of him. As she picked it up, their hands brushed and an electric shock ran through their bodies. He drained the coffee.
'Perfect, as always, Amanda, but coffee isn't what I really want this morning.'
'No?' she asked, knowingly.
'You, Amanda,' he said, getting up and coming around his desk. 'It's always been you. You must know that. You must feel it. Here. Feel it.' He took her hand in his and guided it down to his crotch. His cock was huge and was throbbing like a jack hammer. 'It's beating faster than my heart, Amanda.'
'Why, Catch, I…'
'Eyes, what marvelous eyes,' he said, as he clamped his perfect white teeth down over the top of her frames and pulled them off. He deftly caught them with his bare hand and tossed them into the chair. 'Rose colored lenses aren't meant for people like us, Amanda. We know what we want, don't we?'
'Why, Mr. Callahan-Catch, have you been drinking?'
'Drinking? No! But drunk, yes. Drunk with lust! I have an aching, burning need for you, Amanda. A man's need for a woman. I want to stick my pulsating prick into your quivering slit.'
'Oh, Catch,' she sighed.
'It is quivering, isn't it, Amanda?' He ran his giant hand down over the front of her body and pressed the palm of it against her vagina. He could feel the heat burning through her dress and a certain twitching movement. 'It is quivering.'
'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.
She cried out with urgent need. 'Catch,' and thrust her hips upward. He unsnapped her skirt and pulled it down over her legs. Miss Tyne kicked off her high heels and let the skirt drop to the floor.
Catch seized her garter belt and pulled it loose, then he slid the tips of his fingers under her right stocking. He slowly began pulling it from her leg, massaging her flesh as he did. Almost daintily, he dropped it to the floor and repeated the action on the left leg. He straightened up and surveyed her curvaceous form. She had nothing on except sheer bikini panties and what he had on was obvious. He leaned against the edge of the desk. His huge, hot cudgel pressed against her thigh.
'Don't, don't,' she said weakly.
He smiled at her. His smile was wicked. He meant to have his way. Catch lowered his head and nuzzled his face between her legs, breathing in the soft fragrance of her cunt. He bared his teeth and began tearing away bits of her panties until they lay about her in shreds and she was exposed. She slid her hand down to her crotch to try to hide her nakedness, but he grabbed her by the wrist and began rubbing the head of his cock over her palm. Moisture oozed out of the head of his dick and he coated her palm with a clear, sticky fluid.
As if in a trance she began fondling his cock and the more she felt it, the more she knew she couldn't resist.
'This is wrong, Catch.'
He threw back his head and laughed. When he brought it down he buried it between her legs. He kissed and licked each pubic hair separately and then with his large, rough fingers he parted the lips of her cunt. He worked his face from side to side, licking and chewing her vaginal folds. Then his lips parted and his tongue came out stiff and searching. He found the opening of her pussy with the tip of it and began flicking it in and out with rapid movements. Miss Tyne cried out again, babbling a stream of impassioned whispers in English and high school Spanish.
He pulled his tongue back out of her pussy and trailed the tip of it across her clitoris. Miss Tyne threw her feet up into the air. He put his hands on her thighs and held them apart, then he inched his tongue into her vulva and titillated her clitoris with hard quick touches.
Miss Tyne screamed, 'have mercy, Catch! Please, have mercy!'
'To hell with mercy. I'm having you, Amanda.' His words were muffled by her vaginal folds.
Then he raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were bright and glowing like pieces of mother of pearl. His face was flushed and drawn with passion, his lips parted, moist, and his breath coming in ragged gasps.
'We need each other, Amanda. You know that, don't you?'
'No!'
'Know in the biblical sense?'
With that he savagely thrust his forefinger into the soft moist membranes of her cunt. She started to writhe, but he pushed her back down on the desk and held her fast with his free hand while he massaged her swollen breasts. His fingertip found her clitoris. It had become as hard as a peanut.
'We can't, Catch.'
He grinned cruelly. 'Can, Catch! Catch as Catch can.' His finger continued its probing. It was joined by another and yet another. 'Mmmmm, nice and tight.'
'But my reputation,' she pleaded.
'Don't hand me that, Amanda. You are a woman of the world. I knew it as soon as I saw you. He withdrew his three fingers from her cunt and stuck them in his mouth.
'Finger-lickin' good!'
Miss Tyne was aghast-and delighted-by his crudity.
'I-do-want-you-Catch,' she said hesitantly, and squeezed his thick shaft of flesh.
'I'll give it to you as soon as you suck me, Amanda.'
He climbed on the desk and straddled her face and jammed his muscular buttocks down against her overripe breasts. She started to shake her head. He slapped her soundly on either cheek. His blows stung her face, but she obediently opened her mouth. He pressed the head of his cock against her glistening lips and forced to open wide. Slowly his prick entered the hot stricture of her mouth. Miss Tyne closed her lips around his cock and began sucking, moving her head back and forth, a few inches at a time. He grabbed her roughly by the back of her head and forced her mouth down on more of it. She gagged slightly and tears formed in her eyes. He began bucking his hips forward, fucking her down the throat. She struggled, but could not move.
Finally she relaxed and gave into his demands. She found that she was enjoying it. He released her head and allowed her to take up the rhythm and placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her reveling at the sight and sensation of Miss Tyne sucking his cock. He watched with fascination as the thick shaft of his cock disappeared between her beautiful lips.
'You do that well, Amanda, but then, you've wanted to do it for a long time.'
'Yes, yes,' she answered, but her voice was garbled by the immense prick in her throat. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked at her. Her lips were damp and shining with saliva.
