Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

He knew what it was like to crawl between her womanly thighs and stuff his cock into her. She had a tight cunt, almost virginal. Roger smiled faintly at the thought. When he'd fucked her, he'd thought he was getting a cherry from the way she'd acted. No virgin, but definitely not very well versed in the ways of screwing.

Still, he didn't complain. He wasn't getting any off his old lady since she'd started on her "Not tonight, dear, I have a headache" kick. When the owner had told him to get a new weather girl to take the place of the ugly bitch who'd left, he saw it as a divine opportunity.

When Cheryl walked into his office, all nervous and innocent looking, Roger knew he'd hire her if she would put out. Somehow, that intent had been conveyed to Cheryl, and she'd let him fuck her. He was glad she didn't put up much of a fuss over it. Hell, this was the way things were. Nobody got ahead these days without some sort of grease.

A guy had to kiss ass all over the place, a chick had to put out. It was that simple.

"Roger, I don't know how much longer I can put up with those two."

He loved watching her talk. She had a breathless quality about her. It made her tits bulge and heave. With the blouse she was wearing – almost wearing! – her jugs threatened to spill out at any second. The marble-white flesh was gently veined with blue. Those knockers begged to be handled, kissed, sucked on.

And the way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse, Roger counted himself lucky he didn't blow his wad then and there.

"You can't let them get you down. They're harmless. Just a couple loudmouths."

"You hear them, don't you?" She sat down in a chair. When she crossed her legs, he was treated to the smoky flash of thigh all the way to her crotch. He felt his own crotch responding. His cock almost hurt with the painful intensity of desire he felt.

"Sure." Did he dare tell he got off on what Jim and Dick said? That he enjoyed watching her squirm? No, he decided, that might scare her off. She was like a small child, trusting, innocent, and… one hell of a good fuck.

"Why don't you tell them to stop?"

"You know why I don't. If I came down heavy on them it would just make it worse for you. They's make your lovely face look fat and bulgy or yellow or any of a dozen things. Those cameras are versatile. And, believe it or not, Jim and Dick are the best we've got running them."

"Well, Roger, I… I just can't take it much longer. As much as I need the job and all that, I'm going to quit if they don't stop!"

"Hey, calm down. Look, doll, they're harmless. They don't mean anything by it. And, uh, who knows, something may come up for you in the near future. Know what I mean?"

He unzipped his trousers. Sitting as she was, his cock was at eye level. She swallowed hard as she saw the swollen red tool snap erect. It was quivering and hard. Cheryl knew what the producer wanted. She knew what he expected her to do.

She found herself torn between her code of morals and an animal desire to reach out and stuff that meaty prong into her mouth. Knowing her job depended on what she did now, she hesitated for only a second.

She needed the job worse than she needed to preserve her morals. Besides, she was being forced into this. She knew deep don in her heart she would never do anything this vile of her own accord.

Reaching out, she placed her fingers lightly against the bucking cock. It was already hot with lust. She sat up straight in the chair and moved closer. Her fingers looped around the prick, trapping it in a cool grip. She heard the man moan softly as she squeezed down on his cock.

Pulling, she moved him forward until her lips gave the purple head of the cock a light kiss. It was tentative, unsure. Then, feeling the prick begin to quiver in her hand, she started kissing along the entire length of throbbing manmeat.

She heard the man moan, then grunt as she began nuzzling in the bush of hair surrounding his nuts. Her tongue flicked out and gently nudged the balls trapped inside the furry little sac dangling under the rigid spire.

Lightning bolts of delight blasted into his groin. The tiny bit of wetness that was the girl's lips made him so damned horny he wanted to fuck her lovely face then and there. He could barely restrain himself. Knowing there was even more in store for him if he cooled it, the man waited for his chance.

He'd come soon enough. He could enjoy her mouth moving all around his cock.

Then he'd face-fuck her.

"GO on, babe. Lick it good. Take it into your mouth. I love it when I feel those lips of yours on my cock." He laced his fingers through her lustrous black hair. He started guiding her head up and down his cock so that she wouldn't miss a single square inch of his aroused flesh.

"Umm, you taste… good!" she exclaimed. And she truly thought the cock under her lips did taste good. It wasn't a lie. Even though the idea of sucking on that horrid thing turned her off, there was something about this entire act that she really grooved on. She was really getting into it in a big way.

"Damn straight! And you'll take it all!"

His words made her quiver with excitement. He was so commanding, so dominant. It made her feel like jello inside. Whatever he wanted her to do, no matter how humiliating, how degrading, she would do it – gladly. The producer had a take-command attitude that made her like putty in his hands.

She was his slave to do with as he wished.

And he wished for her to suck his cock.

She sucked.

Her lips opened into an "O" that took his plum-tipped cock. She surrounded him, then started sucking. Not too hard but enough to let him know she was obeying. Her tongue was moving roughly over the sensitive tip of his prick. She felt the trembling flesh under her tongue and was happy.

She was making him happy – and that made her glad. She was pleasing him with her mouth.

She sucked harder. He groaned, then shoved his hips forcefully forward at the same time he pulled her head into his crotch.

The girl suddenly found herself with a faceful of cock. She felt the rubbery tip of his prick bounce off the roof of her mouth. She had just enough time to wallow before the massive prong came surging into her throat.

She didn't choke. She was able to take his cock all the way down her windpipe.

He moaned his pleasure. The wet, pink cradle of her tongue stroked and bucked slightly under his dick. The roughness stimulated the most sensitive area of his cock and made him desire her more than before. Looking down, all he could see was his prick vanishing between her ruby-red lips. It seemed almost as if his cock were growing from her face.

When she swallowed, he was treated to an erotic massage. Her throat muscles moved against his deep-thrusting dong. It was almost too much for the man to endure. He managed to keep from shoving his hips forward even harder. He knew she would have to learn to take him wherever – whenever – he wanted.

Whatever his intentions, Cheryl was unable to keep the swollen rod of flesh down her throat very long. She moved backward and let it slide wetly from her mouth.

Gasping, she shoved it out of her mouth for a moment and muttered, "Is th-that what y-you wanted?"

"Yeah. Don't stop!"

She hated herself. She hated sucking on his prick. She discovered she hated herself worst of all – for enjoying this degradation.

Her cunt was actually beginning to drool obscenely. She felt positively wanton. This humiliating scene was sexually arousing her. She felt a deep yearning in her cunt. It was a hollowness that demanded attention. There had to be a cock driving hard and fast to fill the void between her legs.

If she didn't get it, she would surely go crazy with lust.

She hated what the man was doing to her – and loved every single second of it!