Vince Marcos - The office girls

"I don't know," Sharon sneered. "The thought of it moves me."

"Well, I sort of had a pretty good idea worked out that would involve you and me going to dinner. And afterward, who knows?"

"You know the answer to that one already, Gary," she said, rolling a piece of fresh paper into her typewriter.

"You don't know what you're missing, doll," he grinned again, showing off his light-blue eyes and neatly combed light-brown hair.

"For a photo editor, you sure don't get the picture," Sharon said, keeping her eyes glued to what she was typing. "I think you've been taking your work too seriously."

"I'm free tonight," Dolly offered.

Gary took a glance at her, then laughed. "You're too fast for me. And you probably douche with Liquid Plumber!"

"Prick!" Dolly spat at him.

"That's right," he laughed again, walking away, "it's what's UP front that counts." He disappeared down the end of the hall.

"He turns my stomach," Sharon mumbled.

"Funny," Dolly sighed. "He makes my cunt wet."

"Oh, Dolly!" She was revolted.

Dolly stared off in the direction Gary took. "Maybe I can catch him on the way down and change his mind. I've got a terrible yen for jism tonight!"

Sharon forced herself to go on with her work. If she kept getting interruptions like these, she'd be leaving at ten-thirty instead of six. And all she had to do was type up a few letters.

Mark Spaulding, her boss, strode out of his office practically whistling. He stopped for a minute. "Oh, Sharon, I'm going to run down to the lobby for a pack of cigarettes and come back to make a few calls. Are you going to stay and finish up?"

She nodded. "I'm pretty much through."

"Good girl. Be sure to take down any messages while I'm gone. If you should leave before I get back, be sure to lock the office door."

"Will do," she answered, and returned to her typing.

A few minutes after he had gone, she felt funny. She had never stayed in the office all alone like this. Most of the time, one or two girls would stick around and keep her company until she completed whatever remaining duties she had. But now, it was kind of… exciting. Being completely alone in a building that so many other people worked in.

It was just a few seconds later that she felt someone looking over her shoulder and stopped typing. She turned around and saw a man standing quite close to her. It was that construction worker – what was his name? – the one that was staring at her all week. His eyes were fastened to her body.

"Hello," she offered weakly. Somehow, he frightened her.

He managed a quick grin. "Everyone's gone."

"Y-Yes," she nodded. "They're all off at five."

"And we're all alone," he said.

She didn't like the way he was talking, or the way he kept looking at her. What did he want from her? She looked at him, his brown hairy arms suspiciously at bay, waiting to reach out for her; his deep eyes burning through hers; his mouth watering for some morsel he had been starving for.

She got up from her desk. "I have to get going. It's gotten so late."

"You're not going anywhere just yet, baby." He went to grab for her. His hands were on her at once, groping for her crotch and tits.

"No, don't…" she pleaded.

With one powerful hand, he clamped her wrist, while he reached inside her dress and ripped off her panties with one motion. She felt a stiff, hard bulge pressing against her stomach when he pulled her body against his own. He had a big hard-on, and she knew he would be pushing it between her legs and into her virgin cunt soon. He was going to fuck her and there was nothing she could do about it. The odds were against her getting out of it. He was so much stronger and muscular and at the rate he was going, she would feel it inside of her soon enough.

She struggled. "Oh, my God, you can't! Please don't do it!"

She used all the strength she had in herself, but to no avail. His hands fumbled at the zipper to his fly and pulled it down slowly. As he did, she could see the shape of his prick much better, its enormous outline pressing through his blue undershorts. His stomach was all covered with hair, and even his legs were furry. Then he reached inside his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was so long, longer than any she had seen in those disgusting magazines Dolly pushed in her face when she thought Sharon would like to catch an eyeful. It was only an inch thick, but its length made up for it.

He stroked her hairy cunt. "Nice snatch," he commented.

She tried wiggling out of the hold he had on her. His hand was now firmly holding her ass, while the other gripped his meat.

"No," she shook her head, trembling. "Please… don't put it in me… no!"

He held her tightly in his hairy arms, his bearded face smiling sardonically. "I've waited a long time for this, baby, and you ain't gonna stop me."

"If you want some money, I… I have about a hundred in my purse…" she stammered, struggling.

"I only want what I've got in my hands right now."

He was breathing heavily, his hand clamped rigidly onto her ass, squeezing it and pushing it up closer to his long dick. With his other hand, he was clutching his long slab of meat, bringing it up to her twat. The tip of it was poised at her hole.

"No!" she screamed. "Don't do it! You'll kill me with your thing!"

"No chance, doll," he grunted, and roughly forced his cock into her small, hairy pussy.

"Ohhh!" She gritted her teeth, her arms pounding on his hairy chest. "Oh, no…" she whimpered, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth dropping open in a steady cry of agony.

"Uhh… you're pretty tight, aren't you, baby?" he grinned. "I'll fix that."

He jerked his hips forward in a quick lunge and his enormous whang dug into her snatch, sinking slowly but surely. The stiff inches of his joint plowed down, spreading her cunt-lips apart and shoving into her virgin hole.

"Oh, Christ, I needed this."

Sharon felt something ripping open inside her box, and she knew that that construction worker's peter had torn through her cherry. He was destroying her virginity with that horrible piece of beef that hung between his legs. The pain was too much to bear. She was weakening as he rammed it up her cunt. His powerful hand was clutching her firm ass and pushing it forward so that he could hammer his dong into her cunt without any resistance. Again and again, he pushed her onto his pud, balling her roughly with his blood-engorged prick.

With his other hand now free, since it wasn't holding his ramrod any more, he tore her blouse open with one tug and exposed her huge, plump tits. Her nipples were surprisingly hard and bulging outward to his hairy chest. He pressed them against his chest, not releasing his other hand that was pumping her ass into his pecker. Sharon felt her legs spreading open wider each time George sank his shaft into her cunt all the way.

"Oh, baby, this is the best fuck I've had in a long time. Your cunt's nice and tight. Don't you love it, honey?"

She was trembling, crying out in pain. "No! I hate it! You're killing me with it. Stop it, please, don't hurt me any more!"

"Don't worry, doll," he gasped as she squirmed away from his fuck-strokes. "Before the night's over, I'll make you love it. You'll want to hump me all the time."

"No… you BASTARD!" she screamed.

As they continued to screw, George heard the elevator bell ring, announcing that the elevator would appear on that floor shortly. Mark Spaulding would return any minute and find them there. George couldn't let that happen.

George pulled his huge cock out of her sore pussy. Sharon was breathing heavily, gasping for air and whimpering in pain. Her body was shaking.

"W-Why are you doing this to me?" she asked him. "Why are you hurling me like this?"