Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

Her pussy convulsed around the thick spike of cock. She felt every single contour of his dick and this pushed her arousal even higher. The heavy arrow-shaped head of his cock expanded and rubbed passionately against her cunt walls. The throbbing veins and arteries along the shaft pulsed and fed her come. The sexual energy charging her body reached the point where she couldn't control any of it.

She came even harder. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the hot flush rising in her tits and neck. And still this wasn't the end of it. She knew her pussy was gushing out frothy juices from the way they ran down the insides of her thighs.

«Damn, baby, this is almost more'n I can handle,» he grunted out. «You smash down on my cock like that again and you'll mash the fucker flat!»

He continued poling in and out of her pussy with his long, demanding strokes. She hardly relaxed before another climax began building in her loin's.

Velvet both loved and hated the feeling. The sexual and emotional release was nice, but why did it have to come with a pig like Williamson? She felt as if she betrayed herself. And yet she needed this fucking. She needed the warmth and the feelings racing through her and surging into her cunt, making her into a complete woman. She needed it as she needed food and water and air.

«Tight, you're getting even tighter around me,» he panted harshly. His fingers gripped down on her waist, pulling her back powerfully with every inward fucking stroke.

The tiny fires of lust burning inside her turned into flames that would have done a blast furnace proud. Out of control, she sobbed and begged him for more. When he gave it to her, she came again.

Short, quick strokes fed the carnal fires in her body to the point where she was being consumed by them. The man reached around and made a fork out of his index and middle fingers. Pressing one finger on each side of his prick, he pressed down into her turgid cunt lips. The action tightened her labia around his cock.

She gasped at the electric tensions short-circuiting into her body now. The pressure around his prick caused her to come again. She had lost all control and could only respond when the man willed her to. But she couldn't complain. This was too intense, too good, exactly what she had been needing.

«Gotta fuck more, more, more!» the man chanted.

He slammed repeatedly into her cunt, his balls swinging forward and wetly slapping against her puffy, blue-tinged cunt lips. The action of that hairy little bag, his fingers, and most of all his cock, set her off one more time.

As her cunt collapsed like a mineshaft around his cock, he blew his wad. His cock fountained out a steady spurt of jism that whitewashed her cunt walls.

The feel of him coming inside her caused Velvet to gasp and moan through another come. The intense sexual high quickly died, however, and left her panting and crying, her ass jutting up in the air and the man's limp prick dribbling from her twat. The hot juices leaking from her insides ran down her legs and reminded her exactly what had happened.

She hardly believed she had allowed the man to fuck her without putting up more of a fight. Still, she had to be realistic. She needed the job badly. Without it, she would lose everything – especially her own pride. Letting him use her as a sex toy was easier than admitting she couldn't make it in the business world.

«Yeah, baby, that was good. You've got a hell of a hot cunt. Educated pussy, you might say.» Williamson laughed at his own crude joke and slapped her on the butt. «Get decent. This is a business office.»

«Are you going to let me continue doing some reporting?» she asked, hardly trusting either her voice or his answer.

He thought it over for a minute, then said, «Yeah, I guess so. Any cunt who'll do what you do deserves a chance to prove herself. Now get your ass out of here. I have business to do.»

Chapter 7

«Are you sure it'll be all right, Ben?» Velvet pushed a strand of her lustrous hair back and studied the man. He shrugged and gave her a weak smile.

«I don't see why not. Janet and I are trying to get things back together and having a party seemed like a good way of starting. It gets us into a crowd and lets us move around if we get too uncomfortable with each other.»

«I mean . . .» The woman's voice trailed off. Ben obviously knew what she meant. While they hadn't fucked all that many times, there was real affection between them. Velvet didn't want to go to a party and have any sign of that destroying Ben's marriage.

«I know. It's okay, I tell you. Why don't you and Tony come together? That would relieve the strain all around and keep things looking proper.»

«Things are proper, Ben,» she said firmly. «And I'm sure that you and Janet will work it all out for the best.»

«I hope so,» he sighed. «Now, get out of here and I'll see both of you tonight, at my place, at seven.»

Velvet left, feeling good for a change. Ever since the round in Williamson's office, she had been feeling lower than a snake's belly. Not even Tony's bright and cheerful mood could perk her up. But now that Williamson hadn't made any further sexual demands on her, she was loosening up. This party might be just the thing for her, she decided. She went to find Tony and tell him he was taking her to the Carltons' for the evening.

«So nice of you to come,» Ben greeted Velvet and Tony. «Most of the people are already here. Some you know. Say howdy and get acquainted with the others.»

«Fine, thanks, Ben.» Velvet looked around the crowded room and choked on the thick cigarette smoke hanging in the air. It'd take her a few minutes to get used to it. Maybe after a drink or two she would really get into the mood.

«Tony, why not go get Velvet a drink?» Ben asked.

Tony nodded and drifted off, seeing that Ben had something he wanted to say to Velvet alone. As soon as he'd gone, Ben turned and looked at the girl.

«Janet's not really getting into this the way I thought she would. So could you keep it cool toward me?»

«Don't worry, Ben,» Velvet said, her hand instinctively coming up to lightly touch his cheek. She hastily pulled her hand back and nodded. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her momentary slip, she saw Janet watching her intently. «I think I goofed, Ben,» she said. «Want me to try and patch it over?»

«Don't bother. If I can't do it, I don't even want you trying. Sometimes too many cooks can spoil the broth.»

«Sometimes it only takes one extra lover,» Velvet said quietly. Ben looked at her and smiled wanly, then moved off through the room to greet others coming in. Velvet stood and observed, wondering where Tony had gone with her drink.

As she started to go find him, she felt fingers on her arm holding her back. Velvet turned and saw Janet glaring at her. For an instant, she didn't know what to say. But the other woman spoke first and took the obligation off her shoulders.

«So you're Velvet,» the woman said slowly, looking her over with a critical eye. «I can see why Ben goes for you in a big way.»

«I'll take what you said as a compliment,» said Velvet, unsure of herself. She didn't want to make matters worse between Ben and Janet, yet she felt insulted by the implications.

«Take it any way you want. I just had to see the kind of slut Ben has taken up with.»

«Now listen here, Janet,» started Velvet, then stopped. She glanced around the room and decided this wasn't the place for such a discussion. Taking hold of Janet's arm, she pulled the woman into a bedroom and closed and locked the door. «You've got it all wrong,» she stated, «if you think there's anything between Ben and me. There's not.»