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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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I can only be ... "TheEditor".
Her Driving Desires
Chapter 1
"Look at those lips," one of the cameramen said, swinging the
camera around and centering it on Velvet's face. The woman looked
up and saw herself on the television monitor. She knew better
than to make any comment. She'd be on the air live any second
now.
Velvet shivered in disgust as the other camera-man zoomed in
on her and said, "I bet she gives the best head in town. With
sensuous lips like hers clamped around your prick, she could get
you off in nothing flat."
"Yeah," agreed the first man. "It makes me horny just
wondering how good she actually is. All these college chicks learn
to give dynamite blowjobs, at least that's what I've heard."
"Hey, Velvet," cried out the first. "Why not come over here
and start sucking on my cock? Just show me how good you are with
some mouth love. I bet you can't get me off in less than five
minutes."
"You son-of-a . . ."
The dark-haired woman's eyes widened slightly in surprise as
she saw the red light on the front of the camera blink on. They
wanted her to make a complete and total fool of herself on the
air. She swallowed hard and fought to get a smile onto her lips.
"Good evening," she said, choking back the flood of anger she
felt toward the two men. "I'm Velvet Larkin and this is how the
weather looks tonight."
She fought to keep her slender hand from shaking with
impotent rage. The men's comments had been just loud enough for
her to understand but not so loud that her microphone picked them
up. She doubted that even the director in the booth heard what
they were saying. The girl was no prude, but their suggestions
disgusted her thoroughly.
They hadn't liked her from the first day she'd come to work
at the station. They had a basic hatred of anyone who had gone to
college, and she had just graduated. But their dislike of her
went even deeper. They had both propositioned her crudely within
the first week and she had coldly informed them that she didn't
play around with her coworkers.
Larry, the bigger of the pair, had said, "Well, fuck you,
Miss High-and-Mighty!"
"Don't worry," she'd replied, grinning wickedly. "Fucking me
is the last thing you'll ever do."
That had made things really bad and Larry had gone out of his
way to be nasty. He had put itching powder on the seat of her
chair behind the big desk and then commented that all those
college coeds had hot pants and just lived to have a real man get
into them. She had put up with that; she had even put up with the
man exposing himself to her while she was delivering the weather
report for the Rocky Mountain West. She had just started on the
campgrounds, telling of imminent rain showers over Rocks and
Rattlesnakes Monument, when the man pulled out his prick and began
jerking off. She had stuttered a little at the sight of his huge
dork held in his meaty grip, but she had finished.
And it had almost finished her with the station.
But Velvet hung on grimly, vowing not to let those crude men
drive her away. That would be giving in to them and giving them
exactly what they wanted. If they couldn't fuck her, they would
be content with fucking her over.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the red light on the
camera winked off. The raven-haired beauty sighed and leaned
forward, her hands clenched in fists; she felt her tits rising and
falling heavily, threatening to spill out the low-scoop neck of
her blouse.
"Larry, don't ever do anything like that to me again. You
slimy bastard, I'll cut your balls off - if I can find them - and
stuff them down your throat if you do."
"What'd I do?" he said innocently. "Did I do anything?" he
asked, turning to his friend. "Christ, she must be having her
period or something. But then all these college kids are touchy.
Aren't you, kid?"
"I'm not a kid," she said coldly, trying to contain her
anger. She knew it would do no good to get mad at Larry. He
would only turn her anger against her. "And you may call me Ms.
Larkin from now on out. I deserve some respect around here."
"Well, sorry, Mizz Larkin," he said sarcastically. "Let's go
get a beer, Ted, and let the bitch cool off. She'll learn the
ropes one of these days. But it'll be long after we've died from
old age."
Velvet closed her vivid blue eyes and felt rivers of sweat
running down her face. She didn't know if it was from the hot
lights or the strain of holding back her fiery temper. She hated
being in a position where she couldn't lash out and say what she
felt but it wouldn't do her any good now. She'd be fired. Those
two were thicker than thieves with the station manager.
But not with Ben Carlton. Ben had hired her and had some
small control over the others. After all, he was the program
director, deciding what went on the air and what didn't. She
pushed her papers into a neat stack and swung off for the man's
office, wanting to get this matter of harassment on the job
settled once and for all.
Ben looked up from a thick book as Velvet stormed into his
office. He smiled slightly, his eyes working over her lush young
body. He didn't have to be a clairvoyant to know what was on her
mind.
"Sit down, Velvet, and tell me all about it," he said before
she could even open her mouth. This took some of the wind out of
her sails and she sank down onto the only wooden chair in the
office.
She crossed her legs, the thin fabric of her silken dress
clinging slightly to her thighs, but providing a tantalizing flash
of smoky nylon all the way up to her slender thighs. The man
sighed at the sight. He felt his prick thickening. Just the
sight of the woman was enough to get him turned on. He fought
down the impulse to leap across the table, force apart her legs,
and drive his cock all the way up into her pussy.
He was successful in fighting down the action, but the
thought remained to torment him. The sight of her tits impudently
bulging up and almost spilling out in white mounds from her blouse
made him acutely aware of what was happening in his crotch - and
the way her nipples had sprung up, hard little buttons that
throbbed and pulsed visibly.
Velvet didn't wear a bra and didn't need one. Her tits were
ample, more than a mouthful, but firm.
"You know?" she demanded.
"About Larry and Ted? Sure, they do this to all the women.
With you it's worse because you're so pretty."
"I hope I wasn't hired because of my looks."
She recrossed her legs and Ben, almost shot his wad. The
sight of those legs moving in a scissoring action was almost more
than he could take. Things hadn't been too good at home lately and
he needed his ashes hauled - bad.
"I'd be lying like a rug if I told you that wasn't partly why
you got the job as weathergirl. Weatherperson," he corrected
himself as he saw her swelling with indignation. "You're goddamn
attractive, but you're qualified for the job, too. Overqualified.
You have your degree in journalism but you've got to put in your
time before you move up around here."
Her electric blue eyes boldly stared back at him. "I want a
chance to prove I can handle anything that comes my way."
"Try handling Larry and Ted, then."
"Them?" she said in disgust. "Do you know what they've been
saying to me?"
"What?" The things that the cameramen might have been saying
to her were probably the very things going through Ben's mind. He
tried to control himself, but the beautiful woman moved in such a
fashion as to make that impossible.
She leaned forward, threatening to let her boobs come
bursting out of the thin silk blouse at any second. He saw the
smooth, creamy white flesh and longed to suck on it, to kiss and
caress it, to take the hard bud of her nipple into his mouth and
show her what he could do. His cock stiffened as he thought of
all that.
Velvet breathed a little faster, too. She liked Ben, liked
the way the young man looked, moved and acted. The woman knew she
turned him on and she also liked the way he tried to hide it.
"Larry pulled his dork out and began jerking off one day.
And tonight they were making bets as to how long I could suck on
their pricks before they'd come. It's disgusting!"
Even as she talked, she felt her crotch beginning to turn
liquid. It wasn't disgusting - except with those two. With
someone else - someone of her own choosing - it would be great.
She felt the telltale itching and hollowness deep in her pussy.
Pressing her legs tightly together did nothing to relieve the
aching need she felt. Her tits bobbed up and down faster as her
breathing became more strained. She felt her nipples hardening
into red, accusing fingers straining against the front of her
blouse.
"You like the idea, don't you?" asked Ben, his gaze meeting
her blue eyes directly.
She shook her head in agreement, knowing what was going to
happen. She hadn't intended to come in here and spill her guts to
Ben and get them both turned on to the point where they did
something more than was called for in a professional relationship.
But it had happened that way.
He stood and walked around the desk. The sight of the huge
bulge at his crotch made her eyes widen in delight. She brushed
back a blue-black strand of lustrous hair and moved closer. Her
trembling fingers worked down the zipper. His prick leaped out, as
eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.
"Go on," he said. "Suck on my cock."
He gasped as she applied her lips to the very end of that
plum-tipped fuck stick. Hungrily, she went down on his shaft,
sucking in the entire length until the rubbery tip of his glans
bounced off the roof of her mouth. With a convulsive gulp, she
took his entire cock into her throat.
"Shit, I never felt anything like that!" he cried out. His
hands restlessly stroked her long hair, guiding her head as it
made small jerking motions around his cock.
He felt her swallowing, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down
against the most sensitive portion of his cock. The man's balls
tightened and he fought down the urge to spill his seed right
away. He wasn't any school kid getting his first blow-job. But
seldom had he felt this aroused when a woman's lips curled around
the end of his prick.
