Vince Marcos: The office girls

She gripped his meat in her hands. "I hope it feels good." She pushed his joint into the glass. The water stung his rod. He howled aloud, jerking in his seat.

"Christ!" he whimpered.

"Again," she said, dunking his pork into his water. "Again!" She pushed it in deep and kept it there for a few minutes. His prick was beet-red.

"No more," he begged. "Please…"

"Yes!" she growled. "Some more!" She groped his cock and plunged it into the glass, the scalding-hot water burning his hairy root. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in agony.

"And I have another message for you, Mr. Spaulding. I quit this frigging joint!" She took her purse and left.

Mark struggled in the chair, still tied.

Jacqueline Spaulding was flushing her cunt with raspberry douche powder while waiting for Bruce Kane and Nick Renault to drop by. She had them making nightly visits now instead of their usual Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. Jesus Christ, her pussy was so horny today.

"Bad pussy!" she said, squirting the douche stuff into her muff. "Always getting so wet! I need a fucking mop to wipe up the mess!"

The front door slammed downstairs. Shit! Mark was home! Oh, Christ, she thought he'd be with one of those girls from the office tonight! Goddamn it!!

"Mark?" she called from the bedroom.

She heard him coming up the stairs. He walked into the bedroom and looked at her.

"What are you supposed to be doing?" he said angrily.

"Mark, what's wrong?" she said. "Did something happen at the office today?"

He walked over to her. "Bitch! All you women are bitches!"

"Mark…"

Before she could say another word, he grabbed her and pushed her ass up on her dressing table. She started to push him away, but he was already unzipping his fly.

"For crissake…" she yelled.

Mark reached into his pants and took out his stiff cock, and with the other hand, ripped her see-through nightgown open.

"Miserable cunt!" he hissed, then shoved his huge hard-on into her raspberry-douched snatch.

"Ohh!" she gasped, feelin his meaty dick pump into her moist hole. He ground his crotch into hers, pressing his own groin into her beaver. Jackie was pinned against the dressing table, her long, soft legs spread open and Mark's fat prick slamming into her cooze.

"Is this enough for you, slut?" he grunted, ramming his jackhammer into her slot. "Need some cock to calm you down? Need a little meat to nail your box shut!"

"Oh, Jesus…" Jackie moaned, her body thrashing on the table. He jerked his prick into her roughly, not easily as he used to. It was just like the first time they had fucked and she was nervous.

"Utile cunt…" he was gasping, fucking her good. He was banging her ass hard against all the bottles of perfume lined up on the table. Some of them fell off and broke.

"Shove it into my twat, baby…" she moaned. "Hump me… make it hurt… that's it, do it hard."

"I need some pussy," he panted. "Need some pussy to shove my pecker into. Need some nice slimy fuck-juice to fix up my horny peter. Makin' it feel good, dripping it all over my rod… squirting it on my nuts…"

"You've got it right here," she told him. "Right between my legs. That's where your dick always belong when you need some… uhh… plug up my gash! Stick it into me until it won't go in any more! I can handle it all, stud, all of it!"

"I'm gonna leak it into you," he said, "flush your cunt full of spunk. Make it drip for a week. Two weeks. Ahhhh… making my rod feel good in that nice, warm muff of yours… all that meat in your cunt…"

He was balling her like a dog, his hips jerking forward, sending her ass pounding against the dressing table. His powerful arms were wrapped around her tightly, pressing her tits against his hairy chest while his groin sunk into her twat.

"I can't stand it…" she was panting. "You're making me… Jesus."

"Me, too, baby," he gasped. "Oh, shit!"

Mark's fat dick squirted jism into her muff in big gobs. Spunk came shooting out, pumping into her fuck-tunnel. She crooned as she felt his cock-head spit the syrupy jizz into her system, waiting until he had shot all of it into her before releasing her.

"Oh, baby…" She held him tight, not wanting him to move away so that his cock wouldn't pull out of her pussy.

"Just like old times," he grinned.

"It's always been this way," she said. "It's never changed."

"And it's gonna be like this from now on," he told her. "No more screwing around."

"Just a minute," she told him. "I have to make a phone call." Then, before leaving the room, added, "Be sure not to raise hell while I'm gone."

She went into the study and dialed Nick's number. He answered after the fifth ring.

"Don't worry, doll," Nick said. "We were on our way over…"

"That's all right," she said. "You don't have to come. I… I won't be needing you two any more."

"What?" Nick sounded happy. "I…"

"I'll explain it some other time. And you won't have to worry about me telling Mark. I'm going to forget everything that happened."

"Great." Nick was relieved. "It was nice knowing you." He hung up before she could say good-bye.

Well, at least those two were glad to be off the hook, she thought to herself. Hell, with Mark back, who needed them anyway?

"Hurry up, Jackie," he told her.

"I'm coming," she said, already feeling her pussy dripping with fuck-juice. "Am I ever…"

George Colby sat at his kitchen table, guzzling down his sixth can of beer. That fucking little slut, he thought bitterly, why couldn't she stay away from those other guys? Hadn't he taught Sharon what a great thing fucking could be? She learned everything she knew from him… from that night he put her to sleep with his long dick and kept her at the office until dawn. He'd had such a sore peter the next morning, but it was worth it. She made it worth it. Christ, he was hung up on her and he didn't even notice it until the end.

Just as he was taking another gulp from the can, his doorbell rang. He pushed the can away from him and got up to answer it. As he opened the door, he saw Sharon North standing in front of him.

"What the hell do you want now?" he growled. "I thought Mark Spaulding was taking care of you."

"I quit," she said.

"Quit…"

She walked into his apartment. "I just want you to know that it wasn't my fault about the other day in Mark's office. They tricked me. He told me to come in and they blocked the door and jumped me. I didn't want to fuck any of them."

George looked at her. "That's pretty hard to believe, seeing the way you act for the past few weeks."

"I couldn't help it…" she said.

"Sure," George sighed.

"What was I supposed to do?" she asked him. "After you shoved your pecker into me…" She went to grope his crotch. Her hand rubbed his groin and his cock began to grow hard, stiffen. George said nothing, letting his bulge grow.

"I've never wanted anything more until after you banged me that night," she said. "I need this. I need dick, period. And… and I'm not going to ask your forgiveness."

"Then what did you came here for?" he asked, holding himself from grabbing her and forcing his hard-on into her juicy muff.

"All my life I was taught that sex was bad," she began. "In fact, my mother did an excellent job convincing me that it was the grossest thing two people could do. But after balling you… feeling it inside of my cunt, in my mouth, sucking you off… I've found that I DO want prick. I need it, and I'm at the point where I don't want just one. I don't want to be attached to anybody. There's a lot of meat out there in the world, and I've got an itching to try it out. As much as I can. So…"

"So…?" he drawled.

"How about a good-bye fuck?" she asked. "Something to remember me by?"