Robert Vickers: The naughty salesgirl

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded. "I don't want to do this. I'll suck your cock! I'll give you the best head ever!"

"Shut up, you dumb bitch. I know what I'm doing."

He shoved forward a little harder. Katherine screamed as the ponderous head of his mighty cock sank into her body. The ring of muscle finally gave way and allowed his cock inside her rectum. The pulsing head of his cock sent ripples of delight throughout her. She felt as if he had melted something in her belly and it had begun to puddle.

"Here it comes!"

He slammed all the way into her tightly-held ass. She felt his legs pressing into her butt and the hot rod of his cock drilling deep into her virgin body. She screamed and screamed and screamed. The teenager was positive he had ripped her apart inside. The pain drove her out of her mind. She thrashed around, trying to escape.

There was no escape. She was firmly impaled on the spike of his cock.

"I'm burning up inside! Why are you doing this to meeeeee!"

"Shut your mouth and enjoy this. Too much screaming and that asshole secretary of mine will barge in here. Now let me fuck this sweet ass of yours. God, is it ever tight!"

She felt as if he had shoved a white-hot poker into her guts. The entire length of her rectum burned like acid had been dropped on her tender flesh. She cried and moved and this stirred the cock inside her. Slowly, her resilient flesh expanded to take the thick girth of his prick and she felt a little less filled to overflowing with his prick.

When he pulled out of her, this was worse than the entry. His cock and her bowels formed a perfect vacuum seal. As he withdrew, it formed an intense vacuum inside her that threatened to pull her guts out along with his cock. She screamed again. When the head of his prick finally reached the tight ring of her anus, there was a lewd sucking noise as air rushed back into her body.

"Goddamn," he muttered. "That asshole of yours feels like a hangman's noose all around my cock. I thought you were cutting me off at the roots!"

"Don't fuck me any more. Please, please let it go at this!" She knew that begging wouldn't achieve anything, but the words seemed necessary. Her body gave her all the signals of intense pleasure, yet she felt degraded. He was using his position to humiliate her. She didn't want this man fucking her up the ass.

She wanted a job, nothing more.

She got a hell of a lot more.

He rammed back into her ass, using a corkscrewing motion this time. He hammered into her softly yielding body and fucked the merry hell out of her ass. She felt his prick sliding faster and faster in the tight, clutching sheath of her rectum. The friction mounted. She panted and sweat ran down her face. She was getting off on this greeking in spite of the humiliation involved.

"Fuck me more," her voice said, while her heart denied it. "Fuck me good! Butt fuck me till I come!"

"Baby, you're gonna get just that!" the man panted. He speeded up even more. The friction against her delicate inner membrane burned with the intensity of a raging forest fire. And then she exploded.

It might have been a stick of dynamite reaming her out from behind. She felt the heat ignite a fuse deep inside her. It burned faster and faster and then her world exploded and blew apart. "Aieeeeeeee!"

She thrashed around, the pole of his long cock all the way up into her bowels. The feel of his cock rubbing sensuously against the insides of her asscheeks turned her on. The sensation of his upper legs rubbing her naked ass meat made her into a sex demon. She couldn't get enough of his prick then. Tensing her muscles, she tried to hang onto his cock, to keep it buried all the way up her ass.

"Shit," he muttered. "Trying to cut me off. Damned asshole feels like a surgeon's glove filled with lava. Gotta fuck more. Just gotta!"

And he did. He pulled out the stops and drove his fiery spike of cock into her tensed asshole. The muscle ring around her asshole tensed and tightened even more on his prick. He grunted and kept ramming into her demanding interior. Hot. Tight. The sheath of her rectum gripped down on him with demonic fury. And still he fucked more. He kept fucking her butt until she wanted to die. Then came the white-hot rush of his jism. It flowed into her greedy asshole and filled her up.

The liquid surge made her come again. She hated herself for responding like that. The man was raping her. But she needed the job. She had to do whatever he wanted or he would hire someone else.

"God," he moaned, "This is super! Never felt an ass this tight. Love fucking it. Just love spurting off into it!"

And the man's cock began to deflate after a few more pokes in and out. As it dribbled limply from her butt, the girl fought to hold back the tears. She had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it immensely, and at the same time, she hated herself for allowing him to greek her.

The only consolation was that she was still technically a virgin. She could carry her cunt cherry to her wedding bed.

"The job?" she muttered. "I get the job, don't I?"

"Hey, baby, whoever said if you put out for me you'd get any job?"

She turned and looked at him. Virtually naked, she felt vulnerable and helpless, more so than at any other time in her life. She knew she had a stricken look on her face. And the man laughed at her.

"Hey, kid, what's the matter? Can't you take a joke?"

"Oh," she said in a weak voice.

"Get dressed. It won't do to have a chick standing around in the personnel office half naked like this. Bad for morale if any of the other employees see you." He leered at her as she carefully climbed back into her panties and pulled them up her slender legs, wiggling her well-fucked ass into them. She patted out a few wrinkles and pulled up her skirt, hiding her legs.

He continued studying her like a bug under a microscope as she buttoned up her blouse. The girl resisted the temptation to button it all the way to her neck. That would be silly. The man already gotten what he wanted from her. Hiding her precious body made no sense at all. He had seen her almost completely naked.

She sat down and crossed her legs. She felt her heart hammering away, but she tried to look cool and collected. Even moving on the seat sent tremors into her body. Her asshole burned like fire from the fucking she had received.

"Okay, kid, you go to work in the women's lingerie section. Be sexy and sell a lot of that frilly stuff. And I'll be around to check up on you from time to time, if you get my meaning." He winked lewdly at her.

Katherine wanted to puke. Instead, she grimly nodded her head and started filling out the forms he shoved across the desk to her.

Katherine hardly knew where to look without getting embarrassed. All around her were dummies dressed in frilly nothings of panties and lacy bras that revealed more than they hid. A few of the dummies were cloaked in sheer nighties that barely came down to their plaster rumps. She shivered thinking how sexy that would look on a flesh-and-blood woman.

How it would look on her.

Katherine's mind wandered a little as she thought of seducing Martin, wearing some of the fancy lingerie on display. To have her body barely hidden by the fluffy mounds of nylon and lace, to twist and turn and reveal just a touch of nudity here and there, perhaps a turgid nipple about ready to pop or a dewdrop-laden bush peeping out from between her thighs. That would be a real turn-on to seduce him like that.

Then she remembered her first real experience with fucking – Ron Bennett. The man's cock had drilled deep into her flesh and her soul. She still couldn't think of how she got this job without feeling a lot of shame. She had humiliated herself to get this job. She had turned into a whore to get money.