She pulled back, her tongue stroking and tormenting the
entire length of his cock. She made a lewd sucking noise as her
lips slid free of his prick. Her tongue flicked out pink and
agile to tease the tiny hole at the end of his manhood. The entire
pillar of manmeat shivered in response to her teasing tongue.
That oral organ played with him and made him sigh in pleasure.
He half-sat on the edge of his desk and pulled her up. Their
eyes locked and he said, "Let's both get off on this!"
"You taste good," she said. "I'm doing just fine."
"Both of us," he insisted. He pulled her onto his desk so
that she lay on her back. Quick, knowing fingers lifted her skirt
around her waist and exposed her pantie-clad snatch. She lifted
her ass off the desktop so that he could get the unwanted garment
free. He gasped in delight and desire when he saw her crinkly
furred pussy. The tight black ringlets of fleecy pubic hair
rimmed the trembling pink cunt lips.
He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his face between
those soft thighs and buried his face in the fragrant nest of her
crotch. His tongue leaped out and drove mercilessly into her
juicy twat. He tasted the salty, tangy woman-wine pouring from
her excited depths. Like a man dying of thirst, he greedily
sucked up as much of the heady juice as he could.
She gasped and lifted her ass off the desktop again. This
time she drove her snatch directly into his face. She ground her
hips around and around so that his tongue stirred deep in her
pussy. He began tongue-fucking her cunt, feeling his rough, pink
oral digit slipping over the slick inner walls.
"Oh, Ben darling, Ben!" she cried out. "I need more! Give
me more. Really tongue-fuck my pussy! And give me your cock! I
need it, too."
She reached over and gripped the throbbing stem of his prick
and pulled it toward her face. She could hardly get the musky pole
between her lips. He finally relented and crawled up onto the
desk, his knees on either side of her head. In this position, she
was able to pull his cock down and suck on it the way she wanted -
needed.
And his mouth kept giving her all the divine feelings she
could stand. The girl shuddered in bliss as she felt him reaming
out her pussy. He stroked up and down her fuck tunnel with his
tongue and finally slipped free. She gasped and almost came when
his well-educated tongue touched on that magic spot between her
legs.
His tongue swirled around her clitoris and pulled it up and
out of its sheath of protective flesh. The tiny spire of erectile
tissue throbbed with all the sexual power locked up in the woman's
loins. The man sucked the tiny bud into his mouth and lightly
flicked the very tip with his tongue.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!" she gasped around the thick plug of his cock
in her mouth. "More. Do that more! I . . . oh, it's tooo
goooooood!"
A heavy shudder wracked her body. She felt the hot flush of
excited blood rushing upwards toward her tits and shoulders and
face. Velvet gasped and relaxed a little as the ice and iron grip
left. But the warmth in her crotch turned into real fire now.
She reached up and gently caressed the man's balls. She
could feel the trembling and boiling of the lead-heavy jism locked
inside and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came. She
applied her lips to his cock, sucked for all she was worth, and
gloated as she thought this was exactly what Larry had wanted.
Fuck Larry!
She would suck off Ben and enjoy every instant of it. She
guessed Larry would have been too turned on by her to ever want to
give as much pleasure as she gave him. He'd never eat her pussy
out while she was sucking him off.
But Ben did. And she loved it all. Her entire young, trim
body quivered as if it were one giant, raw nerve ending. The
lightest of caresses from his tongue over her go-button made her
gasp and moan in pleasure. She tried to return the favor by
sucking that much harder on his cock.
The woman's cheeks went concave under the pressure she
applied. When his hips began swinging to and fro in a mock-
fucking rhythm, she cradled his prick with her tongue. This
caused the roughness to stroke over the most delicate part of his
cock.
He face-fucked her with long, powerful strokes now and she
didn't even try to slow him down. She was being turned on again
in a big way. The woman could hardly control her own runaway
emotions. The feel of his wet, probing tongue all over her cunt
lips and clit and pussy was more than she could handle. And with
his tasty fuck stick resting hotly between her own lips, she was
lost in a carnal paradise.
"More," she gasped out. "Give me more of that fucking tongue
of yours. Ream me out good. My pussy needs it allll!"
Another shudder earthquaked through her loins. She felt the
hot fires of lust blazing brightly inside her now. It wouldn't be
long before she really got off on the man's tongue-fucking. Every
time the tip of his tongue brushed along her turgid cunt lips, she
moaned. The least touch of his throbbing, hard-fucking, cock-hard
tongue into her cunt made her sob with ill-suppressed lust.
"Tongue-fuck meeee!"
Her entire body felt as it if had blasted apart. His tongue
drove into the soft folds of her pussy and stroked along the
satin-slick walls. She arched her back and ground her crotch down
into the man's face. This got his tongue an extra half-inch into
her twat and it was divine torture for her.
She came again.
Her entire body was responding now. Her tits felt as if they
would pop from the aroused blood hammering into them. The nipples
capping those mountainous boobs throbbed with a life that the girl
hadn't believed possible.
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. "But 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.
Chapter 2
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!"
She stiffened at the name and knew that she'd played into
Williamson's hand. He was playing with her, teasing her and
letting her react. He was the cat and she was the mouse. He'd
promise escape and then deny it at the last possible second.
All Velvet had to do was spit in his face and it would be
over. And so would her job.
She shuddered again as his hands ran down her flanks and
cupped her buttocks. He stroked over her firm, well-fleshed
asscheeks and pulled her to a standing position in front of him.
Crudely, he mashed his lips into hers. She didn't want to respond
but the pressure on her buttocks kept her close. And things
happened inside her.
It didn't matter that this was virtually rape. She felt the
pressure and warmth of his strong hands. Her body was crushed
into his and she felt the rising of his cock against her belly.
When his tongue forced its way into her mouth, she relented. Her
entire body went limp in resignation.
Let him do whatever he wanted, she thought to herself. She
was helpless. If she protested in any fashion at all, he would
just go ahead and rape her. And then he would fire her. She
would be out of a job with lots and lots of bills to pay. Worst of
all would be the blow to her ego. She had to show the world she
was as good as anybody else.
She just had to!
His tongue slid past hers, then began stroking in and out.
She gasped as his fingers worked their way down into the humid
canyon between her buttocks. This gasp allowed him to duel
erotically with her tongue while her lips were well out of the
way.
He broke off the deep kiss, panting with excitement. He
gasped out, "Baby, I've wanted to stick it to you from the first
time I saw you. The way you wiggle that ass turns me on in a big
way. Hell, everything about you turns me on. Those tits, your
ass, the legs, everything. How hot is your cunt hole?"
His finger worked even deeper between her legs, the silk
fabric of her skirt still keeping his finger from her aroused,
naked cunt flesh. But the dampness leaking from her twat betrayed
her. He smiled as soon as he felt the spreading wetness.
"You are turned on by all this, aren't you?"
"You're a pig," she groaned. But the man hardly heard her.
She was going weak in the knees, a rubbery feeling passing
throughout her body. He rubbed and stroked over her hidden cunt
lips until her dress had a giant wet spot on it.
She hardly resisted when he hiked up her skirt and held it
around her slender waist. His hands roved over her partly naked
flesh now, stroking and probing and turning her on more than she
wanted to admit to anyone - even herself.
He didn't gently remove her panties as Ben had done.
Williamson's fingers slid under the elastic waistband, then he
convulsively jerked. She shrieked with pain as the band cut into
her flesh. The ripping sound told her he had completely torn them
from her body. The ugly red welt around her waist was quickly
forgotten when she felt the man's prick pressing hotly into her
pussy.
"Yeah, baby, this is the way it should be." He held her
close and moved his hips so that his naked prick rubbed along the
woman's sex slit. She gasped and moaned, more in pleasure than
pain this time.
In the span of a heartbeat she had gone from outraged to
turned on. The feel of his cock moving along her puffy cunt lips
had done it. The thick juices building up inside her pussy began
dribbling out to lubricate his prick for the fucking to come.
"Ohhh!" she cried out when his finger rammed all the way up
her asshole. He started finger-fucking up her tightest passage.
She struggled to get away from him but it wasn't possible.
He kissed her lips and worked down to her swan-like throat.
She tried to fight him off now but the weakness in her body
prevented her from doing more than futilely pressing her hands
into his strong, broad chest. He overpowered her easily.
His wet, lewd lips worked down into the canyon between her
tits. She felt the hot kisses and the coldness of the spit left
behind. He ripped again at her clothing and one of her knockers
spilled out, naked and jiggling. He didn't leave it unattended
for more than a second.
He pounced like some jungle animal. His lips sucked in a
portion of the snowy white titflesh and then he worked his way up
to the bumpy, coppery-colored disk surrounding her nipple. The
tiny bud had grown into a hard, pointing finger of fiery red
flesh.
