Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

His hands gripped her around the waist, supported her, guided her in the motion he wanted most. She felt his swollen prick deep inside lurching hard against the tender, juicy walls of her pussy. Tensing and relaxing her belly muscles no longer gave her the thrill it once did. She was totally filled with cock. Any more and she would go wild.

His hand crept under her skirt and found her clitoris. Using slow movements, coordinated with her self-fucking motion, he managed to drive her out of her mind with lust. She came, bellowing like she was mad rather than in heat.

Heads turned and stared at the couple. She kept fucking, faster now that the need was mounting so fast in her loins.

"You're going to have to stay quiet," he cautioned her. "You'll get us arrested!"

"Do they have beds in the jail cells?" she asked.

"I guess so. Why?"

"As long as we're in the same tell, I don't give a flying fuck if we get arrested or not!"

He had to laugh. Then she really took his breath away. She spiraled down the length of his prick and hung on for dear life with her cuntal muscles. She then tried to lift up and away from his cock. She was strong enough to pull him up off his seat.

When his weight became too much to support using just the gripping strength of her cunt muscles, he slid free and landed hard on the seat. He was totally drenched in sweat now. He'd never felt a cunt this tight before, nor one so strong around his entire prick. His balls tightened up in anticipation of spurting out the lead-heavy come in his balls. He fought the white tide of his passion back down.

He didn't want to come. Not yet. He wanted to enjoy this first excursion into the girl's cunt. And it was so delightful that he wished it could go on forever and ever.

"Harder," she, urged. "Drive it in as I come down. I want to feel every single inch of that wonderful fuck stick of yours. It's so big and swollen and wonderful. I can't get enough of it."

"You're going to be filled to overflowing before I finish with you," he said, but it was a boast he knew he couldn't really keep. Using all the tricks he could, he drove his prick up and into her softly yielding cunt as it plunged down and around his pecker. But the man knew he was fighting a losing battle. His body demanded release. And it came.

He jetted out his white-hot come into her eagerly awaiting pussy. The fist-clench around his prick told him that the girl was getting off too. Together, arms locked around one another, they came. And when they were finished with their mutual orgasm, they simply stared into one another's eyes for a long time.

Katherine kissed him on the lips again and said, "I'd better finish my lunch." They carefully put his prick back into his trousers and she stood and swiftly moved to her chair.

"This is the strangest lunch I've ever been to," he commented. "I got dessert before the main course!"

She laughed with him, then asked, "Can I have them back?"

"What?" he said innocently. "What are you talking about?"

"My panties." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"What?" he asked again. "Speak up. I can't hear you."

"Dammit, give me my panties back," her voice this time was louder than normal. A couple people turned and looked curiously at her. The teenager blushed, then laughed with Marty.

This was fun. Sex was fun. Fucking could be a hell of a lot of fun. She had simply had a lousy introduction to it. She sighed and finished eating her lunch, sharing the secret of her naked ass with Marty and Marty alone. Somehow, that little thing brought them even closer together.

And she didn't even jump when she felt his toe working its way toward her pussy again.

"That's just about the kinkiest fucking I've ever done!" exclaimed Marty. "I knew there was some reason I loved you so much."

"Just that?" teased Katherine. "Not my fantastic body or great tits or tight ass or my itsy-bitsy pussy?"

"Those, too," he laughed. "But look, we've still got a half hour. Let's find someplace more private where we can really get it on. I got off on you fucking yourself on my lap, but we were both a little, uh, hesitant to really cut loose with all those people around."

"Okay. Whatever you say."

"Good, and then maybe you'll tell me some of the shit that's been dumped on you to make you so grumpy lately. You've been a real bitch, and that's not like you at all, Katherine," he said.

She looked at Marty and wondered if she really could tell him the truth – would he do anything to Bennett if she told him how the man had butt fucked her when she'd applied for the job? The teenager sighed, thinking about the other things the manager had required her to do. She had rushed into losing her cherry just so that he wouldn't be the one to get it. The girl didn't even regret having done that.

Other things, yeah, she regretted. Allowing Bennett to force her into the last scene had been so degrading that she still blushed thinking about it. The man had really thought he was going to get a virgin piece of ass. The small satisfaction she got out of knowing he didn't was hardly compensation for him fucking her like a dog or eating her put while the other man raped her up the ass.

"What's on your mind?" Marty probed. "I want to know. Really – I might even be able to help."

His hand pressed into the curve of her ass and squeezed. She knew how he could help her, and it wasn't by doing anything to Bennett. She needed to know that all men weren't monsters intent on raping her. The girl realized that Bennett and his friends were probably not normal, that Marty came a lot closer to the usual man. Bennett and his cohorts were all semi-crazed and intent on nothing but their own pleasure.

She was finding out that a man could get a hell of a lot more kick out of fucking when she was willing to give as much as she got. And with Marty, she would do her damnedest to make sure that he experienced the peak of desire. Anything he wanted, she would willingly do.

No, all men weren't like Bennett and she need not turn to women like Anne for her sexual pleasures. She shivered lightly at the thought of the lesbian stuff she and the other clerk had done. It had seemed so good at the time. While Katherine hardly regretted it like she did some of the awful things Bennett had done to her, she knew that it wasn't right. Not really. Men and women fucked. Women didn't fuck women.

"Here's a nice deserted little room," said Marty, holding open the door to a storeroom for her. A single bulb burned brightly above, casting a grim, harsh light throughout the room.

"This is tacky," she said. "Let's just take the afternoon off and go somewhere else."

"This isn't tacky," he corrected. "Come along and see. We keep all the bedroom stuff here and some of us have a little setup in the back, behind some crates, which might interest you."

He was right. The cartons formed a high wall, insuring privacy for the bed they had assembled. The bed was huge and round. Soft lights strategically placed allowed the people on the bed to see themselves in mirrors placed around the edges of the bed itself.

"Wow, Marty, I never knew this was here!"

"Nor do a lot of the big boys. And we intend to keep it that way. They get their ass in their offices." He stopped, feeling the girl stiffen in shock. He said, "That's it, isn't it? That son of a bitch Bennett has been putting it to you."

"Oh, Marty, please don't!"

"Son of a bitch!" he repeated. "He was the one who got your cherry. Is that all he's done to you?"

She could only shake her head no. How could she possibly tell him Bennett had eaten her out and fucked her up the shit chute and made her strip and forced her to model skimpy clothes for his friends?

"I'll kill him!"

She hung on to Marty's arm and dragged him back to the bed. They both crashed down onto the protesting surface, the springs squeaking loudly under their combined weights. "No, please don't do anything. I need the job. If you attack him, he'll take it out on me. I need the job. I do!"