Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She shuddered when his tongue started working back along her slash. He was licking and lapping up all her juices. She had pursed her cunt lips tightly together. This didn't keep the juices from leaking out. They oozed all over her crotch.

And the man was intent on making sure he captured each and every succulent drop. His tongue pried open her blood engorged labia. Working his tongue tip wider the outer cunt lips, he we able to send tremors of delight into her body. The lips were delicate and the lightest touch was sheer carnal electricity.

If he had touched her there with two live wires, the effect couldn't have been much different.

When he got to her joy hole, she shuddered long and deep. Her spine arched so that she could get him to drive his tongue into her twat. He didn't do it. He we more intent on moving back along her cunt lips and finding new fields to explore. He found the back section of her pussy lips. He diddled around there for a moment, then worked across her perineum. From there it was only a short trip into her asshole.

His tongue speared out and into her asshole with such speed she was completely unprepared for the invasion of her body.

She moaned out her pleasure at feeling the wet oral digit thrusting up her rear passage. Wiggling inside her, his tongue was a real turn-on. She felt her body tensing for orgasm. Trying to hoard the passions lurking in her belly, she denied how much his tongue-fucking of her ass was getting to her.

She almost succeeded.

When he began driving his tongue back and forth, cock hard, she came.

As she drifted down from her climax, she found his tongue working its way slowly back to her cunt. He started driving in and out of the slightly larger hole with his tongue.

Slurping, sucking, licking, he gave her an expert eating out. He didn't miss a single section of her aroused cunt flesh with his tongue. He whipped around inside her velvet-hung pussy until she was hunching up to take his tongue even deeper into her body.

She needed it. She wanted to have his tongue all the way up into her belly. If she didn't get it, she'd surely go mad.

In retaliation, she began sucking hard on his cock. Her tongue rimmed his dick faster and faster. She could feel the friction between her tongue and the hood of his glans. She knew he was getting turned on now. His cock was slowly expanding as more and more blood pumped into his shaft.

He was driving his hips down as hard as he could into her mouth. She valiantly took his cock and gave him the best head she could. It was an awkward position for her. She couldn't move her head on the rug very well.

But it was good enough to bring him off.

The fiery white storm of his jism pouring into her mouth was ample reward for the mouthing she gave him. She sucked up every drop of his pearly cum. She licked and lapped his prick clean. She waited until his cock began to deflate before letting it fall limply from between her lips.

He continued working all up and down her cunt gash. He wasn't going to forego the pleasures of her cunt simply because he'd already gotten off. He wanted more. He was going to give this upstart a tongue-lashing she would never forget.

His tongue probed far up into her cunt. He held her captive by that pink probe in her twat. The juices around his tongue coated it with a gleaming, oily sheath. The acrid taste of the slightly salty excretions turned him on. No wine could taste this good. He wasn't much of a wine connoisseur but he knew what he liked.

He liked the cunt juice flooding from her excited interior better than anything from a squeezed grape.

His tongue became a tornado whirling around and around in her tight little pussy tunnel. He stroked and caressed the slightly rippling walls of her snatch until she wasn't able to control, herself any longer.

She came amid a new flow of cunt juices. He simply sucked them all up until she was dry. Then he continued working with his tongue against her pussy lips until a new supply of the tasty fluid had replaced that which he'd already sucked up.

His tongue began driving in and out of her quim like a piston. It was a slender pink piston, true, but it did the job he intended. She was so worked up, every time he drove past her inner pussy lips, she quivered like a plucked string.

She came again.

This time, he looked up at his watch, then wiled free of the woman's body. He looked down at her, his chin covered with her fuck fluids.

He said, "You'd better get ready far the newscast. Only ten minutes till air time."

"Yesss," she sighed. The feelings in her body were so warm, so nice, she knew she could go on for quite a while drifting on the currents of sex pouring through her cunt.

Then she remembered what he'd said. "Ten minutes! My God, I got to look presentable!"

He laughed at her. It was always like this. Or rather, he mentally corrected, it had always been like this. When he got rid of her and replaced her with that new chick, Roxanne, things would be different. That new piece of tail was, absolutely wanton. There wasn't a thing she wouldn't do.

There wasn't anything he could think of that she hadn't tried and liked. She could fuck all night long. She was an absolute nymphomaniac. Hell, hadn't she begged him to fuck her when she was in her period? It had been a long time since he'd had a bloody fuck. It was so kinky, it turned him on in a big way. And she had promised a lot more. None of this holier-than-thou look Cheryl had. Her innocent act was wearing thin.

She'd been fun. But her time was about over. Roxanne would be a lot better for him in the long run. He was perpetually horny – and so was she. And he didn't feel as if he'd just raped a virgin when he made it with her like he did with Cheryl.

Cheryl saw the look on Murray's face. She wasn't any mind reader but she didn't have to be.

She knew her days were numbered unless she could get in to see Ed Morgan.

The owner couldn't be any different from the rest of the men running this dipshit station.

She was wrong – very wrong.

"… and that's it, folks, for the seven p.m. news. Goodnight." She smiled sweetly and waited for the red light to fade. When it did, Cheryl sighed. It had been one hell of a newscast. She'd given her side of it perfectly. She always did.

But Roxanne had fucked up the weather – the Goddamn, stinking simple weather!

She'd misread the numbers, gotten tongue-tied, even given the same stuff over a couple times. It had been a disaster. But what the hell? Cheryl was going to make sure that the girl didn't last very much longer.

As soon as she could see Ed Morgan…

She stood and decided she might as well strike while the iron was hot. The Boss Man was supposedly in his inner sanctum. She remembered then that she'd never even set eyes on the man. He could have been standing and watching the disaster with the weather the entire time. He might already know what she was going to tell him.

So much the better.

She got up and walked briskly down the corridor to the back door, went out and down the path to the isolated building where he had his private office. She never figured out why he insisted on such an isolated place for an office.

Cheryl would find out. Soon.

She knocked on the heavy door. A speaker beside the door blared, "Who is it?"

"It's Cheryl. You know, the anchorman on the news. I've got a couple things I'd like to talk to you about, Mr. Morgan. It's about the crew on the news."

The electric lock buzzed open and let her in. She closed the door behind her and gasped at the opulence of the office. It was done in a decor that was more suited to a harem. Everything was done in plush velvets and mirrors and brass and…

"Come into my office, Cheryl." The voice seemed to come from out of thin air.