Robert Vickers - Breaking in the new girl

"Now do you want the job?" he asked. "You cocksucker, you Goddamn cocksucking motherfucking son of a bitch!" he ranted. But things changed inside her. She needed this job. She needed it badly. And she had actually lusted after Dwight Bryon while he was doing those awful things to her. She'd enjoyed it!

"The job?" he repeated.

"I want it," Caroline. Saunders said, sobbing softly.

The man began untying her.

"By the way, Caroline," said Dwight Bryon, "I meant you have the job – if you go through another audition."

"What?" The blonde woman was stunned. "But you just said – you lied!"

"Not really," the grey-haired man said, an evil leer on his face. "I said you had the job. I just didn't get the chance to finish the sentence. You have the job – if you go through another audition."

"I don't understand," Caroline said. But she understood only too well. Bryon was using her. He was playing with her, turning her into the mouse in his cat-and-mouse game. He'd tied her up and fucked her and then done something even crueler. He had given her hope and then snatched it away.

"The owner of the station wants another take. He said you looked wooden. A little too nervous for him. But I can talk him into hiring you. If you still want the job."

Caroline did. She hadn't tome this far and taken all this abuse for nothing. She had to have the job. She needed the money. And letting Dwight Bryon get by with his raping ways irritated her more than words could say. She'd go through hell now to land the job.

"Let's get out there and get on with it." She finished getting dressed, her pussy still sore from the way he'd rammed both his cock and candle into her. She cringed a little at the feel of her seared inner thighs, then used the pain to focus her hatred onto the man. And to think she'd been turned on by him yesterday. He'd seemed so distinguished, so dignified. Now she knew better.

Caroline quickly left the office, not allowing Bryon to open the door for her. Peter stood outside in the waiting room, and expectant look on his face.

"I have to go through one more audition," she said, speaking before he could.

She watched her boyfriend's face fall. She wondered what he'd do if he learned what had actually gone on in Bryon's office. Maybe kill the son of a bitch. But Caroline didn't want Peter doing anything like that; she had her own ax to grind now. She was the one who was going to have to cope with Bryon and his sexual advances.

Caroline went through the audition, a cold hatred searing her insides. But this removed her nervousness. All the time she was telling about how the snow was coming down from the north she was thinking of things to do to Dwight Bryon. And this take was good enough for the cameraman to give her a thumbs-up signal as soon as the red light on the camera faded to black.

"You were great, honey," exclaimed Peter, coming to her. He took the blonde woman in his arms and soundly kissed her. "They have to give you the job now, right?"

"Caroline and I will have to discuss it again," said Dwight Bryon, coming over and giving Caroline the look that meant she was going to have to put out for the man again. But she was past caring. This time she was going to enjoy it – and this time she was going to get the job.

"Your office again – alone?" she asked, almost letting the cynicism overwhelm her. Peter stared at her and started to speak. She silenced him with a slight pressure on his arm.

"Of course," said Bryon, smiling broadly. "We won't be long this time."

"No, we won't," said Caroline. "He doesn't have it in him… to make you wait very long, Peter."

Peter watched them go into the office again, his forehead furrowed nito a frown. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea what it could be. Broron closed the door on his questioning stare.

"So?" asked Caroline. "Do I get the job?"

"I think you know the conditions for your getting the job," said Bryon, pulling her closer to him. He quickly pulled down his zipper and let his hard length leap out between them.

"Here, huh?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking cock.

Licking her lips slowly, she felt the surge of desire in her loins that doomed her. Bryon wasn't the sort of man she normally fucked, but this was different. Just thinking about what he had done to her before got her strangely hot. She hated him – and yet she lusted after his prick. Now she needed that cock inside her pussy, fucking her for a long as possible to let her off. She had gotten horny thinking about what he'd done. She could come with Dwight Bryon's cock in her juicy cunt.

"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks.

She sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down harder, he crushed her boobs flat against her chest. The pain was offset by the more intense pleasure she felt.

She shuddered as both nipples sprang to rock-hard erections from the way his hands dragged over those rubbery nubbins. The young girl felt her excited heart beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her tits. They welled and the nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.

He skinned off her blouse. Harsh fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. The pain lanced into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.

Bryon kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and driving into her dank oral cavern. His tongue duelled erotically with hers. All the while he was exploring her mouth with his cock-hard, questing tongue, he was pinching and fondling her tits.

Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth and started to suck on it.

"Ummmm, God! Oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed out. "I need you fucking me. Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"

She reached down and found his hard, hot shaft of cock. It pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get it snugly berthed inside her pussy. The woman had to feel its entire length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasures she knew it could generate in her tender young body.

Caroline perched her butt on the edge of the desk. His hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise of his cock fucking her cunt.

The blonde woman groaned as he began skinning off her tight skirt. He peeled it past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh as he moved the jeans downward. When he allowed them to drop free around her ankles, she started to kick it off.

"Don't," Bryon cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like that."

She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her skirt down around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together. She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even spread her legs like she wanted to!

"Stop!" she moaned. "Don't tear them! Please, oh, ohhhh!"

She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties that he'd raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her pussy.

"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing her puffy cunt lips and finding the steady flow of fuck juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget!"

Caroline almost protested, almost called out for Peter to come rescue her. Then she stopped. She was in this on her own. She could cope. She would triumph. And she needed the job!

He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a longbow and he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her skirt tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable position.