Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She came, shrieking and crying out her passion.

As she glided down from her sex high, she felt the three-fold stimulation the man was so expert in. Her tits were well attended to. First one, then the other of her snowy-white cones received his hand. He squeezed, pawed, stroked, massaged. Anything to get her more fully aroused. The way he took her nipple and acted like he was milking it drove her mad with desire.

But that was only part of the act.

When his finger brushed over her clitoris, she came. He continued moving up and down that delicate spire of passion until she was a quivering mass of flesh. Feeling like jello inside, she quivered. Her entire body was one raw nerve ending. The lightest touch sent her off into wild flights of passion.

Most of all, the cock in her cunt gave her pleasure. She moved her body back and forth over his. She couldn't see it going in and out of her snatch. She didn't have to. She could feel it every inch along its path.

She looked straight up at the ceiling. Her eyes were blurred with the level of her arousal. Sex was claiming its toll from her body. She was barely able to keep her balance on top of the man she was fucking.

But she did. She had to. There would be no excuse for losing the fantastic battering ram slamming into her quim. She was juicy with passion. Her body heaved as she took every breath.

Her ass pressed firmly down into his hard, hairy belly. Everything was perfect.

She kept fucking.

Her body slid more smoothly now that both of them were sweating so much. She slammed her hips down as hard as she could around that spike of impaling cock. The fat, swollen length entered her forcefully. She gasped every time it stretched her cunt walls.

The friction of its passage up into her belly was the biggest turn-on of them all, though. She burned. She was afire with lust. She had to have even more of the man.

"Keep going!" he needlessly urged.

"Unnngh, oh, shit, this is goood! I love the way your cock feeeeels inside meeee! AAAIEEEE!"

She came again.

As she floated down from her climax, she knew that it didn't matter if Murray gave her any kind of a job or not. This fucking was worth just being in his office. He was letting her do what turned her on the most, then adding the bonus of his knowing hands at her tits and clit. She was limp with reaction.

Limp but still ready for more.

His cock strained inside, her tight cunt. It pulsed and gyrated about with locked-in desires. He kept an iron control on himself. It wasn't easy. Not when the girl was getting off so easily. He wished he could get his rocks off. But that would end it too soon. He wanted to prolong this if he could.

As the girl's body came sliding down toward his crotch, he arched his back and drove his prick up her cunt-hard. They both gasped with the force of the impact. He didn't think he could penetrate her any farther than he had.

He was wrong. Together, their bodies seemed to become one unit. They were merging as they fucked. He drove harder into her cunt. His cock pierced her body all the way to the cervix. He felt his knobby-ended cock bounce off the gently padded constriction buried so far up her pussy. He knew this wasn't going to be a good fucking.

It was great.

His hand across her boobs kept her from flying off. Her body was writhing around in complete abandon now. He firmly pressed down on her tits to arouse as well as hold her down. The flesh under his fingers seemed to grow as he stroked up and down the slopes of the snowy-white cones. She was getting so hot her tits were expanding like balloons.

The red nipples surrounded by the coppery plain of areola pulsed with life. He could feel her heart throbbing with excitement. There wasn't much more he could do to her here. She was as hot as merely fondling her tits would get her.

He concentrated on her go-button. The little clitoris was straining. It was fat and soaked with the flood of her cunt juices. He smeared the love oils all over her pleasure-center. The clit seemed to respond. It beat in counter-tempo to her runaway heart.

But when he clamped his fingers down over her pussy-lips, he brought her off again.

The sensations knifing into body were too much to be denied. She knew it the instant his fingers lovingly caressed her gash. It drove her over the brink of orgasm one more time. She couldn't remember ever having come so many times, so hard, so fast.

His cock continued to probe her depths. With his fingers closed on her cunt lips, a tight fit was insured. The rigid pussy lips were hard with blood. They seemed reluctant to let his cock go into the well-hidden cunt. But the friction against them gave both the man and the girl the utmost pleasure.

He knew it wasn't possible to hold back much longer. The weight of her body pressing him to the table, the feel of her ass rubbing into his crotch, the buttons of her nipples, the throbbing little clit and, most of all, his cock driving deep into her cunt lit his fuse.

He exploded with lust.

The deeply buried probe of his cock spurted out burst after pearly burst of jizz. He creamed her down for the second time in less than an hour.

His body went berserk. He lifted both of them entirely off the desk as his hips drove to plant his seed even deeper in her womb. They thrashed around for long minutes, then collapsed, exhausted from their fierce fuck.

Murray let Cheryl up off his body. He was dog tired. He couldn't remember when a chick had worn him out like this. It was great!

Cheryl sank into the chair. She barely noticed it when the vinyl stuck to her sweaty skin. She gasped, "Fan-fucking-tastic! I never believed any man could fuck like that."

There was a shade of awe in her voice that puffed Murray up with pride.

"You're no slouch, yourself I think there might be a spot for you around here, Cheryl. I really do."

"As long as it's at the end of your, uh, you know…" She looked at his limp cock, but he got the message.

"Yes, well, enough of this." He crossed to the videotape unit and pressed a red button. The tape went whirring through the machine. "That takes care of the evidence."

What he didn't tell her was that he wasn't doing anything more than rewinding the tape. He wasn't about to let such a sexy recording slip out of his hands. Besides, he still had Dave to deal with. He'd need it as evidence.

"Good. Thanks, Murray. You're a real man – in a lot of ways."

She eyed him with such complete trust he felt the vague stirrings in his cock again. He couldn't believe it was possible, yet it was happening to him.

"Uh, look, you'll get your assignments directly from me. I don't much like the way Dave's been, un, handling things. Why don't you go see what the senator's aide has to say about the foreign-aid bill? Get something first class and maybe there'll be a new job for you. This is strictly on the QT, but I'm not satisfied with the way Dave's been doing his job. Who knows, an eager, intelligent, willing girl might be just the thing we need to boost ratings even more. Yeah," he mused to himself, "a woman anchorman on the news. I like that."

"So do I, Murray. And I'll get you the damnedest interview you ever saw!"

As she left the office she was thinking what it would be like to be anchorman on the seven p.m. newscast. A lot more money, sure, but even more prestige. She could have something to really be proud of then. No more putting up with the likes of Jim and Dick.

Hell, as important as she was about to become, she'd be hiring and firing the likes of them before long.

She thought she liked the idea of being the anchorman. It suited her just fine.

She went off to see how hard the interview would be.

Cheryl had really dressed fit to kill for this interview. She knew how important it was for her to make a good impression on the aide, a Lane Slayton. He was a powerful figure, the senator's right-hand man. Some said that Slayton was more than an aide – he was the power behind the throne.