Vince Marcos: The office girls

"Uhhh…" he groaned in her ear, heaving a big wad into her pussy. "Fucking cunt bitch."

When Sharon opened her eyes, the doors to the elevator opened and the thirty-eighth floor was standing right before her. The people were emptying out of the car quickly, shoving again. Spunk was dripping down her inner thighs. Christ, she'd have to rush to the john, he'd flooded her so.

As she hurried off, she thought of George and his long dick. She'd have a great time telling him about this one. It might get him JUST horny enough…

"Hammer it into my pussy!" cried Sharon, who was groaning beneath George Colby, the construction worker, on her queen-sized bed. "Make me cum!"

George was in a sitting position, with his legs folded under himself and his feet pressing against his ass. Sharon was leaning onto his crotch, holding herself up by her arms firmly planted on the bed. She pushed her soft, smooth ass up to his long, stiff dick, allowing him to sink it into her snatch, doggy-style.

"I can feel your dong growing inside of my twat," she panted. "Ohh, fuck me, baby! Kill me with that cock of yours! It's driving me crazy!"

"I can feel my nuts filling with my jism," he grunted. "Jism to shoot into your box."

"I want every drop shot into my cooze!" she begged.

"Don't worry, baby," he groaned. "It's going in there whether I want it to or not! Getting it drained out of my rocks into your gash!"

"Your stiff slab of meat is so huge! Poking at my kidneys. I don't know if I can take it all into me…"

"You got no choice, doll," he said. "It's goin' all the way… in."

"Ohh!" she cried out. "Do it again… again!"

"Fuck me, honey… hard…"

"This is where your joint belongs," she gasped. "In my cunt. Snuff out that fire… put it out… shove it IN!"

Sharon was sliding down to her shoulders, her face smothering into the sheets of the bed. She was squeezing her eyes shut, her mouth opened, releasing hot, wild air. She breathed roughly, her stomach sucking in and out.

George's face grew deep red. He was sliding his dick into her cunt faster, the sweat dripping down his face and wetting his beard. He held her trembling body, shoving his dong into her hard.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he panted. "Cum with me."

"Yes… my clit… it's bursting… it's popping… OHH!"

"Ugghh!" George grunted, then squirted her in the beaver with his load. "Gonna fill you up… drown you!"

Sharon smiled as she felt his sticky wad shooting between her legs, hot, gooey cum splashing its way into her twat. "Oooh."

George pulled his pork out of her and leaned back on the bed, empty. "You really sucked it out of me that time."

She grinned, lying on her back. "Just like Mark Spaulding. I really balled him good in the office yesterday."

George said nothing, then, "Don't fuck him any more."

"Why?" she asked, curious.

"I… I don't like it. My cock is the only one that's gonna handle your muff. Not his, not nobody's."

"But George…" she said.

"NO!" he told her. "You're my chick now. I don't want you humping other dudes. You're my piece of ass. I got you to dig fucking. So you could fuck me… only."

"That's not fair!" she said. "I like Mark's whang."

"Then you can't have mine any more," George told her.

"No!" she cried. "I… I need your dick more than anything." She went to touch it, but he pushed her away.

"It's either my meat or Mark's…"

She made a face. "You jack off!"

"The choice is yours," he grinned. "You're the consumer."

"I… all right," she decided. "I'll leave Mark Spaulding alone. I'd rather lose his eight inches for your thirteen!"

"So you're after mileage, eh?"

"Damn right," she said. "Now, how about eating my snatch out?"

Sharon North glanced at her watch. A quarter to five. George said he'd be here to pick her up from work at a quarter after five. She couldn't wait. He'd promised a real good fuck-session after work and her cunt was juicy wet from just the thought of his loading her pussy with his gun.

It was pretty quiet today. Nobody came around her desk and talked to her. It was just as well. Mark had given her plenty of work to keep her busy.

The intercom went on and Mark's sexy voice flowed out of the speaker. "Could you step into my office, Miss North?" he had asked.

"Yes, Mr. Spaulding," she replied. Hmm. What was this "Miss North" bullshit? It was always Sharon before.

She picked her steno pad from her drawer and brought it with her to Mark's office. She might need it for dictation. Mark Spaulding constantly kept her going until five.

As she opened the door to his office, she noticed that there were a lot of people around. Gary Speele, Chester Fromme, Kevin Land, Dennis Epstein… they were all standing by Mark's desk.

Mark had a sly look on his face.

"Okay, Gary, block the door," Mark told him quickly.

Gary rushed in front of the door and closed it. They were all coming at her at once, pulling at her.

"Wh-What's going on?" Sharon demanded.

"Gang-bang time, baby," Mark grinned, tearing her blouse off her chest. Her plump tits stood naked in front of her, her delicious pink nipples erect, surprised.

"No, Mark," she tried telling him. "You can't… none of you… no, don't!"

Chester, the accountant for Playpen, slid his hands between her legs and groped her muff. "We'll get it nice and wet. Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about."

Sharon pushed him away from her, but there were arms coming from all over, tugging, holding, squeezing Mark was unzipping his fly.

"Mark, you can't do this!" she fretted. "My boy friend will be here… no!"

"Hold her down," Mark told the others. "I get first crack!"

Chester and Kevin pinned her arms and legs down as Mark pulled out his stiff prick. Sharon flung her arms out trying to hit him, but to no avail.

"Stop this!" she cried. "Please!"

"You want it, doll," Mark hissed in her face, then pressed his hard dick against her cooze. "You've been begging for it so much lately that I thought I'd arrange this little party for you!"

"NO!" she screamed, but it was too late. Mark rammed his pecker into her snatch, shoving it in with full force. Kevin and Chester held her up while Mark pumped his peter into her cunt.

"Ohh," she whimpered as he plunged his meat into her slot. "Oh, Christ!"

"I get to fuck her, too," Gary griped. "I've been getting a stiff joint all day for her. Even before, when she wouldn't hump me!"

"Lay on the floor," Mark told him. "We'll let her down on top of you." He still had his rod jammed up her pussy, fucking her like a hot bitch in heat. His crotch hair was grinding against her own pussy hair with terrific friction, enough to start a brush fire. Sharon couldn't force him out of her, he was in too deep.

Gary unbuckled his pants and let his prick out. Yes, he was really HUNG all right. Those stories he told her – they must have been true. Gary got on his back, his cock pointed straight into the air. He gripped his shaft while Dennis and Kevin pulled Sharon downward, being careful not to let her down too fast so that Mark's cock wouldn't slip out of her gash.

"You bastards!" she yelled. "I won't let you do this to me! Not any more!"

"That's tough, slut," Mark groaned in her face. "There's no way you're gonna stop us!"

They forced her down on top of Gary. Gary held the tip of his dick up to the opening of her asshole. Sharon would feel it ripping into her crack of her ass, pushing in. One more tug and they had her ramming down on his pud.

"Ahhh… you don't know how much I need this," Gary gasped beneath her. "I'll corn-hole you but good, Sharon. Rip that little ass of yours apart, cheek by cheek!"