Patty Parker stood outside the tall office building, gathering her nerve. She hadn't looked for a job in years, but now that she was widowed and left without a dime, she didn't have a choice. She had to get a job, and fast.
The problem was, Patty had no skills. She was young, pretty, blonde, and had a fantastic body, but that was it. Ten years before, just out of high school, she'd gone job hunting, and she'd ended up marrying the first guy who interviewed her, Carl Parker, a wealthy older man. So she really hadn't had to develop any job skills.
Now Patty was sorry that she'd never trained for any line of work, but it was too late for that. She needed work right away. She'd just have to bluff at her interviews. The sales company of Henry Clark, Inc. wanted a receptionist, and she figured she could handle that, if she could just get past the interview.
Patty took a deep breath and entered the building. As she walked to the elevator, she noticed many good-looking men coming in and out, and for a moment she forgot her worries about a job. Since Carl's sudden death a few weeks ago, she'd been free to make love with men her own age, free to fuck as many guys as she wanted. She'd been too busy to take advantage of that freedom yet, but she was looking forward to it.
She'd loved Carl, and they'd had a pretty good sex life, even though he was old enough to be her grandfather. But now Patty was eager to fuck with some young bunks. After all, she was still young herself, still in her twenties. And, marrying so young, she'd never sown her wild oats.
Carl was the only man she'd ever fucked. She was burning with curiosity to know what it was like with other men. The young widow was very horny. She'd been almost a month without sex now, and it was really getting to her. But before she could do anything about that, she reminded herself, she had to find work.
As she rode the elevator up to the tenth floor, she wondered what had possessed Carl to leave all his money to the Humane Society. He must have figured that Patty was young and healthy and could take care of herself – but she wished he had at least left her money for some job training. She felt as helpless as one of those abandoned kittens or puppies that Carl was so concerned about.
She stepped off the elevator and faced a frosted glass door lettered: "Henry Clark, Inc." She swallowed hard, took another deep breath, and entered. She found herself face to face with a grim-looking older woman who glared at her.
"Yes?" the woman barked. "What can I do for you?"
"I've come to interview for the receptionist's job," Patty said.
The woman looked scornful, but she stood up and said: "Oh, very well, follow me. I'll take you to Mr. Clark, the company president."
They left the anteroom and entered the main room, full of open cubicles with desks and phones. There wasn't another woman in the place. To Patty's delight, it was an all-male sales force, and the men were very attractive. Many of them smiled at her and looked her over appreciatively.
At the back of the room was an imposing oak door labeled: "President."
The grim old receptionist knocked at the door, then opened it and announced: "Mr. Clark, someone to interview far the job."
She let Patty into the room, then left. Patty found herself looking at a little bald guy in his late fifties seated behind an enormous desk. He looked Patty over like she was dessert, almost licking his chops. His gaze lingered on her gorgeous big tits. Finally he pulled himself together.
"Your name, please?" he said.
"Patty Parker," she said with her most dazzling smile.
"Please sit down, Miss Parker," Henry Clark said, indicating a chair very close to his.
Patty decided not to tell him that she was really "Mrs." She sat down and faced him, hiking her skirt up a little to show off her nice long legs. She obviously wasn't going to win this job on the basis of skills, so she hoped her looks would do the work for her. Mr. Clark looked her over again, and it was clear that he liked what he saw.
"Your previous work history, Miss Parker?" he said.
"This will be my first job, Mr. Clark," Patty told him. "I was married fourteen years, and my husband recently died. I need work."
"And what skills do you have?" he asked. "Typing, filing, bookkeeping, shorthand?"
Patty blushed hard. There was no getting around it. "I'm afraid I have no job training, Mr. Clark," she confessed. "But I need a job badly and I'm willing to work hard and learn."
Henry Clark sighed loudly. "Damn," he muttered, "I'd love to have you replace that old relic, Miss Graves. You just met her. She's retiring, and we're looking for her replacement. You can imagine what it's been like, looking at her for the past decade or so. Somebody like you would lift a lot of spirits. But I'm sorry, Miss Parker – I can't hire you if you have no job training for the job."
Patty's heart sank. She could see now that it was going to be this way at every interview. The boss would like her looks and be very attracted to her, but he wouldn't hire her, not unless she came up with a different approach. Patty thought fast, then decided to take a desperate chance.
"I didn't say I have no skills at all, Mr. Clark," she putted.
She stood up and started to undress. As she worked the buttons of her blouse, Clark sat up very straight in his chair and his eyes widened. Patty removed her blouse and draped it over her chair. Clark ogled the fully packed cups of her lacy bra, then pressed a button on his phone and lifted the receiver.
"Miss Graves, hold all calls," he instructed. He hung up and watched as Patty unzipped her skin and slipped it off. She had gorgeous long legs, tan and shapely. She kicked off her shoes and skinned out of her pantyhose. She paraded before the boss in matching lace bra and panties. Clark was getting flushed in the face and very excited.
Facing him, Patty reached around and unhooked her bra. She let the delicate garment fall to the carpeted floor. Clark licked his lips as he studied her big thrusting tits. They were the size of big honeydew melons, round and heavy, yet high-riding tits.
Patty knew she had gorgeous tits. Carl had never been able to keep his hands off them. Now she moved in a little closer to Clark to give him a better view of the creamy tit flesh and large light-pink nipples. She could feel his hot breath on her sensitive tits.
Swallowing hard, he reached out and hoisted her heavy hot tits, as if testing dick weight and seeing if they were for real. He started molding and squeezing her tits. It was the first time she'd been touched by a man in over a month, and Patty felt a sudden rush of lust that left her hot and trembling.
Clark used his thumbs to tease her big cone shaped nipples into long rigid nubs. Patty felt molten cream starting to leak from her hungry cunt, moistening her panties. She needed a man worse than had thought. Henry Clark was old enough to be her father, skinny and bald, but he was turning her on.
It didn't matter how he looked. He was a man, he wanted her, and that was all that counted. Patty reminded herself that she was here was to get that receptionist's job, but was hard to keep that in mind. All she could think about was the raging need in her starved pussy.
Grinning, she drew beck, casing her heavy hot tits from Clark's grasp. Standing just out of reach, she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching the lacy garment downward. She did it slowly and teasingly, while Clark leaned forward in his chair to watch.
She inched the panties down till the first golden pussy curls popped into view, then abruptly turned her back on the gawking employer. She pulled the panties down over the small perfect globes of her ass. She let him look for a second, then whirled to face him again.
Now she drew the panties down over the small golden triangle of her cunt bush, then let them slither down her legs. She kicked them away and stood naked before the dignified company president, Henry Clark. His Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he studied her magnificent young body. To Patty's delight, she noticed a growing bulge at his fly.
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."