Vince Marcos: The office girls

Carole just stared at his enormous whang, fully erect, all flushed pinkish with angry veins sticking out. Christ, it was so long, so thick… She was afraid it was going to pop and deflate any second. She was surprised even further when she found herself rubbing her sopping-wet cunt.

"Hurry up, baby," he gasped, reaching for her. "Get on top of me."

Carole was getting hot watching Steve take off his clothes and revealing his skinny, but sexy body to her. He was bony and hairy, but had a good physique and with his good looks, had her pussy juicy for the taking. He grinned as she stepped out of her dress, revealing her firm tits and round, fleshy ass. Her pink nipples stood out, stiff and delicious. They stripped in a frenzy, thinking of nothing but having her sit on his fat dick and fuck it dry.

Steve lay back on the couch comfortably, groping for her naked body. She started to climb over him when he stopped her.

"Ride me the other way," he told her.

She turned around, facing his feet and pushed her ass way up into the air. Her beaver was now high about his yawning ramrod, right above the tip. His cock-head was fat and throbbing.

"Okay, honey," he panted. "Sit on it… nice and slow…"

She lowered herself a bit, feeling the head of his prick poke at her hole. "Ohh…" she groaned. She wished she could watch his face while she put his cock in. She could see the muscles in his legs go tense for a moment, then she leaned on his joint some more. Inch by inch, it sunk into her wet snatch, his stiff spike nailing her right in the cunt.

"Christ…" Steve moaned beneath her.

She continued to descend upon it. Damn, his cock was so LONG! There seemed to be no end to his slab of meat. She was sweating, the moistness dripping from her face.

"It's going all the way in," she whimpered, feeling its hugeness pushing back her cunt muscles and forcing its way deep within her hole. "It feels so good…"

"Come on, baby," he groaned. "Get it all in there. I want the tip of my cock to rub against your tonsils."

She spread her cunt wide, oozing down on his prong, her mouth dropping in a groan and her eyes shutting tight. It was going in… in… that huge, hard, stiff monster, all of it… ohhh… at last, she could feel his nest of cock hair tingling at the inside of her thighs.

"Ride it," he told her, panting. "Ride my prick. Make it soar."

His hands grabbed hold of her hips and held them firmly while she bucked on his wild stallion. It was as though he were holding her up in the air with his shaft, her thighs barely touching the couch. She pushed herself up and down on his prick, moaning and groaning as she humped his pud.

"Christ, you're so big," she murmured.

"It's sunk deep into your tight muff," he said, ramming it up her cooze. "I'm gonna make that twat of yours ten times bigger than it is now after you get through fucking me, honey. I'm gonna tear that box of yours apart with my great big pecker!" The thickness of his prick was grinding against her clit and causing it to squirt him heavily with her fuck-juice.

She could feel herself greasing down his staff with her juicy cunt. It was like sliding up a pole, then sliding down. And while she was riding it, it was giving her clit a good rub-down massage.

"I got a big load waitin' in my balls to pump into you, baby," he promised, writhing beneath her as she pushed her tight pussy down onto his stiff joint. "You'll need an ice-cream scooper to get it all out."

"I want you to cum in me!" she gasped. "Please, I want to feel it shooting inside me. I want all of it your whole wad, blowing into my cunt!"

"I'm gonna lay that wad right between those hairy lips of your beaver, doll," he told her. "You'll get every drop up into that sweet gash of yours…"

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Please! Hammer that air piston into my cockpit! Ram it into my snatch!"

Each time she forced herself down onto his meat, she could feel his hips and legs go tense, then relax. She reached down and cupped his sac. It was tight and his balls were soft. She played with his nuts; they were just like Marsha's tits. God… nice, she liked them… Then she found his asshole, all wet from the drops of her juice that came coursing out of her cunt.

"Uhh!" he jumped, feeling her slender finger jab into his asshole. "Good girl… stick it in farther… yeah yeah… huuhhhh!"

"Oh, no! I'm gonna cum!" she was whimpering above him. "Hurry! Shoot your wad into me!"

"Together, honey," he panted. "I want to keep balling you, but I can't hold it back any more. I've wanted to squirt it into your slot the minute you climbed on top of me."

"Now!" she cried. "Now!"

She felt an explosion, an incredible blast shaking beneath her. A thick gob of his jism roared up into her cunt, never to be found again. A second stream of cum shot into her, moistening up her quickly drying hole. A third and fourth load pumped into her, this time flooding her, causing her to leak. She tried picking herself off his blood-engorged cock, but she felt too weak, too exhausted. Each time he blew some spunk into her cunt, she felt stunned, wounded. He was weakening her with his wad. There was no way she could get off his click, for she was sitting on it too deep. It was too far in for her to remove it.

"Jesus…" he kept mumbling behind her. "Oh, Jesus… you sweet pussy-cunt… take it all, take it all out of my rocks."

His cock began shriveling, sliding out of her hole. The feeling of having it shrink, soften, triggered off another orgasm. She shook on top of him, crying out. There was no stopping her now, no, she would fuck him dry… dry…

She fell off him, exhausted, breathing quickly.

Her body rolled on top of him, lifeless, spent. It was like getting fucked to death by a monstrous cock.

Afterward, he zipped up his pants and grinned at her. "Hey, I'm hungry. Let's go get something to eat."

She nodded, pulling her dress over her shoulders.

But behind that smile, she felt scared. Fucking Steve was so different from Marsha. It was almost… better. She felt changed now. Different.

Sex with a guy made everything so different.

But what if Marsha found out? Frightened, she pushed the thought from her mind.

Margot Jordon was hunched over Phil Daniels' naked body with his stiff cock lodged between her smooth, silicone tits. She had his fat peter sandwiched in between her tits so that she could jack him off that way, pressing, rubbing. Phil was lying back on the bed, groaning as she ground herself against him.

"Do it harder, baby…" he moaned. "Rub my prick harder. I want to feel my jism squirting between your boobs in a few minutes…"

She smiled. Hell, it was the easiest way of getting out of fucking him. That artificial cunt she had couldn't hold up forever, seeing that he was hung so well. Anyway, she was enjoying this, pleasing him. When she had been that faggy fruitcake Harold in her previous life, she had a difficult time getting a good piece of meat to munch on. Harold used to get beat up from propositioning some of the guys in bars he met. But not any more. Margot struck pay dirt with Phil. He was one of Playpen's best fuckers. Well, he came a close second to Steve Hayes and his rumored KING COCK. There was time to find out about that. Right now…

"Get my nuts in there, too," Phil was telling her. "Yeah… stroke my hairy root… you're whacking me off real good… pull those knockers of yours around my pecker a little tighter… I want to feel the nipples hugging against my big roll of beef. Pull on it for me… ahh."

"Gonna make you cum," she whispered. "Gonna make you blow your top. Do you like what I'm doing to your prick, baby? Does it feel good?"

"Yeah… I love it… your tits are so hard so firm… ohhh… pull on it some more."