"Oh, yes, yesssssss," she hissed through her teeth.

He roughly took her in his arms and pressed his chest against her full, lush breasts. "We've had this date from the beginning, Amanda." He swept her up in his arms and swung her legs across his desk using them to clear it of papers and the empty coffee cup and saucer.

"Oh, Catch, the Spode!" she exclaimed.

"Fuck the china! I want to fuck you, Amanda Tyne. Fuck you like there's no tomorrow."

He laid her down on top of his expanse of desk and tore off the jacket of his suit. He was so anxious that he ripped the buttons off his shirt. He kicked off his Gucci loafers and knelt down to pull off his socks. Then he stood up, a look of triumph on his face, as he began to unbuckle his belt.

Her heart was pounding like a wave breaking on a shore.

Ziiiiiiiip!

As she turned her head toward him, her fingertips covering her eyes, she could hear him breathing heavily like a bull in heat. When at last she parted her fingertips, she gasped.

Hanging between Catch's legs was the largest cock she had ever seen, extra thick and nearly ten inches long. The gigantic flared head bobbed about as if it had a life of its own. Beneath his cock hung two huge balls which resembled two apples in a chamois bag. He began walking toward her, his cock leading the way. She thought she was going to faint.

"Let's see those big beautiful tits, woman." He grabbed hold of her sheer blouse and ripped it from her body. His nostrils flared, his eyes glazed like a crazed man, he bent his head low, seized the offending bra and bit clean through the piece of material which held the two cups in place. Her breasts fell free and he attacked them, taking them both in his gigantic hands, he began to massage and knead them, pausing to pinch her rosy nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Her nipples sprang erect and became as hard as uncut diamonds.