For a week Miss Graves struggled to teach Patty all the office machines and duties. Patty didn't know anything, and it was obvious that she'd never be as good at the job as Miss. Graves.
But the president of the company insisted on hiring her, so the older woman did her best to train the new girl.
While they worked, Patty watched the attractive salesman coming in and out of the reception area, and she got hornier by the second.
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.
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."