Vince Marcos: The office girls

Margot's hand reached for the jar of Vaseline and rubbed some more of it between her tits so he had extra lubrication. She knew she was driving him wild. His tool kept growing, getting harder between her plump tomatoes. There was only one thing to worry about, and that was that her cunt could never get wet. She had to shove some K-Y into her makeshift twat so that Steve could hump her in the pussy. Thank God he never asked her why she didn't get wet.

Phil's dick was throbbing between her knobs. She could feel its pulse running wildly, burning inside the flesh of her titties.

"I love your melons," he grunted. "But I'm thinkin' about that melon patch, too. Want to stick my dong between those nice hairy labes of yours… plow my ramrod into your muff… jack off your clit."

"I feel like cumming, just doing this," Margot was panting but knew that she couldn't. Damn it, but once Dr. Hamilton clipped his small, limp cock with those scissors, Harold/Margot knew that she/he could never cum again. Well, those were the breaks.

"Oh, Jesus!" Phil was gasping. "I'm cumming! I'm gonna pop my pea right into those tits of yours!"

He bucked beneath her, then let a thick white stream of cock-juice squirt out of his fat cock-head. It pumped like syrup into her cleavage, mixing with the Vaseline in gooey gobs. He moaned as she absorbed his load into her tits.

Margot stayed hunched over him, waiting until Phil shot his wad all over her boobs, then rolled off and got a towel. "Damn it, but it seems like I've been wiping off more jism today."

He grinned, relaxing on his back. "When you take care of that, you get your ass back over here and we'll get some heavy fucking done."

She smiled, slipping into the bathroom. As she was washing the cum and Vaseline off her chest, she noticed the calendar sitting neatly on her dresser by the door. Tomorrow's day was marked with a big H. She remembered that she had to see Dr. Hamilton tomorrow for another hormone shot. He had to give them to her regularly so that her voice and looks would stay feminine.

"Hurry up, baby," Phil called from the bedroom. "I got a hard-on already."

She threw the towel aside and went back into bed.

While Margot was laying Phil, Gregg Connelly moped angrily on his own bed, pulling on his pud and gasping over some of the back issues of Playpen with Margot's pictures. Fucking cunt, ignoring him like that. He knew she didn't give a slit about him. It was that photographer Phil Daniels that she was after. How could she do this to him when he always had such a stiff joint bulging out of his pants? That hard-on wasn't for other chicks; it was for her.

Gregg's cock was pretty thick. If only she would look at it, maybe she would change her mind. Maybe she'd blow him or fuck him. Maybe…

No, he sighed. It was that fucking Phil Daniels. There was no way he could remove the competition. Unless.

An idea popped into his mind. He smiled to himself. Of course, he thought. Now he knew what to do. It was the only thing left…

Sharon North felt her arms tied as she began to come to. She felt groggy, sleepy… her throat hurt. And then she remembered, that construction worker, the one with the beard and the dark hair, shoving his long dick into her mouth, making her go to sleep. She shuddered as the scene flashed through her mind. That rigid prick, jamming down her throat, cutting off her air and then blackness.

George Colby was sitting not far away, his clothes entirely off. She, too, was completely undressed. He must have taken them off while she was knocked out. It was dark all around her. They were still in the office. The clock on the wall showed seven-thirty. She must have been unconscious for a long time.

George noticed that she was waking up and got up from his chair. Her eyes dropped to his long whang, swinging limply from between his hairy legs. She shivered as she watched it, knowing that it had caused her to black out.

"Good, you're up," he smiled, bending down next to her. "I've been waiting a long time for you to wake up."

"Why have you tied me?" she cried. "What are you going to do to me?" She tugged at the ropes holding her wrists tight and helpless.

"Something," he mused, petting her smooth, silky flesh. Her tits were bouncy and firm, her nipples pink and tasty. Her nest of red pussy hair moved sensuously as she struggled.

"I… I don't understand," she squirmed, unable to keep her eyes off his huge dick.

He noticed where her eyes were bent. "Are you afraid of this?" he asked, holding his cock in his hand.

She nodded. "You hurt me with it."

"I didn't hurt you with my pecker," he explained. "I just got you quieted down. You were getting pretty upset there for a while."

"Can you blame me?" she snapped. "Shoving it into me like a wild animal. You were killing me with your…"

He grinned, amused. "My what?"

She turned away from him. "I… I can't say it. Your penis."

"Oh, come on, now," he laughed. "It's a prick, baby. A dong. My meat. Say it."

"No!"

"I said SAY IT!" he commanded.

"Your… your… prick." She grimaced at having to say it to him.

"What is it? Are you afraid of sex? Is that it?"

"I don't know. I wish you'd untie me. These ropes are hurting my wrists."

"They're just to keep you under control. You put up quite a fight." He leaned over her and put his mouth over hers. She squirmed beneath him, trying to push her lips away. He lifted his head and grinned. "Still putting up a fight."

"Please…" she begged him. "Don't touch me."

"You've been misguided, baby. There's nothing wrong with fucking or sucking. You've got to be taught that." He reached down and pried her long, slender legs open. "Here's your first lesson."

"No!" she screamed. "Don't do it!"

He pushed his mouth down by her cunt. She could feel his slippery tongue probe into her gash, licking, lapping at her clit.

"Stop it!" she cried. He ignored her pleas and continued to push his tongue into her pussy. She could feel his beard brushing against the insides of her thighs while his fingers stroked the soft texture of her skin. She shook, ready to scream, but found that each time she was about to cry out, her cries turned into gasps. "Please…" she moaned. "Stop… this!"

"I'll make you love it." He kept sucking on her clit. "You'll cum. I won't lift my head until I feel your clit giving you orgasms!"

"I can't…" she told him, rolling her head from side to side. "This is pointless… pointless…" There was a gush of wetness seeping out of her twat, pouring onto his face and drenching him. No, this couldn't be happening, yet. His finger was jabbing into her asshole, while his tongue played with her clit. It was stiffening under the pressure of his tongue, shooting juices into his mouth.

"How's that baby? Feel good?"

"Don't…" she whimpered, her mouth dropping open, her wrists numbed, held back tightly by the ropes. His fingers pushed farther into her asshole. "Ohhh!" she groaned. "No more, please!"

He knew her resistance was weakening. He lapped up her slimy pussy juice quickly, shooting his finger into her ass with rapid darting motions.

Her asshole was leaking juices, too, squirting him and lubricating the way. "You love it. I know you love it."

"Don't…" she kept moaning. "Don't stop."

"I knew you liked it, honey," he grunted, sipping up her nectar from her fuck-tunnel. "Now I'm gonna make you cum like you never came before."

George worked feverishly, his hands all over her, playing with her tits, fingering her asshole, sucking on her cunt. He used all the tricks he knew to get her nice and hot.

"Harder," she found herself saying. "Lick my clit harder."

"Grab my cock, baby," he told her, pushing his crotch towards her tied hand. Her fingers grasped it eagerly, clutching it tightly. She moved her hand, up and down, up and down, as far as she could go without hurting her wrists because they were still tied.