Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

She pulled his cock back into her mouth. This time, her tongue swirled around like a tornado. She touched every bit of flesh near the end of his prick. It received the fiercest, most enjoyable tonguelashing she was able to deliver.

She hated it. And the cock tasted so damn good she couldn't keep herself from tonguing and sucking and lapping at it like some meaty lollipop.

"Go, babe, go!" he cried.

"Ummmm," was all she could answer. This wasn't an easy position for her to answer from. The plug of cock fully engorged her mouth. The way it quivered and jerked around in her face, she knew he was ready to come. It had to be soon. Her sucking was pushing him close to his climax.

The thought of his creamy jism splattering all over her mouth sickened her. Good girls didn't suck men off and then swallow their semen. It just wasn't done.

She felt her insides quake as she anticipated it.

Roger sensed the eagerness of the girl. He moved back a half-step. She almost fell on her face trying to follow his cock. Pulling it almost all the way out of her mouth, he said, "Keep sucking, babe. Keep it hard 'cause I got big plans for it!"

He took a full step back. Cheryl had to go to her knees on the floor to follow him. She clutched fiercely at his legs to keep him from moving away. She wanted his hot jism blasting into her face. The idea horrified her and, at the same time, excited her more than she could ever remember being excited in her life.

Her insides shivering with delight, she sucked harder on his cock.

Roger moved another step back until just the tip of his glands remained in the sucking mouth. He let a little smile touch the corners of his lips. This was fun. He knew what she thought about sucking on a fuck stick. It was degrading for her. He could tell. And it was making her do the very things she hated that turned him on the most. He liked seeing her squirm. It gave him a feeling of power forcing her to suck his cock when he knew she hated every second of it.

"Keep, going, doll. This is nice." He took another step back and she almost fell onto her face.

Looking up with a pathetic gaze, she seemed to say, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Roger smirked. The whipped puppy-dog look aroused him even more. He was going to string her out sexually then pluck her string. He was going to use her, then toss her aside.

It pleased him knowing he could do it so easily. She was so trusting… naive.

"I've changed my mind. I don't want it like this. Your mouth is nice. It feels good, but it isn't as tight as your cunt. I want to fuck you – again." He paused for the words to penetrate. He wanted to make sure Cheryl knew exactly what he was demanding of her. The humiliation would be even greater that way. "I want to fuck you just like I did when you got your job."

The words struck the girl like cold water thrown in her face. She had steeled herself to suck on his terrible cock. Now he was demanding that she debase herself once more by letting him fuck her. She shivered with the terror of it.

But the job – she needed the job so badly, she would do just about anything to keep it. And there was no denying that Roger was telling her this was a condition of keeping the job.

Was he any better than the two cameramen with their lewd comments? The thought raced across Cheryl's mind, then she decided. Roger we better. He could fire her – they couldn't.

And if he could keep her on the payroll he might be enticed into giving her something better to do than just parroting some figure she didn't really understand. There were all sorts of jobs around a TV station besides weather.

Roger could give one of them to her. If she pleased him.

If she made him give it to her by being extra-special good to him and doing whatever he wanted.

The thought then hit Cheryl that she would have to do more than just meekly go along with the producer. She would have to take the initiative. Otherwise, he could keep her on the hook sexually forever, and she'd never get a damned thing from him.

She would have to use sex the way she had to get the job. This time, however, she would have to be better at it. She would have to be the one manipulating. It wouldn't do to ever let Roger use her. Let him think he was. Sure, that was logical.

But she would have to become the one calling the shots.

Cheryl didn't want to be a sex slave to the man for the rest of her life. And she knew that was the way it would end, up if she wasn't a little more clever. She shuddered thinking of all the things he would do to her, all the hideous sexual perversions he could ravage her with.

Just fucking was bad enough. She hated having a man's cock driving so hard into her body – hated it and loved it at the same time. But she would play him for the sucker this time. She would use him until he gave her something more than pointing at cities on a map and reading off highs and lows.

Reporter. That would be a good place to start.

She stood, hands slowly moving down the sides of her body. She smoothed out imaginary ripples in her skirt. She made sure her ass jutted just enough so he got a good view of her flail, round buttocks. Thrusting her chest forward and pulling her shoulders back caused her jugs to bounce and sway seductively. She let a little smile cross her mouth when she saw how it affected the man.

His cock hardened perceptibly.

"Roger, that's nice. But… how about something a little… different? Something a little… sexier?"

"Like what?" This couldn't be the shy little flower he had fucked just a week ago. Cheryl was actually going to give him something rather than passively accept it. It didn't seem in character.

"Oh, there… things." She quickly moved away from him and stood like a model, one hand on an outthrust hip. With slow, deliberate motions, she began a strip tease.

Her fingers seemed to caress each button on her blouse. One button at a time was freed. Each one let out just a little more tit. The first gave the man a faint hint of blushing-pink nipple. The brown plain of areola surrounding the nipple was plainly visible when she finished with the second button. The third gave him a full view of her boobs. The white mounds of tit flesh bobbed out of her blouse. She quickly finished opening her blouse and gripped the hem in her hands.

Spinning in a fast circle, she felt her tits swing away from her body. She gasped as the blood started rushing into her nipples, making them come alive, pulse with life. Her tits became more and more elongated as she spun around.

Stopping suddenly set the twin globes of tit flesh to bouncing. It made her feel sexy – and powerful. She could see the effect she was having on her boss. He was slowly stroking his cock. It would be a laugh if she could make him come and not have to endure his filthy cock in her cunt!

"You like this – so far?"

"Yeah, babe, sure. Keep it up!"

"Just you keep it up, big boy!"

She laughed and clutched both ends of the blouse in her hands. Holding them away from her body, she was able to hide portions of her snowy-white tits whenever she wanted. She could expose just as much or as little of her breasts as she wanted.

While she was sinuously moving back and forth, she allowed one perfect shoulder to snake out of the blouse. The other quickly followed. Turning suddenly, she treated the man to an unobstructed view of her back. She tossed aside the blouse.

She could tell she was really getting to him now. His hand almost flew up and down his prick as he jerked himself off. That old whanger would explode in his hand yet!

That was what she wanted.

To make sure, she began unfastening her skirt. A small wiggle of her hips sent the useless garment over the flare of her ass and down her slender legs to lay in a pile on the floor. She lithely stepped out of the skirt and began working on her pantyhose.