Robert Vickers - Easy office girl

Diane looked at her coldly, then said, "I've got to run. See you tomorrow, Dave." There was just a hint of a wink as she said it. Her meaning was obvious.

And it was obvious to Cheryl she would have to get the mayor's scandal interview that night.

"So Rog promoted you, huh? That was sure quick. You haven't even been on the weather for a week." He eyed her in appreciation. Beauty was always nice, and he thought of himself as a gourmet of fine female flesh. There was a lot to Cheryl to savor.

"He and I seem to see eye to eye on a lot of things. We decided tonight that it was a waste keeping me on the weather." She sat down beside Dave on a packing crate. This was his domain. A quirk, maybe, but he seldom ever used his office. She'd heard him say he hated telephones, and there weren't any back here to bug him.

"Yeah, I can imagine. You and I see eye to eye, too? Any possibility of that, you think?"

"Well, yeah, if you give me the interview with the mayor. I think we might see eye to eye real well if that happened." She took a deep breath to make sure he didn't miss the swell of her tits. Overkill, maybe, but she wanted the job.

"Choice plums like that don't come up too often."

She began unzipping his fly. "I bet this choice plum comes up all the time." She looked at the purple head of his massive cock. It wasn't as long as Roger's, but it was much thicker. It looked like a bludgeon. And tasty enough to suck on a little bit.

So she sucked.

"Ummm, yeah. Tasty plum, uh, choice plum of an assignment, I mean. Oh, wow, you do that good." He sighed and leaned back. He looked at her mane of flowing hair the color of a raven's wing. The black strands completely covered his crotch. But he knew that underneath the hair was an incredibly talented mouth.

She rolled her tongue around the rim of his cock. She traced out the path around the edge of the purple hood cresting his prick with loving care. She didn't miss a single spot as she slowly made the circuit.

Jolts of sexual electricity shook Dave as he sat on his chair. His balls tightened down into hard spheres. The balls tumbled and banged against the inside of his hairy sac. He knew that this chick was going to do anything he wanted.

It would bear looking into. He was getting tired of Diane. Cheryl was certainly a lot better-looking, too. He'd sure as hell find out if she was a better fuck.

"Enough of that, wench!" He swatted her upturned ass. She yelped but only looked up with trusting eyes. He felt his cock getting so damned hard it hurt when he saw how innocent and naive she looked.

"What would you like?" Her voice was like a small animal, trapped and wanting desperately to run.

That made his cock even harder thinking what a thrill it would be possessing a woman like this.

"Bend over one of those crates. I think I'm going to fuck you from behind. Makes me feel lusty, you know?"

Cheryl quickly bent over the nearest crate and biked up her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties – they were in Roger's office.

"Hell, you came ready, didn't you?" Dave stroked his hand over her pussy lips. "Hmmmm, you're even wet. Wet, hell, I think I know how you got that sudden promotion. I'm not taking sloppy seconds off anybody, and that includes Roger."

Cheryl suddenly felt a cold lump in the pit of her stomach. She knew her chance for the interview was slipping away. Then she realized the opportunity might not have totally flown. Dave's hand still rested on the smooth curve of her ass.

"Hmmm, there's another spot that looks okay." She felt the sudden stab of his finger against her anus. His index finger wiggled a little against the tightly held anal sphincter muscle, then plunged deep up her ass. If an electric wire had been thrust into her bowels, it couldn't have felt much different.

"Oh, yesss!" she moaned. "Fuck me there! It'd be so gooooood!"

The finger worming around inside her ass felt so good she could hardly believe it. The warmth of the man's hand on her ass, the way his finger flexed and curled up in her shit chute, his very presence made the prospect of taking his cock up her rear channel exciting.

"I will, you little bitch, I will. When I get ready."

Dave's fingers parted the two meaty slabs of her ass cheeks. The humid crack yielded to his pressure and revealed the mysteries of the woman's body. He dropped to his knees and began kissing the smooth flesh presented to him. His tongue licked and slurped and went down into the canyon of Cheryl's ass.

He pulled his finger out of its tight receptacle and immediately thrust his tongue firmly against her anus. The tight little ring of muscle seemed to tighten even more. He wasn't put off by this. He just pressed even harder.

Reluctantly, his pressure caused the guardian of the girl's back gate to surrender. It was a gradual intrusion. Slowly, his tongue began to enter her body. When the whole finally gave up, Dave's tongue speared into her bowels.

A tremor went through the girl's body. She didn't believe it was possible to be this turned on just by a man's tongue. But where it was had a lot to do with her arousal.

He was actually tongue-fucking her up her ass! The wet, rough passage of his tongue in her asshole excited her, made her tremble and shake in reaction. It was the most unbelievable experience she had ever had.

"Deeper, oh, yess, deeper!"

"Umgh!" was all Dave could answer. His tongue was busy working even farther up her asshole. His jaw muscles were straining to drive his tongue as deep as possible up her rectum. He felt the heat radiating out of her tight passage and knew it would be sheer paradise ramming his cock up her ass.

It was tight for his tongue, it was going to be the greatest fucking ever when he used his cock!

He could hardly wait. With his mouth hurting from the strain of trying to tongue-fuck her all the way up the ass, he decided it was time to get into her with something even better.

His tongue wetly plopped out of her asshole, now relaxed and ready for anything.

"You want good assignments, you pay in advance for them," he said to the agitated girl. She silently reveled in the man's words. She was going to get the assignment if she let him fuck her butt.

"GO on," she urged, "bugger me! Fuck the hell out of my ass!"

The words shocked her. She didn't even realize she was saying such vile, crude things until the escaped her lips. Yet, they seemed to make her even hotter. Her cunt was oozing out a steady stream of lubricant now, oily fluid that wouldn't be used where she was going to be fucked.

"Never cornholed a chick this tight before," he muttered, more to himself than to the girl. "Gonna be fun!"

She trembled and bent forward over the packing crate when she felt the tip of his cock press firmly into her asshole. The blunt end of his glands pushed through the tight ring of muscle. When the entire broad head of his cock passed through her asshole, she gasped in pain.

It shouldn't have felt this bad. He was tearing her apart! Her insides felt as if they were being torn and ripped apart. He was mutilating her with his battering ram of a cock.

"Stop, noooo, it hurrrrts!"

"Stop, like hell! I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!" He was panting in reaction. The way her asshole clamped down around his prick made him want to cream her rectum. He kept a tight control on his emotions. It wouldn't do to fuck her a couple of seconds, then come. He wanted a nice, long ass-fucking.

And he was going to get it.

He shoved in another inch.

It felt like a red-hot poker being jammed into her guts. Her inner membrane stretched and pulled to accommodate his monstrous girth. He wasn't as long as Roger, but he was a lot thicker. That made the difference. He was pulling her apart with his cock. It had to be at least six inches in circumference. She didn't know if she could take much more without fainting.