Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

He owed her his best. He pulled out of her clinging interior and immediately slammed his body back into hers. His cock slipped easily all the way up her cunt. The fuck fluids oozed out around the meaty plug of his prick to dribble and run down his balls. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Her legs held him firmly, as if she feared he might stop. He fucked harder. He corkscrewed out of her and then fucked even faster back into her steamy depths.

"More, give me more!" she bellowed. Her fingers raked at his shoulders. Neither noticed the bloody track she left. They were too engrossed in the frantic fucking to stop now.

He found he couldn't put words to the emotions rampaging through him. He fucked faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust should have split her apart. Her resilient young body took his best and demanded more.

He gave it.

She came again, sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. The wracking shudders that possessed her this time wiggled them toward the edge of the bed. The man continued to fuck hard and straight and fast into her convulsing cunt. They slid together to the edge of the bed and she started failing off.

He didn't stop his fucking. This gave him a brand new angle to drive in his prick. She was propped up so that her shoulders were on the floor and her ass was still on the bed. Her cunt sucked and pulled even harder at his prick. The man grunted and thrashed and kept fucking.

Then he couldn't stop. His hips exploded with a frenzy of motion and the hot tide of his jism rose. He whitewashed the insides of her cunt with his come. They rocked together, his cock jerking and bucking hard inside the tight sheath of female flesh. Then it was all over. Panting, he relaxed and managed to pull her back up onto the bed.

"Hmmm, that was soooo nice," she cooed. "And I want more of it. Now!"

"Greedy bitch," he sighed. "You might want more from me, but it's not going to happen. Look."

He nodded in the direction of his cock. It had slithered from her pussy. She immediately seized it and started working it over. He groaned in delight, but knew it wasn't going to get hard again for some time. He was only human, even when faced with such a willing young woman.

"I could do this all day," she said. "I love the way your cock feels inside me. I hate Bennett's. I wish…"

"You mean that he has actually fucked you?" raged Marty, sitting up in the bed as she tugged at his cock and pulled him back down beside her.

"Yeah, he's done it to all the clerks. I hate to say this, but I let him fuck me up the ass just to get the job. And he's eaten me out and, well, he's done a lot of things. Please, Marty, don't do anything. I need the job!"

For a long time, Marty sat there. Then he had the answer. Slowly, he said, "You hate him. Are you willing to go along with a plan to get even with him?"

"Sure! Anything."

"It might be risky. Damned risky for you. You might even have to let him fuck you again."

Katherine thought about it for a moment, and stroked Marty's slowly hardening cock. This was the only prick in the world she wanted fucking her from now on, but the chance to get even with Bennett raged like wildfire through her mind and soul.

"I'll fuck that prick if I get the chance to really fuck him over."

"Okay, I thought so. Here's what I want you to do…"

And after Marty had outlined his scheme to the girl, he found he had another boner. Rather than waste it, they fucked again. And it was even better than the time before. This time it was fueled by lust and the knowledge that soon they would be rid of Ronald Bennett.

"Are you sure you want to go along with this, Katherine?" Marty asked anxiously. He looked at the girl intently. The gleam in her eye told him she was wholeheartedly in favor of carrying out his devious plan.

"I'm ready for it," she said. "Honest I am. Just don't you be too long getting in there. I don't want him fucking me unless it's really necessary."

"I don't think I'll have any trouble, unless his secretary gets back early from her coffee break. But that's pretty remote. Secretaries don't return early from breaks. I'll be in as soon as I see the button on the telephone light up."

"Let me make sure I understand, Marty," she said. "All I have to do is take the phone off the hook and press the second button on the bottom, and that lights up the same button on the secretary's phone?"

"Right. And I'll be in there in a hurry." He patted his pocket and said, "I just hope I can keep from killing him."

Katherine kissed him. "This is going to be much better revenge."

"I agree. Now move that perky little ass of yours in there and offer it to that slimy cocksucker. If we stand here much longer, I might get ideas about how to better spend our time together."

"Me, too," she agreed, her lips brushing across his. She made sure her hand lightly touched his crotch. She gripped down a little harder than she normally would have, feeling incredibly sexy and really up for the confrontation with Bennett.

She didn't know if this feeling came from the nearness of her revenge or from the afterglow of the fucking with Marty. Her pussy still sang from the fucking. And it ached, too. She was stiff and sore. This was one part of losing her virginity that no one had ever told her about.

She was going to get even with the man who had raped her up the ass and perpetrated all sorts of other horrors on her. She saw Bennett walking along one of the aisles, like some animal seeking its prey. Katherine guessed the man was looking for some convenient cunt to fuck. He had that look about him.

"Mr. Bennett!" she called out. "One second, please. Can I talk to you?"

"Yes, babe, sure, any time." He raised his eyebrows slightly as she pressed in close to him. Her tits brushed feather-light across his chest, and she shoved out her pussy mound in an invitingly wanton manner.

"I've been thinking, Mr. Bennett. Why should I get so uptight over what we've been doing together? I mean, wouldn't it really be better for both of us if I went along?"

"What do you mean?" he said suspiciously, looking around as if someone might be overhearing them.

"You know, you and me – and the fucking we've been doing."

"Let's go into my office," he said. "I don't like discussing private matters out in the open."

"Anything you say," she said, her hand slipping into his back pocket. She squeezed down on his asscheek and made him look at her funny, as if she had gone crazy. She only smiled winningly in return, then soundlessly said: "I love you."

The man almost jumped out of his skin. In the office, he closed the door and pointed to a chair. She ignored him and flowed into his arms, her hands running though his hair. She made a point of shoving her body as close to his as humanly possible.

"Why this big change in attitude?" he asked, backing up against the door. He seemed to be looking for a quick exit if she turned nasty.

"I figured it all out," she said, her hands moving down the front of his chest, unbuttoning buttons as she went. "Why struggle when we could both enjoy our little sessions even more if I cooperated?"

"You want something out of me," he accused. She had his shirt off now and tossed it aside. She fumbled at his belt buckle, but soon had that undone, too. By the time she was ready to answer, she was working him out of his trousers.

"Everyone wants something. I've got what you want right between my legs, or maybe just a little head is more your speed, eh?" She dropped to her knees and pulled his prick out of his shorts. His prick was throbbing with life. Katherine had to strain not to make a face as she greedily stuffed it into her mouth and nursed his cock.

"Shit, this is too much! God, I love the feel of your tongue working on my cock like that. But why? What do you want out of this?"