Roger Hurtwell - Her Driving Desires

His hands stroked over the cool half-moons of her asscheeks. He reached down and pulled at the doughy mounds, trying to get a better shot at her asshole. This caused her rectum to shrink in size around his cock.

They both gasped as he pushed her asscheeks apart. She felt every single tremble of his pillar now. The broad arrowhead-shaped glans spread even wider, pressing into her tight tunnel. The big blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed with feverish need.

«Can't hang on. Damn, never fucked a chick like this before. Too damned exciting. Taking too much out of me.»

«Give me the sexiest enema ever!» she moaned out. «Come up my ass. Give me one hell of a fuck and then come up my asshole!»

She jammed her hips backwards into the curve of his body. They fit together perfectly, like pieces out of a picture puzzle. He pulled back and then stuffed himself back into her rectum with all the speed and desire locked up in his loins.

Before either of them realized what was happening, they were fucking fast and furious. He greeked her with long, demanding strokes. Every single thrust up her back produced enough carnal friction to make them both gasp and want more, lots more.

Velvet bent even further forward, her head lower than her hands now. This tightened up her asshole around his column of cock better than anything else she'd done.

«Bugger me. Give me every goddamn inch of that sweet prick of yours.»

«Oh, damn, damn,» he grunted. His balls had tensed up and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He wanted to make this last all day long but he didn't have the control for it.

She felt his cock swelling even more in her tight ass. When his fucking rhythm turned jerky, she knew it would only be seconds before he came. And she was right.

The first hot squirt of jism into her bowels left her quivering and ready for more. The second robbed her of her strength. As the third gout spewed into her sucking asshole, she came.

Their bodies wetly smashed together, grinding and turning, getting his prick as deep up her asshole as possible. And all too soon for both of them, his cock deflated and dribbled from her butt.

She dropped to her knees, putting her sweating forehead against the coolness of the wash basin. «That was great, Tony. I never thought it would be so good.»

«I've never cornholed a chick before,» he said, still stunned from the intensity of his feeling. «But damn if I didn't love it!»

They were interrupted by someone hammering on the washroom door demanding to get in. Velvet smiled, motioned Tony to silence and then unlatched the door. The look on the incoming man's face changed from anger to confusion to outright panic.

Chapter 11

«He won't do anything,» said Tony glumly. «But it was still a good try, Velvet. I think the boss man should know what Williamson is doing to us and to the station.»

She nodded. Watching the evening news with a new anchorman had been dismal for her. The man was okay, but she knew that she and Tony were better, lots better. But Williamson had chosen this man and that made it official. They were to write the news gathered by others and then let this guy read what they'd written on the air.

Velvet had been aced out of both the jobs she wanted most. And she knew the next time Williamson came to her wanting to fuck, she would lose her job as writer. Not that it mattered so much. She had more confidence in her own abilities now. Finding another job would be hard, but hadn't she and Tony landed two of the top news stories of the year? Getting another job would be a snap in comparison to that.

«Well,» the dark-haired woman said, «at least the new anchorman got the best written stuff he'll ever see. We did it, after all.»

Tony laughed, then stifled it as Williamson walked into their tiny cubicle.

«Both of you, up. We're going to see Mr. Powers for a high-level conference.»

«So?» Velvet asked. She followed Williamson out and to the office where she'd just been last night. This time there wasn't any fear in the woman. No matter what happened, she could handle it. The worst had already passed and she was in control.

The stern Mr. Powers sat behind his desk, exactly the same as she'd seen him the night before.

«Hello, Velvet. Mr. Sims. Have a seat.»

Velvet frowned a little at the greeting. Something wasn't quite right. By the time she and Tony had sat down, it occurred to her. Mr. Powers had called her by her first name. That was totally out of character for the man. And he had called Tony «Mr. Sims.» That was more formal and more as she'd imagined.

One further thing. While she and Tony were seated, Williamson remained standing.

«Mr. Williamson, who is the program director for this station?»

«Well, uh, we don't have one right now, Mr. Powers.»

«That's because you fired Ben Carlton.»

«Right, Mr. Powers. He, uh, he wasn't doing his job.»

«No, he did his job well. I hired him quite a few years ago and have nothing but praise for him. With one small exception.»

«What's that?» asked Williamson suspiciously.

«He kept that lush Elliot on the evening news too long. But he did that out of a false sense of charity since Elliot was a friend of yours. A drinking buddy, in fact.»

«I fired him because he was fucking her! Williamson saw the way the conversation was heading and knew he had to take the heat off. He accused Velvet and pointed a finger at her. «She and Ben Carlton were fucking while they should have been working.»

«Is that any different from what you do, Mr. Williamson?» Before the station manager could protest, the lights in the room dimmed and a movie flickered into existence, projected on the far wall. It showed graphic detail of Williamson fucking Velvet «An X-rated movie. I don't like spying on my people, Mr. Williamson, but I do check up on occasion. I rather enjoyed this one. But from what Velvet tells me, she didn't like it at all. You extorted her into fucking.»

«She's a goddamn liar! The bitch! She loved it! She . . .»

«Mr. Carlton,» called out Powers, drowning the station manager's complaints. «Is that so?»

Ben walked into the room and shook his head. «No, sir, it's not. She hated having to put out for him. She told me so. But he'd've fired her otherwise.»

«I think the case is most clear, Mr. Williamson. You have turned my highly efficient and well-run station into a shambles. Improvements in on-air personnel have been negated by your own selfish motives. I don't care if you fuck everything that moves around here, as long as it doesn't hurt the station.»

«Mr. Powers, let me explain.»

«I know the explanation, Mr. Williamson. And I'm not interested in any lies. You're fired.»

For a second, Williamson stood and stared, then he spun around and stalked off, slamming the door behind him.

«He's such a tedious person,» said Powers. «I'm glad to be rid of him. You've got the station manager's job, Ben. And don't fuck it up like he did.»

«Who do you want as program director, Mr. Powers?»

«Hmmm, a problem. But one with an easy solution, if you're up to it. Janet's worked around stations off and on for years. Do you think your wife could handle the job?»

«She'll give it a good try.»

«Can't ask for more. And get rid of that clown on the news. I want to see tits and ass on there again, no offense, Velvet. And you can leave Tony on, too. He might pull some of the women viewers. Now get out of here and let me run my station.»

The three of them left, ecstatic.

«I'm so nervous I can hardly believe it,» said Velvet. «I've been on the air dozens of times but this makes it seem like the very first time.»