Robert Vickers - Breaking in the new girl

The sexy woman clamped down as hard as she could with her well-toned stomach muscles until she thought she could tell exactly where the blue vein on the man's cock was. She twisted her hips slightly and felt the massive purple hood on his hard prick expand, inside her. There was no doubt in her mind that Peter was going to give her the fucking of her young life.

The water pelting down on her back awakened sleeping nerves. She found herself breathing harder and harder until she was gasping for breath. Water got into her nostrils. She blew it out in a quick, gusty spume.

"Peter, cram it hard into my cunt. Give me every Goddamn inch of that hard prick of yours as hard as you can!"

The man straightened his bent legs and lifted her off the floor. His cock shot even deeper into her churning cunt. Caroline felt a surge of pain as Peter's mighty battering ram of hard prick slammed into her cervix. The stab of pain ebbed and left nothing but sheer ecstasy.

This was what she needed. She'd been working the long hours, was tired and frustrated. She wasn't sure if she was doing her job competently or not. She thought so, but the stress of coping with the station manager caused Caroline to doubt her own abilities. This was exactly what she needed to reassure her: a man's hands rotating her asscheeks around and around, a hairy chest rubbing against her sensitive tits, a cock plunging all the way up her hungry cunt.

"Ready for more?" her boyfriend asked. He didn't even wait for her to moan out an answer. He was already moving. His legs bent slightly and his hard prick slid slickly from her twat. When only her pussy lips kissed his cock, Peter stopped.

An upward surge shot his cock the full eight inches into her cunt. And it lifted her off the floor again with the power of the thrust.

"Aieeeee!" Caroline screamed, no longer caring about anything else in the whole, wide world. Her passions demanded venting. She had to scream out her desires. She flung her head back as she shoved her hips downward to take even more of Peter's mighty hard prick up her pussy. Flames lapped at her cunt and made her come totally alive. When the man's cock retreated from its hot berth, a powerful vacuum formed in her snatch.

An emptiness like that had to be filled. The young blonde girl clamped down with her fingers and drew a sudden flash of red blood from the man's shoulders. She braced herself against him, sobbing out her passions. The constant flood of water from the shower immediately carried away the traces of blood she had caused to flow.

The man's cock shot back into that hollowness between her legs. Again, he was surrounded by the walls of the blonde girl's softly yielding cunt. Softness, warmth and a tightness he had never found in a woman's pussy before assailed him and tried to rob him of his jism.

He withdrew and the re-entry was with a corkscrew wing spiral motion that drilled even deeper into the woman's tight, juicy twat. He only vaguely realized what he was doing now. His body had taken over control from his brain.

Balls burning, his already hard prick slowly expanding with the extra blood pounding into it, the man found himself in a sexual wonderland. He drove up hard and fast. The tempo of his stroking increased. He shoved his cock into the sexy woman's pussy again and again until his fucking became machine-like.

The blonde girl threw back her head and screamed out her lust.

"Unghhhhhhh!"

Her entire body exploded like dynamite. Brilliant lights dazzled her eyes, made her ears ring, caused her body to tingle all over, like she'd shoved her finger into an electric light socket.

She came down from the pinnacle of her come to feel Peter's cock fucking harder and faster than ever into her cunt. Again she was bombarded with the wondrously intense sensations of orgasm. Her cunt convulsed with delight and she clamped down powerfully on her boyfriend's trapped hard prick.

The man had reached his limits of endurance. He felt the sudden rush of come along his cock. One second, Peter fought to keep from creaming all over the gyrating woman's snatch and the next he lost his battle and erupted into her clutching pussy.

As orgasm slashed across her senses again, the young blonde girl's cunt grabbed so tight on the man's hard prick that he thought he was plugged into a milking machine. His cock was sucked dry by the intense pressure up and down his entire length.

All too soon for both of them, the savage grip of climax faded. They stood under the blast of the shower for long minutes, saying nothing. They clutched at each other's slippery, naked body with passionate tenderness until Peter reached over and shut off the water.

"It… I was actually able to forget what happened, Peter. Oh, you're so good. And so good to me," she sighed, clinging to his slick body. And then Caroline found herself telling him everything, about how she'd gotten turned on by Dwight Bryon and had sucked him off, how he had fucked her up the ass, how he'd tied her and raped her, how he demanded her sexual services after every weather forecast. Caroline held nothing back.

And she found it wasn't so bad after all. Peter Caldwell actually understood.

"This isn't going to work, Peter," the blonde woman said nervously. She licked her chapped lips and wondered if there was anything in the world that would work for her. "Let me just quit. That'd get him off my back."

"You mean get you off your back," said Peter grimly. "No, this has to be a battle. We have to fight – and we have to win. We can't let cocksuckers like Bryon get away with anything. If he wins this time, he'll pull the same shit on some other girl. That weathergirl position seems like it was made for this kind of abuse."

Caroline had to agree. Only the inexperienced would ever even think of taking a weathergirl's job with a television station. There was no real glamour involved, nothing but work – and the promise of the station manager's long, hard cock.

"You're right. I guess. But it scares me. I mean really scares me."

"I know," her boyfriend said, pulling her into the protecting circle of his arms. "But together we'll whip him. Wait and see."

"Going through with this seems so…"

"Just think of it like the FBI trapping those congressmen. If they hadn't been willing to do something illegal, they wouldn't've gotten caught, right? If Bryon hadn't been banging you like he had been, we wouldn't be planning this, would we?"

"No," she said in a weak voice.

"Be brave. Try to enjoy what you're going to do. And remember we're going to nail that slimy bastard's balls to the wall. Keep that in mind – just this one time."

"You're right, Peter. Just this one time." And Caroline actually felt better. She warmed inside and almost quivered with anticipation of feeling Dwight Bryon's prick inside her tight pussy once more.

For the last time, she hoped. For the very last time.

Caroline finished with her weather report, almost shuddering when she said: "And again tomorrow, it'll be hot and wet. Good weather for ducks." The blonde woman almost slipped and said "fucks" but managed to catch herself in time.

The cameraman signaled she was off the air and the sexy young girl heaved a deep sigh of relief. And then came Bryon like an avenging angel. She read the anger in his eyes and tried to run. She only got a couple steps before he caught her. He spun her around, his fingers gliding out to the collar of her blouse. He dipped down the neckline and grabbed. With a savage jerk, he sent the buttons skittering to all corners of the room. Her naked tits bobbed into view.

"Dwight! You can't do this! Not out in public like this!"

"I can and I will. You're fucking up and I'll do any damn thing with you I want! It's my right, dammit!"