The man sucked her nipple into his mouth and she went wild
with lust.
She hated herself for responding at all to his brutal sexual
overtures. Now it was too late. She was completely in his grasp
and was being turned on more and more by what he was doing to her.
The way he used his tongue all over the pebble of her nipple
sent lightning blasts of desire into her chest. Every single
breath she took now was laced with fire. If she had been sucking
napalm into her lungs, she couldn't have been more on fire.
And this was only a small portion of the arousal she felt.
His finger buried all the way up her ass made her shiver
inside, too. He was slowly fucking that digit in and out of her
clinging, hot asshole. By rolling her hips slightly, she got more
stimulation out of that than she would have thought possible. No
other man had ever violated her shit chute before this instant.
And she had to admit it excited her.
Almost as much as the feel of his prick lightly brushing back
and forth on her cunt lips. He hadn't thrust all the way into her
humid interior. The man seemed to realize he could turn her into a
quivering blob of sex-starved protoplasm by denying her his prick
for a little longer.
She reached down, intent on getting that prick into her hot
cunt. Velvet wasn't really sure why she was doing this. Perhaps
she could justify it by thinking that the sooner he got his rocks
off, the sooner he would stop abusing her.
Velvet had to admit also that the aching hunger she felt
inside was for cock. And cock was at hand. The oral sex with Ben
had been fun and a much needed release of tension, but it had only
whetted her real sexual appetite. She had been given the hors
d'oeuvre of having Ben's tongue fucking into her pussy. It had
primed her for his prick. And it hadn't come.
Now she was ready for a cock, any cock. Even Walt
Williamson's.
"Goddamn, baby, you've got the finest pussy fur I ever felt.
All damp and crinkly. Sort of teases and tickles my pecker.
Great stuff. And I bet you're tight inside. Bet you got the
tightest pussy ever."
"Oh, please, don't," she said, his words forcing her back to
reality. As much as her body wanted to feel his cock driving hard
and fast into it, she knew it would never work out. She would
become his sex slave, having to put out whenever the man snapped
his fingers. She didn't want that to happen.
"Don't?" he scoffed. "Hell, kid, you want my cock, don't
you? Bet not too many studs have ever fucked you. You college
types are all alike. Cockteasers. You waggle your ass and get a
guy hard and then turn him off. Not this guy, you won't. No way,
bitch!"
His hands tightened like steel bands on her rump. He forced
apart the white, quivering half-moons of her ass as he spun her
around so that she faced away from him. Velvet hardly knew what
he was doing to her. When the top of the chair bit into her
stomach, she realized he had bent her forward.
She braced herself by placing her hands on the chair seat.
Her cheek rested on the cool, hard wood. She wiggled and tried to
get free but the position was too awkward for her. And it got
worse when she felt the man's thick fingers stroking along the
insides of her thighs, forcing her legs wide apart.
"Damn, but I love it when chicks wear a garter belt to hold
up their stockings. Turns me on in a big way."
His hands stroked over the naked flesh of her thighs just
above the tops of her stockings. His hand brushed against her
trembling cunt lips and sent a shiver of desire blasting into her
loins.
"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.
It was cock; manly, hard, hot prick.
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.
If she could.
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."
"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.
The blunted head of his cock rammed into the fabric of her
panties, then sunk a half-inch into her seething hot hole. There
wasn't any way his cock could penetrate into her cunt, but the
compression on her pussy lips caused by her panties made her come.
Her clit was crushed down erotically and the pressure all through
her gash was sheer heaven for her.
The throbbing nearness of his cock promised so much more to
come, too. She hardly controlled her voice as she begged, "Off,
get them off. And get that cock into me. Please, ohhh, please!"
"I've waited all my life to fuck a chick that looked half as
good as you," he said. "I'm not going to rush it. Shit, I'm
right on the edge of shooting my wad now. This is going to be
good, dammit, good!"
Tony felt the tightening in his balls and fought to keep back
the fiery tide of jism. He wasn't going to come like some
teenaged kid getting his first piece of ass. He might be quiet
and not have all that much to do with women, but he wasn't any
virgin. And he wanted this to be as good for both of them as
possible.
He moved his hands around to Velvet's rear. His hands cupped
the fleshy half-moons he found there. Pulling and tugging at
them, he started rotating the globes of assflesh until she was
gasping in pleasure. Every single movement drove her crotch more
forcefully into his prick.
It became harder for him to keep from coming. She was
driving her pussy down into his cock in a vain attempt to get even
more of him inside her superheated furnace of lust. The panties
kept him from sinking more than an inch into her cunt. The more
he massaged and gripped at her ass, the more fervent her attempts
to really fuck herself became.
"Don't toy with me," she panted hotly. "Fuck me! God, Tony,
I never wanted it more than I do now."
"It gets better," he promised. "Just wait and see."
He set about making it better. His hand slipped down between
the girl's panties and her soft flesh. A finger shot out and
dived into the humid canyon between her asscheeks. When he found
the puckered ring of her asshole, he started fucking his finger in
and out.
Velvet thought the top of her head was going to go into
orbit. The orgasm was even better than the first. Velvet sobbed
and clung even tighter to the man's powerful body. She needed
that cock and he wasn't giving it to her. He tormented her with
it. She felt its manly heat through the fabric of her panties,
but she couldn't feel its nakedness pressing into her juicy cunt
walls.
The way his fingers worked all over her buttocks turned her
on but the finger driving in and out of her asshole caused her to
gasp in joy every time it lashed out and sank three knuckles into
her back passage.
Velvet hardly knew if this was anything more than simple lust
seizing control of her. Tony seemed a sympathetic person, yet
there was more than simple friendship involved in this. They both
turned each other on. She loved his silent strength, the way he
sized up situations and saw through to the real person lurking
under the social mask everyone wore. He saw her frustration and
anger and hurt and knew how to soothe it.
Her fingers gripped like talons into his shoulders and back.
She was as unaware of the ragged, bloody tracks her fingernails
left as he was. They were too busy driving their crotches
together to notice minor things like that.
"I can hardly stand it," he grunted. "I gotta get my cock
all the way into your pussy. I just have to!"
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried in joy. They both wanted the same
thing. She hardly realized one of her slender legs had lifted off
the floor and had snaked around his waist. She held them close
together this way, but she'd have to relax a little and get those
damned panties off so her naked cunt could open for him.
He was too turned on to wait even for this minor act. His
hips swung forward with a heavy thrust. A ripping sound echoed
through the musty room. He pulled back, grunted at the momentary
pain in his rigid cock, then fucked forward again.
This time a louder ripping noise sounded. Her juice-soaked
panties gave way under the battering ram of his huge prick. He
blasted through the panties and found the humid cavern of her
cunt. His cock slipped easily into the well-lubricated tunnel.
For a second, all time stood still for Velvet. She had been
empty and filled with longing. Then she was filled to overflowing
with cock and needed nothing else in the whole goddamn world.
His cock stirred powerfully, buried to the hilt in her softly
gripping cunt. The juices leaking from her pussy dribbled around
his thick stem and dripped onto his balls, tickling and further
stimulating him. When he began pulling out of her gripping twat,
they both gasped in joy and desire.
She felt the thick piston of his cock moving inside her, a
powerful vacuum forming in her guts. Her cunt walls had tensed
around his cock to the point where a lewd smocking noise sounded
as his prick momentarily slid free of her body.
"In! Get it back in!" she cried. But she could have saved
her breath. He was already running smoothly back into her cunt.
Their crotches smashed together again and ground hungrily. The way
his cock stirred inside her tight pussy almost got her off again.
His hands still clung to her asscheeks and his finger-fucking
had stopped. They were both too occupied with the twitching
movements of his cock hidden deeply in her pussy.
"Can't hold back much longer," he panted. "I knew this would
happen. The most beautiful woman I ever met, I get a chance to
fuck her and I come too soon. Oh, damn!"
"Hurry, then," she said hotly in his ear. "Make me burn up
with the friction of your cock fucking me. I need it, Tony, I
really do. And you're so big inside me. So great big and
swollen, I can hardly stand it."
He began moving slowly inside her. She tried to hang on to
his prick by tensing her cunt muscles. She succeeded for a
second, then her own body betrayed her. The thick oils leaking
from her excited interior made his cock too slick to hold. He
pulled free until only the thick knob of his glans remained
between her labia. But he didn't stay here for long. The man
instantly shoved upward and drove his cock hard into her eagerly
awaiting cunt.
Her legs tensed around his waist. Velvet precariously
balanced on the other leg, but the effort was worth it. Raising
up on her toes tightened her pussy and the leg circling the man's
waist held them close together. It made fucking standing up the
most fun possible.
