Vince Marcos: The office girls

Chester, the one with the light skin and the bright-red hair, pulled down his fly and revealed a stiff boner. He poised it by her mouth anxiously.

"Suck it, honey," he told her. "Blow me. Blow my brains out."

"Up your ass!" she spat at him.

"Oh, yeah?" he grinned, then forced it all into her mouth before she could say anything further.

He stuffed his hairy root down her throat hungrily, grunting as he got it down to her tonsils, then began pumping it into her mouth.

"Suck on it," he ordered her, feeding her the meat that was hanging out of his pants. "I want some good head. You can go down on me good."

Kevin and Dennis took both her hands, and before she knew it, they stuffed them both with their pricks. "Pull on 'em, honey," Dennis groaned. "Jack us off nice. Yank on our beef. Pull on our puds. Good… feels good…"

Sharon lay there, helpless, getting cock fed into her mouth, dick humping into her beaver, whang fucking her in the ass and prick being jerked off in her hands. Both Dennis and Kevin held her hands tight so that she couldn't let go of their slabs. They were all going to cum all over her, shoot her full of gallons of jism. The motherfuckers…

"This nice slimy muff," Mark panted.

"Mmm… this tight, hot asshole," Gary gasped.

"Blow my dick!" Chester groaned. "Suck it."

"Uhh… those fingers… hold it tighter, baby," Kevin told her. "Nil that pud easy now. You don't want everything to be messy…"

Sharon rolled weakly on her back, taking all the meat they were giving her. It was no use. They were fucking her everywhere. She couldn't even scream. Chester took care of that with his stiff peter in her mouth, easing it in and out of her throat with great care. Mark was plugging up her snatch with that huge joint of his, fucking her wildly. And Gary, hung like a snake, hammering his pork up her asshole. She would be shitting for nine months.

"Mmm… no… stop…" she gurgled, but found no way to turn from them. She had to fuck and suck and jack them off until they came. Horny sons of bitches! Chester held, her face still while he sent his dong between her lips, sinking his cock down, rubbing it roughly on her tongue.

Kevin and Dennis gasped loudly. "Oh, shit! I can't take this… uhhh…" Slippery, scummy jism squirted all over her hands, leaving her fingers to drip with spunk.

Gary was panting beneath her. "Makin' me hot, bitch. You're gonna have to take a thick load up that soft ass of yours!"

More shooting, cumming, injecting her with his seed. She was swimming in cum.

Chester was shaking, his groin throbbing. Hot jet streams of jizz pumped into her mouth, squirting quickly, thickly. She swallowed so that she could breathe, drinking his load.

"That's a good baby," Chester said, holding her head so that she could drink all of his wad. "Down the hatch."

The door opened from behind. George Colby stared down at them all in shock.

"No!" Sharon cried out. "They forced me, made me…"

"So, you've been keeping yourself busy, I see!" he growled, disgusted. "Couldn't wait for tonight."

"It wasn't my fault!" she whined, trying to get Mark Spaulding off her, but couldn't since he was still fucking her.

"Oh, Christ!" Mark gasped, then sent his fuck-juice blowing into her moist twat. "Uhh…"

"With all that meat, you could open yourself a butcher shop!" George scowled. "Why bother with me?"

"Don't go, George, please!" she begged him.

But it was too late. He was gone.

Gregg Connelly looked down at Margot Jordon and lovingly watched her suck his dick, sliding her mouth on it and licking the back part expertly with her tongue. She gave great head, even for a transsexual.

"That's nice," he groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Jesus, you're gonna make it leak. No, I want to stay inside of your mouth. Suck it…"

Margot kneeled between his legs, stroking his balls. How she would love to bite it off, hard, then spit it out into the toilet and flush it down for good. That cock-sucker was controlling her, ruining her life. He made her call Phil Daniels every night and tell him that she was sick and couldn't come over. Poor Phil. He must be so hard by now he could rivet holes in the plaster with his stiff prick.

He stroked her head. "Kiss my nuts. Lick them."

She stuck her tongue out and flicked it across his rocks. His sac was tight and hairy. She gave him butterfly kisses, to make sure she would fill his balls up with cum. His sac was throbbing. She sunk her mouth onto it, licking each ball tenderly. Ugh!

"It's good and hard, isn't it, baby?" he gasped, rolling his head, dropping his mouth open. "I can hardly keep my jizz in my dick. I feel like it's gonna squirt to the ceiling."

Margot rubbed her nipples against the insides of his thighs. He groaned as she did this, reaching down for them and cupping them in his hands. Her tits were hard because they were filled with silicone. This didn't matter to him. Nothing seemed to matter.

"You're getting me hat," he moaned. "I feel like cumming. Take my cock and put the tip of it into your nose."

"But…" she said.

"I said do it!" he commanded.

She groped his slab of meat and pointed the tip into her nostril. She licked the back of his prick some more, which made him gasp even more.

"Now!" he grunted. "Now!"

He squirted inside of her nose. A huge heaping amount of cum came thundering out of his cock-head, shooting up into her nostril, making her choke and gag. He clamped his hands behind her head so that she couldn't move her head away from him and would keep his whang right where it was.

"Fucking bitch cunt!" he hissed. "Take it up your nose… all this man-stuff… fucking spunk."

His jism shot deep into her nasal passage, going into her throat. He emptied himself clean, leaving not a drop dripping from the tip.

Margot got up and washed her face in the bathroom. Her nose felt stuffed up. That motherfucker. He made her do all the shitty stuff. He didn't care how gross it was, as long as it got his rocks off.

She returned to the bedroom. He was lying in bliss across his bed. His joint was still hard.

"Doesn't your flag ever get taken down?" she wondered.

"Only after the battle's been fought."

She placed the cloth down on the dresser. "Hey, how long is this going to keep up? I mean, it isn't gonna keep going on forever."

"It'll go on as long as I want it to," he snapped. "And you'll just keep doing as I say."

"You mean you're never going to let me go?"

He nodded. "I've been thinking things over, and I decided that I'm going to have that talk with Phil Daniels tomorrow. About Harold."

"You wouldn't!" She froze.

"It's the only way I can be sure you won't fuck around with him. It's for your own good. And that way, you won't have anybody. Except me. And I'm all for that."

She held back her anger. That asshole! He was going to tell Phil. Her secret would be out! Her life would be ruined. She had to stop him. Somehow.

Margot started walking towards the bed. "How about doing something completely different, Gregg?"

"Like what?" he asked, amused.

"Like eating my snatch out," she grinned, climbing onto the bed.

"Oh, come on now," he laughed. "You know you can't cum. You don't have a clit."

Before he could say anything else, Margot sank her beaver into his face. Gregg was completely covered with her hairy cunt. She bore down hard, holding her muff over his mouth and nose. At first, Gregg just lay there, playing along, then he began pushing her away. Margot would not budge.

"What's the matter, baby?" she giggled. "Don't you like chewing on my twat?"

Gregg tried to push her snatch off his face, but he couldn't. He struggled desperately now, fighting to get her off of him. Margo fought him back, keeping her hairy cunt right where it was.