Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

«I'm not just anyone,» she said, leaning forward. This time her tits did come spilling out. «Oh, my!» she said with coy alarm. «Would you help me? I seem to be in some trouble.»

«Help?» he said dully. She reached out and took his hands and pulled them to her tits. The feel of his hands closing on her boobs sent shivers of delight through her chest. She sighed deeply and moved closer to the DA.

«So nice,» she cooed. «I could spend the rest of the day like this. But I can't, not really.»

«Why not?»

«Because my poor little pussy is so hungry. It needs to be fed.»

«Your pussy? Your pet?»

Velvet laughed and moved even closer, her feet resting on either arm of the man's chair. She kept his hands moving all over her tits, fondling them, crushing the life out of them, making them quiver with the promise of more to come.

«Not my pet. My pussy. My pussy needs to be fed. And it's carnivorous. It only likes meat, manmeat, and lots of it. I bet you could feed it, couldn't you?»

She opened her legs even more causing her skirt to hike up. She wiggled on the desk and got the fabric under her ass. This wantonly exposed her snatch to the man. He couldn't take his eyes off the bikini briefs she wore. They were bright red and made from flimsy nylon material that could be seen through. Her dark furry bush poked above the top and her pink, damp pussy lips were outlined by the thin fabric.

«God, for that I'd give away any secret in my safe!» the man exclaimed.

«I only want what you're going to be making public tomorrow. Nothing more,» she said softly. «Why don't you just get those nasty old panties out of the way? We'd both like that a lot, wouldn't we?»

«Hell, yes!» the man exclaimed. He pulled one of his hands free from the warm, white tit it had been clutching and grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk.

Velvet shivered as he ran the cold metallic edge along the soft inside of her thigh. She gasped as he snipped and took the fabric between the blades. Another snip and her pussy was exposed totally.

She bent forward, keeping her feet on the arms of his chair, and got his zipper yanked down. His prick stood up at attention, proud and eager for the challenge.

Velvet didn't hesitate. Her legs slipped down on either side of the man's hips and she knelt on his chair, her pussy brushing the tip of his jutting prick.

«Go on, put it in. I want to feel it inside me,» she urged.

He reached down and got hold of his prick, maneuvered it into the right place and then said, «Down. You've got to lower yourself down onto it. I need . . . oh my God!»

Velvet would have cried out, too, but the shock of feeling that prick surge into her wet, seething hot pussy was almost too much for her. She was robbed of speech, but it didn't matter. Her pussy was saying all the things she wanted to say. And the man's cock was speaking for him.

They wanted each other. That was obvious. She felt his cock trembling and dancing lustily inside the tightness of her dripping pussy. Her cunt walls tensed and gripped down feverishly on him until she thought she could just sit there straddling the man's waist and get off.

But this wasn't enough for the DA.

«Move, dammit,» he urged. «Fuck yourself. I can't move my hips as long as you've got me pinned in this chair.»

She leaned forward even more, shoving her tit into his mouth. She didn't want him talking, not now. She wanted the most stimulation he was capable of giving her.

When he started sucking on her tit, she gasped and almost came. The feel of his mighty cock pulsating in her pussy and the wet, sucking mouth moving all over the crest of her jug made her shake like a leaf in a high wind. Velvet knew she was blushing, but it didn't matter. They were both too far gone in the throes of their own desire to let anything stop them.

She worried briefly about the morality of using sex to get her story. This seemed cheap to her and yet she was in a big bind. Williamson had forced her to fuck him. If she had wanted to go out and starve, without a job and without money, she could have. Letting him have his way with her was less of a loss of self-esteem than not being able to succeed at the job she had wanted for so long.

This wasn't much different, she decided. She could flaunt her sex and get the story. The difference was in how much she enjoyed it. The DA wasn't a bad-looking man. A touch of grey tinged his hair and gave him a distinguished appearance. The size of his prick filling her pussy told her it was going to be good for both of them, too.

«More, give me more of that mouth all over my titties, «she sobbed out.

He obeyed her instantly. He tried to take an entire breast into his mouth. Her boob was too large for that and he left ugly red streaks behind on the soft white flesh where his teeth cut in. But she thrilled to the sensation.

The teeth aroused her and caused more blood to pound into her tits. The nipples cresting the tips of her jugs pulsed with a sexual power she hadn't realized lay within her. Any second she expected her boobs to explode.

His tongue tormented her, licking and rolling the tiny buttons of her nipples in erotic circles. His hands reached around and pulled her ass- cheeks apart. And his cock! It thrust boldly all the way up into her twat giving her a feeling of completeness.

«Fuck yourself,» he grated out around a mouthful of titflesh. «You're the one able to move. So move, dammit, move and get it on!»

His finger probed up into her asshole to urge her along. The way his prick jerked and danced in the tight berth of her pussy was more than enough to make her hips lift up and away from his groin.

She shuddered as his cock left. The vacuum formed behind that piston of manflesh was almost dragging her guts out. She couldn't wait to get his prick back inside her where it belonged. Tiny fires danced along the entire length of her fuck tunnel and she had to stroke them, build them, get them going into raging conflagrations.

As soon as only the purple-knobbed tip of his cock remained between the damp lips of her pussy, she paused, got her hips back into position and then lunged downward again. She cried out as his prick forced its way up into her deepest recesses.

The folds of her pussy straightened under the impact of his racing prick. She felt her resilient cunt walls straining to expand to take the huge rod. And then she relaxed a little and felt nothing but the pulsating warmth from his virile cock.

She repeated the process. Lifting off his crotch, feeling his prick slip from her cunt, then tease and torment her cunt lips. When she jammed her hips down again, she felt the fires she had been carefully nurturing come totally alive. They burned with a frantic need now. She had to stroke those carnal blazes until they consumed her. Nothing less would do.

Velvet pumped up and down on the man's fuck pole, stroking and twisting her hips and turning every way she could for the maximum stimulation. The man's mouth continued to nurse greedily at her tits and his hands fondled her buttocks and guided her so that the fucking was even more potent than if she had been doing it solely on her own.

«Now, oh yes, nooooow!» she moaned out.

His fingers tightened like steel bands on her ass as she came. The entire length of his prick was safely berthed in her hot sheath of female flesh as she came. She felt every single contour of that cock as her pussy walls collapsed around it. Straining, struggling to breathe, lost in the throes of intense orgasm, she exploded.

Fucking herself as fast as she could, the girl couldn't get enough. Her demanding cunt sucked and pulled at his prick. She felt his entire length begin to stiffen even more, expanding to the point where she was sure he would spew out his jizz at any second. The man's control was as solid as a rock. Even though he was on the brink of coming, he held off.