Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

This allowed her to fuck herself even more.

Velvet stayed balanced on the knife edge of orgasm longer than she would have thought possible. Her wild movements caused the swivel chair to squeak ominously but being thrown to the floor didn't enter her mind.

«My balls,» he panted. «They feel like a pressure cooker. A cooker without a safety valve! God, I'm going to explode!»

«Not yet!» she begged. «Hang on for a while longer. Oh, I need this, I need it so baaaaad!»

She came.

Her world spun crazily as the ice and iron grip of climax smashed down on her tender young body. She felt the man's mouth pulling her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his rough, wet tongue. The sensations from that lanced down into her chest and slowly sifted down to her belly.

The manhandling he gave her buttocks produced a different sort of arousal for her. It was more gentle, more seductive, more insidious. She hardly realized it was stimulating her at all until the feelings wormed their way up her spine and settled like melted butterscotch in her stomach.

And the thickness of his cock spread her cunt walls to the breaking point. Her juices slackened his cock enough so that there was only excitement as she fucked herself on his cock, but the sensations ripping into her belly were sharp, intense. She felt as if every electric surge of entry was tearing her apart.

All these met in her belly and planted an atomic bomb. When she tossed her head back and felt her lustrous hair flowing around her bare shoulders, stroking and tantalizing her, she came again. There was no holding back the intensity of her feelings now.

«Aieeeee!»

«Not so damned loud,» he panted. «My secretary will hear.»

«No, she won't,» Velvet told him. But she couldn't explain why not. That was too complex for her right now. She was reduced to animal level responses. Total joy seized her body and held it in a vise-grip.

And she loved every instant of it.

She began tightening her cunt muscles to clamp down firmly on his mighty piston of cock-flesh. There was an immediate response. The man gasped and began fucking upwards into her twat, actually lifting her off the chair with every powerful thrust.

«Can't hang on any longer. Just can't,» he complained.

He fucked faster and deep and then spilled his seed into her eagerly awaiting loins. Her pussy clutched even harder at his buried prick, milking it and sucking hard at the juices fountaining out. She came again just as the last of his jism pumped into her cunt.

She sagged forward, the man's face buried between her tits. He licked slowly up the deep canyon and then kissed her full on the lips.

«This is a hell of a trade,» he said finally. «The fuck of my life for something that'll be public knowledge tomorrow anyway.»

«Screw the information. Let's do it again,» she said breathlessly. And Velvet meant it. Her pussy hummed with desire now, begging for another fucking like the one she'd just gotten.

The DA laughed. «A fuck like that in a week keeps me happy now. But God, do I ever wish I could oblige you.»

He lifted her easily off the chair and let her get her feet under her. The long, silken dress flowed down and hid her naked gash. The man sighed, obviously hating to lose sight of such a lovely territory all decked out in crinkly furred bush. He zipped himself up and went to the files, took one out and dumped it on his desk.

«There it is. I'm going out for coffee. When I get back I'll expect to find the file intact on my desk. And don't look at it,» he added, winking. He turned and left.

Velvet didn't waste a second opening the file and copying out the information she needed for her television report. This was a banner day for her.

Chapter 10

«More tomorrow evening on this major news-making story,» said Tony. Velvet smiled at him from off-camera. The story had been great. There was no doubt that dozens of people around City Hall were scurrying for cover, trying to protect their own asses now that the evidence against the city manager was in the open.

Velvet signed off and immediately threw her arms around Tony, kissing him on the lips.

«Great stuff, Velvet,» he said after they'd finished the kiss. «And the story wasn't bad either.»

She laughed delightedly. This was the type of thing she had hoped to do all through college. To go out and land the big stories, to make them ready for the public and crack down on the crooked politicians. And she was doing it on television!

«Let's go celebrate. I figure it'll take an hour or so for the ratings to come in on the show, but with the lead-ins we gave it during the soap operas this afternoon, we probably had a hell of a big audience.»

«They tuned in just to ogle you,» laughed Tony. «The men's tongues would be hanging out and the women would all hate and envy you at the same time. You're gorgeous!»

«Hold it, you two,» came Williamson's cold voice. They turned and saw the station manager standing in the doorway.

«What is it?»

«I didn't like the format at all. All wrong. I'm going to downgrade both of you for incompetence.»

«But you'll still have to pay us what Ben agreed on. We've got the contracts, remember.» Tony was feeling too good to let a shit-for- brains like Williamson bug him now.

The station manager's words chilled both Tony and Velvet.

«I read the fine print. If I think you're doing a sloppy job, that's grounds for firing. But I'm not going to do that. I'm just downgrading you both to scripters.»

«You mean you don't want us to do anything but write the copy that someone else's already put together?»

«Just pretty it up, keep the grammar close to conversational and that's all. And I don't have to pay you those inflated salaries this way, either. You're both on minimum wage again.»

«But . . .»

Velvet's protest fell on deaf ears. The man had gone off, chuckling to himself.

«Is he for real?» asked Tony, stunned. «Can he do that?»

«He's been with the station lawyer all afternoon,» said Velvet. «While we were out busting our butts to get this story, he's been plotting how to get rid of us. Yeah, I'll bet that everything he says is possible. Legal, even. You know contracts. They're for screwing the people who can't afford a high-priced lawyer.»

«We'll fight,» raged Tony. «We can go to the college and get someone out of the law clinic.»

«Those are students, Tony,» said Velvet. «Against an experienced lawyer they wouldn't have a chance. No, we've got to fight back in a different way. Not play Williamson's game. We've got to figure out a way of playing out this so we'll win.»

«Good luck. Come on, let's go and get drunk.»

«And screw?» she added, smiling.

«Not a bad idea, now that you mention it.»

«Go on, Tony, and I'll join you in a while. I've got an idea that just might keep us around for a while – in jobs we can stomach.»

«You're not going to let that sack of shit fuck you, are you?»

«No, that's over. He just uses people. His promises don't mean a damned thing. No, I've got another idea. Now you run along and I'll meet you in an hour or so.»

«Okay. But don't be much longer. I've got a lot of nervous tension to work off – and I'll bet you do, too.»

Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't want to tell him her pussy still had a warm feeling in it from the fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as pleasurable to get as that one, she would be a top reporter in nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.

Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing the right thing. Then she decided that things couldn't be worse. If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson would have both her and Tony chewed up and spat out before she knew it.