Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She came down another inch. He felt himself plunging into the well other cunt. It was so totally erotic he could hardly believe it.

He could see his cock vanishing into her body. The pink pussy lips puckered up and lewdly kissed his prong. The tiny droplets of cunt juice covered everything. His own bush was just as wet as hers now. From the bottom other pussy mound, his gaze worked upward.

The trim waist, the deep depression of her navel, the heaving of her boobs as she became more and more excited was the picture he got. It pleased him. It pleased him a lot.

But not as much as having his cock slowly taken into her cunt. He couldn't remember as tight a cunt around his fat prod – ever. Even the fist cherry he'd popped hadn't been this good.

She moved hers hips in an enticing circle. Twisting from side to side, she screwed herself firmly on the upraised cock. The sensations smashing into her body were incomparable. She loved it. If she had to prostitute herself, she might as well enjoy it.

The feel of the cock in her cunt made her whole, complete, a total woman. The way her pussy lips were compressed and tucked in with the cock gave her extra thrills. She felt the waves of passion surging into her cunt from all around the hot poker of his cock.

Twisting around the impaling spike of manmeat caused new and more intense sensations in her body. Her pussy walls clung and gripped hard at the cock inside her. She literally felt as if she were pulling her cunt walls out when she let her hips swing back and forth.

It was too good. She couldn't hold in her passions any longer.

She began fucking herself with all the power she could.

Instead of letting the rest of the station manager's cock into her twat one inch at a time, she simply relaxed. Gravity did all the work. She was suddenly totally filled with his pulsating dong. She didn't hesitate after getting filled to overflowing with his cock. It was great. She loved the way the jerking cock strained and danced in her twat. But she wanted more.

Lots more.

She tensed her leg muscles and lifted up. Clamping down with her cunt muscles, she tried to keep the cock in her. With her body lifting off and her pussy clutching fiercely, something would have to lose. The flow of cunt juice decided the matter.

The slippery lubricant betrayed, her fiercely clutching snatch. His swollen prick slipped from her cunt with a sloppy wet plop!

She didn't allow him the chance to relax. Her body came hurtling down around his pole again. She might have been a fireman sliding down the well-greased pole to answer the fire – the fire blazing merrily inside her completely aroused body.

She fucked herself with greater speed. Rising, falling, she fucked until her insides were aquiver with undiluted sex. The feelings in her body were too intense for her to hold back. The driving cock in her twat generated friction. It burned. Her insides burned. Every nerve felt like it was dipped in acid. Her spine carried the message to her brain.

And then she exploded.

She came.

Crying, thrashing, spearing herself on his cock, she fucked as hard as she could. She needed that pecker in her twat. She had to possess every single inch of his pussypleaser. The cock didn't disappoint her. It remained rigid, firm and… satisfying.

When she felt one hand clamp down on her tits, she came again. He had reached up and gripped a handful of tit flesh. He was teasing her, playing with her turgid nipples. Catching one mushroomsized nipple between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked.

The carnal stab of delight into her chest made breathing hard. She was consumed with lust now. All she lived for was the self-fucking, the cock in her cunt and the hand fondling her tit, toying with her nipples.

An added dimension was added to the fucking when she sensed his other hand reaching up under their bodies. As she lifted off his cock and exposed it to the cool air of the office, his hand gripped tightly around his lusty spire and pressed firmly against her pussy lips. This sent jolt after jolt of sexual electricity blasting into her belly.

When she came crashing down, his cock impaling her and reaming out her snug cunt, he moved his hand to her clit. There, he diddled and fingered and stroked the erect little spire of sensitive flesh. That was more than enough to bring her off again.

The threefold stimulation of her erogenous zones took its toll on her body. She came a fourth time. And a fifth and a sixth. She seemed to be tireless. There had to be more in this for her. She loved the feel of cock in her twat. The hand on her clit. The lust-aroused nipple being fondled.

She came another time.

This climax did the man in. He had been able to bear up under the intense friction her rise-and-fall fucking was producing on his erection. Her juices were enough to lubricate him. But when the last orgasm caused her cunt walls to collapse with the force of a mine shaft closing, he felt his entire cock clutched by a velvet glove.

A vise closing on his cock couldn't have been tighter – and nothing was hotter than her twat.

He felt the slow tide of his jism rising from his balls. When it erupted out the end of his dong, he completely whitewashed her insides. He thrust up and ground his crotch into the girl's body. Their crotches working hard against each other pushed them both up the pinnacle of orgasm. They soared, enjoying the ultimate human experience.

When they had exhausted the passion in their bodies, they lay together for a few minutes on the desk without saying a word. Murray let his hands rove over the girl's supple back. He even started running his hands over her lily-white ass. That attracted him immensely. He wondered what it would be like to fuck that curvy behind.

He figured there was only one way of satisfying his curiosity.

He would do it. He was the station manager, she was the employee wanting a job.

Cheryl finally said, "Gee, Murray, you're great! I… I hope you're not going to do anything with that videotape of Dave and me. You know how it is. I had to do it. But with you, I loved it!"

"We'll see, Cheryl, we'll see."

He started to wonder who held the upper hand.

He'd sampled her sexual delights and was hooked. What wouldn't he do to get more?

Then it didn't matter any more.

Cheryl rolled over and lifted her leg over his body. She firmly planted her ass directly over his crotch. His limp cock wasn't up to responding. That caused Murray all sorts of grief. His body told him, "Go! Go! Go!" and his cock simply couldn't respond.

Not yet.

Cheryl scooted a little up and rested her pillowy ass on his belly. She sat up. Facing away from him, her back naked and exposed, she leaned forward and started playing with his balls.

Murray reached out and started caressing her back. He traced out each and every bone in her spine. Goosebumps appeared on the smooth flesh. He stroked them away with quick, warming motions. His hands drifted lower. He found her ass seductively resting on his slab-hard belly.

Working his fingers into the canyon between her ass cheeks was easy. Sweaty, he had all the lubrication he needed for the excursion. He gripped one of the pale moons and squeezed.

The tiny squeal he got out of the girl was enough to goad him on. His fingers worked lower. As they did, she rocked forward to expose more of her bottom to him. He quickly found the tightly held, puckered anus. A finger prodded gently into her anal sphincter. It wasn't a hard pressure, just insistent.

She groaned, "Oooooo, keep going in, shove your finger in!"

"In a bit, doll, in a bit. I want to play around a bit more."

"NO!" she protested.

"When I'm ready!"

She decided to help him along. Her agile fingers worked ceaselessly on his balls. She fondled the hairy sac, now limply dangling under his equally limp cock. The balls weren't aroused and churning like they had been earlier.