Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

Soon. Just like Marty was going to come to her rescue soon. The girl felt the man's prick sink another inch up into her gooey twat and wondered when this was going to stop. Where was Marty? Had the man deserted her? Was he getting some sick kick out of watching her being fucked on the desk?

The teenager couldn't believe that. Something had happened. Something had delayed him, and put her in this horrible position.

"Oh, God, I can't take any more of your cock – it's too big. It's tearing me apart inside, my cunt can't stand it!"

"Wanna bet?" the man cried. His arms went between her legs and he caught her up, his arms under her knees. He bent her double on the desk, forcing her down hard. This exposed her pussy even more to his driving prick.

She screamed as she felt her upper thighs pressing down into her tits. His cock seemed to dig all the way up into her womb. Never had she felt such penetration. The man's cock grew steadily as he fucked her faster and faster. The girl was about to go out of her mind when she came.

The climax lingered and haunted her. She didn't want to get off on this man's raping cock. But she did. Her cunt convulsed. She wanted his cock! She wanted every single inch of it shoved deep into her drooling cunt!

"Fuck me good!" she begged. "Give it all to me! My cunt needs it so baaaad!"

The man laughed and fucked even faster. The friction of cock against cunt wall threatened to melt her down into a pile of slag. The man seemed to be a tireless fucking machine. He pistoned in and out with increasing speed and didn't seem to wear out.

She came again.

The girl began to doubt Marty would ever come to her rescue. She simply knew that she was going to be trapped here on the desk forever, being fucked by a tireless Bennett until her pussy was worn out and bleeding from his thrusts. She was still bent double and unable to move. This, more than anything else, added to the intensity of her comes.

She loved to be able to move around, thrash about, writhe passionately, when she came. He had her pinned firmly to the desk.

His cock shot in and out of her tight little snatch with the rhythm of a metronome. In-out, in-out, smooth and regular. It built her passions up to the breaking point again.

"No, no moooore!" she begged. "I can't stand it any more!"

"Hell, you can't," the man gasped. "This is what we both want. You asked for it, kid, and you're getting it. This'll show you what a real stud I am!"

She felt her nipples poking into her thighs and her clit was brushing across her bush. She came again, feeling more drained emotionally than ever before in her life. The girl had lost her virginity and now was leaning what a real fucking was all about.

Just as Bennett's cock drove mercilessly into her tight pussy again, she felt the man stiffen. She thought he must be coming but his prick didn't act like it. There wasn't any of the swelling that occurred just before a come, nor did he shove harder and deeper into her as he would have if he'd come.

He straightened, a dazed look on his face. Then he crumpled and fell to the floor, unconscious. For a moment, Katherine didn't know what had happened. She slowly unfolded her legs and draped them over the edge of the desk. Her cunt suddenly felt empty.

"It's okay, Katherine," came Marty's voice. "I had a hell of a time getting rid of his secretary. She came back early and refused to leave her desk. I finally had to get another secretary who's a friend of mine call her away. And then that son of a bitch had locked the door!"

"God, no! I thought he did, but I wasn't sure."

"I had to use a credit card to spring the lock. Good thing he didn't have a dead bolt on the door or you'd still be in here alone! With him!"

Katherine started to cry then. Naked, vulnerable and helpless, she pressed her face into Marty's strong shoulder.

While the fucking with Bennett had been bad, she knew that they were just getting started on their little scheme. The worst, most dangerous part was yet to come. She rapidly dressed, her hands shaking. Katherine wondered if they would get by with this or if it would all blow up in their faces.

She looked down at the knocked-out Bennett and hoped that he would burn in hell for what he'd done to her. And if she had her way, he would. Soon. Very soon.

"Jesus, I don't know how you chicks ever get dressed up in this stuff," complained Marty, struggling with the garter belt. He cinched it up like he would a saddle around a horse, and looked down at Bennett.

The man was no longer naked. Marty had gotten silk stockings and the garter belt on him, while Katherine worked a bra over his shoulder and fastened it behind his back.

"It's a lot easier when you're not doing it on all this dead weight. It's a huge hunk of meat and nothing more when he's out like this. Did you have to hit him so hard?" A goose egg had already been raised behind Bennett's ear where Marty had struck the man with a sock filled with sand.

"I could have killed him when I saw what was happening. Sorry, but the sight of him fucking you got to me."

"Never mind that now. Help me get these panties on him. Christ, they tore. Get another pair. Fast."

He looked over the selection Bennett had in his display case and finally said, "How about these crotchless ones? His cock would stick out nicely then."

"No," said Katherine firmly. "I've got to do this right. Get the largest pair of silk panties you can find. Yeah, the red ones will do. Wow!"

They managed to lift up Bennett enough to slide the panties up his legs and get them draped lightly over his ass. His cock and balls pressed out in a huge mound in the front. He was almost ready for what they wanted to do with him.

"The wig, the lipstick," said Marty. "You'd better put them on him. I'd just get everything on crooked."

"This isn't going to be the best job I've ever done, either," said Katherine. "Go check and see if his secretary's back yet. We're going to have to really get a move on." She expertly guided the lip gloss over the unconscious man's lips and then put the wig on his head, tucking strands of his hair under the band.

She stood and looked down at Bennett. The man looked totally different dressed in women's undies. His hairy chest was ludicrous with the bra over it and the garter belt and stockings were the perfect touch. Katherine just wished she had the time to search out a pair of high heeled shoes to complete the costume.

"Coast's clear," said Marty. "Let me get his arms. You pick up his feet. And then off we go!"

They lugged the man out through the almost deserted department and to the bank of elevators. Marty pressed the button on the center one and the door opened. "Good thing I gimmicked this elevator to wait for us. Otherwise, we might have had to explain to a lot of people what was happening."

Katherine laughed. That would be a scream. The man all dolled up in women's clothes stained slightly. She dropped his feet and Marty moved him around until he was in a sitting position in the elevator. Marty waited a second until it appeared that Bennett was regaining consciousness, then pressed the button.

The doors closed and the elevator descended to the lobby. Marty smiled broadly and said, "Let's take one of the other elevators down and see what we've accomplished."

"You're sure that that elevator won't open on any other floor?"

"Positive. I rigged it just right. The only floor that elevator will open on is the lobby floor. And I called Mr. Chambliss, too. He should be waiting."

"The owner!" cried Katherine. "Oooh, this is going to be fun!"

The elevator opened, and closed behind them as they dropped down to the lobby. As soon as they stepped out, they saw the commotion around the center elevator.