Laurie Chandler: Hot pants typist

Despite what she said, she wanted to be fucked, thought Mr. Halsted. No girl's pussy gets all hot and juicy if she didn't want it, and Arlene's quim was really wet. The juices poured out of her cunt as if his cock was the only cock she had ever wanted.

"No! No!" cried Arlene, but Mr. Halsted paid her no attention. He just plunged his meat into her hole deeper and deeper.

She could feel his cock pressing against the sides of her cunt. Her pussy walls were already coated with her lubricants, and she was really greasing up his cock, making it easier for him to push in and out of her hole.

"I'm gonna really fuck you, baby!" he shouted. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna smash my fucking prick into your hole so fast, it's gonna come out the other end! Ohhh, are you gonna get fucked!"

She started to scream. His penis was actually beginning to hurt her, and she desperately wished that he would get off her. Her pussy, however, was still juicing up, and he knew that, deep down, she wanted to be fucked. All women want cocks up their snatches, and Arlene was certainly no exception to that rule.

His balls twitched as his penis pounded back and forth within her cunt hole. She moaned and sighed as he fucked her, his tongue licking her tits, and his hand beginning to massage her ass as he reached underneath her body.

"Get fucked, slut!" he cried, as his prick plunged harder and harder into her hole. "Ohhhhh, get fucked! Get fucked, you fucking whore!"

His meat sloshed in her tube. He was getting more and more wild as Arlene's body heated up to the boiling point. Her tits were now really bruised and roughened as he bit on her nipples, nearly breaking them off with his teeth.

Her ass began to pound against the floor. They were twisting and rocking back and forth, his penis filling up her canal so deeply that she felt it would puncture her womb.

He started to fuck her even faster. His dong slithered in and out of her marshy slit hole, and he could almost feel the steam pouring out of her twat.

"GET FUCKED YOU FUCKING SLUT!" he screamed. "GET REALLY FUCKED YOU GODDAMN BITCH-WHORE!"

He rolled over onto his side, pulling her along with him. His penis kept sloshing in and out of her tube and now she was on top of him, her body pulsating up and down along his erect pole.

He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer into him. He made her spread her legs even wider, and then rolled over on top of her again, smashing his pecker so far into her that his balls were almost sucked up into her whirlpool of cunt juice.

"Tell me you want it, bitch!" he cried. "Tell me you want to be fucked hard! I know you do, so admit it, whore!"

She was silent. He slapped her on the ass, causing red marks to appear and remain there. She wouldn't admit what they both knew, and that was that she really dug being fucked on the hard cold floor. She wanted it. She had to have it. She loved to be fucked.

Yet Arlene wouldn't say anything, just to deny him that satisfaction. She was loving every minute, every inch of that fuck, yet she wouldn't say so to him.

"Damn you, you fucking broad!" he screamed. "I know you love it! Your pussy is on fire! Tell me you want to be fucked even harder!"

She still remained silent. He slapped her even harder, and she still refused to go along with him. His balls went wild as he hit her, and his tool was ready to shoot.

"I'm gonna come, you fucking slut!" he screamed. "Ohhhh, I'm gonna come and really smash your fucking cunt! Tell me you want to be fucked!"

His cock exploded inside her pussy. She rocked back and forth with him as she felt the jism coating the insides of her hole.

"I'm coming, you bitch!" he cried. "Ohhhhh! Get fucked! Ohhh! Get fucked, you fucking slut! You whore! Ohhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! Ohhh! Ohhh! Aaaggghhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"

His hot cock shot thick wads of creamy jism into her slit, and she bit her lip to prevent her from crying out with joyous delight. She loved that prick up her slit, but she would not let him know it.

Her pussy easily filled up with his hot sperm. It flooded her tube, and started to ooze and slide out of her hole. His penis was coated with his sperm and her juices, and the slimy prick now slid out of her hole, still dripping his semen against her body.

When his cock was completely withdrawn from her quim, he smeared his jism all over her, scooping it up with his hands and rubbing it into her tits.

"I'm gonna cover you in hot scum, baby!" he cried. "You're a fucking whom, and you're gonna prove it to the world. I want you to smell like cock juice wherever you walk!"

She screamed and tried to struggle to get away from this latest indignity, but his powerful arms held her rooted to the spot. She ached to be freed of his power and passion, but he wanted to rub his jism into her skin and would not free her until he was done.

"There, slut!" he cried when he was finished. "You smell like a giant cock, all covered with hot come. That's the way you're gonna smell in this office from now on. Every day, I'm gonna fuck you, and rub the come all over your fucking slut body. You got that, bitch?"

"No! I don't want that! No! No! Please no!"

"Okay, whore, I got another idea for you. You're fired."

"F-f-fired?"

"Yeah, slut. You're fired. You were fired the instant that Bill Sample's dick was shoved up your pussy. Whenever that was, you got that?"

"He only fucked me yesterday night," said Arlene, as if that would be a defense.

"Ha! But okay, so you were fired and fucked at the same time last night. That prick of his sliding into your fucking hole was your pink slip. You got that, whore?"

Arlene started to cry. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life. Not even Eddie had ever treated her this way. He had been rough with her to be sure, but he had not made her suffer like this.

"Now get out, slut!" he cried. "Goddamn bitch! Fucking whore! Lousy tart! Beat it, fucking cunt! Get out of my office before I throw you out without your clothes!"

Mr. Halsted put his spent cock and balls back inside his pants and then walked out of the washroom. He was counting to ten, and then he promised her he would toss her naked out of his office.

"One… two…"

"I'm going! I'm going!" she cried desperately. "Three… Four… Five… Six…"

"Just let me get my clothes on!"

"Seven… Eight… Nine… Well? Are you done yet? I have only one number left, you fucking slut!"

"Okay, I'm going! I'm going. Damn it, I can't even get my fucking shoes on!"

"Ten!" He strode towards her as she was leaving the washroom. "Now set the fuck out!"

He started to pull her towards the front office door. She was just at the door when she turned around, and slapped him in the face.

"You fucking prick!" she called out. "I'll get you for this if it's the last thing that I do!"

"Just get out, slut!" he cried. "I'm through with you. You're fired. Now get your things and get out of this company!"

Arlene raced back to her desk, the tears streaming down her face. She refused to look up at her co-workers who were trying to offer her some sympathy.

"What happened?" asked Suzie. "You look all upset."

"Please, Suzie," said Arlene. "Leave me alone. I don't want to talk about it. It's too upsetting."

She gathered her personal possessions and stormed out of the office. She wouldn't even acknowledge Bill, who had come out to see what all the fuss and commotion was about. She was sure that it had been Bill who had told Mr. Halsted. How else could he have found out?

Arlene got a taxi and went home. Though she knew she would get into a fight with her parents, she simply didn't want to wander about anywhere. She wanted to bury her face in her own pillow in her own room and cry her own team.

"Arlene! What's the matter? Why are you home so early?" she said her mother as she walked in the door. "And what happened to you yesterday? Why didn't you call us?"