He began swinging to and fro harder, with more assurance. He
sank balls-deep each time into her cunt, moved his hips in a
grinding circular motion that she matched in the other direction,
then slowly pulled out.
She felt the carnal pressures mounting in her taut, trim
belly. The friction of his cock sliding so fast along her aroused
cunt burned at her twitching nerve endings. The lewd sucking
noises of his prick reaming her out made her even hotter. But
most of all, the thick root of his cock stretching her to the
breaking point made her shiver and gasp with total desire.
She came. She came hard.
Her cunt convulsively smashed down on his hidden length.
This added pressure all around his pecker was enough to rob him
totally of his control. His balls tightened even more and the
fierce white-hot tide of his jism blasted the length of his prick.
He spewed forth his creamy come into her eagerly sucking cunt.
They pumped and moved and ground their bodies together in the
most intimate embrace possible. His cock continued to fuck hard
and fast along her rippling pussy walls until he began to deflate.
He sobbed in frustration but there wasn't any cure for it. His
prick turned flaccid and leaked from her cunt.
She clung weakly to his strong body and sighed, "It was
great, Tony. We're great together."
"The earth moved for you?" he asked, bitterness in his voice.
Surprised at his tone, she looked up, her vivid blue eyes
wide. "Yes," she said. "It did. You were great. God, man, what
is it with you? You don't have any confidence - and you should.
You were great!"
"I was?" he said, smiling broadly this time, actually
believing it. "Hell, I guess I was. And so were you!"
They stared into one another's eyes and nothing more needed
to be said.
Chapter 4
Velvet leaned back in the chair behind the desk and heaved a
deep sigh. The hot lights blazed above her and made sweat pour
down her body. The tiny rivers of sweat tickled and would have
turned her on except for the rude comments made by the cameraman.
They hadn't let up on her for an instant.
She realized something Tony had said came close to the truth.
Most of the men around the station weren't college graduates.
While that didn't automatically make a man hostile, it appeared to
threaten the cameramen and Walt Williamson. Something about a
woman having an education made them get nasty.
It had to be them, she realized, and not all men. Ben
Carlton had come up through the ranks with nothing more than a
highschool education and he accepted her. Having the education
didn't make her special, she knew, but what she did with it - and
could do with it, given the chance - was something important.
She heaved herself to her feet, wiped away a trickle of salty
perspiration, and left without looking in the direction of the
cameras. She ignored Larry calling out, "Not only do I bet she
gives great head, the way she waggles that ass, I bet she loves to
get greeked. How about it, college girl, did you spread those
buns in school?"
Anger filled her to the point she could hardly see straight.
She had intended to go right to the women's room and vent some of
her rage in a good cry but she found herself taking the wrong turn
down the maze of hallways just off the studio. Before she
realized it, she was standing in front of Ben's open door.
He looked up and smiled at her. "Come on in," he urged.
"You look like you've got something to talk about."
"You'll listen?" she asked hesitantly.
"That's what I get paid for. Pull up a chair. And close the
door. I've had enough interruptions for one day."
Velvet closed the door and sank down into the wooden chair in
front of the man's desk. She shivered a little, thinking about
how Williamson had bent her double over a chair just like this and
fucked her from behind like some sort of slave girl.
The thought flashed through her mind that, if it had been
Ben, she might not have minded so much.
"Spill it, Velvet. I've got a ton of paperwork to get
through before I go home tonight."
"You and Janet on better terms now?"
He shook his head. "Nothing seems to work. Maybe it's my
fault. Maybe I'm not able to get inside her skull enough and
figure out what we never seem to talk about. But you were the one
with a problem. You don't have to listen to mine."
"It's Larry and the others," she said. "They're riding me
all the time and making lewd sexual comments. And they do it
while we're on the air. If I happen to get mad and lose my temper,
I might say something half the city will hear."
"I'll talk to them about bugging you while we're
broadcasting. But you know I can't say a word about how they
treat you off the air. It'd only make things worse."
"I know," she said tiredly. Velvet hadn't said much but she
felt the load lifting. She had spoken her piece and been heard.
"I'm not cut out to be the weatherperson. Let me take a crack at
doing some reporting. I'm good at it. I spent four years
learning."
"Book learning," said Ben, shaking his head. "You and Tony
are the junior members around here and are on sufferance.
Williamson wants to can Tony and kick you upstairs."
"He wants you for a secretary. It's no big secret why."
Velvet felt herself blushing. Then the humiliation turned to
anger. "I'll cut the bastard's balls off! I'll . . ."
"Cool it," said Ben sharply. "I know what's happening. He
won't get you for any secretarial job while I'm in charge of
programming. But he is the boss."
She stood and started pacing around the room. She felt his
eyes following her and didn't care. The woman knew she had a good
body and rather enjoyed having a man watch her - a man she
approved of. Velvet tried to figure out the real difference
between the way Ben and Tony watched her move and the way
Williamson did. The best she could figure was that they
appreciated her as a woman while Williamson saw her as an object,
a conquest for his sexual lusts and nothing more. She turned and
stood with her hands on her flaring, womanly hips. Velvet
realized the light behind her shone through her thin skirt and
outlined her body. The way Ben stared at her now more than
thrilled her. It made her so damned horny she could hardly stand
it.
"God, Velvet, with you silhouetted like that," he muttered,
his mouth cottony and his hands shaking slightly. He couldn't
keep his eyes off the slender legs hidden in the shadow cast by
the strong light behind her. He saw every single contour of her
voluptuous body.
Her tits bobbed around slightly in front of her chest, the
nipples prominent against the thinness of her blouse. The trim
waist boldly surged out to hips that made his prick hard as he
considered them. The slender, supple thighs he barely saw through
the woman's skirt caused his cock to attempt to turn cartwheels in
his pants.
He almost came just staring at her.
"I know. It's quite a sight, isn't it?"
He said nothing as she reached up and began unbuttoning her
blouse. He wanted to protest, to tell her to stop, but he
couldn't. Things hadn't been right between him and his wife for
some time. He wasn't getting enough and here was a lovely,
willing, totally wanton woman offering herself to him.
He couldn't turn her down. It wouldn't be right. And the
man knew he would never be able to forgive himself later. His
cock pained him terribly and the need raging in his loins had to
be sated or it would drive him out of his mind.
"There," Velvet said, smiling broadly. "It's all off." She
held her blouse between thumb and forefinger, then lightly dropped
it to the floor. Naked to the waist, she left little to his
imagination. Her tits were firm and steady now, filling with
excited blood. He saw the throbbing of her nipples as they
expanded and knew she was as turned on as he was.
Still, he had to ask the question burning in his mind.
"Velvet, are you doing this to get the reporting assignment? Or
are you doing it for other reasons?"
"Ben," she said, her voice soft and sexy, "I'm doing it
because I want you. I want your prick inside me, fucking me,
giving me pleasure. You're so different from that toad
Williamson. You're a man. What woman wouldn't want that in a
lover?"
"The assignment," he repeated dully, his senses churning from
the way she walked toward him. She pulled off her skirt as she
came. By the time Velvet reached his desk, she had stepped from
her skirt and was clad only in a pair of shocking pink bikini
briefs.
"Screw the assignment," she said in a husky voice. "I want
you to screw me!"
Her hands reached out and grabbed fiercely at the sides of
the man's head. She pulled his face forward to meet hers. Their
lips crushed in a passionate kiss. Velvet had lost control of
herself. The knowledge that Ben had been seeing her outline and
was getting turned on by it had caused her to give vent to all her
pent-up feelings.
She raged inwardly against the station manager. Williamson
demanded sex from her because he had the power to force her. He
cared little for her as a woman. Ben cared. He lusted after her
and was a little scared of it. But his feelings were legitimate.
He was a real man and Velvet responded powerfully to that.
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, duelling 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 aross 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.
And then he changed his tactics. She felt his hands circling
around her body again and cupping her tits. He guided her in the
rhythm he wanted. She could do nothing but obey the silent
command given by those gripping, tormenting hands.
His thumbs and forefingers captured her rock-hard nipples and
rolled them in tiny circles. As their passions mounted and she
fucked herself faster and faster on his upright cock, the tiny
circles he moved her nipples in became big ones. By the time she
was fucking herself all out, she thought he was going to rip her
boobs off her chest.
"God, oh sweet Jesus, it's too much," she sobbed out. She
had closed her eyes and tossed her head, sending a cascade of
black hair flying about her face. The feel of his hands moving
against her tits was almost enough to make her come. So could
feel his cock reaming out her pussy. The freedom she had in the
fucking pushed her nearer the edge of her orgasm.
