Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She lowered her skirt and patted her ass. It was well fucked. The liquid feeling deep in her bowels was sort of sexy. She thought he must have pumped gallons and gallons of sperm into her asshole.

"I fully understand, Murray. It's so good working with a man when we're both on the same wavelength. It makes things so much easier. But, tell me, how much control do I have on the show?"

"Just about anything you want. Fuck up and I come in, but otherwise, whatever you want."

"I want rid of Dick and Jim. Put them somewhere else. Maybe on the Gonzo the Lost Clown Show or something. But not on my newscast. I don't like them, and I won't put up with them."

"Done. Anything else?"

Cheryl smiled. She simply said, "If I do think of anything else, you can bet I'll tell you."

She was content, even happy. She was still climbing the ladder. From weather girl to anchorman. Not too bad, not too bad at all.

And looking at Murray, she knew there was still room for her to improve herself. She wondered what the owner was like.

"How's my anchorman doing this week, Cheryl?" asked Murray. He had been coming around for the week or so since she had taken over the news to make sure everything was running smoothly. To date, everything was going without a hitch.

Making sure Jim and Dick were cut down to size was only one of her changes. She moved Diane up the ranks a little and put her in a more stable position – nice and safe and no threat whatever to her own ambitions. Cheryl decided Diane was a little too competent to get rid of and for that very reason, she had to make sure she didn't try cutting into her own power.

But it turned out Diane had no ambitions whatsoever. She was content to stay where she was. She was even thrilled at the "promotion" Cheryl gave her. That cemented their friendship more than their lesbian lovemaking ever could have.

Cheryl was becoming the boss around the set. She was even able to run the control room, after a fashion. Roger was too grumpy about her running things. She managed to get rid of him and replace him with someone who didn't have his hangups.

She was proud of the changes she had wrought in the station. She was in complete control now.

She had only the station manager to answer to – the station manager and the mysterious owner, Ed Morgan.

Sooner or later, Cheryl vowed, she would have to see the owner. There was one more change she wanted to make. Murray would have to go. He just didn't suit her needs any longer. And only Ed Morgan would be able to put her into Murray's position as station manager.

Yeah, that would be a nice job, one she could proudly mention. She wouldn't be in the limelight like she was now. That was a secondary consideration. The fame, she found, was fleeting. People didn't really remember her that long off camera. But power was the real trip. That was where it was at.

"Hey, Murray, come on over," she called. She was feeling horny. She could at least get whatever she could out of the man before going on the air.

A little sex always relaxed her, got her ready to face that unblinking eye of the camera lens.

"Cheryl, there you are. I want you to meet the new weather girl. Her names Roxanne."

Cheryl nodded. She noticed the tone of Murray's voice. It wasn't exactly a dispassionate introduction. His voice seemed to caress both syllables of the new weather girl's name. And his eyes positively undressed her right then and there.

It was apparent how Roxanne had gotten her job.

Cheryl tried to be as objective about the new girl as possible. It wasn't easy. Roxanne was attractive, had big boobs which she flaunted openly. That was what turned Murray on, Cheryl guessed. The man loved big tits – something she didn't have.

Cheryl decided that Roxanne was a power hungry bitch on her way up around the station. She'd have to be taken care of or a certain anchorman might soon lose her job. That was the way the game was played.

She ought to know.

"Hey, Murray, let's go into my office for a few minutes. Want to, uh, jaw with you a bit before air time."

He smiled lasciviously. He knew what she wanted. It was almost a ritual. He said, "Okay, but it'll have to be quick. Got to get some of the format changes on the board."

In her office, Cheryl didn't waste any time. She said, "Oh, Murray, I get so uptight going on the air. I don't know what it is. My insides get all shaky and I can't concentrate very well."

"I know what you mean. I get the same way every time I see you!"

"Liar! But I like it."

"Bitch! You love it, and you know it!"

He came to her and hiked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any pantyhose. Not for the news, where she would be seated behind a desk for the entire half-hour broadcast.

It was quick work stripping off her panties. His fingers began to exploit her cunt. It was already liquid and flowing out her juices for his benefit.

Cheryl sighed when she felt his fingers working back and forth along her gash. It felt so nice having a man's hand there. When his finger plunged all the way up her twat, she quivered. It wasn't an orgasmic quiver, just one of sexual enjoyment.

"Go on, Murray, eat it out! I want to feel your tongue slurping up my juices. Lick me clean!"

"Only if you suck me off, too. A tit for a tat."

"You mean a cock for a twat!"

"However you want it!"

She hastened to get his fly open. His cock wasn't even stiff. She took that to be slightly ominous in its implications. She wasn't turning him on like she used to. Dollars to donuts, it was that new slut, Roxanne. She was servicing the station manager. Cheryl could tell by the glances they exchanged.

Cheryl knew she would be on her way out soon if she didn't make her move with the Big Cheese. She'd have to go to the station owner and bypass Murray to stay in around here.

So what? She'd pulled this trip before and it had worked to perfection. There was no reason to think it wouldn't now.

Then she was engrossed in things other than power-tripping. She felt the man's mouth close over her snatch. His tongue began lightly touching. A feathery touch here, a stronger one there. He worked all over her flowing gash.

He had a knowing mouth and used it well. He started at the vee of her cunt lips and tantalized her clit. The meek little pillar of erectile tissue wasn't coming out for just nothing. He coaxed it out. Slowly, it poked its head out of a sheath of protective flesh.

Once out, it was easy for the man to start sucking. His tongue lashed out and roughly caressed the delicate tip. His teeth gently gnawed on the most delicate of her tissues. He looped around and around with his tongue until she was passionately struggling on the floor. She was held captive by his lovely tongue, his probing tongue that would soon be sailing all the way up her twat.

She decided it was time to return the favor. His cock bounced inches from her face. Reaching up, she was able to pull it down into her mouth. Ruby lips closed over his purple crown. The man's cock bucked as she lightly kissed the glans. Her tongue swirled and tormented the agitated rod until he was moaning as loudly as she had been when his tongue was on her clit.

She slowly sucked in another inch of his cock. Her gnawing an the rubbery arrowhead seemed to give the man intense pleasure. Her tongue continually laved the tip to make sure she didn't chafe his flesh. Sucking harder, she drew another couple inches of cock into her face. His hips were bucking so, he was virtually face-fucking her now. She didn't care. She let him do whatever he wanted.

It was sort of a consolation prize. A booby prize for a loser. He didn't know it but his days at the station were numbered. The least she could do was give him a farewell blow job.