Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

"Cheap whore?" Veronica asked, dazed. She didn't think so. Her neckline plunged way down the front and allowed the soft swells of her tits to threaten immediate escape, but a whore? And her skirt was tight, very tight. It was probably obvious she wore only daringly skimpy panties because the skirt was so tight. But a whore?

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean it like that. It's just that you're so lovely. I've got headaches over a new purchase scheme the company's put in. And I didn't mean to snap at you. I apologize."

"Accepted," she said.

"You are very lovely," he said, his voice softening even more.

Veronica was thrilled inside, her guts churning now. She wanted Karl Bennet. She wanted him so badly she felt her heavy cunt juices leaking out of her trembling pussy and running down the soft insides of her thighs. Never had she been so infatuated with a man in such a short time.

Why couldn't she respond like this to her own husband?

"Are you all right?" Bennet asked, his eyes narrowing a little.

"No, no I'm not," the lovely blond woman said forcefully. "I need something only you can give me." The sight of his crotch bulging, his pants tenting up, made her even bolder. She pointed at his cock. "I want that."

Veronica got up and ran her fingers lightly over his growing erection.

She felt the thick hose of his cock inside his pants and knew then that she had to have him fucking her. He was tall, handsome, strong, dominant. And his rigid prick was the only thing that would sate her wild, insane desires.

"You realize I'm not like Marshall. Just because I want your cunt wrapped all around my rigid prick doesn't mean you get special privileges."

"Am I asking for any?" she said hotly, her pink tongue making a slight circuit of her trembling lips.

He encircled her body with his powerful arms. "I want to fuck you.

Here. Now."

Her hand moved quickly to run his zipper down the metallic track. His erection leaped out, the plum-colored crown drawing her like a magnet draws iron.

"Here, huh?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his virile, hard, bucking cock.

Licking her lips slowly again, she felt the surge of desire in her loins that doomed her. Bennet wasn't the sort of man she normally would want to fuck, but this was different. Just thinking about Mr. Bennet had gotten her hot. Now she needed his cock inside her trembling pussy, fucking her for as long as possible to get her off. She had gotten horny thinking of Mr. Marshall. She could come with Karl Bennet's cock in her juicy cunt.

"Right here," he said, his hands moving down her smooth flanks. She sighed as he cupped both her tits at the same time. Squeezing down harder, he crushed her tits flat against her chest. The pain was offset by the more intense pleasure she felt.

She shuddered as both nipples sprang to a rock-hard erection from the way his hands dragged over her tits. She felt her excited heart beginning to hammer out more and more blood into her boobs. Her tits swelled and her nipples grew to painfully throbbing points.

His fingers clamped down on her nipples and pinched them. Pain lanced into her chest and she shrieked in agony. But that agony changed into pleasure before she could protest the agonizing treatment.

Karl Bennet kissed her fully on the lips, his tongue surging hard and driving into her mouth. His tongue dueled erotically with hers. While he was exploring her mouth with his questing tongue, he was pinching and fondling her tits.

Her cunt almost exploded when he trapped her tongue between his teeth and started to suck on it.

"Ummmm, God! Oh, God, it's great!" she sobbed. "I need you fucking me.

Don't stop now. Give it all to me! Shove it in!"

She reached down and found that hard, hot shaft of his cock. His prick pulsed with virile life. She couldn't wait to get his cock snugly berthed inside her trembling pussy. The woman had to feel its entire length fucking in and out of her cunt, giving her the divine pleasure she knew it could generate in her tender young body.

Veronica moved so that she perched her ass on the edge of the desk. His hands moved from her tits to her waist, stroking and pinching her flesh. The momentary pain he gave was nothing compared to the promise of his cock fucking her cunt.

Veronica groaned as the man began skinning off her tight skirt. He peeled it past her flaring ass, his fingers lightly caressing her flesh as he moved the skirt downward. When he allowed the skirt to drop free around her ankles, she started to kick it off.

"Don't," Bennet cautioned. "I like it when your legs are trapped like that."

She felt another surge of irrational desire. Having her skirt tangled around her ankles made her feel as if he had tied her feet together.

She was severely limited in how much she could move. She couldn't even spread her legs like she wanted to!

"Stop," she moaned. "Don't tear it. Please, oh, ohhh!"

She almost came when the ripping sound reached her ears. A ring of fire circled her waist. He had jerked so hard on her panties that he'd raised a welt where the waistband had been. Another swift, savage jerk and he ripped her panties entirely away from the seething mound of her trembling pussy.

"Shit, baby, you are hot for me, aren't you?" he asked, his fingers caressing her puffy cunt lips and finding the steady flow of her fuck juice. "This is going to be a fucking you won't soon forget!"

He put one arm around her waist and another across her forehead, then bent her backwards over the desktop. She felt as if she were a bow and he was trying to string her. The tension mounted in her belly as her stomach pulled taut. And the more she tried to spread her legs apart and relieve some of the tension, the harder he shoved. The way her skirt tangled her ankles kept her from moving into a more comfortable position.

Then she forgot all about comfort. All that mattered to her was the hot shaft of his rigid prick. He poked his cock between her fleshy thighs and slowly moved it toward her trembling cunt lips. The feel of his virile cylinder of cockflesh so near her trembling pussy made Veronica tremble in anticipation.

She needed his cock – she needed it badly.

"Fuck me," she begged. "I can't stand it without your cock inside me, fucking me, giving my cunt all the ecstasy I can take!"

"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt lips.

She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock and the promise of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have his cock inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.

"Fuck meeeeee!"

She shrieked as his hard prick plunged between her cunt lips and surged into her tight, trembling pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out of the way of that battering ram of rigid prick fast enough. She felt as if her cunt were being ripped and torn by his forceful entry. This was what she'd been missing with Stan. This was the response her body had been so sadly lacking for almost a year. Karl Bennet freed her emotions. He allowed her to respond fully, unlike her husband.

Veronica cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get them on either side of the man's body. She failed. Her skirt effectively bound her legs together. He bent her backwards even more as he rammed his cock deeper into her captive cunt.

Veronica sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner cunt muscles stretched to take his huge cock.

"You're so big and swollen inside me!" she gasped. "But I need you moving. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"

"You'll love every inch of my pecker," he promised her. "And when you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking. You're going to get more than you can handle."