She walked to him and started undoing his zipper.
His pudgy hands crept around her body. He started fondling every place he could reach. She didn't like the warmth that she suddenly felt between her thighs. She didn't want to seem turned on to this fat man, but her body was betraying her.
"Ummm," he said. "You must like that. You're getting a little wet between your legs."
She got his zipper undone and she reached inside his trousers for his fat prick. He was huge. She couldn't believe it. A fat man with a really fat prick!
She knew she had lost the battle to keep from being turned on. She was already imagining what that big prick was going to feel like.
"God, you're nice," he said. "You're so soft and silken and you feel so good. I bet you can really throw a fuck at a man."
He continued to talk softly to her, using all the dirty words he knew.
She tried to ignore his voice as she concentrated on his beautiful prick. She slipped it out of his trousers and gave it an admiring glance.
He really did have a beautiful cock, capped with a monstrous red crown that already glistened with a spot of white. She wrapped her hot fingers around the stem and started to massage him. She felt his excitement and his impatience. He was ready to fuck her.
"Where?" she asked.
"Bend over the desk," he said. "That's how I like it. With your ass in the air and that beautiful cunt-hole just waiting for my cock. But give it a little kiss first."
She bent her head and touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. She tasted his salty jism. She opened her lips and captured the crown of his beautiful cock in her mouth. He gave a low moan.
"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "Ahh, that's fine. Run your mouth up and down my cock."
She didn't want him to come before she was able to get that beautiful cock in her cunt, but she remembered that she was getting paid for this. She wasn't supposed to get a lot of pleasure from it.
She opened her lips wider and took the stem of his cock into her throat. She felt the huge cock-head expanding inside her throat and she knew he was going to come.
He surprised her. He jerked his cock back at the last moment.
"On the desk," he said. "I want you up on the goddamned desk. Now!"
His voice had grown rougher and she thought she understood why. He was one of those men who wanted to see women humiliated. Perhaps his wife gave him a hard time at home and he took it out on the women he hired.
She really wasn't in a position to mind anything he wanted to do.
She allowed herself to be pushed into the position that he wanted her in. She was face down on the desk, her titties mashed flat by the cold metal. She felt his hand stroking her hair.