Robert Vickers: Easy office girl

Another inch entered her asshole. The flames charred her. Nerves were flaring and broadcasting a single message: PAIN!

She was positive it was going to be impossible for her to let him do anything else to her. She'd beg him to stop. She'd make him stop. Her guts were churning now. That long cock he was penetrating her with was destroying her.

Before she could utter a single word, his entire cock came surging into her bowels. For a split second, she did black out. Then she recovered and lay on the packing crate, panting and sweating from the pain.

Her inner tissues were slowly expanding to accommodate this mighty male invader into her tightest passage. As she stretched and flowed internally, the pain lessened. Then she could feel his warm cock pulsating inside her ass.

That soothed her, made her feel better. She sighed as he wiggled his hips a little, stirring his cock around inside her. It wasn't so bad now that she was getting used to it. Her body was not only accepting it, it was starting to beg to be ass-fucked.

She had to have that lovely cock reaming out her ass.

She had to have it or go mad with lust.

"Fuck me, ram that cock hard into me!"

"God, you're tight! Tight! And hot!" he mumbled. He couldn't believe any woman could have an ass this tight and hot. If he'd tunneled into a surgeon's glove filed with boiling lava, he couldn't have gotten a hotter, tighter sensation around his dick. He was going to butt-fuck her, whether she liked it or not. He wasn't a guy to let an opportunity like this to go by. There were all too few chances to fuck a good-looking ass like this chick had. They had to be taken – with gusto – whenever they came by.

He started pulling out of the clinging channel of her ass. He felt as if his guts would be pulled out the tiny pin prick hole at the end of his cock. The vacuum formed inside the girl's body was intense. The heat tried to rob him of his control. The wetly clinging flesh of her rectum tried to hold him in.

Placing his hands on the twin globes of her ass, he pushed himself out. There was a plopping noise, and he was free of her grasping asshole. The air felt cool on his cock. He knew he had to get back in and fucking. It wouldn't do letting such a tight ass go unattended.

He quickly moved and pushed against the asshole one more time. Entry was easier. He seemed to flow up the channel. It wasn't any less hot or humid, but the way was open and ready for him. It was still tight, but comfortable now.

Comfortable for the man, sheer, sweet torture for the girl getting her ass fucked. The prick came surging into her once more. Every nerve in her body screamed a dual song. Pain, yes, but even louder was the song of pleasure.

The girl's spine relayed the messages from her asshole all the way to her brain. She started panting heavily with excitement. As she felt her asshole filled again and again while the man fucked away, she began rubbing her tits against the rough boards in the packing crate. Her nipples sprang to attention. As the roughness stimulated her, she let her body run wild.

She became totally wanton. There was no way she could hold back now. The feel of the cock drilling into her ass was thrilling. The excitement she felt from his hands clutching her ass was tremendous. And grinding her boobs down into the crate gave her an extra dimension, a little more stimulation that made her wild with arousal.

"More, more!" she demanded.

Dave grunted and fucked faster. He wanted to give her all she could take – he wanted all she could give.

Every time his cock came sailing up her rear passage, she felt liquid fire fill her bowels. She knew it wasn't going to be long before he gave her one hell of a sexy enema. His cock expanded inside her. She could feel the arrowhead-shaped glans growing with passion. It couldn't be long before he shot his jizz into her.

She began thrusting her hips back to take his cock even deeper up her ass. If she was going to have to be buggered to get the job she wanted, she wanted the cornholing to be the best possible. She hadn't thought it was possible he could go that extra inch up her ass.

It was.

She felt as if his cock were snapping hard all the way through her body and lodging in her throat. Crying out, she heard only muffled sobs coming from her lips.

Hips churning, driving back to meet his forward thrusts, she worked his cock far up her ass. He was… filling her totally. Her tortured insides now begged for more. She had to have it all now!

He panted and drove in as hard as he could. Surrounded by her clutching hot flesh, he could no longer maintain the methodical butt-fucking he had started. He began wildly fucking. The friction seared at his cock. It charred his entire length, then moved down into his balls.

When he fountained out his fiery cum, Cheryl climaxed at the same time. Her body was racked with lust. She found she was breathing with a sandpaper-covered throat. Fire leaped and danced in her body. The orgasm clawing at her senses took complete control of her.

When she had relaxed from the harsh grip of the orgasmic rictus, she managed to say in a husky voice, "Well, Dave, is that payment enough? Call it a down payment."

"Damn, so hot," he mumbled to himself, unaware she'd said anything. Recovering a little, he said, "I thought you were going to burn my cock off. I figured I'd have nothing but a broken-off prick left after that fucking. You got a tight ass, girl, Goddamn tight."

"You didn't answer me, Dave." She twitched her ass invitingly before dropping her skirt chastely over the twin moons. She knew he hadn't missed the promise of more – if he pleased her with the proper assignment. Cheryl was feeling immensely superior to him. She knew he would give in to her demands and give her the interview.

"Sure. Hell, everybody's got to share in the glory around here. So, get that sweet little ass of yours over to City Hall tomorrow morning at nine and interview the mayor. Corruption in government and all the usual stuff. You've seen the kind of stuff we do."

"Thanks for the confidence, Dave. But… I do have so much trouble getting up in the morning. Why don't you come along with me – and make sure I get up in time."

He looked at her and smiled. "Be my pleasure. I never have trouble getting up."

Cheryl returned the smile and said, "I can believe that. Really, I can." Her smile broadened. She knew she had it made now. She'd fucked herself into a secure job.

"… and that was the mayor revealing the full extent of the corruption riddling our city government. He has promised a full-scale investigation into the allegations of sex-for-hire practices among certain of his aides. A follow-up report will be aired next week. Thank you and good night."

Cheryl leaned back in her chair and heaved a big sigh. The interview had gone perfectly. She'd even gotten the son of a bitch mayor to confess a bit more than he'd intended. This was the sort of stuff that won awards – and would put her right in the public eye.

Even after one broadcast people would recognize her on the streets. She'd have fame – after a fashion.

And if she could keep Dave on the hook like she was doing so far, he would keep giving her these cushy jobs. She would keep on being famous. Her name would be on the lips of fully a third of all those turning on a TV set, maybe more if their ratings kept going up.

She was pleased.

And she didn't even get any static from Dick or Jim. They treated her with what Cheryl had to call awe. She was a phenomenon they didn't understand. She was too much for them. From a crummy weather girl, she'd come up through the ranks and was now a top-flight reporter. And it had happened in a single week.

She folded the papers in front of her, stuffed them into a manila envelope and started to leave. Cheryl found Diane blocking her way.