When she reached down between her legs and stroked lightly
over her own clit, she did come. Hard. Never in her life had
Velvet experienced a more potent climax.
She soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy, floating
and diving, twisting and turning and relishing every single
instant of the ultimate in human sensation.
"God, Ben, it's too much. I can't take any more. I love it
so much but my body won't take it!"
"Bullshit," he grunted. "This is just getting good. Try to
relax just a bit, then let yourself go. That'll be a real come,
one you'll remember for years!"
Velvet tried to follow his instructions but it was difficult.
The friction of his cock fucking so strongly in and out of her
pussy warmed her loins and set tiny watchfires burning in her
guts. Without too much effort those tiny fires could turn into
conflagrations threatening to totally consume her body.
She fucked herself faster in response to the man's hand
movements on her tits. The way her boobs expanded with more and
more blood being pumped from her heart, she thought they would
explode. The lewd squashing sound of his cock racing in and out
of her tight pussy reached her ears and the sweat and sex odors
from the fucking expanded her nostrils.
Velvet felt the telltale tensions mounting inside her body
again. She had relaxed only for an instant. Being only flesh and
blood, she simply couldn't relax all the way with that hard and
hot virile cock inside her pussy. His hands pressed her tits
together and rubbed one nipple against the other. The unique
sensation got her off.
Her come was even better than the prior one. But it was sharp
and quick, over too soon. She was turning into a sex junkie. She
needed more, lots more fucking.
"Give it to me, Ben darling. I'm burning inside. I need to
feel your cock, every single goddamn inch of it, in my hot cunt!"
Even as she spoke she was acting. Her hips went berserk.
She fucked herself faster and harder than ever before. Velvet
corkscrewed to and fro, grinding her hips down into Ben's crotch.
She felt his bush stimulating her clit, making it twitch and
tingle.
Hands on her tits, his cock vanishing repeatedly into her
demanding cunt, the man couldn't stand it any longer. He began
arching his back to drive his prick even deeper into her hot
center. He felt the fuck juices squirting out around his prick
but this hardly mattered. The tensions in his balls mounted, then
snapped.
He came, spewing out his sweet flowing come into her pussy.
She tensed and shrieked as the flaming juices hit her sensitive
cunt walls. Their groins locked together in the most initimate of
all possible touches, straining and grinding until both of them
were sated and exhausted.
Velvet collapsed forward, her still-hard nipples poking into
the man's hairy chest. She smiled at him and kissed his lips
lightly.
"You're great, Ben, none better."
"Bitch," he said. "You got the reporting job."
"Ben, don't think you have to give it to me just because . .
."
"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't get the job. But I know
you do mean it so I'm giving you a chance. Just one."
"Oh, Ben, that's all I want. I'll show you I can do a bang-
up job!"
"You have," he said, smiling up at her vivacious face. "You
already have!"
Chapter 5
"I'm glad Ben assigned you to this story, too, Velvet," Tony
said earnestly. "It looks like it's going to be a big one. We
had a tip that the bank president was embezzling tons of money but
none of the other reporters have been able to crack it."
"You think we can do it if we work together?" she asked,
looking at the young man. He was hunched over the steering wheel
like some race car driver.
"Sure. We've got a lot on the ball. As a team, we're
unbeatable."
"It doesn't seem that we'll be able to do all that much if
the other reporters have struck out. Hell, Williamson wouldn't
even authorize a camera crew. Imagine, a pair of tv reporters
without a camera crew."
"Don't sweat it. I've got an inside track. This is going to
make us both famous. Pulitzer prizes, the works. We'll be able
to go to the networks and name our own salaries after this
breaks."
Velvet sighed and leaned back in the seat. She wished she
could believe Tony but he was just too optimistic about this. Not
getting a camera crew for their interview with the bank president
was a real blow for her. This reduced them to little more than
newspaper reporters out digging up a story. Still, she thought to
herself, it was better than being stuck behind the desk while
Larry made obscene comments about her.
Tony pulled up in front of the bank and took a deep breath.
"Okay, kiddo, here it goes. Let's give it our all."
"What's the battle plan?" she asked, unsure of herself for
the first time. She knew that Williamson was waiting for them to
fall flat on their faces. They wouldn't get much of a story and
this would allow him to can her once and for all.
Or worse.
Tony would get his ass fired. She would get her ass fucked.
Williamson would move her into his office as his personal
secretary and full-time plaything. Either she'd have to quit then
or continually feel the detestable prod of the man's cock into her
tight cunt.
"Simple. The head cashier is supposed to have all the dirt,
at least he is according to my snitch. I'll keep the bank
president busy with a lot of trivial questions. He'll eat that up
since I'll try to make him look good. After all the shit that's
been thrown his way, he'll suck up to me good and proper. You get
the cashier aside - and get the story."
"Sounds okay, provided the cashier does know all the
skeletons and where they're hidden."
Tony laughed and patted her leg. "Velvet, with your looks
you can make any man's skeleton do a jig."
"Let's go see if we can't scare up that story," she said, her
hand resting for a moment on top of Tony's. It felt good there,
but they had work to do.
Inside the bank, the guard ushered them directly into the
president's office. Velvet took an instant dislike to the man.
He reminded her too much of Walt Williamson. The same squinty
eyes and the suspicious look, greasy hair and an air of
superiority made her want to turn and leave. But they did have a
story to cover.
"Mr. Fontaine," Tony said to the man, "we're here to talk
with you about the so-called embezzlement that's been going on
here."
"There's no embezzlement," the man said sharply. "Those are
rumors started to discredit not only me but this fine bank."
"Really?" Tony asked, his eyes wide and innocent. "Gosh, I
got it all wrong. Could you tell me a little about this mess?"
Seeing that Tony was allowing himself to be gulled into
believing just about anything, the man launched into a long,
involved story of how funds were shifted periodically and how
book-keeping mistakes did happen. About halfway through the
speech, Velvet rose.
"Excuse me for a few minutes, gentlemen. I've got to visit
the ladies' room."
She waggled her ass with just the right motion as she left to
keep the bank president's mind occupied. The instant Velvet was
through the door, she homed in on the cashier. The man hunched
over his desk looking nervous and distraught.
"Mr. Holmes?" she asked quietly. "I'm here to speak with you
about the embezzlement. Tony Sims said you have some information
about it."
She might as well have walked up and boldly called out to the
man, "Wanna fuck?" from the way he jumped. He looked around
nervously and licked his dried lips.
"Here? Now?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Tony's keeping your boss busy while I talk with you. We
won't be disturbed. You can trust me."
"You won't let my name get into the story? It would ruin me.
That son of a bitch is as guilty as they come, but if I rat on him
I won't be able to find a job anywhere in this city again. All
those bastards stick together because they're all thieves, all of
them!"
"Please, Mr. Holmes, calm down and just give me the facts."
Velvet reached out and put her hand on the man's shoulder. She
hadn't intended it as anything more than a calming gesture. It
had the exact opposite effect.
Standing next to his desk, she saw the sudden lump forming at
his crotch. She took the opportunity to move closer, her upper
thigh brushing his arm. Velvet had to restrain herself to keep
from laughing out loud at the way the man shifted in his chair.
She guessed he was almost at the point of creaming in his pants.
"Into the vault. We can talk there. No one will disturb
us." He motioned toward the gleaming steel vault door slightly
ajar across the room.
Velvet silently nodded and walked toward the door, mindful to
keep her lovely behind rolling in just the right way. She knew
she had others watching her, but they didn't count. Only Mr.
Holmes counted. If she could keep him off guard and hot for her
body, he would spill his guts about what he knew of the bank
embezzlement.
The guard started to stop her as she went into the vault, but
the cashier hurriedly said, "That's only a reporter, Dick. It's
okay. We're just going to be inside for a few minutes. Nothing
to worry about."
"Right, Mr. Holmes," the guard said. But the tone of his
voice added, "You lucky stiff."
Velvet had to turn and flash a brilliant smile at the man to
thank him for not interfering. She could read a little disbelief
on his face, wondering how a guy like Holmes could end up alone in
the vault with someone as beautiful as Velvet.
"I'm going to close the door. Don't worry," Holmes said
quickly. "Nothing's going to happen."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling. Velvet was getting
into the spirit of this reporting game. She knew she had to keep
the man uncomfortable, on edge, so that he would tell her things
he didn't really intend to. If she didn't she might end up with a
story any reporter could have gotten by simply calling the bank's
public information operator.
She moved closer, pressing her warm, lush body into the
cashier's. He backed up a half-step and found himself sandwiched
between a desirable woman and a steel wall.
Velvet reached out and lightly stroked the man's cheek,
pleased with herself. He was definitely off guard now and would
probably tell her all she wanted to know without going further.
