Vince Marcos: The office girls

"One thing's for damn sure," Bruce was groaning in her ear, "you're gonna be walking bow-legged for the next month and a half."

"Uhh!" she whimpered. "All this cock in me… chewing me to pieces. Fuck me, studs! Sink those slabs into my vault! Bang me to pieces! Bust my holes open!"

Bruce was holding her ass tightly as he drove his pud home. All that sliminess, just inches away from him, squeezing and twisting his meat into that tiny asshole. He was going to make that hole wider, Goddamn it. Break it open with his joint. The… little slut… blackmailing them like this… making them service her, or she'll go run and tell her husband about the cluster-fuck the other night… BITCH… CUNT… He rammed his dick into her roughly, causing her to scream out. He wasn't even using any Vaseline or K-Y so that she would be easy to fuck in the ass. TOUGH SHIT! Make it hurt for the bitch… screw her nice and hard with his cock! Make the bitch pay for what she was doing to them…

"Oh, no, I'm gonna cum!" she panted. "Help me, I'm drowning!"

"Gonna fill you up!" gasped Nick. "Fill you up in the cunt! All this jism, just straining to come out and plug your pussy up! Uhhh!"

Bruce let himself go, too. He released his thick load into her ass. "Take it, baby. It's all yours!"

"Jesus!" she cried. "Oh, Christ! UHHH! YOU BASTARDS! FUCKING ME LIKE THIS! OHH! I CAN'T STAND IT!"

Nick stood still, letting his dick squirt spunk into her pussy. Bruce was heaving, shooting his wad into her ass. Jackie moaned between them, her hips shaking, cumming, cumming hard. IT WAS FANTASTIC…

Later, Jackie gave both of them drinks as they leaned against the bar. "Both of you are to be here tomorrow night at eight-thirty," she said.

"Hey, we can't make it," Bruce said. "We…"

"You will," Jackie smiled, sipping her drink. "Or I have a nice long talk with Mark. Now you two wouldn't like that, would you?"

Nick scowled. "You're cuttin' off our nuts, baby."

"I know," she grinned.

Sharon North sat before her typewriter, getting not only copy for the next issue of Playpen ready, but getting her pussy drenching wet as well. The story she was typing was about a horny young woman working for a company called BEAVER MANUFACTURING, and who loved sticking prime-cut meat into her beef processor. The scene with the dildo and the THIRTEEN-INCH COCK was out of this world. She scratched furiously at her cunt.

Dolly Ebert came over to her desk. "Well, honey, it looks like you're ready for action today!" she said, noting that Sharon was dressed in another one of her micro-minis and deep neckline blouses. "The cry of the wild."

"As the old saying goes, Dolly," Sharon sniffed, rolling another sheet in her typewriter, "If I had your head, I'd get it circumcised!"

"Bitch!" Dolly snorted, walking away.

"CUNT!" she yelled back.

Sharon had been waiting for Mark Spaulding to show his face. He'd locked himself in his office today after trying to get a lot of work done the past few days. But every time he started to sit at his desk, Sharon would sneak in for a quickie and he'd be that much further behind. Today, he stated, he would get some work done.

Fuck him! she sighed. She was still keeping her screw-sessions with George. Christ, she went crazy when he opened up his pants and took out that LONG, LONG stiff DONG of his. She loved it, and what it could do to her…

At two-thirty, Mark Spaulding came out of his office and handed Sharon some papers. "Would you run these up to the thirty-eighth floor, Sharon? Walt Williams is waiting for them."

"Sure, baby," she grinned. "That is, if I get a favor back in return."

He laughed. "That's a pretty BIG favor you're asking." Then he returned to his office.

Sharon hustled her ass over to the elevator station. There were a lot of people waiting for it to come, too. Jesus, with all the elevators in this building, you'd expect a little better service.

The bell rang and everyone shoved their way in. Sharon barely made it in herself. Jesus, her pussy itched. And with all these people all crowded in this tiny elevator, there was hardly warn to breathe. She wished they would shut up, too. It was always noisy in small elevators.

As Sharon waited for the elevator to stop at her floor (which seemed to take forever, with it stopping on every floor), she felt a little tug on her short skirt. Someone behind her was lifting it up… slowly. Damn it, and she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath that skirt! She wished she could move, but the people standing around her were so tightly pushed together that she couldn't budge.

There was a zipper being pulled down behind her. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON? she wondered. She couldn't even see who the person was behind her, since she was locked rigid between several people. What… OHHH! She could feel something hard, something wide force its way into her pussy from the rear. It was nudging and pushing and getting its way in. Uhh… whoever it was, he had a nice, big cock.

Sharon just stood there, allowing him to slide his pecker into her cooze. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it, anyway. It was too noisy in the elevator to begin with, and she was backed up against the end of the elevator.

"Oh, Christ…" she mumbled, feeling the whole long slab of meat jerk its way into her sopping wet passage. Two hands gripped her by the waist firmly, then lunged forward again, nailing his whang deep into her box. Mmmm… that felt good. It hammered in and out, in and out. His cock-head was tickling her clit each time it sunk into her moist fuck-tunnel. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her clammy palms. This guy was sure hung pretty good. He was stretching her snatch up like a rubber band. She might end up walking out of the elevator with a stretched-out pussy. But she couldn't resist.

She heard him panting behind her. His mouth was at her neck, sucking, as his dick banged into her gash. She groaned aloud again, feeling as if she could sink to the floor, but unable to, since everyone was pressing himself against her.

"Ram it in hard," she gasped, but could not be heard above the talking in the elevator.

The hands pressed tightly into her waist, and she could feel his massive joint squeeze into her slot from behind. His breathing was getting heavier, fiercer. He was fucking her like a wild animal.

"Jesus, do it harder…" she gasped. "Harder…" She felt his thick peter push into the hole between her legs, pulling out, dripping with fuck-juice.

Sharon was able to throw her ass back, flinging it roughly into his stiff crotch. He had just slipped his cock out of his fly, and kept the rest of his pants buttoned. She could feel the metallic edges of his fly grinding against her ass as she thrust it at him, sinking his prong deep into her pussy.

"… that's good," she murmured. "Good… slam that motherfucker into my cunt. I want to feel the veins in your shaft pop up into my twat… fuck me hard, stud… lean that fat rod into my muff… ball me good with that pud. Plunge it into my cunt."

He made her body jerk each time he slammed his meat in all the way. The people that were squeezed next to her seemed to absorb the shock he was putting into her body. Her cunt was so slicked-down that he was merely slipping it in and out of her hole, gliding his way into her juice-filled box.

Each time he sunk his whang into her, she could feel his thick cock-head rubbing against her clit. Again and… grinding her stiff clit to a point. She was shaking hard now, unable to stand the sensation he was producing in her cooze.

"I'm cumming!" she panted. "I'm cumming NOW!"

As she shivered, bucking wildly between the bodies wrapped around her own, she could feel his load pumping into the hole between her legs. He was really filling that pleasure pit of hers with a cunt-full of jism.