Vince Marcos: The office girls

She pushed Mark out of her mind immediately when he did cross her thoughts. That no-good son-of-a-bitch could take his magazine and shove it up his up-tight ass! All he ever thought about was those broads who worked there and how much pussy he could juggle at one time. She knew all about her super-stud husband and his reputation at the office. Shit, executive vice-president, my ass! she thought. She'd taken a ride over to that place and saw what it was like the porno capital of the world. Those models, fucking their way into the cheap glossy pages of that skuzzy magazine. Mark brought a few issues home sometimes, and when Jacqueline got a good look at the prime-meat those studs were flashing around and sticking into every opening they could… hell, her cunt was just dripping wet.

That's who she was thinking of. That red-haired guy with the fuzzy, muscular body and a prick that could pole-vault him into the World Olympics. She pictured him grinding into her gash and ripping her hot cunt apart, drip by drip. Jackie rotated the vibrator around her stiff clit, feeling that button of delight humming along.

"Pound it into me, lover!" she screamed, pretending the red-haired guy was climbing all over her and pushing his tool into her wet slit. She groped through empty air, thinking it to be his fuzzy ass, moving up and down, bringing his dick way up into her tight muff. "Dig into that box… ohhh… it's so long… so hard… you're driving me up the wall. Shoot your load into me… your cock really plugs up that hole good, keep going."

She moved her hips to an imaginary thrust of that big, juicy dick. It was poking holes through the walls inside her snatch. There was just so far a joint could go into a cunt, and after that, it was UP to YOU.

The juice icky-goo in her cunt was dribbling down her inner thighs and making wet stains on the bed sheets. But she wasn't thinking about them now. It was Jason (she had decided that was a good name for her red-headed fucker) jacking his thick prick into her twat. Jackie had dyed her pussy hair silver-white, like her own hair, and had cut it into a heart-shape.

"Shoot your arrow into my target, baby!" she gasped, moving the buzzing vibrator deeper into her cooze. She stuck the tip of the vibrator into her fuck-tunnel and brought it up to her clit, circling it and driving it back down again.

Jason was sliding his hand under her ass and pushing it upward so that he could get some more cock into her sizzling pussy. She groaned and swung her arm around his shoulder while the vibrator was doing its work on her clit. She rammed her crotch upward violently, banging her ass hard on the bed, then pounding it up so that his shaft could sink in good.

"Pump it into me!" she panted, rolling her head from side to side, her eyes shut tight and her tongue licking her moist lips. "I want to feel that jism squirting into my hole so that I'm going to have to take a spoon and scoop it out later. Ohhh, scrape that meat against my clit! Scrape it right off! Jack me off with your cock! Christ, I don't think it's gonna fit in all the way… no, don't try to push it any farther, it won't go in any more… Ohh, Jason, d-don't try – UUGGHHH! Y-You bastard! You b-bastard, you're gonna make me own and I don't want to… not now… prick! Oh… oh, no!"

Jackie's fingers went numb and she dropped the vibrator as her ass shook violently, tremendously and she jerked from left to right on the bed, helplessly orgasming.

"Oh, Jesus…" she moaned, her clit tingling with cum and her hole spitting fuck-juice. The vibrator kept humming next to her, now rolling off the bed and onto the floor where she had thrown a dozen Playpen Magazines all over, opened to page's featuring guys getting blown and chicks getting corn-holed. Cocks. Wonderful, great, big, succulent dicks. Ever since she had gotten married, she was in love with pockets. COCKS, PRICKS, DONGS, WHANGS, PUDS, JOINTS, MEAT, SHAFTS, ORGANS, PRONGS, DICKS, RODS, PECKERS and PETERS. RAMRODS, TOOLS, THINGS, WAZZOOS, SLABS, and BEEF. They were all the same thing and they all hung between the legs of every horny man in the world and she loved them all. BALLS, ROCKS, NUTS, SACS – she needed them. They gave her what she wanted and they made her a hot bitch in heat whenever she saw them.

But what good did it do her? Mark only fucked her once, maybe twice a week, if he could manage it. He was always running around with those sluts from the office. FUCKING, SCREWING, BALLING, BANGING, HUMPING, SUCKING, and BLOWING.

Jesus, she was mind-fucking herself, thinking of the words. And that son-of-a-bitch hardly gave her any. He was dishing it out at the office. Sure, she thought about shopping around for some meat, but who could she get without having him run his mouth off about what a great piece of ass Mrs. Mark Spaulding was? She didn't want it circulated that she was some kind of whore. Hell, with the exception of not getting any balling, she LIKED being Mrs. Mark Spaulding, with the credit cards, the sports car, the furs.

But right now, the one thing that was on Jackie's mind was taking a long-needed piss. After jacking off with the vibrator, which she just reached down and shut off before it tore the carpeting to shreds (GOD FORBID!), she had a gallon of piss to get rid of. Hell, she was so tired of cumming that she couldn't summon the strength to get up and run to the john. An idea popped out of nowhere and she giggled at the wickedness of it all. Her three-hundred-dollar mink purse was lying on the nightstand just next to the bed. Mark had bought it for her last month as a present. She grabbed it and pushed it up between her legs. Ohhh… she sighed as she felt the warm gush oozing into the purse, the furry bag absorbing her piss. She groaned at the ecstasy of it all… ahhh… all that piss getting soaked up into the purse. And that mink felt so GOOD rubbing against her hairy cunt and her warm thighs. It was so furry. Like Mark's crotch, rubbing against her twat when he fucked her…

When she finished relieving herself, she tossed the purse into Mark's closet where all his hundred-dollar suits were hanging. The purse hit several of them in one shot and sank to the ground. Let that bastard say something about it and she'd have it out with him!

She lay there for several more moments, then she decided, hell I'm getting to be part of the furniture around here in this fucking suburban home. It's time Jackie got herself a little nookie.

So what if Mark finds out about it? How the hell did I hear about his escapades? From a fucking news broadcast!

Jackie threw open her closet door and searched for something nice and sexy. There was a black hot pants outfit with knee-high boots. Yes… she wanted to look like some two-bit whore roaming the streets. That's how she'd get laid. She'd even think of a name for herself. How about… CLITORIS VON STUCKER? Perfect! Oh, she was going to really move those ass muscles of hers tonight.

Sharon North waved to the dozens of secretaries as they got their things together to leave. It was a quarter after five and there was so much more work to get done that it seemed a shame to have to leave it until tomorrow. Anyway, she would get paid for the overtime, so it was a pleasant gesture to stay.

"We should get together sometime," Dolly Ebert told her before heading for the elevators. "It could be fun… and educational."

"Yes… sometime," she replied, but was wary of the way Dolly had said, "educational". If it had meant finding some guy in a bar and inviting him up to her apartment for sex, the idea wasn't too tempting.

"Keep it in mind," Dolly winked, but before she could run oft Gary Speele slid over to them. Dolly smiled her sexiest smile. "Why, hello, Gary."

"Hi, babe," he said in a low, casual tone. His attention shifted to Sharon. "What the fuck are you still here for? You're not going to park your ass there all night, are you?"