The only trouble was that Velvet had really turned herself on.
She was feeling downright horny. And the idea of actually fucking
inside the vault with the guard outside almost made her want to
rip off her clothes then and there.
"The b-b-bags of money. Th-there," stammered Holmes. "Let's
sit on them while we talk."
Velvet sat close beside the man, uncomfortably close for him.
She wiggled around and felt the coarse money bags shifting under
her weight. On impulse she lay back full length and felt her
entire body supported by hundreds of thousands of dollars.
"Wow," she exclaimed, "this is something. Just knowing that
those bags are filled with tons of money makes me feel . . .
sexy."
"Yeah, me, too," confessed Holmes. "I come in here all the
time and just look at the money. That's how I found out about it."
"It?" she asked, her hand reaching out for the man again.
She stroked over his cheek, then down his arm, smiling
appreciatively all the while. Velvet couldn't seem to keep her
fingers away from the large mound tenting up at the man's crotch,
either. She began stroking and massaging the bump, feeling the
cock pulsating powerfully under the fabric.
"He - Fontaine - puts in a few ringers. He takes entire bags
of money. It . . . it never shows up because he doctors the
computer records on what gets moved from bank to bank. God,
you're driving me wild!"
"Who else knows about this switching he does?" she asked,
more intrigued by the way his pants throbbed than with the story
now. Her own legs scissored together, rubbing her labia against
one another in a vain attempt to relieve some of the sexual
tensions mounting in her own young, lusty body.
"The presidents of all the other banks suspect. No one else
really knows except me."
"That makes you special, doesn't it?" she asked in a husky,
seductive voice. "What else makes you special - among men?"
Her fingers worked free his zipper. The slight tug produced
fantastic results. His prick leaped out like the opening of a
switchblade knife. She gasped at the size of his prick. He
wasn't a physically powerful man and this was a cock that should
have belonged on a professional football player.
"Goddamn," she exclaimed, "you're huge! I've never seen a
dick that big." Her eyes widened and she stared in frank
admiration at his prick.
"Go on," he urged. "Suck on it. I love that and my wife
refuses to go down on me. If you really like my pecker, do it!"
Velvet didn't bother answering because she had better uses
for her mouth. She pounced like a jungle cat on his cock. She
groaned in abject pleasure when she felt her sucking having an
immediate effect. The man's cock had been big before she applied
erotic suction to the plum-tipped end, but she was surprised
pleasantly when she felt the cock stiffening even more.
It grew to such a size she could hardly keep it in her mouth.
The corners of her mouth strained under the huge girth of the
man's prong. She bobbed her head up and down a little bit to get
into the spirit of the mouth love, then used her tongue the best
she could.
Velvet found the tiny piss-slit and tried to poke her
darting, agile tongue down it. Both of them knew this was
impossible but it got them so excited, Velvet knew this fucking
wouldn't stop until they were both totally satiated.
"So nice, God, it's great!" the man gasped out. "My wife
won't give me head. Says a blowjob is dirty or something. Oh
shit, shit, shit! This is great!"
"Tell me about the embezzling," Velvet demanded. The
unspoken threat was that she would stop sucking on his dick if he
didn't give her all the information she wanted. Velvet didn't
have to leave the man hard and hot because he started spewing
forth all the incriminating information he knew.
Velvet listened, filing it all away in her mind as she turned
her main attention back to the blowjob. He liked the feel of a
woman's lips moving constantly all over his cock, she quickly
found out. Whenever she kissed and lightly brushed her soft lips
against the sides of his prick, he moaned and jerked around on the
money bags.
The feel of so much money under her ass as she sucked on the
man's cock made her feel both sexy and kinky. It had never
occurred to her that money was the ultimate aphrodisiac. A man's
wealth had never really mattered to her. Now Velvet wondered what
it would be like to make it with a guy so stinking rich he filled
his mattress with hundred-dollar bills. She knew this might be as
close as she ever got to finding out.
And she wasn't going to pass up the chance, no matter how
much Holmes enjoyed her mouth moving on his prick.
"Fuck me," she said in a soft, needy voice. "I want this
monster inside me fucking away."
"I might hurt you. God, I never felt stiffer than I do now.
I could rip you apart all the way to the chin if I got to fucking
and lost control."
"Do it!" she cried, lounging back wantonly and lifting her
legs into the air.
The sight of her slender legs parting so enticingly drove the
man into an animal frenzy. Velvet realized now that most of his
emotions had been lying dormant, just waiting for the proper key
to unlock them.
Her slender, responsive body was that key.
The man didn't even bother removing her panties. He shoved
his battering ram of flesh forward and banged at the gates of her
pussy. She felt the thick head nudging into her cunt lips. The
thick fuck sauce leaking from her twat dampened her panties and
the top of the man's dick.
"Get them off me. Get those panties off and really fuck me.
Drive it in to the hilt!" she cried out. The words echoed in the
stainless steel vault. She moved and felt the millions of dollars
under her body shifting. The girl shivered in delight. Not only
was she going to get the biggest prick she'd ever seen fucked into
her pussy, she was going to get laid on top of a fortune in cold,
hard cash.
"Can't wait to get 'em off," the man declared. His hands
worked feverishly at her twat. Then she realized what he was
doing. He wasn't pulling her panties down and he wasn't going to
rip them off. He was shoving his prick between the legband of her
panties and her flesh.
The hot, stiff length of cock surged up and stroked along her
hot, humid gash. She sobbed and felt the tides of passion washing
over her. She didn't care what he did to her as long as she got
that cock buried up her cunt.
"Fuck me now. Do it now! Oh, I need it in me so baaaaad!"
His hips swung forward and granted her wish. She felt the
huge glans parting her trembling cunt lips. The puffy ridges of
aroused flesh hardly slowed down the swiftly moving cock. He
banged into her cunt lips and then plunged into the seething hot
closeness of her cunt.
Velvet screamed in agony. His prick was huge, too big to
easily slip into her tiny cunt. The head of his prick seemed to
hang up just inside the clinging, pinkly dripping cunt hole. He
twisted his hips, got his hands under her ass and lifted, then
lunged forward again.
This time he got past the hangup in her pussy tunnel. The
monstrous cock rushed all the way into her, filling her completely
with pulsating manmeat.
She thought she would lose her mind with desire then. The
pain had vanished. He had snugly fit himself into her most
intimate passage. And he was hung like an elephant. The mighty
girth of his prick forced her cunt walls to stretch to accommodate
him. She felt like she was a virgin again, getting laid for the
very first time.
That was the only other time she'd felt such intense joy and
such an incredibly filled feeling. Her young cunt slowly expanded
to take the thick cock. The slight discomfort she'd felt then
totally vanished. Nothing was left but complete arousal.
"Fuck me! God, you're so big inside me. Fuck me, fuck me,
fuck meeee!"
She clawed at the man's back to urge him on. She felt the
bags of money beneath her give slightly as the man started a
rotary motion to drive his pecker even deeper into her steamy hot
interior. She hadn't thought it was possible to get in any
deeper. She was wrong. The man's cock sank into her passion pit
another inch.
She came.
There was no way she could hold back. Everything collapsed
on her like a ton of bricks. The setting. The money under her
body. The tremendous dork inside her, quivering and dancing and
stimulating her to the point of no return. She came hard and her
entire body shook like a leaf in a high wind.
"Ohhh," she sobbed out. "Fuck me. Don't just let it rest.
Move it fast. I have to feel it all over my poor little pussy."
"Little is right," he grunted. "Never felt any chick this
tight around me before. God, you're crushing me flat. But I
gotta do it. I just gotta. Never seen a chick as pretty as you.
Oh, shiiit!"
He began fucking with long, slow strokes that pushed both of
their passions to the breaking point. But Velvet hung back just
enough to keep from suffocating herself with the overpowering
emotions assaulting her. The woman wanted to hoard those wondrous
feelings until she could release them all in one huge orgasm. She
was stalking the Big O, the perfect come.
And she knew she just might get it. The cock was like a
fleshy piston in her well-oiled slit. The way he pushed past the
legband of her panties also turned her on and stimulated her more
than she would have thought possible. The idea that he was so hot
for her that he couldn't wait did things to her head and body.
The sexual tensions mounting in her belly approached the
breaking point. She gasped and moaned and no longer noticed
anything around her. All that counted was between her legs,
moving slowly and inexorably. His balls wetly slapped against her
upturned ass with every inward thrust, then vanished again as he
retreated from the hot, clutching confines of her pussy.
"Bankers do it with interest," the man gasped, smiling down
into her face.
"But there's a penalty for early withdrawal," she told him.
"I want this to last forever."
