted with black hairs.
Everything about him excited her. It had been that way with John, too. Pat remembered vividly how her husband's body had aroused her, how she could get hot and horny from just watching him take off his clothes. She had that same melting and glowing sensation in her pussy when she watched Brock, that same mounting lust.
Brock finally got down to removing his pants, and as he did so, Pat noticed that he wasn't wearing shorts. It struck her as odd, since he'd been wearing shorts earlier in the day. But maybe a wealthy man like Brock Spalding could afford to change whenever he wanted. In any case, her main interest now wasn't in his clothes. It was in his cock.
He didn't disappoint her. As he let down his pants, Pat saw that his prick was stiff and swollen, hugging his belly tightly. She felt an instant burst of hot sticky juice from her cunt. She could hardly wait to take that thick seven-inch pole of flesh. She hungrily eyed the bulbous purple head of his prick which was leaking bright little droplets of cream. He rolled over next to her, naked, and Pat sighed and opened her legs, showing him the rich scarlet flesh of her pussy and its dainty fringe of raven-black curls. "Make love to me, Brock," she sighed.
"That's what we're here for," he chuckled, "but there's no big rush. Let's fool around a little first, okay?"
"Okay," Pat agreed shyly.
She didn't know just what he meant by "fooling around". Maybe some kissing and fondling? It didn't matter, as long as she was with him. Brock moved right up next to her and cupped the hot heavy globes of her jugs. Gently but steadily he molded and squeezed the silky flesh, and Pat purred with sensual satisfaction.
As Brock ran his thumbs over her dainty red nipples, coaxing them into stiffness, he said wonderingly, "I just can't understand how you could go five years without getting laid."
Pat blushed and said, "I can't, either, not now. But at least I can make up for lost time."
Brock grinned, released her hot heavy tits, and began pushing her thighs apart. Thinking he was ready to ball her, Pat cooperated, spreading her long lovely legs very wide and drawing them back at the knees. Brock studied the ripe red flesh of her gash, grinning lustily. Pat quivered with horny longing, dying for the first hard deep thrust of his big swollen dick.
Brock moved over to kneel between her widely-spread legs, and Pat moaned softly, waiting to feel his thick cock-meat gliding into her eager juicy box. But to her astonishment, Brock instead dipped his face right into her steamy little snatch, his hot moist breath fanning her clit and cunt.
"Brock," she gasped, "what are you doing?"
He gave a muffled laugh, then raised his head briefly and said, "I'm gonna eat your pussy, baby. Hasn't anybody ever gone down on you before?"
"No," Pat said, blushing furiously. "That's something John and I never did."
"Well, I guarantee you're gonna dig it," Brock laughed.
Pat wasn't so sure about that. She and John had had a wonderful sex life, but they'd never done anything kinky. It just never occurred to them. She didn't know how she'd feel about a man putting his face in her pussy, and she stiffened nervously as Brock once more dipped his head and breathed hotly on her delicate red slit.
Then suddenly she experienced the most delicious sensation of her life. She glanced down in wonder and saw that Brock's bright red tongue was flicking swiftly back and forth on the moist little lump of her clit. It felt fantastically good. Pat no longer cared if it was kinky or not – she loved it. She flopped back on the bed, limp and submissive, moaning softly as his stroking, flicking tongue teased the highly sensitive bud of her clit.
"Ohhhhh, Brock, that's marvelous," she whimpered. "Yes, yes, I just love it."
Another muffled laugh from Brock – but he kept right on licking her hot little love-bud, making dizzying sensations of pleasure sear and melt through her pussy. Pat simply couldn't control herself. She moaned and whimpered and began to cream a steady river of thick hot cream that moistened his face.
Now she wished that she and John had been a little more adventurous in bed. They could have had a marvelous time going down on each other. Fucking was fantastic fun, of course, but in some ways it was even more delicious to feel a man's hot slick tongue tickling and lashing in her horny little pussy.
Brock's stiff slick tongue-tip pressed more firmly against the quivering horny lump of her clit, then began to lash briskly. Pat gave a loud hoarse moan. Never had she felt anything as good as this. Her steamy cunt cream gushed out to soak Brock's face, but he didn't seem to mind. He just kept licking her clit hungrily, making a loud lewd slurping noise.
"Oh, my God, Brock, that's so good," Pat wailed.
She knew she wasn't being her usual shy, modest self, but she simply couldn't find the self-control to resist Brock's expert pussy-eating. Now he pressed his lips against her soaked throbbing joy button and slowly drew the tiny scarlet lump into his mouth. Pat held her breath, quivering with pleasure, then cried out shrilly as he started to suck her clit.
"Eeeeee," she wailed.
Brock slipped his hands under her little round ass and pulled her pussy up tight against his mouth. He sucked furiously on her red-hot little clit, and her whole body seemed to melt with pleasure. She kept her legs wide open and drawn back, giving him room to work. Soon she was panting and clawing the bedspread.
"Oh, God, Brock," Pat whined. "I don't think I can stand it. It's too good. Oh, ohhhhh, I think I'm going to come. OHHHHH, YES."
Pat was taken by surprise when the powerful orgasm shook her body. She hadn't even known a woman could come from having her pussy eaten. But there certainly was no doubt in her mind now, not with those body-wracking convulsions of pleasure. Brock just kept right on sucking her clit, making her climax even more intense.
"My God, Brock," Pat finally sighed, "that was the most wonderful thing I've ever felt."
"It's gonna get even better, baby," he said, briefly raising his leering cream-soaked face. "I'm gonna make you come all night."
