Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

«Sex harassment is, yeah,» she said. But Velvet had become more interested in Tony. They'd exchanged a few words and little else since she'd come to the station. He wasn't what she'd call unbearably handsome but he was far from being ugly. Regular features, sandy hair and a pleasant smile made up the best part of the package.

«If you want to file against the bastard, I'll be a witness,» he said. «I don't mind getting fucked over figuratively but you shouldn't have to literally get fucked to keep a job.»

«I agree, but I don't mind. Not that much.»

«You're lying,» he said. The smile took any sting from the words. «I was never all that good with women and guessing what went on in their heads, but I know you hate putting out for him. Hell, what can I do but say I sympathize with you?»

«That's good enough,» Velvet said, reaching out and resting her slender hand on his arm. She was pleasantly surprised at the flow of muscle under his old shirt. He might not dress well but he kept himself in top-notch shape.

He smiled uncomfortably. «I told the truth about not being so good with women. You make me nervous.»

«A real bookworm, huh? Kept your nose buried all the time you were in school?»

«That about sums it up. But you don't have to take your hand away. I like it where it is.» He smiled winningly again and Velvet had to laugh. She wasn't sure if he was handing her a line or not. It didn't matter. She was coming to like Tony a lot.

«Companions in misery working for a son of a bitch,» she said. «But my hand gets so tired just hanging there. Let's see if this isn't more comfortable.»

She frightened herself with her boldness, but knew it was possibly the only way she could find out if Tony was lying to her about not being comfortable with women. She put her hand directly on the bulge in his crotch. The throbbing of virile life stirring there told her that there wasn't a thing wrong with his physical reactions to women.

He didn't quite blush but she saw how embarrassed he was. That made things just about perfect with her. He wasn't just trying to get into her pants. And that made her all the more eager for him to fuck her cross-eyed. He was honest and straightforward with her. He was the kind of guy she really got off on being with.

«Do you really mean that?» he asked, his voice low. Sweat was beading on his forehead. «You're so damned heartbreakingly beautiful. God, what I wouldn't give . . .» His voice trailed off and he licked his lips.

«You can have me for nothing. Or rather, you can have me out of friendship. Williamson fucks me and I don't have a say-so about it. But this time I do – and I want it. I want it bad, Tony! Please.»

«This is the first time a woman's ever begged me to fuck her,» he said in wonder. «So what am I hesitating for?»

«I'll still respect you afterwards,» said Velvet suddenly. The tension broke as they both laughed.

Tony's hand pressed hers down into his crotch then. His prick stiffened even more under the thick denim cover of his jeans. She started to run the zipper down the track but he stopped her and pointed to a back room. Velvet nodded, her blue-black hair cascading down into her eyes. Tony pushed it back as they silently rose and moved together into the deserted room.

Her hip rubbed into his and she felt her desires go wild. Her pussy began sluggishly flowing out its fuck juices to ready her for the swift, hard thrust of his manhood. She moaned lightly as he closed the door and then came up behind her.

His hands cupped her heavy, pendulous tits and crushed them to her chest. She sighed in pleasure as he buried his face in the thick nest of her hair and began kissing. She looked back over her shoulder and started nibbling at his ear. He moaned softly but his hands continued working seductively on her tits. She felt the thick buds of her nipples slowly filling with excited blood, throbbing and springing so erect that they hurt with the intensity of her lust.

«I need you, Tony! I need you in me! Fuck me now. Here. Take me and fuck me!»

He said nothing. His mouth continued kissing her hair and finally moved until he came to her ear. His tongue shot out as hard as a cock and drove into the tiny aural channel. She tensed with expectation. His hot breath sensitized the already tender earlobe. The wet, rough tongue circled around her shell-like ear, then teased at the earlobe until she was a quaking mass of desire.

«Fuck me now! I need you fucking my cunt! Rape me, Tony! Do it!»

Her hands fumbled at his crotch. Although she was working behind her back, she managed to get the zipper and run it down with a metallic hiss. Her hand suddenly filled with round, hot, hard prick. His cock bucked and danced in the circle of her fingers, assuring her that he wanted her as badly as she needed him.

«This! Shove it all the way into my pussy!»

«God, are you ever a horny bitch! What got you turned on so much?»

«You, Tony. You're so strong. I feel it. And it's not just physical strength. There's more to you than most men and I want to experience it all!»

He spun her around. She hastily changed her grip on his cock. Not wanting to let it go, yet having to for a split second, Velvet pulled it hard into her belly. The feel of that pillar of quivering manhood so close sent shivers up and down her spine. Energy flowed into her body and made her come totally alive.

«Take me, Tony! Hurry! I'm burning up inside! I can hardly believe you do this to me – but you do! I want you more than I've ever wanted any man.»

«I bet you say that to all the guys,» he said, smiling. But he didn't stop his downward movement with his mouth. He was already foraging through the deep-necked blouse and heading for the scrumptious white mounds of titflesh. His pink tongue darted out and left behind a saliva trail that cooled the woman's superheated flesh. She shivered in wonder at how hot she was.

Velvet hardly realized it was happening, but her skirt was being hiked upward. When the thick bunching of the fabric cut into her stomach she realized cool air was flowing between her legs and across her sopping wet cunt lips. Her panties were already soaked clear through with the thick juices leaking from her lusting interior.

A hand stroked along her agitated cunt lips and sent a bolt of carnal lightning ripping into her belly. Her legs turned rubbery and she sagged against Tony's strong body. This shoved one of her tits up and out of her blouse. His mouth pounced on the coppery-rimmed nipple. As he sucked it into his mouth and played with it, using his tongue, she almost came.

Her voice sounded distant, as if it belonged to someone else as she said, «Fuck me. My cunt's ready. Ohhh, so gooood! Your mouth's so damned good on my boobs. But fuck me. I've got to have that cock in me, fucking me, making me a complete woman!»

«Baby,» he breathed heavily, «you're as complete a woman as I've ever had. You're a dream come true. And I bet your pussy's tight as you are hot.»

«Yes, yes!» she sobbed out. Her entire body quivered now. The woman could no longer control herself. She felt her hips moving in a rolling motion, but there wasn't a prick inside her to give the needed stimulation. The hollow feeling mounted and threatened to drive her out of her mind.

The man sensed this. His hand stroked over her pantie-clad crotch and then forced her legs farther apart. She eagerly obeyed the silent command. The dark-haired beauty wanted nothing more than the cock she held so tightly in her hand to be transferred to her pussy. And would she ever hold it tight then!

But Tony didn't try slipping off her panties. For a moment, this confused her. Then she was lost in the wonderland of orgasm. He had moved his prick to a spot directly under her cunt hole, then fucked upward with a powerful stroke.