"Let's work on it," he said.
Velvet thought it might last for an eternity. He didn't
hurry. Every single stroke went directly into her cunt. She was
moaning every time his prick left, too. The huge cavity left
behind caused her pussy to try and tighten up. This only made his
next inward fucking stroke all the more delicious.
The woman's pussy drooled out its sluggish sauce to lubricate
her for the fucking. She lifted her slender legs up and locked
them firmly around the man's waist, but this wasn't good enough
for him. One of his arms reached down and pulled her left leg up
and over his shoulder. She felt like a pretzel - and she felt as
if he were ripping her apart.
In this position, with her leg draped over his shoulder, her
pussy tightened up even more. With a normally sized man, it would
have been wonderful. With a cock in her the size of a man's
wrist, she was pushed to the brink of orgasm and beyond.
She came again.
Velvet felt like a schoolgirl being seduced and fucked for
the very first time. Tremors of desire raced up and down her
spine but she also felt a delicious surge of fear. The man was so
large he might actually rip her pussy up with his fucking. But the
sheer size made it worth the risk.
Fear of injury. Awe at the man's size. The turn-on provided
by fucking in a bank vault on top of sacks of money. The harsh,
metallic sounds of the fucking echoing around the vault. The idea
of someone walking in and seeing them. The huge cock. The huge,
huge cock. All that got her off in a big way.
She wiggled and twitched and tried to get even more of his
cock into her pussy. Velvet gasped and moaned incoherently, the
words jumbling up in her throat. She had thought she was a woman
of the world, having experienced just about everything life had to
offer. But that was before this man and his bludgeoning cock.
The fucking rhythm picked up as the man's excitement mounted.
He lifted her ass up and off the money bags every time he rammed
forward. She gasped and moaned as he sank balls-deep in her gash.
He speeded up. The friction of cock-flesh against her oily twat
walls mounted.
The fires of desire burned inside her until she couldn't
control them any longer. She came and came and came. She was
like a string of Fourth of July firecrackers going off. She
twisted and moaned and clawed at the man, all the time wishing he
would fuck her harder, deeper, faster.
He did.
His prick slid in and out of her cunt with a swiftness she'd
have thought impossible except she was feeling it. He spread her
inhumanly wide and then totally plugged her hole up with his
fleshy prick. She felt every contour of that tremendous fuck
stick as it pulsated and throbbed against her tender pussy walls.
As she came again, she felt his cock swell to heroic
proportions inside her. When he spilled his jism into her
agitated cunt, she came again. Together, they moaned and rocked
through a mutual, all-consuming orgasm. Even after his prick
began to turn flaccid, she could hardly believe its size. He got
her off one more time with his cock hardly more than a dead, fat
worm.
"God, you're great," she sighed, lounging back on the money.
The look on the man's face told the story. He thought she was
something, too.
What he said surprised her and made Velvet smile.
"I told you everything, didn't I? Please don't let anyone
know where you got the information. They'd fire me. My wife and
kids. My job, God, it'd all be gone in a flash if anything even
hinted that I'd told you about the embezzlement."
Velvet had to shift mental gears to get back to the reason
for her being in the bank vault in the first place. The fucking
had been great, but she had learned what she needed to know. The
woman's mind slowly worked over the details of the embezzlement
the man had told her while she was sucking his cock. It all fit
into a nice, orderly, damning picture.
The bank president would be sent up for a zillion years after
she and Tony aired the story.
She'd gotten what she had come for - and a lot more.
Hungrily, even greedily, the woman's gaze feasted on the sight of
the still huge organ dangling between the cashier's thighs. But
that part of the story was over. Regretably so, for Velvet had
never felt anything better in her young life.
Chapter 6
". . . and that's the latest on the bank scandal. Good
evening," said Velvet, putting the papers down in front of her on
the desk. She heaved a huge sigh of relief as the red light on
the camera winked off, indicating she was no longer on the air.
"Great stuff!" cried Tony, coming over to pump her hand. He
bent over and kissed her then. "Great stuff. We're going to get
awards all over the place for that story. God, breaking a major
banking scandal before even the newspapers got it! Wow!"
Velvet felt all of Tony's elation and more. She had proven
herself. The pair of them had gotten the story, but she was the
one who had ferreted out the real source of the information. The
cashier's information had been accurate in every detail.
Indictments against the bank president were pending as a result of
their expose.
Her hands trembled with the excitement as she leaned back in
the chair. The hot lights caused part of the perspiration on her
face; the rest was from nervous strain of presenting the story.
"We showed them, didn't we, Tony?" she asked.
"We're a team, Velvet. We'll be able to go out and really
dig into what's happening out there. Camera crews and everything.
Live action stuff. There's not going to be anything or anyone to
stop us. We'll be another Huntley-Brinkley team. We'll be . . ."
Tony was cut off by the entrance of the station manager.
Velvet felt herself tensing. She hardly expected to hear
words of praise from Williamson. Their success had shot down his
ideas of getting rid of them.
"Hi, Mr. Williamson," said Tony brightly. "We college kids
sure came through for you this time, didn't we? Bet this series
had the highest news rating in the history of this town!"
"Not bad," the man grudgingly replied. "Could be better. You
need more practice at this kind of reporting."
"Not bad? Hell, man, it was great."
"You have something else to do, don't you, Sims?" the station
manager said in a cold voice. Tony quickly left after casting a
puzzled look at Velvet.
"What is it?" the woman asked suspiciously. "You want
something, don't you?"
"That report was okay, but it ruined a friend of mine. The
banker has been most helpful in financing for this station."
"And personally?" asked Velvet nastily. "Does he give you
some of the money he steals from the bank - as a personal loan?"
"Listen, cunt, you can be fired, just like that!" Williamson
snapped his fingers under her nose. "You do one okay story and you
think you own this place. It doesn't work that way. You have to
do more than just wiggle your ass and flaunt your tits and spread
for any man who comes along. This is a competitive business."
Velvet watched the man turning red in the face. He was
getting worked up over this and she realized he was angry that she
and Tony had gotten the story.
"Does that mean you won't blackmail me anymore? That I don't
have to put out for you whenever you get horny?"
Velvet recoiled, thinking the man was going to hit her. His
clenched fist relaxed a little and he smiled. The smile was more
menacing than if he had tried to hit her. Williamson squinted
against the harsh light and grinned broadly.
"Come on up to my office."
"I'm busy."
"You'll be very unbusy if you don't because you won't have a
job. This is a . . . staff meeting." He chuckled at his own
humor. Velvet shuddered and wondered if she should call him on
it. She knew damned good and well what sort of "staff" he was
talking about. It'd be just the two of them - and his cock
running into her cunt.
She might be able to bluff him. And then again, maybe he
didn't bluff. She'd be out of a job. The bills had been piling
up on her and she was wondering how she'd ever be able to pay them
all. Losing the job now meant having to go begging to her
parents. She hadn't done that all through school; she wasn't
going to start now.
Velvet steeled herself against what the man would do and
dutifully followed him to his office. He closed the door behind
her. The woman cringed, feeling as if she had just entered an
execution chamber.
"You college types think you're so high and mighty. Let me
tell you something, you ignorant bitch, you aren't. Those guys
like me who've had to work and work hard to get where we are know
the ropes. You're a newcomer around here and have a lot to
learn."
"Mr. Williamson, you're being unfair about this." Velvet
stopped when she saw nothing but lust in the man's eyes. Nothing
else was on his mind right now but his own rampaging sexual
desires. The way his crotch lumped up and twitched told the girl
everything she needed to know.
"I'll show you the ropes. And you'll love it, cunt. You'll
love it because a man will be showing you how to do it."
She almost panicked and fought him off, then remembered how
badly off she was financially. With the hiring crunch in the
television industry, she had been lucky to get this job. She
wouldn't be so lucky in finding another if she walked out now.
Williamson was a powerful man in the field and would have her
blacklisted with every station in the state.
Velvet shut her eyes and tried to imagine the hands pawing at
her lush tits were Ben's or Tony's. The roughness made it almost
impossible for her to believe it was one of her other lovers.
Williamson's meaty hands crushed down powerfully on her,
brutalizing her tits. She sobbed and caught her breath as he
began unbuttoning her blouse to get in to her naked, creamy white
boobs.
"Please, you don't have to do this. You're just . . ."
"Silence, cunt," he snapped. "I know what I want. And I
know what you want. You want this!"
He flashed out his prick. This sight of it made Velvet
fearful of what he might do to her if she tried to run. It
wouldn't be a grudging fuck then, it would turn into rape. And
she wouldn't have a ghost of a chance of making it stick. The man
could ruin her entire career with a single bad word. She had to
go along with him, as much as she hated the idea.
