Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

«No, don't, please don't do this!» she pleaded. Even as the words escaped her lips, she knew she was lost. He was going to fuck her and there wasn't a thing in the world she could do about it.

Bent double as she was, Velvet found movement almost impossible. The cruel wood back cut into her stomach and the man's hands kept her legs pulled wide open. Her cunt was wantonly exposed to his prick. When she felt the blunted nosecone of his pecker nudging into her pussy lips, she sobbed convulsively and began to cry.

Salty tears tracked down her cheeks. This was too degrading for her. But she needed the job. Williamson could fire her in a split second if she didn't allow him to fuck her.

And then all thoughts of being fired left her mind. His prick pushed between the purple-tinged cunt lips and rested in the hot chamber of her pussy. The bulbous head of his cock throbbed with virile life. She gasped as he sank another inch into her cunt. The entire length of her satiny twat convulsed and tried to squeeze down powerfully on his cock.

«Fuck me!» she gasped out. «If you're going to do it, get it over with. I need it fucking me! Your cock, use your cock!»

His harsh laugh made her cry even more. Sobs earthquaked through her tender young body. She hated herself and Williamson and the whole world, but there was nothing she could do about it. The girl felt his prick sink into her pussy from behind. Another inch and another and another until the man's balls wetly slapped against her cunt lips.

«God, you are tight! Damned tight. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a card-carrying virgin. But you didn't have a cherry. God, and hot, too!»

She felt the entire length of the man's fuck pole quiver and dance in the tight berth of her pussy. Tensing and relaxing made her cunt drool even more. The thick fuck juices leaked out around the plug of his prick and ran down the insides of her thighs. The juices tickled and made her even hornier.

While the man's cock simply rested inside her, she could control her emotions. But when he began pulling out, she went berserk. The huge cock filled her pussy completely. A powerful vacuum formed inside her as he retreated. She thought he was going to pull her guts out along with the thick-knobbed head of his cock.

A lewd sucking noise echoed through the room as his cock left her clinging cunt. And then he rammed back into her. In the bent double position, his prick traced through a path inside her belly that stimulated the woman more than she'd thought possible. His cock stroked and rubbed and warmed with its fucking friction. Nerves deeply hidden in her cunt sang with joy at the feel of a cock.

«More, more!» she begged. «Fuck me faster. Burn me up with that prick of yours! I need it so baaad!»

«I thought you did, bitch,» laughed the man. His hands clamped onto her buttocks for balance as he powerfully stroked in and out of her cunt.

She felt those fingers leaving red welts behind but this only turned her on more. The blood rushed into her ass and warmed her entire crotch. The feel of his hairy legs rubbing into the softness of her bottom made her even hornier, even more needy of his virile, throbbingly alive cock.

He fucked faster and faster, burning her up inside with the friction of his fucking. The huge shaft drilled deeply into her guts, paused for a moment, then slowly retreated. It was the withdrawal that turned Velvet into an animal in rut. The feel of his cock racing up her cunt was great; the sensations generated in her trim body when it pulled back drove her insane with lust.

As long as he held her over the chair back, she couldn't move in the ways that would give her the best possible response. But it hardly mattered. Her cunt walls trembled at the touch of his well-greased cock. The way her pussy was slobbering out its thick juices, he could have been ramming a chair leg up her pussy. But it wasn't anything as cold and inanimate as that repeatedly entering her.

She felt tiny tremors mounting inside her. When the man's prick began to swell, she almost came. And then Williamson's hips went crazy with need. He fucked harder and faster and deeper. She felt the legs of the chair rocking up off the floor with every thrust into her cunt. The back of the wood chair cut into her body but she didn't even notice the slight discomfort now.

She was impaled on his cock and loving every hard-fucking inch of it. He slammed forward, ground his crotch into her rump and slowly pulled out, using a controlled corkscrewing motion.

It took only a few more thrusts before all control fled. She felt his cock grow larger and larger until it threatened to rip her apart with its huge girth. His strokes grew uneven and ragged as he powerfully surged in and out of her clinging, hot pussy.

When his prick exploded and whitewashed the walls of her cunt, she was lost in the wonderland of orgasm. She soared as the spurts of his come filled her pussy. Even after she had gasped and relaxed in post- orgasmic relief, she felt his cock moving inside her.

It didn't take much longer before his once steel-hard erection melted in the clutches of her twat. His prick slipped limp and dead from her body amid a flow of fuck oils and his own come.

«Baby, that was super,» Williamson said. «That Carlton can really pick 'em. Just you keep your mouth shut – and your legs open for me and you'll go far around here. You catch my drift?»

She did. Velvet said nothing as she pulled down her skirt and wiped some of the sweat off her forehead. She didn't even bother putting on her ripped panties. The sight of her climbing back into the ripped garment would only give Williamson a cheap thrill. What mattered the most to her was getting out of here and forgetting all about it.

Chapter 3

«I'm so goddamn sick and tired of it all, I don't know if I can keep going,» said Velvet in disgust. She lounged back in the metal chair, her long legs resting over the edge of the coffee-stained table. She sipped at the bitter coffee and wished for more sugar. She wished for more everything.

«I know what you mean,» said Tony Sims. He shook his head. «I'm good and they won't give me anything important. Why'd we spend all that time in college?»

«Beats me,» she said. Her mind turned over all that had occurred. Ben hadn't forced sex on her. That had just happened – and she had enjoyed it a lot. Ben was a man, a real man, and had problems she didn't mind letting him work out on her.

But Walt Williamson was something else.

Just thinking about him gave her the shivers. He was a detestable toad, a real son of a bitch who preyed on her. Velvet didn't know if she should have kicked him in the balls or not. She needed this job. He could fire her in an instant if she didn't put out for him, but she felt unclean using sex as a means of hanging on to her job.

It was like Tony had said. They had both put in four years at good colleges and didn't seem to be any better off for all the sacrifice. She had worked and scrimped and saved and worked even harder to get her degree. Her parents hadn't been any help at all. If anything, they had been a hindrance, always telling her to find a man and get married and let him support her the rest of her life.

That rankled then and it still did. Velvet would show them – and herself – she could survive and prosper in the world. But people like Williamson made it damned hard.

«I suppose you've really got it worse than I do,» said Tony.

She looked at the young man, surprised. She'd hardly expected such a statement from him.

«What do you mean?»

«I mean I don't have to bend over and let Williamson stuff his filthy dick all the way up my ass. I should be happy he's not as queer as a football bat or he'd be doing to me what he's doing to you. I think it's a gaddamn crime. Hell, it is a crime.»