Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

Yeah, it'd be just fine making his very own porno fuck. Starring none other than the incomparably horny Cheryl! He'd often wondered what it must be like filming a pornographic movie surrounded by all those foxy chicks, ready and eager to fuck anything that moved – or didn't move away from them fast enough. A friend of his had mentioned working on a crew filming X-rated stuff. It had been envy-time when he heard about the cast orgies where everybody joined in. Cameramen included.

Yes, he'd just go ahead and make his own mini-porno film. But he'd do it with the latest equipment. A fully equipped television studio, a two-hundred-thousand-dollar videotape unit and the finest Sony camera on the market.

And the hottest cunt he'd ever found.

Dave debated with himself about telling Cheryl he was going to film everything. He decided against it. She might get camera shy. He'd heard his friend say only the horniest chicks were able to really go all out in the hot and heavy fucking scenes. And some of the guys just weren't able to get it up.

Dave knew he didn't have any problem in that department. His cock was already hard from working with Cheryl all evening. She'd worn the tightest jeans he'd ever seen on a girl. If they'd been spray-painted on, they couldn't have been tighter. He thought a dime put in her hip-pocket would plainly show either heads or tails.

He laughed. It would definitely have to show tails!

"What's so funny, Dave?" Cheryl looked over and saw him unbuttoning his shirt. She'd expected she'd have to put out for him tonight. It was just before one of the best documentary presentations the station had done. He was horny. He would demand his "payment" for selecting her over Diane and three others.

"Nothing much. I was just thinking what a kick it would be to ball right there on my desk. A show that should really go on instead of all that shit we push out as entertainment."

"Sounds interesting. But you'll have to show me more than just a little hair on that broad chest of yours." She was already working off her blue work shirt, embroidered with half a hundred intricate designs.

"Done!" He unzipped his trousers, letting his cock leap out like a stallion at the starting gate. He was eager to get this show on the road – and on film!

He glanced back over his shoulder and estimated where it would be best to make his entrance. He wanted this for his own film library. His summer reruns wouldn't be dull!

Cheryl shucked off her denim shirt and tossed aside her bra. Her boobs jiggling seductively, Dave felt his cock harden even more. When she started skinning herself out of the jeans, he thought he was going to blow his wad then and there.

Seeing that pert white ass poke out of her jeans was enough to get any man hard. He was already hard and throbbing erect. When she gave a sinuous wiggle that sent her jeans cascading to the floor, he knew he was going to have to really fuck hell out of her. He hadn't realized just how much she turned him on before.

Her body gleamed like ivory under the hot lights. Her tits bounced with just a hint of sag. Nipples a bright, aroused red seemed to demand to be popped into his mouth and avidly sucked. The flat belly was made prominent by the deep depression of her navel. But under that was a fierce black bush.

He thought he could see tiny rainbows of light bouncing off the droplets of juice already oozing from her tight-lipped cunt.

"On the table," he ordered.

"Right here?" she asked. Cheryl loved posing for Dave. She knew he got off watching her move as much as he did actually fucking her. And that as fine with her. He was a bore at times – but tonight he didn't seem like it. The entire thing seemed to bring him alive, make him friskier than she'd seen him since the first time he fucked her up the ass.

"Right there. On your hands and knees. And spread those lovely legs of yours so I can fuck you doggy-style. I'm going to fuck you like the bitch you are!"

A tremor of delight coursed through her body. She hadn't seen him this worked up in a long time.

He might actually give her a decent fucking. She hoped so. She was feeling horny tonight. She needed a good fucking to put to rest the ache in her hollow-feeling cunt.

She jumped on the desk and dropped so that her ass was toward the camera. She wiggled her buttocks around in a little quiver of delight. Giving him a good show was part of the bargain. Her half-moons of ass flesh gleamed white and warm in the light.

Dave finally got out of his clothes. He knew the camera was doing a good job of recording what was happening. And this shot would be a triple-X for sure!

She presented her ass directly toward the camera. The deep canyon between her meaty ass revealed her asshole and, below that, the dangling hairy clam of her pussy. The fur-rimmed opening was already leaking out a flood of cunt juice. And each drop seemed to glow in the lighting.

He could hardly imagine himself as a film star with a fox like this. He was pulled but of his reverie by her voice demanding, "Come on! I'm getting lonely up here!"

"We'll see about that!"

He jumped up and positioned himself behind her. His cock was bouncing around, eager to house itself in that tight, humid twat. Hands glided over her smooth flanks for balance. He didn't want to fall flat on his face, not tonight, not on camera.

She couldn't see the red light showing the camera was still on. And the feelings working their way into her body would have guaranteed that she wouldn't have bitched about being filmed. She was really hot to trot tonight. She desperately needed cock. Being a reporter put her uptight and cramped her style. This could be just the therapy she needed to loosen up a bit.

"Go on, Dave! Ram it in!"

"In a sec, babe, in a second. I want to do a little exploring. Hate to rush into these things."

His hands began sliding up and down her ribs. She shivered in reaction. When his hands clamped down tight on her tits, she almost came. It was a condition she didn't like. Balling him to get a good assignment was one thing, letting him paw her body and almost coming at the very start was taking the element of control away.

But she was horny. She figured it was only natural she would respond to him quickly.

And the sensations filtering down into her chest were delicious. The way he pulled down like he was milking her jugs drew excited blood into the swinging globes of flesh. His fingers pressing into the hard nubbins of her nipples gave her the most excitement. The thrill of having him tweak the hard little pebbles reduced her to a quivery mass of flesh begging for his cock.

"Take me now! Please, ohhhh, I need it!"

"It? What's it?" he demanded. His thumb and forefinger tapped gently against her turgid nipple. The pillar of aroused flesh was like a finger pointing down at the desk top.

"Your cock, dammit! I want your fuckin' cock!"

"Where do you want it?"

"Please, oh, ummmm, your hands. Your cock! In me. Up my poor little cunny. Cram your prick in!"

"I'll think about it." He sounded cooler than he was. The way his cock was jerking and bucking against the warm curves of her ass should have told her he was hot and ready to fuck. But she was too aroused to notice. She thought he was being vicious on purpose. That he wanted to torment her.

One hand still gave her tits the full attention they deserved. That hand moved back and forth, teasing flint one mound of snowy white flesh, then the other. His other hand stroked back across her stomach, now heaving in reaction.

He probed deeply into her navel then found the lush bush of her pussy mound. His hand dipped even farther down until he found the liquid vee of her cunt slit. It was greasy with her inner oils. His hand was soon drenched with her fuck fluid. He parted the lips and moved back and forth along the flowing labia.