Vince Marcos: The office girls

"We gotta get out of here, baby," George said, reaching for her quivering body. "Your boss is coming."

Sharon's eyes brightened. "D-Don't worry… I won't tell."

"I gotta be sure you won't," he said, grabbing his stiff prick in his hand and bringing it to her mouth. "You're gonna go to sleep right now."

"NO!" she yelled, pulling away from him, but not fast enough for him. He got hold of her and brought his huge cock to her mouth, forcing it between her lips.

"Don't struggle, doll," he groaned, fumbling with her fighting body. "I don't want to hurt you any more."

"No, don't do that!" she gasped, hitting at him and punching with her fists. George clutched her head and her arm and sank his long dick into her mouth. He pushed it way into her, past her teeth and down to her throat.

"Sorry I have to put you to sleep like this," he mumbled, jamming his cock far into her mouth and holding her tight so she couldn't struggle. "I can't have you yapping to your boss."

Her body jerked fiercely as he pounded his prick into her mouth roughly. She couldn't breathe. He was cutting off her supply of air. No, no, she was going to suffocate! He was going to kill her with his slab of meat. Christ, he was so long… so long.

He jerked his dick into her mouth a few more times. Her body was starting to go limp. Her hands were beginning to slow down and her arms were sinking.

No… she didn't want to get knocked out… What would he do to her? She looked up through a blurry haze at his hairy, bearded face. He was sweating, looking calm, though. He kept pushing his cock into her mouth. Colors were spinning all around, faster and faster…

"That's it, baby," he told her, hammering his pork into her throat. "That's it, it's gonna be all right… I'm not gonna hurt you… calm down, that's it… yeah, you're gonna go to sleep."

Sharon closed her eyes and George could feel her throat muscles go limp. She sank to the floor, unconscious. Good. No more struggling. He reached down and gathered up her lifeless form from the floor. She was knocked out, all right. He carried her over to an office supplies closet and shut the door.

Mark Spaulding stepped out of the elevator and looked around. All the doors were open and Sharon had left a letter, incomplete, rolled into her typewriter. There wasn't a sign of her.

Goddamn it, he fumed. He thought he told her to lock up if she was going to leave before he got back. He'd have to have a talk with her tomorrow when she came in. This was stupid, leaving the place open like this.

Mark got his coat and locked the door before he turned out the lights. He hadn't even noticed the sound of breathing in the supply closet, or the fact that Sharon was being held up by two strong arms, unconscious, only a few steps away.

While Sharon North was getting her mouth stuffed with cock, Nick Renault and Bruce Kane were preparing for their after-hours fun. Nick and Bruce were the top two writers at Playpen and did most of their stories based on the pictures Phil Daniels, the photographer, took. Nick studied one of the new pictures of Margot Jordon, sucking off the Mexican.

"Wow, look at the mouth on that babe," Nick whistled, holding the picture so that Bruce could see. Nick was a handsome Irishman who had changed his name when he went into writing. He had thin brown hair and a small mustache. His skin looked pinkish. Bruce, on the other hand, was Jewish, with thick dark-brown hair and a very bushy mustache.

Bruce grinned as he took the snapshot from him.

"Yeah, I'd like to sink my joint down those soft, juicy chops any day. Wonder if she fucks any good."

"Hey, we should try her out sometime," suggested Nick, laughing. "Like we do… with all our other female partners."

Bruce chuckled with him. "Yeah, that's what best friends are for. Right?"

Nick put the photo to the side. "Let's get out of this place and get ourselves a chick. I'm gonna punch holes through this pair of pants in another minute if I keep thinkin' about it."

"Same here." Bruce got up from his chair and grabbed his coat. "Christ, I've had a hard-on all day writing that story about that Margot dame. I've really got the hots for her."

Nick put on his suit coat and joined Bruce out in the hall. He was hoping both of them could find something good tonight, after that long, hard day. He and Bruce had always been buddies in orgies out of the office, and landed some prime-cut ass together. They were almost an act, Renault-Kane. And the times they loved it best, really appreciated some great pussy, was when they went out and found some unsuspecting chick in the park and jumped her. Oh, it wasn't all that bad. They didn't beat up on anybody. No, they just held her down, both of them, while Bruce could get behind her and he could get in front and… BANG! They'd cluster-fuck her. Bruce loved a good butt-fuck and Nick went wild over it standing up, so they teamed up and did it together.

Like last week, for example. They had been walking down Central Park at night when they spotted this foxy broad with knockers out to here. When Bruce got a load of those jugs, he knew that his prick would have a nice, tight asshole to screw. Nick came up to her and went for her wrists, while Bruce got in back of her and held her arms. Before the chick knew what was happening, Nick shoved his stiff ramrod into her dry pussy and began fucking away like a madman. While the girl was crying out in agony, Bruce had his fly open and was poking his prong into her buns. That chick got it both ways, and when they finished dumping their loads into both her slots, she was too weak to call the cops.

That's the way it had always been. Nick and Bruce would pick one night out of the week and get some ass, quick and easy. It didn't matter what they fucked, as long as it had two holes and some tits.

Nick and Bruce had been driving around for a while in Bruce's Monte Carlo when they finally spotted what both their dicks wanted. She had long platinum hair and was dressed in a black hot pants suit. She even had on those crazy black boots that went up to her knees. It was dark out and she wouldn't be able to see who they were.

"Is your hot rod raring to go?" Nick asked him, putting the car in park.

"Souped up and revved up." Bruce was climbing out of the car. "Let's go get her."

Nick went out first, lighting a cigarette as he approached her. She was walking slowly, swinging her nice, curvy hips with each step. Jesus, this chick must be hot for some meat. Ask no more, honey.

"Hey, baby, looking for some action?" Nick asked her, falling in step with her. Bruce wasn't far behind.

"Fuck off, creep," the woman told him, keeping her eyes straight ahead of her.

"I got just what the doctor ordered," Nick went on, motioning for Bruce to slip behind her. "A stethoscope that'd beat the fuck out of your snatch."

"If you don't get away from me," she warned him, "I'll belt you in the balls with my purse."

Just as she started talking to him, Bruce was behind her and grabbed her under the armpits, pinning her against his body. The girl screamed out for a minute as Bruce dragged her behind the bushes. She was struggling like a wildcat, kicking at Nick's crotch. She missed him, but just barely.

"Hurry," Nick told him. "Get the bitch behind the bushes!"

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she yelled. "Get away from me!"

Bruce got her behind the bushes and pulled her down to the grass. Nick busied himself ripping off her hot pants and getting himself a first-hand look at her cunt. He flashed her a grin when he saw that it was the same bleached color as her hair.

"Jesus!" he howled, "I think I'm gonna munch on some cunt for a while before we get down to business!"

"BASTARD!" the woman yelled. "PRICK! ASSHOLE!"