Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

She never got any further with her strip tease. She had tormented the man too much. He couldn't control his rampaging emotions any longer. He took three quick steps and gripped her fiercely. Throwing her flat on the floor, his groping fingers slipped under the waistband of her hose and yanked.

There was a ripping noise as the nylon tore. She shrieked, "Ouch! Oh, my poor little match!" The tearing material had chafed her already hot and dripping twat.

"Shaddup! You little bitch!" Roger was like a madman. He yanked and fumbled as he got her pink panties off her. As the fabric ripped free of her slender body, he looked at the curly black pussy mound. It pointed like a street sign down between her thighs.

The white thighs starkly contrasted with the fur-rimmed cunt with its pink lips.

"You like what you see, big boy?" she taunted. She knew he did. He couldn't keep himself in control any longer. He was going to rape her. He was going to fuck her whether she cooperated or not.

All she had to do was lie back and let him do what he wanted. She'd gotten him to react. She had caused him to lose his cool and force himself on her. Now that she was controlling him, she could absolve herself of any guilt in letting a man actually fuck her.

Because he was letting his animal passions run wild – she had merely prodded him into action.

This wasn't any willful act of hers. He was doing it.

"God, so fucking lovely, those cunt lips!" He thrust his hands under her ass and gripped. She moaned as his fingers cruelly closed on the tender flesh.

He lifted her off the rug enough to get into her. He didn't waste any time with preliminary foreplay. He was hot. He wanted to fuck. And in front of him was a tight, hot, fuckable pussy. That was all that he could think about.

He shoved forward. The blunt head of his cock hit against her pussy lips. The slippery flesh caused him to miss his target. He went slithering down her sex gash and between the thick slabs of her ass.

When she squeezed just a little on his cock, he almost came. He pulled free and went hunting again for the door into her depths. His cock pressed firmly against her cunt lips. The pink flaps were shivering with lust now. The cunt juice flowing out made them so wet he could barely keep himself in position.

A quick shove of his hips and the pussy lips folded into the snatch. His fat, swollen cock penetrated full length into her humid, clutching interior. Her twat crushed down around him. He felt as if he'd fucked into a vise.

Hot and tight, he was firmly held in her snatch. He felt a little dizzy as the full impact echoed through his body. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass. The hanging sac was laden with lead-heavy jism begging for release.

He muttered, "So tight! Jeee-zussss!"

"You like it?" she asked. The impact had momentarily taken her breath away. She loathed this, yet it excited her. She could actually enjoy what was happening. She had duped him into fucking her. She was the one who controlled him. And she'd use her body to get her that job she wanted – she wouldn't be a Goddamn weather girl much longer!

Not if the way his prong jerked around inside her twat was any indication of what the man was feeling inside.

He didn't answer with words. He let his body answer with action. Like a piston moving in a well-lubricated groove, he started fucking her. It was a slow, methodical fucking to start. Then he changed to a fast, shallow fucking.

The friction burned at his cock. It filled his guts with liquid fire. If she had taken a million little pins and stuck them into his cock, he couldn't have felt much different. The pressure built up in his balls. The thick cum churned and boiled.

He fucked even faster.

In spite of herself, Cheryl felt her indifference burning away. It actually felt good having that cock in her cunt and fucking wildly. The short, quick strokes lighted the fires of passion she had never known inside her before. She felt changed, altered. Struggling against the desires she felt being born inside her belly, she started thrashing around under the passionate man.

Her movements drove him wild with lust. As she wiggled her hips and bucked up and down, it caused her already tight cunt to contract and grip even more firmly at his delving prick.

"Oh, God, God, fuck meeeee!" she begged. It seemed to her that someone else was speaking. It couldn't be her asking the man to fuck her. But it was. She was so consumed with lust, she would have done anything to get more cock.

The man didn't have to be urged on. He probed deep and hard. His body slammed hard into hers with a wet, sloppy noise. The love juices leaking from her cunt made their crotches slippery. Every time his cock impaled her, there was a lewd smacking noise. When he pulled out of her tight manhole, he broke the vacuum with a pop!

Her insides had turned to water. She felt weak and shaky. There was nothing in her world now except for the driving cock. Raising her legs, she found she could suck him even deeper into her twat. By pressing her knees flat on the floor on each side of her body, she collapsed her cunt so much the man was scared she would rip off his cock at the roots.

But he didn't complain. He fucked harder.

And as he drove even harder into her impossibly small hole, he started a fire beyond Cheryl's control. The blaze lapped and licked at her insides. It moved up into her loins. It worked its way with insidious urgency into belly. Her tits felt like overinflated balloons that would explode at any instant.

Arching her back, humping up to meet his incoming cock, she captured his pussy-pleaser.

For the first time in her life, she came.

The red wave of climax washed though her body and caused her to moon, "Unnggghhhh!" She was totally seized and held captive by the iron grip of orgasm. A new world was revealed to her, a lovely, wonderful world.

She could barely comprehend it as the man's cock started giving her such intense pleasure.

All she knew for certain was that she had to have more – she had to possess his luscious cock!

Becoming totally aware of her body, she reveled in the feeling flooding her. The friction generated by the man's cock a it raced back and forth in its channel made her moan and shudder with carnal delight. The pulsing length of meaty prick inside her twat launched wave after wave of pleasure through her.

She knew the joy of orgasm for the third time. The feelings in her as she drifted down from her sexual high were unique, totally different from anything she had previously experienced. The feel of the huge cock splitting her wide was tremendous – she started needing that cock like a junkie needs a fix.

She became a sex junkie. Her fix was a throbbingly alive, all male cock fucking her.

The world seemed to spin and whirl around her now. Her eyes couldn't focus. The flaming-hot poker ramming in and out of her whipped her passions to a fever pitch. The wet grinding of the man a groin against her slowly stimulated her clit until she was moaning constantly in arousal.

The lightest touch did magical things to her. With a body filled with pent-up emotions like hers, anyone unlocking that reservoir unleashed a flood. She was caught up in the throes of sex. It became a mystical experience for her.

The pulsating cock streaking back and forth in her cunt was all she lived for. She needed it. Buried full length in her cunt, she imagined she could feel every single contour of that organ. The big blue vein stood out and pulsed with lust. Every time he pulled out of her, it was as if his cock was pulling her guts out of her cunt. The intense vacuum formed between his cock and the clinging walls of her box caused her to lose all control of her body.

She began hunching up to meet his every thrust. She tried to take his cock as deeply into her body as possible. She winced under the impact of his body against hers. She grunted as he rotated his hips, stirring her guts with his steel-hard cock buried balls deep up her cunt. She even pleaded when he pulled out of her twat.