Pat certainly had no objections to that. As Brock once more dived for her pussy, she began to realize how really limited her and John's love-making had been. It had been wonderful, yes, and she'd been totally content with it, but there was a whole world of sex which she and John hadn't even explored. With Brock she was discovering just how wild and kinky and fulfilling sex could be.
This time Brock left her clit alone and licked lower in her steamy little snatch, tickling and probing the plump red lips of her pussy, then rimming the drooling little mouth of her cunt. Pat whined with horny excitement and kept her long legs wide open for him, eager to experience everything he did with his expert tongue.
"Ummmmm," she moaned, "ummmm."
Then she felt his stiff wet tongue-tip creeping right into her tight little cunt-mouth. She couldn't believe he'd actually put his tongue up her box, yet at the same time she urgently wanted him to do it. It was so wicked, so exciting. To her delight, Brock did just what she wanted, suddenly thrusting his thick wet tongue clear to the root in her red-hot little cunt.
"Ahhhhh, yes," Pat wailed, "put your tongue in meeee. Oh, Brock, darling, that feels fantastic."
She wasn't exaggerating in the least. His fat long tongue stuffed her horny little twat deliciously, and she creamed all around it, helplessly, heavily. Brock began to use his tongue like a cock, jerking it swiftly up and down in her slick little box, fucking her with it. Pat whined blissfully and clawed the bed.
"I love it, I love it," she babbled. "Yes, yes, darling, fuck me with your tongue."
Her naughty words seemed to excite Brock, for he started jerking his tongue faster and faster in her seething little hole. The pleasure was almost more than Pat could bear. She arched her body up sharply, taking his probing tongue as deep as possible into her wildly horny box. In seconds she began to come, wailing and writhing with her second orgasm of the night.
"Ooooooh," she cried. "Ahhhhh."
Brock worked his tongue furiously in her convulsing gripping cunt until her spasms finally died away. Then, while Pat was still sighing and gasping for breath, he rolled her over onto her hands and knees. Dizzily she cooperated, realizing that he wanted to fuck her from behind. She raised her pert little ass high in the air.
"Oh, God," she gasped.
Brock was pushing into her hard, mercilessly shoving his thick cock-meat clear to her womb in one big thrust. He gripped her slim hips to steady himself and then started sawing away savagely, reaming and stuffing her tight little box again and again. It was a rough, almost brutal fuck, but Pat loved every second of it. She needed this kind of furious fast balling to make up for her long years without a man.
"Yes, Brock, yes," she panted, "do it to me, fuck me. Yes, yes, I need it so much."
"I bet you do, lady," he panted, "after all those years alone. Like I said, I'm gonna keep you coming all night."
Pat's pretty face twisted with a horny leer.
Ordinarily she was a modest and quiet woman, but tonight she was pulling out all the stops, throwing caution to the winds. She let herself go completely, wailing and clawing and moaning as she blissfully took the repeated hard thrusts of his dick. This time she wasn't surprised when the blasting pleasure of an orgasm ripped through her body.
"I'm coming," she whined. "Oh, my God, yes, I'm coming."
Brock slammed his cock even harder and faster in her gripping searing-hot box as she came. Pat almost blacked out, it felt so good. When the delicious climax finally ended, she waited for Brock to come. But to her complete surprise, he suddenly whipped his cream-drenched dick out of her.
"But Brock," she panted, "you didn't get off yet."
"I will," he gasped, "but not that way."
He rolled Pat over onto her back, then leaped up to straddle her chest, his slim hard ass just grazing her big heaving tits. Pat didn't have the slightest idea what he was trying to do – not until he pressed the creaming purple head of his dick against her lips. Then she blushed deeply.
"Suck it," he panted. "Hurry, baby, suck me off."
Pat had never taken a cock in her mouth before. She didn't know how, and she didn't know if she'd even like it. But her only thought was to please Brock, so she reluctantly opened her lips and let him slide his huge hard cock over her tongue. He pushed till the knobby head was butting her throat and his full-packed hot balls rubbed her chin.
"Suck my dick," he whined, "suck it hard." Pat obeyed, even though her lips were stretched nearly to bursting. She took her cue from his words, sucking as hard and fast as she could on his stiff throbbing prick. Almost at once she knew she was going to get off on cock-sucking. She dug the sensation of sucking his silky-skinned cock, loved the light salty taste of his dribbling prick-cream.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it," Brock whined, his dark face twisted in a horny leer. "Yeah, baby, suck that meat."
Pat dutifully sucked away, applying hard swift pleasure to his oozing stiff cock. Brock's eyes rolled wildly, and then he gave a long hoarse moan and began jerking his cock frantically back and forth over her hot slick little tongue. Pat felt a huge blast of hot wet juice filling her mouth and throat. She was surprised and a little shocked – she hadn't expected him to come in her mouth. But she dutifully swallowed the whole steamy-hot load of his jism.
"You're a fantastic piece of ass, honey," he told her later as they got dressed. "I think you and I are gonna get along just fine."
Pat had those words to comfort her as she drove home, but she couldn't help feeling ashamed and guilty about the wanton way she'd behaved with Brock. Yet what choice did she have if she wanted to keep her job and win the affection of her boss? She felt committed to pleasing Brock, to doing anything he asked of her.
At home she peeked into Trish's room and saw that the girl was sleeping soundly. Pat breathed a sigh of relief. She felt so glad that her pretty little daughter would never have to go through what her mother was experiencing, that Trish would never have to endure guilt and humiliation to keep a job and win a man.
"I'll make everything just right for you, sweetheart," she whispered to the sleeping girl, "just as soon as Brock and I are married…"