"M-Mr. Huston," the still half-frightened job developer managed to sigh. "What… what if someone comes in?" Huston stopped the exquisite tongue job for only a moment.
"No one had better," the horny ad man mumbled. "If that dumb bitch of a secretary of mine stumbles in now, then I'll be hiring two of your girls!"
The agency owner pushed Jennifer back on the couch and planted his lips back on her heaving tit once more. The lovely blonde didn't want to seem too easy to this insistent, eminently eligible young, she hoped bachelor, but his mouth tugging at her sensitive titty flesh and the booze swirling around in her confused brain made it all too wonderful to resist.
Huston's hands were at Jennifer's waist now, undoing her belt and skirt and pulling at both the skirt and her tight pantyhose. The stubborn material came down slowly, giving Huston a teasing, provocative view of Jennifer's trim waist and full, luscious hips. Her skin was white as carved alabaster and smooth as the proverbial baby's bottom.
The impatient agency owner grew even more excited by the tantalizing pace, and he gave a huge tug just as Jennifer was raising her hips up off the couch. The pantyhose and skirt came down all the way to the blonde Goddess' knees, and Huston was staring directly into the fluted furls of Jennifer's smallish, coral colored pussy-mouth…
"Oh, now that's nice!" Patrick Huston marveled aloud. "So red and juicy and utterly edible."
Jennifer blushed all the way down to her uncovered tits in spite of herself. She had been eaten many times in her twenty-seven years, but no one had ever waxed so eloquent about her cunt before dipping his tongue in for a taste. And Jennifer could never remember wanting anybody to stick his mouth on her pussy as badly as she wanted Patrick Huston. The more he admired her statuesque body, the more she wanted, him to think of her as somebody really special.
Huston's head was moving downward. He had shucked off the detectable teacher's pantyhose and skirt completely by now, and flicked off her shoes. His tongue moved in a lazy, cunt-exciting line down the half-naked woman's belly. The licking muscle wet down Jennifer's golden pussy-curls until they were a sodden mass of dark tangles.
His tickling tongue parted the matted fur and edged into the topmost part of Jennifer's gleaming-with-need cunt. Huston tongued the teacher's shiny red clitoris. The tip of his well trained tongue flicked out and lifted the tiny bead slightly, circling all around it before leaving her clit to return to her pussy-hole.
"Ughhhhhhh!" Jennifer groaned, her ass hopping off the couch as though a griddle had been turned, on beneath her.
Waves of hot pleasure rolled through the young teacher's throbbing clitty as Patrick Huston's tongue found it again and again. The agency owner's lips fastened around Jennifer's pussy-mouth, and he sucked the hot juice from her swollen cunt as he stabbed at her burning clitoris.
"Oh, ohhhh,ohhhhhh!" Jennifer howled louder and louder as the tonguing got faster and the suction grew more fierce on her splashing cunt.
"In… in me!" the golden haired woman pleaded, her growing lust gaining control over her reluctance to beg for it. "Stick… stick your hot tongue inside me, please!"
Patrick Huston was in no hurry. He continued to mouth the pleading girl's steamy cunt just as he pleased for what seemed to Jennifer a heart-pounding eternity. His tongue toyed with her clit and licked all around her distended cunt lips and his mouth bestowed warm, lip-smacking kisses up and down her pussy, drinking in her boiling pussy-juice.
"Ahhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh God!" Jennifer was whining and shoving her cunt up off the couch. Fuck me! Fuck me with your long, hot tongue! Please… please give it to me.
Just as Huston's zipper was reaching the bottom and his fingers were working the clasp loose on his trousers, there came a loud insistent knock on the locked office door.
"Mr. Huston, Mr. Huston, there's an urgent call for you. Long distance, from Mr. Stevenson."
Jennifer recognized the voice of the short, extremely attractive secretary who had announced that Mr. Huston would finally see her a half-hour before. The girl sounded angry, as though she knew perfectly well what was going on between Jennifer and her boss, and didn't care for it a bit.
Struggling back into her clothes in seconds, Jennifer was up off the couch and smoothing her blonde hair back into place as Huston nodded to her and opened the door. The short redheaded secretary burst into the room breathlessly, looking around as if searching for evidence to confirm her suspicions.
There was none to find, except for Jennifer's slightly flushed face and the lingering faint smell of her cunt juice near the couch. The secretary glared at the blonde intruder before turning back toward her boss.
"I'm sorry to disturb your meeting, sir, but you have been trying to get through to Mr. Stevenson in New York for two days, now, and you did leave instructions to reach you as soon as he called," the pretty freckle-face redhead breathed excitedly. "I tried your intercom, but it seemed to be off."
Huston nodded grimly, his displeasure etched on his handsome face like storm clouds on the horizon. He held his temper in cheek, however, obviously knowing his secretary had him in a corner he couldn't get out of without countermanding his previous orders.
"Uh, I'll run along now, Mr. Huston, so you can take your call," Jennifer said brightly, disappointed to the core but damned if she would give the other girl the satisfaction of showing it. "I'll try to have some of my better students here for you to interview by the end of the week, and I certainly look forward to dropping by and monitoring their progress with you from time to time. Good day."
Jennifer shot the secretary a triumphant look as she said the part about dropping by. The tall blonde was careful to swing her hips in a way that was both ladylike and sensuous as she left the office and closed the door behind her.
CHAPTER TWO
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.