Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

As the fiery winds of orgasm died in her body, she applied all her skills to really sucking on the cock pulsating against her velvety lips. She clamped down and sucked for a few seconds, then moved her head rapidly on his shaft until she felt it convulsively jerk and dance. The huge cock swelled and filled her entire mouth. The girl used her tongue against the tiny hole at the end of his fuck stick, trying to drive all the way down it. This wasn't possible but it aroused both of them still more.

The man gasped and then shoved powerfully with his hips. Velvet took that thrust and sucked as hard as she could. The hot rush of his manseed filled her mouth. She sucked harder, licking and lapping at the jism as it spurted from the end of his cock.

When he finally went limp, she sagged back to the desk, her legs dangling over the edges. The cool breeze from the air conditioner across her wet pussy made her shiver, but the warm, contented feeling inside was worth the momentary discomfort.

Ben got off the desk and tossed her panties to her, saying, «Here, you dropped these, Ms. Larkin.»

She smiled and licked some of the gooey come off her lips, then pulled her panties on and smoothed out the wrinkles in her thin dress.

«That was good, Ben!»

«I know,» he answered tiredly. «Too good. I don't want to get involved in any office affairs. I've got problems enough at home.»

«I've heard,» the dark-haired beauty said, still trying to calm her racing heart. Finally, breathing returned to normal, she asked, «Can I get something better than weather to do around here?»

«Soon,» he promised. «Not yet. But soon!»

His smile convinced her that he was telling her the truth. She left, happier than she had been since getting the job.

Velvet felt the hair on the back of her neck begin to rise. She shivered even though the hallway wasn't cold and she still felt the warmth of Ben's tongue in her pussy. She turned and looked around, and shivered again, this time knowing the reason.

Walt Williamson, the station manager, stared at her. She was pretty and knew it. She had gotten used to men gazing openly at her while she was in college. If anything, it had pleased her, and Velvet had gotten into the habit of smiling back.

But with this man it was different. His face remained totally impassive except for a shit-eating grin that curled at the corners of his lips. His greasy blonde hair annoyed her and the way he continually stared at her made her feel like a bug under a microscope in some laboratory.

«Yes, Mr. Williamson?» she asked.

«Come into my office, Ms. Larkin. I want to speak with you for a few minutes.»

«About what? I'm late and have to get home. I . . .»

«I said get into my office,» he snapped. Then he softened it with his grin, which made Velvet's smooth skin turn lumpy with goosebumps. She hated everything about this man. His oily voice gave her the creeps and if he ever tried to touch her she was sure she would scream. She'd rather kiss a frog than have him shake hands with her.

She went into the man's office and immediately noted how different this was from Ben's. This room had wall to wall carpeting instead of bare concrete floor. The desk was huge, a veritable acre of wood littered with papers. About the only similarity between the program director's office and this one was the straight-backed wood chair in front of the desk.

Williamson motioned for her to sit. Velvet did so, self-consciously aware that he was studying her every move. She felt he wanted to drop to his knees and peer up under her skirt like some twelve-year-old kid discovering the fun of sex for the first time.

«What is it, Mr. Williamson? I told you I have an appointment and I'm late right now.»

«Indeed,» he said, perching on the edge of his desk. His eyes drank in her beauty, stopping at the flare of her tits. She wanted to pull up the plunging neckline of her blouse but knew that would only draw attention to her tits and her nervousness in front of the man.

«Please get on with it,» she said.

«Like you and Ben got it on a while back?» He smiled lewdly at her shocked expression. «There isn't much I don't know about around here, Ms. Larkin – Velvet. I like that name. Velvet. Sort of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?»

The way he said it sent shivers up and down Velvet's spine. She was sure now that he had seen what she and Ben had been doing. The mutual oral sex had been a release for both of them. Whatever Ben's domestic problems were, they obviously caused him a considerable amount of tension. Her own tensions were sexual, too, having to put up with the raunchy comments made by the two cameramen.

She and Ben had hit it off together. In an odd way, they had needed each other at that instant. But Velvet knew she didn't need what Williamson was going to propose to her.

«You're beautiful. I'll hand it to Ben, he can pick the lovely ladies for the slots around here. He always had a good eye for that. Might be the reason Janet's got a hair up her ass.»

«Mr. Carlton's domestic affairs aren't any of my business. Nor of yours, Mr. Williamson.»

«But his professional affairs are your business. And mine,» he said, his grin widening. «And I just want a piece of the pie. The fur pie, in this case.»

«Don't be disgusting.» She started to get up but a strong hand shoved her back down into the chair. She felt the grip slacken and lightly move to cup her tit. He squeezed gently, almost lovingly, but the contact was enough to make her cringe away.

«You'll be out on your sweet lilywhite ass if I say so. How bad do you want this job?» His hand tightened on her boob again. In spite of herself, Velvet felt her emotions churning as she responded to his grip. The rubbery nipple tensed and pulsed with the pounding blood from her heart. She gasped and wished she were somewhere else. Anywhere. It didn't matter.

She knew what he said was true. He could fire her. He ran the station and just let Ben hire the on-air personnel. But she needed this job as badly as anyone could. She had borrowed to finish school. Those loans were coming due. And she felt more than a simple need to repay the money she'd gotten. Her parents hadn't thought she could finish school; they had wanted to marry her off during her freshman year.

She had to prove to them – and herself – that all the pain and expense of going through college to get her degree was going to be useful. She had to succeed. Getting fired from her first job less than a month after landing it wouldn't do. It would destroy her own self-esteem and let her parents cluck their tongues, telling her, «We told you so.»

«Your hand, Mr. Williamson. Please.»

He tightened the grip as he stroked over the silk-encased mound of titflesh. He smiled and moved that hand to her neckline, then ran it down between her tits into the naked canyon. She gasped when his fingers wormed forward and clamped down hard on one of her nipples. The neckline of her dress was ripping out but she couldn't say anything. If she did, he would fire her on the spot.

«You're getting the idea,» he said mockingly. «I tell you what to do. I call all the shots around here, not Ben Carlton. You and him have got this thing going. Well, I want my fair share. What the two of you do whenever I don't have a claim on your time's your business.»

His hands moved from between her tits and stroked along her ribs. She closed her eyes and wondered if what was going to happen was worth it. Velvet knew she could make one hell of a fine reporter – or more – at this station. To prove it, she had to keep her job as weatherperson. And to keep that job, she was going to have to put up with a lot of abuse from swine like Williamson.

«You're too tensed up to enjoy this,» he complained. «Loosen up. Enjoy. This is going to be fun. A hell of a lot of fun. More'n with that cocksucker Carlton!»