She made up her mind that she would show him this time that she wouldn't give in to his captivating gaze, his muscular tan physique, his super-cool manners. But even as the weak-willed secretary was telling herself that she was going to resist him this time, Mary found her fingers tracing patterns in Pat's thick chest hair. Her hand was rubbing in ever-widening circles, moving lower and lower, until her fingertips were at the elastic barrier of his boxer shorts.

"Take my cock out, baby," Pat commanded her. "Let's see if you still know what to do with a thick hard cock."

Mary groaned and told herself once more that she wouldn't, but her hand proved to be a greedy, five-fingered traitor. It slipped under the stretchy band and pushed downward. In moments, Pat's big throbbing dick was in her clutching fingers, and the shorts were on their way down as her other hand began tugging at the waistband.

"That's it, honey, stroke my prick," Pat whispered in a gloating tone. "Make that fucker hard as a rock, so I can ram it right up your wet little cunt. Use your mouth on me… don't be a tease."

The head of her boss' wide cock appeared over the top of his shorts just as he was urging her to put her lips to it, and something gave way inside Mary. She felt all warm and shivery inside, especially in her hollow, aching cunt, and the hot-blooded secretary just had to do what he wanted.

Mary's practically dived into Pat's lap, and her hand tore at his waistband as her lips closed over the tip of his big cock. The eager girl's wet mouth began a long, satisfying slide that didn't end until her lips were against the base of her boss' prick and his wiry pubic hair was pressed into her nose.

"Ahhhhhhh, that's the Mary I know and love!" Pat chuckled. "Now use that sweet tongue. Lick my cock. Get it so stiff I'll fuck your ever-livin' guts out with it."

Mary murmured hotly around the mouth filling cock and began swiping at it with her slippery tongue. She moved her tight lips up and down the hot shaft, licking as she went.