Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

Fucking Ben would be good because it was something they both wanted with all their hearts and souls. Fucking with Williamson didn't even give her the emotional release of masturbation. If anything, fingering her own clit got her off better than letting him plunge his filthy cock all the way up her pussy.

Still, Velvet knew the way those things worked. If she wanted the job, she had to put out. But with Ben, she could be herself. She meant it when she told him it didn't matter if he gave her the reporting assignment. She wasn't using sex as a weapon to get what she wanted. She just wanted his cock filling her tight little pussy to overflowing.

That was good enough for her.

He broke the heavy kiss and gasped out. «Shit, you're a hot one. And I can barely wait to get it in you!»

«Don't talk,» she said, whispering hotly in his ear. «Do it! Show me exactly what you want to do!»

She crushed her lips to his again, this time parting them slightly. The dark-haired woman felt his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She resisted. Her tongue pressed into the tip of his, dueling with it. But the pressure forced her back.

Soon they were frolicking and dancing around, their tongues massaging and stroking against one another until they were covered with sweat and gasping heavily for air.

Velvet broke off the passionate kiss this time. Her face was hot and flushed and she felt the way her heart hammered beneath her breast. The mounds of titflesh had swelled and quivered with her lust now. She had to have more. Her pink bikini panties were drenched with her cunt oils and she realized she couldn't take much more of this without getting off.

The woman wanted her orgasm to come when the man's prick jabbed hard and deep into her cunt, not an instant before.

«Wet,» he said, his hand running between her thighs. She tensed her muscles and pressed her legs tightly together. The feel of his hand working along the length of her sex gash sent tremors throughout her body. This was nice; it would be better soon.

«For you, Ben darling,» she said. Her hands stroked through the man's hair as she straddled his waist. This wasn't the most comfortable position since it spread her legs almost painfully wide. Also, her damned panties were still between his prick and her needy, dripping pussy.

His hands worked down the naked woman's flanks, tracing out each and every rib, then moving up under her boobs. He took one jug in each hand, then squeezed. Velvet thought she was going to lose her mind as the carnal sensations wracked her body. The feel of his fingers against her soft, creamy titflesh made her think he had dipped his hands in acid.

But he'd done nothing of the sort. She was just so powerfully turned on, every single touch was magnified a dozen times. In spite of herself, she felt her hips thrusting and moving back and forth on the man's lap. His prick was still hidden behind his fly. She had to change that. But her hands trembled so much, she moved instead to the easier task of getting Ben's shirt off. She ended up stripping it apart, sending buttons flying like tiny tops to all parts of the room. It was crude but it worked.

«Move over a little,» he urged. His hands worked across her waist and lifted her so that she was straddling only one of his legs. The impact of his upper thigh against her crotch was almost more than she could stand. Velvet began moving to and fro, trying to imitate a good fucking rhythm, as she ground her pussy down powerfully into his leg. She left behind a long wet spot, but neither noticed.

Ben quickly freed his cock and Velvet immediately felt that hot, hard shaft of cockflesh pressing into her thigh. Reaching down, she grabbed it just under the purpled head. Never had a cock felt nicer to her. She couldn't wait to get it inside her where it would do her even more good.

«Those panties have got to go,» said Ben. The sweat poured from his face as he bent forward and kissed at her jiggling knockers. His tongue reached out and played with one of her turgid nipples. A lightning bolt of delight lanced into her chest. She leaned back under that oral assault and would have fallen if he hadn't caught her.

His teasing, tormenting mouth went lower. She felt the coolness where his saliva evaporated from her superheated flesh. When his lips reached the top of her furred pussy mound, she gasped. His teeth cut into her most sensitive areas. His chin banged hard against her hidden cunt lips. And his teeth finally secured a grip on the top of her panties.

He pushed her to her feet, then tossed his head. With a single yank, he managed to get her panties pulled down over the ripe, lush curves of her buttocks. He tossed his head again and got the flimsy fabric down over her thighs. Gravity did the work from then on. The panties dropped around her ankles and Velvet kicked free of the unwanted garment.

«It's yours, Ben. Go on, tongue-fuck my pussy!»

She wantonly spread her legs as wide as she could, her ass resting on the edge of his desk. Her crotch was at the same level as his face. The fragrant odor of an aroused cunt came to the man, making his mouth water even more. But this wasn't what he had in mind.

Standing, he moved into the vee of her legs. The head of his cock prodded into her trembling cunt lips. She sobbed and sagged down so that the head of his prick entered her.

«Fuck me. Ohhh, Ben darling, this is even better. Do it to me! I need you all the way up my poor little cunny!»

«It's little,» he gasped out, «but it's not poor. It's the best goddamn cunt I ever felt. I'm not even all the way in and already you're trying to mash me flat!»

He thrust upward and sank a full six inches into her cunt. The shock of entry made both of them stiffen. Her pussy walls collapsed powerfully around his hidden length, squeezing and caressing, lubricating and sweetly torturing him.

The man's arms circled Velvet's trim waist, then grabbed at her curvy asscheeks. The feel of that warm flesh against the palms of his hands turned him on more than he'd thought. He could drop down on top of her and fuck her in the time-honored missionary position, but he knew it would rob him of the sight of her tits bouncing and jiggling. He loved the feel of the hard points of her nipples trying to poke into his chest so much he refused to give it up.

Using his grip on her ass, he whirled her around and fell onto his back on the desktop. He pulled Velvet along with him, his prick never leaving the blue-black nest of her pussy. She quickly positioned herself over his waist, her legs on either side of his body.

«Go on, Velvet, fuck yourself. You set the speed and tempo and I'll do the rest.»

«Just stay hard inside me, Ben. God, you fill me up like no other man ever has.»

And she meant every word of it. The swollen cock in the tight berth of her cunt throbbed with a virile life that turned her into a sex-crazed maniac. She had to sample all that prick had to offer and she had to do it right away.

Rising up slowly, she felt the lovely agony of his dick leaving her belly. The vacuum wasn't too bad but the hollow feeling as his cock slipped free bothered her the most. When only the knobbed end of his fuck stick remained in the erotically kissing embrace of her labia, she wiggled her hips from side to side and prepared for her next move.

It was simple. The woman relaxed and let gravity do the work for her. She rocketed down, taking his pole into her slackened cunt with ease. The friction of the passage warmed her up just a little more and made her all the more eager to repeat the process.

Rising again, dropping heavily, she started the up and down fucking and kept it going until she was almost at the point of coming. His hands moved restlessly over her ass, kneading the soft flesh and trying to reform it into new and wondrously erotic creations. Whenever he released the half-moons, they resiliently snapped back into their original delightful shapes.