Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

But not yet.

Not until she was able to give him a really good blow job. She'd show him any of the other chicks sucking on his cock were unimaginative bitches who'd let their man go off unsatisfied. But not her. She was indispensable. He needed her. And to keep her happy, he'd give her all the good assignments.

He'd have to or she wouldn't suck on his cock like this any more.

It was sexual blackmail pure and simple. And she knew it would work to perfection.

She made a trough out of her tongue so that his prick would rest in its "U" shape. She sucked in another inch of his shivering cock. And then another inch entered her mouth. The rubbery tip of his glans bounced off the roof of her mouth.

Positioning herself for what she knew would follow, she sucked even harder. He lunged forward with his hips in response. He couldn't control himself any more. He didn't even try. He wanted to face-fuck her all night long, he wanted to drive his cock all the way out of her cunt – by going through her mouth.

She took his full length down her throat. She wasn't any Linda Lovelace, but she could eat cock with the best. Like a sword swallower, she let his prick glide past her tonsils and into her throat. Swallowing was hard. But every time she did, her throat muscles bobbed up and down on the most sensitive part of his cock.

It wasn't possible for her to let his cock stay in that position very long. She loved the sensations washing over her body. This was getting her almost as hot as actually feeling his cock jabbing into her twat.

She kept a steady sucking pressure on his prick as she disengaged his cock from her throat. There was no way he could escape. She wasn't going to let that cock out of her mouth – not now – not when she knew he was going to fountain out his creamy load at any second.

Swirling her tongue around the end of his fuck stick brought him off. The first fiery blast of cum sailed over her tongue and splashed on her tonsils. She made sure that didn't happen with the second spurt. She pressed her tongue firmly on the geysering hole.

The white goo smeared all over her tongue. Her tastebuds loved the heady, musky flavor. She sucked even harder to make sure every drop locked up in his body was released to her greedy mouth.

All too soon, he was dry. There wasn't any more of his salty, tangy jism to savor. Reluctantly, she let his cock slip from her mouth. It wasn't the rigid pillar of manhood it had once been. Now it looked like a sleeping snake.

"God, God, oh, Goddamn, but your mouth is too much!" he moaned.

"So you liked it, did you, Dave?"

"Of course I liked it. I loved it! How you can look so young and innocent and even naive and give head like a pro is beyond me. You were just terrific."

"And what would you know about a pro? You don't have to go and buy a woman. Not a well-hung stud like you." She began fondling his balls as she kept up the steady stream of compliments. There was no reason he shouldn't get his ego boasted as she was making sure he would find her absolutely indispensable.

"I'd call you a cock-teaser if you weren't so much of a cock-pleaser. But let's get out of here. I don't want to be seen out here in the open. You know…"

He was nervous about being seen, a girl sucking on his cock.

Cheryl used that nervousness to get the assignment she wanted next. "I don't want to let you go. I want to hang on to this all night. After all, what else is there to do? I mean, there's nothing half as exciting to me… and I don't have to get up tomorrow for anything special. Or do I?"

"Like what?"

"Oh, the highway commission meeting…" This was the year's big meeting. A good TV report would get her name in front of all sorts of important businessmen and politicians.

"Hell, cover it for us. I was going to send, uh send… never mind who I was going to send. Let's go over to my place."

Dave forgot who he was intending for the job. Cheryl had won again in her drive to attain fame and a degree of acceptance for her reporting. And she was also getting a reputation as a girl with a damn good mouth for things other than talking.

Her snow-white ass wiggled and waved in the air. It was a blatant invitation to the man to cram his cock into her and fuck like hell. The man crouched behind the woman and began running his hands all over her body. First, the jugs. Luxurious, opulent, big enough to be interesting but not so big that man might not – possibly – be able to stuff most of one of the pillowy boobs into his mouth.

Then a hand snaking across the heaving belly, feeling, experiencing, rejoicing. A brief excursion into the navel and then, from the way the woman jumped, down into her snatch.

A finger delving deeply into her cunt slit. Diddling with her clit, smearing her oily love juice all over in a hearty ritual almost religious in its intensity.

Then the final act in the play. His blood-red cock was guided into her body by a quivering hand. Poised for a moment, then the final plunge that sank the man balls deep in her cunt. Both appeared to be carved from stone for an instant.

The man had a look of total satisfaction. He had found a tight cunt to sheath his prick. He was totally surrounded by her body. Her ass pressed firmly back into his groin. Her pussy squeezed tightly on his cock. It was obvious from the look on his face.

The woman was tossing her head like a young filly. No one could doubt she was enjoying this, too. The expression on her face was that of a woman receiving a tremendous fucking. She loved the cock buried in her twat. She was trying to use her muscles to the best advantage. To squeeze, to caress, to manipulate that long, rigid tool inside her was all that mattered. She had to get him fucking her hard, fast, expertly.

The man came out of his trance. His expression seemed to say, "This is great, but fucking is going to be even better!"

His hips became pistons. He drove forward, plugging her cunt time and time again. He seemed tireless as he fucked her. His body became covered with a thin sheen of sweat that glistened in the light. Breathing increased until he rasped like a rusty hinge. His hands started to tremble just a little, then he arched his back.

He came.

From the shudders racking his body, it was a big orgasm. He pumped wildly into the woman's bucking body. And then she joined him in the climax to end all climaxes.

Together, they rocked through their mutual come until they were drained both physically and emotionally.

But there was a glint in the woman's eye that hinted she might want more. Suddenly, a look of surprise crossed her face. She pointed, then said, "Do something, Dave!"

Murray Nelson reached over and turned off the videotape playback unit. It wasn't often he got a chance to see first-class porno on film. Right in his own office, yet. He rewound the videotape and looked at the spool. He wasn't able to figure out if Dave knew the machine was running or not when he fucked Cheryl.

Murray looked at the first few feet of tape again. He had to admit that new reporter had one hell of a fine ass. A fuckable ass. One he wouldn't mind trying out himself. After all, if that son of a bitch Dave was able to knock a little off after hours, surely the station manager should be allowed the same privilege.

After all, he outranked that bastard.

He flipped the switch to his intercom and said to his secretary, "Send Cheryl in. I'm ready to talk with her. And no calls for an hour."

The static irritated him. He'd have to get the intercom fixed. After he fixed Cheryl.

Just seeing her walk into his office assured him she was a real fox. Her boobs swung slightly, tracing out a figure-eight pattern in the air in front of her. The tight waist flared out to demonstrate to all that she did, indeed, have a very fuckable looking rear end. And the long legs flashing back and forth from under her short skirt told Murray all he wanted to know about the new employee.