Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

And all that distance to the ground!

Her body went berserk with orgasm. She screamed and thrashed around in the man's tight grip as best she could. Falling. She could fall to her death at any instant. Or be discovered. The security cops walked the grounds at night. What would they think of seeing her stark naked, dangling over the edge of a building, a long, hard prick fucking her juicy little cunt?

She didn't even want to think about those things. They were in her blonde head but it was her cunt that drew her undivided attention. The way the man's hard prick drove mercilessly into her pussy gave her bliss she hadn't known for too long.

"Keep going, love, keep fucking my poor little cunny!"

Her only answer was a grunt from the passionately straining man. He had braced his bare feet against the edge of the building. If he relaxed for a split second, they'd both hurtle to the hard ground ten stories below.

His balls ached from the strain of the fucking. His belly muscles pulled taut and were beginning to ache from the unusual fucking position. His hard prick was being bent at an unnatural angle.

It may have been unusual for him to fuck downward into a gripping, steamy cunt, but it was stimulating him to the breaking point. He barely kept his lead-heavy jism locked up in his balls.

Twisting to and fro, he managed to fuck her virgin-tight cunt with every ounce of strength in his powerful body. He lifted her ass up and drove his hard prick relentlessly into her pussy. Then he bounced up on his toes to make sure his cock was driven as far into her inner reaches as possible. This done, he simply relaxed and let gravity pull her body off his hard prick.

"Can't hang on much longer," he moaned. "You're pushing me outta control. God, gotta fuck you, fuck you good!"

He began pulling her body even more firmly against his. Their crotches ground together in a morass of lust. His bush mingled with hers, the cunt juices spilling out of her aroused pussy.

The tickle of her fuck fluids on his balls made them harden into a compact little bag that pained him. He fought back the burning tide of his come. He wanted more of her pussy. He wanted to feel her cunt massaging his entire buried length of needy hard prick. There was nothing in the whole world that mattered more to the both of them in that instant.

He had to really get his rocks off.

Looking past her slender body, he saw the ground. It was framed by her heaving tits. The big mountains of her titflesh bounced around, giving the view an erotic aspect it wouldn't have otherwise had. The thick, red pointy tips of her nipples were erect and demanding. He wished he could reach down and take them between thumb and forefinger.

Her tits would feel bloated between his fingers, but that wouldn't matter in the least to him. And the beautiful woman would get an added thrill from this attention.

But he needed his hands now on her upper arms for support. He couldn't hold her aloft with just the two belts around their middles.

He allowed his gaze to pass her mounds of succulent tits and go across her belly. It was concave with the strain of fucking. He imagined that his prick caused such a suction in her cunt that it pulled her belly down into her fuck channel.

But that was ridiculous. This was simply a reaction to the unique fucking position he'd gotten her into. The triangle of her pussy hair was like an arrow. His long, firm cock was driving forcefully between her pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips.

Those delicate flaps of aroused flesh were obscenely, wantonly kissing his cock. As if they were lips sucking his hard prick, he was pulled into the humid depths of her cunt.

And he came.

He couldn't stand it any longer. His tensed balls churned around until he thought he'd go crazy from holding back the fiery tide of his jism.

His cock gave a convulsive lurch, then spewed out lava-hot come. He creamed in her cunt until he was milked dry. And he was lifting and dropping her body around his hard prick. The heat, the clutching of her gooey cunt, the unusual position, all conspired against Veronica, too.

As he spilled his jism, she came. Together, they twitched and ground their crotches together in a wild display of unbridled passion.

The slender blonde felt like she was falling and soaring at the same time. She forgot all her fear of high places. She was anchored to the world by this man's hard cock. And she was soaring on the wings of her own orgasm.

Karl Bennet managed to pull her back over the edge of the building and softly kissed her. His lips were sweaty and hot and demanding as they crushed her.

Veronica couldn't help herself. She felt weak and totally in Bennet's control. And she wanted more. She wanted lots more of his cock.

Veronica had to have more of Karl Bennet's cock. She would go crazy without it. He had lit the inner fires of her passion again. Nothing less than all-out fucking would serve her now. Her pussy demanded it; she demanded it!

"It's cold up here, Karl," she pointed out. "And we're still bare-ass naked. Let's go back to your office. It's warmer there."

"We could put our clothes back on," he said, grinning. The moonlight gleamed off his perfect white teeth. She returned his lit smile with one of her own.

"Why put our clothes on? If we're going to fuck again?"

"That's what I wanted to hear!" he cried. "Last one back to my office gets laid!"

Veronica made sure she was the last one back. But not by much. She didn't want Karl changing his mind about actually fucking her again. To run mother naked through the deserted office building had turned her on as much as anything else. The very idea of being naked in the halls where she worked sparked her libido. But she wasn't knocking it. She was more turned on now than she'd been when Karl had started fucking her by leaning her over the edge of the roof.

And that really turned her on.

Veronica saw that Karl's cock was still as limp as a hose from their fucking. She couldn't stand that. She had to have him up, hard, ready to fuck again. She wanted to feel that fucking prick buried all the way up her cunt. It had to stoke her desires to the breaking point again!

He might even be able to rip her apart all the way to the chin.

Veronica decided she was horny enough to take the risk.

Veronica went into the room and closed the door behind her. She tossed her clothes onto the floor and moved to a chair close to the side of his desk. His eyes followed her every movement across the room. She saw the smile and knew this was the man for her.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Hot for you, girl," he replied.

For a moment, she couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was married, happily married. And yet she was cheating on Stan. But was it a happy marriage if he couldn't give her what another man could? Was she able to find sexual pleasure outside her home like this? It couldn't be this simple. It just couldn't. And yet it seemed like it was. The man was lusting after her.

"A lot of that going around," she answered, looking down at his crotch again. His cock began to stir. She nervously licked her lips in anticipation. This stud was well hung. There was no way a tiny rigid prick could imitate a firehose like that.

"I'm ready for you again," he said. "You're just what the doctor ordered."

Her hands stroked his shoulders. She was amazed at the play of muscles under her fingers. So strong! He was everything she could have wanted.

And here she'd been hung up over Stan. This stud would put her husband to shame.

And he was all hers!

"Really. Tell me about it."

She longed to get his cock into her hot cunt, his powerful arms crushing her to his body. He was so strong he might be able to mash her like an old beer can. But she couldn't think of a better way to go – as long as his rigid prick was in her hot cunt fucking her deep and fast and hard.