Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

Velvet knocked on Mr. Power's door, hardly expecting him to be in at this time of the evening. She had never seen the man. Few of the «hired help» around the station had. Rumors had it he only spoke with God – and then only if God had made an appointment.

«Come in,» came a querulous voice. Velvet took a deep breath and went in, not knowing what to expect. The man behind the desk wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties, perhaps, starting to go bald and not caring about it.

Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told her this wasn't a man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and fighting and yet there was something about him that attracted her greatly.

«I'm Velvet Larkin,» she started. He cut her off.

«I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?»

«So I'm not the sexpot on the evening news any more. The station manager demoted both Tony Sims and me to copywriters.»

«So?»

«So it's not fair.» She saw this had no effect at all on the man. And then she knew what would. «It's losing your audience ratings. We've had two of the top stories of the year. Ones we ferreted out on our own. We're young, attractive and we can build up the audience. That gets you reporters. You had a lush anchoring the news. We can do better – if we have the chance.»

«Why'd Williamson bounce you?»

«Personal reasons. He'd been fucking me, blackmailing me into it. He said he'd fire me from the weather position if I didn't put out. When Ben Carlton promoted me up and I delivered, he made me co-anchor. Williamson fired Ben and now he's trying to get rid of me.»

«He fired Ben?» Powers wrinkled his forehead, deep in thought. «I hadn't heard that. A mistake. So what do you want me to do?»

«You own the station. All the real power comes from here. Do something or you're going to lose every sponsor you've got on the news.»

«Not likely, but gaining more would be nice. Making money is always nice. But what are you willing to do to make me overrule Williamson? Would you let me fuck you?»

«No,» said Velvet. «I've been that route and it is degrading. Better to be out sitting on the curb than to put out for someone simply to keep a job.»

«Did you fuck Ben?»

«Yes,» she said without hesitation. «We were attracted to each other. We still are. He's back with his wife and we all get along fine. But that's personal and none of your business.»

Powers laughed. «I can't remember when anyone had the balls to tell me something wasn't my business. And I like you being honest. Hate it when people sneak around lying their fool heads off.» He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and stretching like a lithe, trim cat. «Tell me, am I attractive to you?»

«Yes!»

«You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You realize that I'd be stupid in a business sense to ever go to bed with you.»

«Business and pleasure don't mix, is that it?»

«That's it. Look, Ms. Larkin, I'll look into all this and get back to you. Why don't you just run along and let me get to work.»

Velvet started to speak but the man's attention had returned to a stack of papers in front of him. Without another word, she turned and left. Finding Tony in the bar was the only thing left for her in the world.

She and Tony spoke of all sorts of things but she kept coming back to the discussion with Mr. Powers. «I just wouldn't put out for him. And he seemed to accept that,» she said. «I've had it being forced into fucking just to keep my job. Never again.»

«That's the burden you have to bear for being so heartachingly beautiful,» said Tony. «Look at me. My hand's shaking just thinking about you. What you do to a man should be illegal.»

Her hand crept under the table and up the man's leg. She found his crotch and the bulge growing there and started massaging it. His cock lurched and rumbled in lust by the time she had worked herself up enough to say, «Let's go somewhere and get it on. I need it after today.»

«God, I can't wait. Into the men's john. We'll fuck there!»

The idea struck her as so kinky she didn't even try to argue. Her pussy was churning now, turning her crotch sopping wet with the cunt sauce leaking from her insides. They got up and went back to the men's restroom. A furtive glance to see if anyone noticed and then they were inside.

Tony latched the door and immediately kissed her, his hands trying to stroke over every single square inch of her flesh all at once.

«God, Tony, I'm hot. I'm burning up inside wanting you. Finger-fuck me and then really fuck me with your cock. Oh, ummmm, yeah, that's what I need!»

His hands had lifted her skirt up around her waist. Pulling down her panties had taken just an instant. She kicked free of them and widened her stance so that he could get either finger or cock into her seething hot fuck channel.

His finger reamed her out. By the time his hand was drenched in her oily juices, she was ready for anything.

And so was Tony.

«I'm not going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours,» he told her. «I've got a better idea?»

«Huh?» She was so lost in the wonderland of sensation coursing through her that she hardly understood what he was saying. He spun her around so fast she lost her balance.

She reached out and grabbed the edge of the wash basin, bent into an L- shape, her ass jutting backwards. As the man's hands spread her asscheeks and she felt his hot, thick cylinder of lust plunging into that deep canyon, she knew what he was going to do.

«No , Tony, don't fuck me up the asshole! I . . . I've never had a man up there before. It . . . ummm, ohhhh!»

He didn't ram all the way up into her rectum. The glans of his prong edged into the anus and banged away gently, trying to open it up before surging all the way up her back. Even with this gentle approach, she felt some pain. But the way he had greased his prick with her own thick lubricants allowed him to inch into her tightest passage.

She felt her anal sphincter muscle slowly expanding. Then it gave up the battle altogether. He sank a couple more inches into her bowels. She shrieked and moaned, sweat pouring off her body. But there wasn't any pain now. It had been replaced by a stark, raw animal lust that she'd never experienced before. The feel of his cock resting against the walls of her shit chute made her feel lusty, strong, totally feminine and wanton at the same time.

«Fuck me good,» she begged now. «Ram it in. I can take it. Really I can!»

His hands gripped her around the waist. He pulled her backwards slightly as his hips levered forward. Inch after tantalizing inch of his prick sank into her hot, clinging asshole. When she felt his balls wetly swinging against her cunt lips, she knew he was buried to the hilt up her rear.

The way his cock danced and throbbed inside her asshole made her think millions of fire-ants had invaded her body and nipped at her most delicate flesh. But it wasn't painful. It aroused her more and more. She clutched fiercely at the porcelain wash basin for support.

«Fuck me now. Don't just let it rest there. Tear me up with that fuck stick of yours!»

The entry had given her a little pain. As the man retreated from the hot, tight berth, Velvet thought she would go out of her skull. The vacuum formed in her guts threatened to pull her inside out. A lewd sucking noise sounded as the head of his cock left her ring of clinging anal muscle.

He didn't hesitate. He rammed back into her, faster than the first insertion. And he rotated his hips slightly to give her a corkscrewing motion. She felt her rectal walls try to hang on to that twisting, turning prick. He stirred her up inside more and more, then pulled out again.