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.
Finally Brock hung up and grinned at her. 'How'd the work go tonight?' he said. 'I hope you're not too tired.'
'Oh, it went fine, Brock,' Trish said hastily. 'I'm not tired at all.'
'Good,' he said, getting up from behind his desk. 'Why don't you take off your clothes, baby, and we'll have a little fun together.'
Trish hung her head. Now she understood all too well that he wanted to ball her, but she just didn't know if it was right. She knew her mother would have been horrified – but did Pat always know best? Trish wanted Brock urgently, plus there was always the chance that her cooperation would lead to marriage, to all the wealth and security that she and Pat would ever need.
When Trish didn't reply, Brock stepped up close to her and said, 'Hey, what's the matter, honey? You change your mind about the job?'
'Oh, no, Brock,' the girl said quickly. 'I love working here.'
'Well, then, you better get undressed,' he said, 'because I don't have all night. You remember what I said, Trish – if you're gonna work here, you gotta please the boss.'
Trish felt a little annoyed at the way he ordered her around, but at least his little speech had helped her make up her mind. It was either ball the boss or lose her job, and she had no intention of leaving the Tango Club. It offered her too much-good wages and the chance to know Brock Spalding a lot better. She'd just have to forget about what her mother might think.
'All right, Brock,' Trish said, blushing slightly.
She kicked off her sneakers and then pulled off her tight little jersey. Standing nearby, Brock began to undress, too, but he never took his eyes off her adorable figure. Trish removed her bra, and he ogled her superb round little tits and their tiny pink nipples. Then the girl unzipped her jeans and skinned out of them.
In just her little blue lace panties, Trish was a sight calculated to drive any man wild. Brock still thought she wasn't as spectacularly beautiful as her mother, but she was certainly a sexy and lovely little chick. He watched hungrily as the girl slipped out of her panties, revealing the delicate golden muff of her bush.
'There, Brock,' she sighed. 'Now what do you want me to do?'
Brock grinned smugly. He just couldn't help it. He knew now that he had both mother and daughter in his power, that the two women would do anything in the world to please him. Of course neither had any idea that the other was in love with him. He could use both women to his heart's content, both Pat's stunning beauty and Trish's
