Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

That and the totally innocent expression on her face. He couldn't believe this sweet young thing had been the completely wanton slut that was putting her every act down on videotape.

"Yes, sir?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

"Sit down, Cheryl. I've got something I want to show you." He flipped on the videotape playback unit and sat back. This time he was more interested in watching her reactions than the action on the screen. He got hard just looking at her, wondering exactly how tight she might be. That look of her indicated a virgin, naive and inexperienced.

Murray knew better than that. He had documented proof she could – and would – fuck like a rabbit.

Cheryl's mind was racing as the scenario unfolded before her eyes. She knew that Dave had left the camera on, intentionally or not didn't matter. What did matter was the station manager calling her in to look at the damning evidence.

The real question was if he considered it perverted enough to fire her, or if he was using it as a lever to get into her pants himself. Cheryl cast a sidelong glance at Murray and quickly decided he wasn't going to fire her.

He'd lose out on what Dave was getting if he did.

His lust was written all over his fate. Cheryl bet his cock was stiff and totally erect in his pants. Since she couldn't see behind his desk, he might even running his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself off as he watched the sexy movie.

"I don't think you have to play any more of that, Murray, unless you want to watch it all the way through." She let her tongue make a slow trip around her pink-frosted lips. The coral tip wetted her lips in the most sensuous way she knew how. There couldn't be any doubt in Murray's mind as to what she would do to keep her job.

"I've already been through it twice. You don't deny it's you up there with Dave?"

"Why should I? It's obvious. You might say nakedly obvious."

"No explanations?" He was enjoying this. But she wasn't trying to weasel out. He didn't know if that was a good sign or not. She might not put out to keep her job if she wasn't sufficiently embarrassed about the whole scene.

"No. You saw what you saw. I didn't know that bastard had the tape unit running. It's fairly obvious I had to do it if I wanted to keep on getting good assignments from him."

She leaned a little bit forward, thrusting out her chest. It made her tits press tightly against her blouse. The outlines of her granite-hard nipples were apparent. As she breathed, the rise and fall of her boobs was enough to drive Murray mad with desire.

He controlled his voice and said, "There are other ways of getting assignments around here. You don't have to ball Dave to get good interviews, you know."

"No, tell me, Murray. Please." Her eyes were about half-closed. It looked as if she wanted to go to bed.

"I run this place. Dave answers to me. I don't like the way he's doing things, I tell him. And then he'd better do what I want – quick. So, if you didn't like screwing him for your assignments, you could have come to me. I'd be glad to change that."

"Why, thanks!" Cheryl started rearranging things on his desk top. If she were going to have to seduce the station manager, all well and good. But she didn't want anything poking into her back. "This looks just fine to me, Murray. Are you ready to change the status quo?"

"You don't fool around, do you?"

"Oh, but I do!" she exclaimed.

Murray laughed. "I meant you come right to the point."

"I can usually come just looking at a man's – a real man's – prick. What's your like? I bet it's big and thick and a real pussy-pleaser."

He stood up and unzipped the fly on his pants. Like the blade of an opening switchblade knife, his cock snapped out. It was a respectable-looking prick. Cheryl knew she wasn't going to be disappointed with Murray. Not if he could use it even moderately well. And from the look on his face, he was confident, sure of himself. He'd done this before.

But Cheryl expected it. This was what was required to get ahead at the TV station.

She began shedding her blouse without any preamble. If she was going to have to fuck him, she might as well get started with it. She wanted to find out exactly where she stood – or laid – after this was over. It was pointless fucking the boss unless she got something more than a good lay out of it.

Murray exhaled his pent-up breath when he saw her tits flop free. They were even better looking than he'd thought. The videotape didn't do them credit.

"This is going to be interesting."

"I hope it's… more," she answered.

Cheryl almost laughed at the speed with which Murray got naked. His haste was so obvious it was almost ludicrous. But she didn't laugh. She knew better. That could spell her immediate firing. And the purpose of this entire fuck was to go up the ladder, not out the door.

"Let me suck on that for you," she said, dropping to her knees in front of the man. She got into the spirit of the thing and started sucking hard on his cock.

Murray felt the sharp pang of sensation surge back into his loins. The girl's mouth was active on his cock. She worked up and down his stiff spire of manmeat with a hunger that amazed him. She might have been stranded on a desert island for years and he was the first man she'd seen. Her sexual hunger seemed that great to him.

But he wasn't griping. Not with a mouth like that sucking and licking and sampling his hard prick.

Her tongue raced around the rim of his cock. She outlined the edge of his glans, then slavered a little around the back of the hood. He felt tingles all the way down to his toes. He knew then that mouth-love wasn't going to make it. He was going to have to possess this woman, fuck her, make her totally his.

But his legs were weak and rubbery. He propped his butt against the desk. The next thing he knew, he was lying full length on his desk with the girl between his legs, her mouth moving constantly up and down his length of prick.

"Ummmm, you taste good!" she exclaimed, then went back to her tasty treat.

He looked down between his legs and saw her black hair cascading all over his crotch. He knew under that flowing mass of raven hair was a sucking mouth expertly working on his tool. But that wasn't going to be enough for him. He had to get into her cunt, find out what Dave had already discovered.

"Up, girl, up!" he commanded. "Straddle my waist. Get that pole you're sucking on into your juicy cunt. It is juicy, isn't it?"

She glanced up, a look of animal lust on, her face. "Lemme show you!" she cried. With a single vault, she was up and sitting on his belly.

He was looking directly into her snatch. The black bush was wet with lust. She left a damp spot on his belly where she crouched. She started rising and falling over his belly. Each time she touched his body, she left another moist spot.

"Wet enough for you?"

"Yeah!"

"Where's that yummy fuck stick?" She groped around and finally clamped her fingers around his turgid length. She guided his prick under her body and to the gates to her cunt.

He felt the dampness immediately when she lowered her body enough to press her pussy lips against the tip of his pecker. His swollen length was being treated to a rain storm of cunt juice. It leaked out from her hot interior and drenched his cock. With her fingers agilely working on him, he was ready to fuck.

"In, stuff it in!" he demanded.

"Whatever you say."

Her body lowered very slowly. The head of his cock was sucked into her seething cunt. He felt, the heat assaulting the purple head of his prick and thought he might go berserk. Trying to arch his back and cram himself full length into her, he found she was in total control. She raised herself just enough to prevent him fucking into her, but not so far that his cock head ever left the clutching warmth of her pussy lips.