Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

He did.

His prick slid in and out of her cunt with a swiftness she'd have thought impossible except she was feeling it. He spread her inhumanly wide and then totally plugged her hole up with his fleshy prick. She felt every contour of that tremendous fuck stick as it pulsated and throbbed against her tender pussy walls.

As she came again, she felt his cock swell to heroic proportions inside her. When he spilled his jism into her agitated cunt, she came again. Together, they moaned and rocked through a mutual, all-consuming orgasm. Even after his prick began to turn flaccid, she could hardly believe its size. He got her off one more time with his cock hardly more than a dead, fat worm.

«God, you're great,» she sighed, lounging back on the money. The look on the man's face told the story. He thought she was something, too.

What he said surprised her and made Velvet smile.

«I told you everything, didn't I? Please don't let anyone know where you got the information. They'd fire me. My wife and kids. My job, God, it'd all be gone in a flash if anything even hinted that I'd told you about the embezzlement.»

Velvet had to shift mental gears to get back to the reason for her being in the bank vault in the first place. The fucking had been great, but she had learned what she needed to know. The woman's mind slowly worked over the details of the embezzlement the man had told her while she was sucking his cock. It all fit into a nice, orderly, damning picture.

The bank president would be sent up for a zillion years after she and Tony aired the story.

She'd gotten what she had come for – and a lot more. Hungrily, even greedily, the woman's gaze feasted on the sight of the still huge organ dangling between the cashier's thighs. But that part of the story was over. Regrettably so, for Velvet had never felt anything better in her young life.

». . . and that's the latest on the bank scandal. Good evening,» said Velvet, putting the papers down in front of her on the desk. She heaved a huge sigh of relief as the red light on the camera winked off, indicating she was no longer on the air.

«Great stuff!» cried Tony, coming over to pump her hand. He bent over and kissed her then. «Great stuff. We're going to get awards all over the place for that story. God, breaking a major banking scandal before even the newspapers got it! Wow!»

Velvet felt all of Tony's elation and more. She had proven herself. The pair of them had gotten the story, but she was the one who had ferreted out the real source of the information. The cashier's information had been accurate in every detail. Indictments against the bank president were pending as a result of their expose.

Her hands trembled with the excitement as she leaned back in the chair. The hot lights caused part of the perspiration on her face; the rest was from nervous strain of presenting the story.

«We showed them, didn't we, Tony?» she asked.

«We're a team, Velvet. We'll be able to go out and really dig into what's happening out there. Camera crews and everything. Live action stuff. There's not going to be anything or anyone to stop us. We'll be another Huntley-Brinkley team. We'll be . . .» Tony was cut off by the entrance of the station manager.

Velvet felt herself tensing. She hardly expected to hear words of praise from Williamson. Their success had shot down his ideas of getting rid of them.

«Hi, Mr. Williamson,» said Tony brightly. «We college kids sure came through for you this time, didn't we? Bet this series had the highest news rating in the history of this town!»

«Not bad,» the man grudgingly replied. «Could be better. You need more practice at this kind of reporting.»

«Not bad? Hell, man, it was great.»

«You have something else to do, don't you, Sims?» the station manager said in a cold voice. Tony quickly left after casting a puzzled look at Velvet.

«What is it?» the woman asked suspiciously. «You want something, don't you?»

«That report was okay, but it ruined a friend of mine. The banker has been most helpful in financing for this station.»

«And personally?» asked Velvet nastily. «Does he give you some of the money he steals from the bank – as a personal loan?»

«Listen, cunt, you can be fired, just like that!» Williamson snapped his fingers under her nose. «You do one okay story and you think you own this place. It doesn't work that way. You have to do more than just wiggle your ass and flaunt your tits and spread for any man who comes along. This is a competitive business.»

Velvet watched the man turning red in the face. He was getting worked up over this and she realized he was angry that she and Tony had gotten the story.

«Does that mean you won't blackmail me anymore? That I don't have to put out for you whenever you get horny?»

Velvet recoiled, thinking the man was going to hit her. His clenched fist relaxed a little and he smiled. The smile was more menacing than if he had tried to hit her. Williamson squinted against the harsh light and grinned broadly.

«Come on up to my office.»

«I'm busy.»

«You'll be very unbusy if you don't because you won't have a job. This is a . . . staff meeting.» He chuckled at his own humor. Velvet shuddered and wondered if she should call him on it. She knew damned good and well what sort of «staff» he was talking about. It'd be just the two of them – and his cock running into her cunt.

She might be able to bluff him. And then again, maybe he didn't bluff. She'd be out of a job. The bills had been piling up on her and she was wondering how she'd ever be able to pay them all. Losing the job now meant having to go begging to her parents. She hadn't done that all through school; she wasn't going to start now.

Velvet steeled herself against what the man would do and dutifully followed him to his office. He closed the door behind her. The woman cringed, feeling as if she had just entered an execution chamber.

«You college types think you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you something, you ignorant bitch, you aren't. Those guys like me who've had to work and work hard to get where we are know the ropes. You're a newcomer around here and have a lot to learn.»

«Mr. Williamson, you're being unfair about this.» Velvet stopped when she saw nothing but lust in the man's eyes. Nothing else was on his mind right now but his own rampaging sexual desires. The way his crotch lumped up and twitched told the girl everything she needed to know.

«I'll show you the ropes. And you'll love it, cunt. You'll love it because a man will be showing you how to do it.»

She almost panicked and fought him off, then remembered how badly off she was financially. With the hiring crunch in the television industry, she had been lucky to get this job. She wouldn't be so lucky in finding another if she walked out now. Williamson was a powerful man in the field and would have her blacklisted with every station in the state.

Velvet shut her eyes and tried to imagine the hands pawing at her lush tits were Ben's or Tony's. The roughness made it almost impossible for her to believe it was one of her other lovers. Williamson's meaty hands crushed down powerfully on her, brutalizing her tits. She sobbed and caught her breath as he began unbuttoning her blouse to get in to her naked, creamy white boobs.

«Please, you don't have to do this. You're just . . .»

«Silence, cunt,» he snapped. «I know what I want. And I know what you want. You want this!»

He flashed out his prick. This sight of it made Velvet fearful of what he might do to her if she tried to run. It wouldn't be a grudging fuck then, it would turn into rape. And she wouldn't have a ghost of a chance of making it stick. The man could ruin her entire career with a single bad word. She had to go along with him, as much as she hated the idea.