Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

And then he changed his tactics. She felt his hands circling around her body again and cupping her tits. He guided her in the rhythm he wanted. She could do nothing but obey the silent command given by those gripping, tormenting hands.

His thumbs and forefingers captured her rock-hard nipples and rolled them in tiny circles. As their passions mounted and she fucked herself faster and faster on his upright cock, the tiny circles he moved her nipples in became big ones. By the time she was fucking herself all out, she thought he was going to rip her boobs off her chest.

«God, oh sweet Jesus, it's too much,» she sobbed out. She had closed her eyes and tossed her head, sending a cascade of black hair flying about her face. The feel of his hands moving against her tits was almost enough to make her come. So could feel his cock reaming out her pussy. The freedom she had in the fucking pushed her nearer the edge of her orgasm.

When she reached down between her legs and stroked lightly over her own clit, she did come. Hard. Never in her life had Velvet experienced a more potent climax.

She soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy, floating and diving, twisting and turning and relishing every single instant of the ultimate in human sensation.

«God, Ben, it's too much. I can't take any more. I love it so much but my body won't take it!»

«Bullshit,» he grunted. «This is just getting good. Try to relax just a bit, then let yourself go. That'll be a real come, one you'll remember for years!»

Velvet tried to follow his instructions but it was difficult. The friction of his cock fucking so strongly in and out of her pussy warmed her loins and set tiny watchfires burning in her guts. Without too much effort those tiny fires could turn into conflagrations threatening to totally consume her body.

She fucked herself faster in response to the man's hand movements on her tits. The way her boobs expanded with more and more blood being pumped from her heart, she thought they would explode. The lewd squashing sound of his cock racing in and out of her tight pussy reached her ears and the sweat and sex odors from the fucking expanded her nostrils.

Velvet felt the telltale tensions mounting inside her body again. She had relaxed only for an instant. Being only flesh and blood, she simply couldn't relax all the way with that hard and hot virile cock inside her pussy. His hands pressed her tits together and rubbed one nipple against the other. The unique sensation got her off.

Her come was even better than the prior one. But it was sharp and quick, over too soon. She was turning into a sex junkie. She needed more, lots more fucking.

«Give it to me, Ben darling. I'm burning inside. I need to feel your cock, every single goddamn inch of it, in my hot cunt!»

Even as she spoke she was acting. Her hips went berserk. She fucked herself faster and harder than ever before. Velvet corkscrewed to and fro, grinding her hips down into Ben's crotch. She felt his bush stimulating her clit, making it twitch and tingle.

Hands on her tits, his cock vanishing repeatedly into her demanding cunt, the man couldn't stand it any longer. He began arching his back to drive his prick even deeper into her hot center. He felt the fuck juices squirting out around his prick but this hardly mattered. The tensions in his balls mounted, then snapped.

He came, spewing out his sweet flowing come into her pussy. She tensed and shrieked as the flaming juices hit her sensitive cunt walls. Their groins locked together in the most intimate of all possible touches, straining and grinding until both of them were sated and exhausted.

Velvet collapsed forward, her still-hard nipples poking into the man's hairy chest. She smiled at him and kissed his lips lightly.

«You're great, Ben, none better.»

«Bitch,» he said. «You got the reporting job.»

«Ben, don't think you have to give it to me just because . . .»

«If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't get the job. But I know you do mean it so I'm giving you a chance. Just one.»

«Oh, Ben, that's all I want. I'll show you I can do a bang-up job!»

«You have,» he said, smiling up at her vivacious face. «You already have!»

«I'm glad Ben assigned you to this story, too, Velvet,» Tony said earnestly. «It looks like it's going to be a big one. We had a tip that the bank president was embezzling tons of money but none of the other reporters have been able to crack it.»

«You think we can do it if we work together?» she asked, looking at the young man. He was hunched over the steering wheel like some race car driver.

«Sure. We've got a lot on the ball. As a team, we're unbeatable.»

«It doesn't seem that we'll be able to do all that much if the other reporters have struck out. Hell, Williamson wouldn't even authorize a camera crew. Imagine, a pair of TV reporters without a camera crew.»

«Don't sweat it. I've got an inside track. This is going to make us both famous. Pulitzer prizes, the works. We'll be able to go to the networks and name our own salaries after this breaks.»

Velvet sighed and leaned back in the seat. She wished she could believe Tony but he was just too optimistic about this. Not getting a camera crew for their interview with the bank president was a real blow for her. This reduced them to little more than newspaper reporters out digging up a story. Still, she thought to herself, it was better than being stuck behind the desk while Larry made obscene comments about her.

Tony pulled up in front of the bank and took a deep breath. «Okay, kiddo, here it goes. Let's give it our all.»

«What's the battle plan?» she asked, unsure of herself for the first time. She knew that Williamson was waiting for them to fall flat on their faces. They wouldn't get much of a story and this would allow him to can her once and for all.

Or worse.

Tony would get his ass fired. She would get her ass fucked. Williamson would move her into his office as his personal secretary and full-time plaything. Either she'd have to quit then or continually feel the detestable prod of the man's cock into her tight cunt.

«Simple. The head cashier is supposed to have all the dirt, at least he is according to my snitch. I'll keep the bank president busy with a lot of trivial questions. He'll eat that up since I'll try to make him look good. After all the shit that's been thrown his way, he'll suck up to me good and proper. You get the cashier aside – and get the story.»

«Sounds okay, provided the cashier does know all the skeletons and where they're hidden.»

Tony laughed and patted her leg. «Velvet, with your looks you can make any man's skeleton do a jig.»

«Let's go see if we can't scare up that story,» she said, her hand resting for a moment on top of Tony's. It felt good there, but they had work to do.

Inside the bank, the guard ushered them directly into the president's office. Velvet took an instant dislike to the man. He reminded her too much of Walt Williamson. The same squinty eyes and the suspicious look, greasy hair and an air of superiority made her want to turn and leave. But they did have a story to cover.

«Mr. Fontaine,» Tony said to the man, «we're here to talk with you about the so-called embezzlement that's been going on here.»

«There's no embezzlement,» the man said sharply. «Those are rumors started to discredit not only me but this fine bank.»

«Really?» Tony asked, his eyes wide and innocent. «Gosh, I got it all wrong. Could you tell me a little about this mess?»

Seeing that Tony was allowing himself to be gulled into believing just about anything, the man launched into a long, involved story of how funds were shifted periodically and how book-keeping mistakes did happen. About halfway through the speech, Velvet rose.