Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She would remedy that sorry condition. Stroking, massaging, she worked her fingers through the tangled forest of his bush. The pubic hair clung to her fingers. She gently tugged at tufts of hair, stroked and smoothed out the jungle of tangled threads. And all the time, her fingers moved over the skin of his crotch.

She probed under his body, hunting for his asshole. When she found it, she decided to give him a dose of his own medicine. Her finger plunged up his asshole.

"Ungh!" he groaned. "Th-that's great!"

"Yeah. So do it for me! You cheap bastard, the least – ohhhhh!"

His finger finally penetrated her back door. She felt the wiggly digit work its way through her anus and then into her rectum. It flexed and moved in her tightest passage. She felt her insides turning to a watery blob again. Her passions were slowly building up to the breaking point.

She could barely keep her balance. With the finger up her asshole, she was impaled from behind. And totally empty up the cunt. She rotated her finger in the man's asshole to give him a little of what he was giving her.

Together, they stimulated each other. She felt her cunt begin to water again. It drooled out its juices. She let them trickle down over his balls. The thick, sluggish fluid tickled and aroused him. She could feel excited blood pumping back into his cock. It wouldn't be long before he got it up again.

She'd get him going one more time, then hit him up for a better job. She figured her tenure under Dave was at an end. Now that the station manager had sampled her wares, she could get anything she wanted directly from the boss.

The thought suddenly hit her that Dave's job might be an interesting one. She could do it at least as good as he could. Maybe he would be moving on – resigning – rather than getting fired for what he'd done with the videotape camera.

That amused her. She could have the anchorman position on the seven p.m. news. Everyone would know her. Fully half the viewing audience watched that newscast – they weren't number one for nothing.

She could be famous. Everyone would know her – and the pay would have to be a hell of a lot better.

Yeah, she could live with that. Dave had outlived his usefulness and Murray was just getting ready to prove to her how nice he could be to her.

That seemed a fair trade to her. She would get Dave's job in return for the "favors" she could bestow on Murray.

He didn't seem to be complaining any right now about the way she did business. Quite the contrary he was enjoying the living hell out of it!

The finger swirling around in her bowels cased a sensation like a billion fire ants inside nipping away at her guts. When he started shoving it in and out in a mock butt-fucking, she knew she'd have to have his cock again. Either that or go mad with desire. A finger-fucking of her just wasn't enough for a woman as highly sexed a she was.

She struggled to get his dick up and ready to fuck one more time. The feel of his belly under her smooth ass urged her on. The finger ramming in and out of her asshole made her all too aware of her desires, her needs in the sexual area.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, she felt a throb of life in the limp prong. With great effort, he we getting it up again. She knew she'd given him one royal fucking. She didn't mind his cock going limp. She just wished he could get it up faster after she'd milked him for so all his pearly cum.

She lightly pinched the sac containing his balls. It seemed to be filling up with jism again. Her own finger moved slowly back and forth in his ass. This wasn't having enough of an effect for the woman.

She reached over and pulled a scarf from her purse. She began knotting the scarf every half inch or so.

"Hey, what you doing?" he demanded.

"Wait mid see. This is going to be super for both of us."

She knotted the entire length of the scarf, then found his asshole again. She started shoving the knotted length into his rectum. He moaned and hunched up so she could get a better view of her target. Soon, the entire scarf had vanished up his shit chute. Only an inch of the scarf remained outside his rectum.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"You'll see, you'll see, I guarantee it!"

She started driving her finger in and out of her cunt. She wanted the maximum turn on possible before she started. It felt so good having something – even if it was only her own finger – up her twat. It made her even more aware of what was to come.

She checked the condition of his prick. It was about half-erect. It was about ready for giving her pleasure again – anything Murray got out of it was incidental to her. She was turning into an incredibly greedy bitch, thinking only about herself.

That was the way the game was played in this league. And she was becoming an expert player.

"I think I'm about ready for your hot little slit again, doll. Why don't you try getting it in?"

"Anything you say, Murray."

She gripped the semi-stiff cock. It was pliable. She could bend it unlike when it was fully erect. She manipulated it until it was bent back and poised at her pussy lips. She sighed, then shoved it into her twat.

The shock rattling through her body was like a sledge-hammer blow to her guts. The cock had been almost limp until she put it into her cunt. The quickness with which it stiffened into a fully usable prick amazed her, dazed her.

She felt it driving up hard and fast into her pussy. The broad arrowhead bulged and filled her completely. She was held firmly in place now with a finger up her ass and a cock spearing into her cunt.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "I can actually feel my cock inside you!"

He wiggled his finger. She could feel his finger working up and down the length of his prick through her thin inner tissues. It stirred her up a bit. But mostly it was the cock resting in her well-greased cunt that gave her the most pleasure.

She was filled, complete. She was one with the hard battering ram of flesh.

"Go to it, babe, go to it!" he cried.

She leaned back until her back was fully supported by Murray's broad chest. Her ass pushed down firmly into the curve of his belly. His groin was totally occupied now with ass flesh. His cock curled back and stayed firmly up her twat. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Seeing the possibilities in this, he reached around her body and crushed her jugs flat. His fingers danced over the mounds of tit flesh. He tweaked and worked at her nipples, now red fingers pointing directly at the ceiling. He mashed the hard buttons down into the marshmallowy flesh underneath.

Cheryl moaned her pleasure whenever he touched her there. Her chest was alive with sexual magic. She was totally aroused now. Her hips moved back and forth along his body. His cock slowly exited, from her cunt.

When only the broad purple crown was inside her pussy lips, she stopped. She reversed her course and moved down his body until the cock was fully in her quim once more.

That, coupled with the pawing he was dishing out to her tits, gave her dual stimulation. The arrows of delight lancing down into her chest filled her with burning desire. The cock slipping back and forth in her cunt was enough to get any woman hot and ready to fuck with all the strength in her body.

When he abandoned one of her boobs, she protested, "NO! Keep on – umm, yes, ohhhh, my clit!"

He had moved until his hand was working all over her clitoris. The tiny spire of sensitive flesh was fully erect and poking its meek head out to see what was happening. He took full advantage of this. His finger closed around it and squeezed down.

It was as if someone had driven a six-inch railroad spike into the girl's guts. The sensation was a weird combination of ice and heat. She might have had a frigid ice pick stabbing into her belly. She couldn't put up with the diddling of her clit for very long.