"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…"
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning Trish crept into the Tango Club by the back entrance, wanting to make sure her mother didn't see her. An encounter with Pat would blow everything. Trish loved her new job. The work wasn't all that hard, she got to wear that adorable little pink costume, and best of all, she could be near Brock Spalding.
When she arrived for her second night of work, Brock was right there in the kitchen talking to the chef. "Hi there, gorgeous," he said to Trish, giving her a little pat on the ass.
"Hello, Brock," the girl said shyly.
She hurried off to the employee's bathroom to change into her costume. Her heart was pounding. No doubt about it, she was getting a heavy crush on the handsome owner of the Tango Club. She couldn't help fantasizing about how great it would be if Brock returned her affection, how glamorous it would be if they were married.
But Brock Spalding had something much more concrete on his mind. When Trish returned to the kitchen, looking delectable in her skimpy skin-tight costume, Brock maneuvered her into a corner where no one could overhear them. Again Trish's heart fluttered as the sexy dark-haired club owner spoke to her.
"Honey, I'd like you to come to my office as soon as you're finished working tonight," he said with a grin.
"Oh, gosh, I hope I'm not doing anything wrong," Trish said. "It's only my second night, Brock. I'm trying hard, I really am."
Brock tilted her chin up and gave her a little peck on the nose. "Your work's fine, baby," he said. "I just want to be alone with you, you dig?"
Trish blushed furiously. After a night of reflection, she knew she'd gone way too far with Brock when they made love. She knew a girl wasn't supposed to sacrifice her virginity to a near stranger. But something about the man made her unable to resist him. She felt, that hot excitement in her pussy again.
"All right, Brock," she said meekly, "I'll be there."
He went off smiling. Trish didn't know it, and neither did Pat, but Brock Spalding was having the sexual adventure of his life. He'd been around, he'd had all kinds of women; but never before had he fucked a mother and daughter. It blew his mind. And he meant to make the most of the situation, knowing both women were infatuated with him.
Trish worked at clearing away dishes in the dining room for several hours. She didn't work as long as Pat did, arriving later and leaving earlier in order to avoid running into her mother. By midnight her work was over. She changed back into her jeans and jersey, then nervously made her way to Brock's office.
Brock was at his desk, taking a phone call, and he signaled Trish to sit and wait. She perched anxiously on the edge of the leather couch, wondering exactly what Brock wanted of her. He'd said he wanted to be alone with her. Surely that meant that he cared for her? Trish prayed it was true. She wanted so much to have him fall in love with her.