Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

His weight crushed her. He virtually dived and pinned her to the floor with his body. Her tits were smashed under his chest. She was about to complain when she felt the jiggling rod of his cock prod into her cunt lips.

She was happy then. She knew he was going to give her the best fucking he was capable of delivering. And from the looks of this stud, it might be very good indeed!

"Yes, that's it, ohhh!"

He slammed his hips forward. As his groin collided with hers, she blasted off into orbit. The climax crashing through her body made her feel like a lightbulb being turned on. She glowed. Her body was hot. There was nothing dark in the world.

One penetration had set off her climax. She could hardly believe it. As she drifted down, she felt his cock resting inside her. Giving it a little squeeze, she felt the big prick's contours. It was very definitely a huge prize for her pussy to capture.

She tried to sort out all the veins and bulges along the length. It was fairly easy. She could feel the broad purple crown of the cock pulsing. It almost throbbed with life. It shivered and even grew as she felt it within her.

The veins beat in counter-tempo to the man's excited heart. And just outside, she could feel his lead-heavy sac containing his balls wetly bouncing against her upturned ass.

She couldn't dismiss the way his chest flattened her tits or the way he was able to stimulate her nipples. Those counted – they counted for a lot.

But it was his cock giving her the most pleasure. She couldn't understand what it was about this man that turned her on so fast. He was well hung, sure. A lot of studs were. And she'd been fucking some of the best during the last few weeks. That wasn't it.

He was handsome, personable. But so were the other guys. Dave wasn't hard to look at and Roger could charm a chick into doing anything he wanted. There had to be something else.

With the cock slowly expanding her tight cunt walls, she finally understood what it was that made her so hot for this guy.

It was sheer, raw power. He was powerful. He could do things. A snap of his fingers and senators jumped. Power, and she was sharing a little of it now. She was able to bask in reflected glory.

She decided she was a power junkie, a power groupie. And she loved the feeling. Especially since she was getting such a fine fucking out of it. There was no other way she could have gotten close enough to Lane to get his cock stuffed up her twat until tears ran down her cheeks.

"Okay. Enough of this. I'm going to really give it to you. How bad you want it?"

"All the way, Lane, all the way! Hard! Hard!"

"Here it comes!"

He withdrew as quickly as he'd taken her. He poised for a moment as if studying the situation. Then he came hurtling into her cunt like a freight train. His cock seared through her tender tissues. It parted her membranes with the speed of a bullet.

His fleshy pillar of pleasure split her wide open.

She cried openly now. The tears left salty tracks dawn her cheeks. When he began licking the tears off, Cheryl knew everything was going to be just fine. He cared. He was able to fuck her and still think of her as more than a socket to be plugged.

He rocked back and forth with long, slow, hard strokes. His virile attitude was no sham. He was for real. His cock continued to ream her out. It made her cry. It made her shiver. And it set fire to her innards like no other man's cock ever had before.

"Faster, faster, Lane, fuck meeeee!"

He began a corkscrewing motion that took him even deeper into her juicy quint. He rotated her hips and bored right in. The crown of his cock was turning a reddish-purple now. Blood pounded heavily into his prick making it lead heavy. He used it like a battering rant to insert himself into her cunt again and again.

She was filled with liquid flames. They lapped and gnawed at her insides until she couldn't stand it any longer.

She came.

The fire didn't diminish. It burned even more brightly inside after she had been tossed around on the waves of ecstasy. The bludgeon smashing into her body never ceased. It was relentless, untiring. She was sure he could fuck forever.

He wasn't a man, he was a sex machine. A sex machine turned on full blast and fucking wildly.

She thrashed around, humping up to meet his every stroke. They soon fell into a rhythm that suited both of them. It was a slow pace that gradually escalated into a faster and faster tempo.

Lane concentrated on what was happening in his groin. His balls had tightened, compressed into hard spheres of lust. He wanted to let loose and shoot his seed into the hungering cunt surrounding his prick. But that would rob him of the pleasure he was getting with fucking her so much, so fast, so expertly.

He had a lot of pentup emotions to be released. A quick come wouldn't give him the proper feeling afterward. He wanted to be drained of his anxieties, his worries, his sexual needs.

He fucked faster. He felt her humping up to match the increased speed of his penetration into her juicy twat. Each entry was marked by a squishy noise. She was a wet one, he had to give her that. Wet and hot. And her cunt was about the clutchingest he had ever found.

It was almost virgin tight. He couldn't believe his good fortune in finding a chick like this. But he wasn't going to knock fortune. He was going to bang the hell out of the girl, fuck her until she begged for mercy, then fuck her some more.

He was that horny.

His cock stiffened perceptibly. He hadn't thought it would be possible for him to get any harder. But he did. He figured it was because of the incentive he had.

A twat made to be fucked over and over. That was what was spread out for him.

Cheryl opened her legs even wider to give him the best possible shot at her cunt. The black pubic bush was drenched with sweat. She was panting hard now. She knew another orgasm was stalking her. She could feel it crouching inside, waiting. Waiting for the exact moment to spring and take her by surprise.

She started a butterfly motion with her legs. As he rammed his cock into her, she pushed the sides of her legs flat to the floor. As he exited from her juicy twat with a small plop, she lifted her legs until they brushed the sides of his body.

This made him feel like he was driving his cock into an even tighter manhole. And it was this motion, this collapsing around his prick, that brought him off. He came amid a sudden outpouring of his sperm. He bit his lower lip and never uttered a sound.

But Cheryl knew he was really getting off. She could feel his cum hosing down her womb. It blasted up into her belly in spurt after mighty spurt. As he pound his crotch into hers, she felt the beast of orgasm unleashed in her body again. It leaped and devoured her. She was unable to keep from shrieking.

"Unggggh!!! Aieeeee! Ohhhhh!"

"Whew," he panted, looking down into her face. He was sweating heavily from his exertion. "That was just about the best lay I've had in God knows how long. Thank you."

"I guess I should say it's mutual – because it is! You're just too much for any one woman. I bet you got a string of chicks all across the country just waiting for that lovely cock of yours."

Lane smiled, almost shyly, and shook his head. "I'm close to being a Goddamn eunuch since that sex scandal thing. I don't dare compromise my…" His voice trailed off. He suddenly realized he was talking to a reporter.

Cheryl got one of the best interviews of the year from Lane Slayton detailing the senator's stand on foreign policy, fiscal responsibility, defense spending and eight other topics.

Murray was so pleased, he let her have a half-hour special for the interview.

Cheryl knew she was on her way to the top – even if blackmail was part of the ticket up.