"Why don't you suck on it, bitch? From what the cameramen
say, you're damn good at giving head."
His hands laced through her raven-black hair and forced her
to her knees. With her lips just inches away from the tip of his
quivering prick, she had no other choice but to pop that glans
into her mouth and suck.
"God, yes, that's the way I like it. They were right. You
give one hell of a good blowjob."
She closed her blue eyes and tried to imagine that this was
Tony's prick she was orally ministering to. The sound of
Williamson's voice made that hard, but she was good at
fantasizing. She had to do it to keep from going out of her mind
with rage.
Her tongue looped around the tip of his prick, teasing and
tormenting as it went. The agile tip of her darting pink oral
digit found the tiny triangular flap of skin under the cleft head.
This was the most sensitive portion of his cock. She teased and
toyed with it until he was jumping from foot to foot with
excitement.
A tiny, bitter drop of preseminal fluid beaded at the head of
his cock. Her tongue swirled it away. She made a wry face around
the thick plug of cock in her mouth but kept sucking. Her cheeks
went concave under the suction she exerted. The dark-haired
beauty hoped that she could get the man to come quickly. That
would free her of the need to be in his presence and cool down his
berserk desires to fuck her.
It didn't work out that way, though. She sucked hard and
used her tongue all over the end of his cock the best she could.
Kissing and licking down the side of the shaft to his balls got
the man to moan constantly with pleasure. It also convinced him
that his prick would be better off stuffed somewhere else.
"On your hands and knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like
a bitch in heat."
"Wh-what?" she stammered, surprised at the turn of events.
The musky tang of the man's prick still lingered on her lips. She
licked it off and looked up at him in wonder.
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so fast she lost
her balance. The girl dropped to hands and knees, just the
position the man wanted her in.
Before Velvet could protest, she felt his hands lifting her
skirt and his body moving in behind her. He skinned off her
panties and pulled them down around her knees, effectively
preventing her from crawling away.
And then all strength raced from her body. The heavy end of
his male bludgeon smashed into her cunt lips from behind. She
felt the thick shaft plunging down between her asscheeks,
caressing the puffy labia and then surging all the way into her
dry pussy.
"God, dry humping. Get that cunt of yours working, bitch.
Get it nice and wet and slick for me to fuck you like an animal in
rut!"
Velvet recovered some of her strength after the quick, hot
entry all the way up her pussy and tried to escape. Strong hands
gripped her waist and held her firmly in position. She felt the
man's hairy upper thighs rubbing against her tender buttocks.
There was no escaping now.
"Don't do this. I'm a human being, a person, a woman!
You're treating me like an animal."
"An animal is all you are," he snapped. "I got to teach you
to have respect for authority. You think you're so much better'n
the rest of us because you have a college education. You're not.
And I'm going to show you what experience can do."
His hips began moving slowly, stirring his prick around in
the tight hot confines of her pussy. She moaned and felt hot
flashes throughout her belly. But in spite of her resolve not to
respond to the man's crude lovemaking, she felt her body turning
traitor. Thick fuck juices began sluggishly flowing to grease his
pillar of man-meat.
"That's more like it," he gloated. "You really want it now,
don't you? Don't you?"
"Oh, ohhh!" was all she could moan out.
The woman's senses were being stripped away and all that was
left behind was a raw nerve ending. Every single thrust of his
cock sent agonizing waves through her body. But the oils from her
twat slackened his cock and made every thrust easier to take.
Even her pussy walls seemed to expand enough to take his girth.
In different circumstances, Velvet could have gotten off in a
big way on fucking like this. But not with the station manager.
He was the animal; she was only a victim of circumstance. If
she'd been rich or in any kind of a position to tell Williamson to
stuff it she would have. But she was powerless, a victim to be
exploited by the man.
"Yeah, baby, that's the way I like pussy. Good and juicy for
me. Shit, you got the best cunt for fucking ever. And taking you
like a bitch is fun!"
It wasn't fun for Velvet, but it wasn't the total turn-off
she thought it would be. Closing her eyes and letting her body
respond, she was able to get some pleasure out of the fucking.
This was a lusty position, one that allowed her tits to swing
free. Every single thrust into her pussy caused a shock to surge
into her, making her knockers sway back and forth. Also, the
blood drained down into her nipples, hardening them and making
them super-sensitive.
As if the man had read her mind, he reached around and
grabbed one of her jugs. Taking the mushroom-like nubbin of her
nipple between thumb and forefinger, he teased and tweaked it.
She came. The sensations in her body didn't leave her any
other choice. The tidal waves of desire pouring into her guts
from the fucking smashed into the lances of pure fire blasting
into her chest from the way he handled her tits.
Velvet found herself ramming her hips back into the man's
groin to get even more of his prick into her. She ground her hips
in a circular motion and felt his pecker stirring against her most
sensitive flesh. She gasped and almost came again. Holding back,
she wanted to save up all the delicious feelings and release them
in one great big come.
"Now we're cooking," the man grunted. "You chicks are all
alike. Cockteasers. But get a taste of a real prick and you go
wild."
"Please, more, ohhh!"
She hadn't wanted to say that. It gave the man too much
satisfaction. His power over her was almost complete. He held
her impaled on the thick sword of flesh rammed into her cunt. His
hands controlled her movements so that she could do little but let
him have his will.
Velvet crossed her forearms in front of her on the floor and
placed her forehead on them. This shoved her ass up into the air.
The jutting white target was more than the man could pass up. He
started fucking with long, quick strokes.
The friction in her cunt threatened to burn her up. She
hadn't been truly aroused up to this point. Her pussy had been
lubricating and she had gasped and moaned as she'd almost gotten
off, but now that changed. Everything about the fucking got to
her and sent earthquaking tremors through her body.
Waves of delight spread into her belly caused by the friction
of the fucking. The swift movement of his cockflesh against her
tight inner passage lit a fuse that she couldn't extinguish. The
warmth spread slowly, like melted butter, but soon she felt the
edges of the warmth pulsating and threatening to engulf her.
"More, fuck me more!" she demanded. The girl's ass rammed
back powerfully into his groin. They fit together now like pieces
of some erotic jigsaw puzzle.
And all Velvet knew was that she had to have more of that
hard, hot, virile cock. Lots more.
The lewd squashing noises from the hard cock entering and
leaving her aroused cunt filled the room. She felt the rivers of
sweat pouring off her body and dripping off the points of her
tits. Her entire body had come alive and she needed more of that
prick to get off. The molten lead lump in her belly suddenly
exploded and filled her with ecstasy.
"Aieeeeee!" she shrieked out. Her hips went berserk,
cramming back into the man's crotch and getting his prick to dig
in as deeply as possible.
Her pussy convulsed around the thick spike of cock. She felt
every single contour of his dick and this pushed her arousal even
higher. The heavy arrow-shaped head of his cock expanded and
rubbed passionately against her cunt walls. The throbbing veins
and arteries along the shaft pulsed and fed her come. The sexual
energy charging her body reached the point where she couldn't
control any of it.
She came even harder. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the
hot flush rising in her tits and neck. And still this wasn't the
end of it. She knew her pussy was gushing out frothy juices from
the way they ran down the insides of her thighs.
"Damn, baby, this is almost more'n I can handle," he grunted
out. "You smash down on my cock like that again and you'll mash
the fucker flat!"
He continued poling in and out of her pussy with his long,
demanding strokes. She hardly relaxed before another climax began
building in her loin's.
Velvet both loved and hated the feeling. The sexual and
emotional release was nice, but why did it have to come with a pig
like Williamson? She felt as if she betrayed herself. And yet she
needed this fucking. She needed the warmth and the feelings
racing through her and surging into her cunt, making her into a
complete woman. She needed it as she needed food and water and
air.
"Tight, you're getting even tighter around me," he panted
harshly. His fingers gripped down on her waist, pulling her back
powerfully with every inward fucking stroke.
The tiny fires of lust burning inside her turned into flames
that would have done a blast furnace proud. Out of control, she
sobbed and begged him for more. When he gave it to her, she came
again.
Short, quick strokes fed the carnal fires in her body to the
point where she was being consumed by them. The man reached
around and made a fork out of his index and middle fingers.
Pressing one finger on each side of his prick, he pressed down
into her turgid cunt lips. The action tightened her labia around
his cock.
She gasped at the electric tensions short-circuiting into her
body now. The pressure around his prick caused her to come again.
She had lost all control and could only respond when the man
willed her to. But she couldn't complain. This was too intense,
too good, exactly what she had been needing.
"Gotta fuck more, more, more!" the man chanted.
He slammed repeatedly into her cunt, his balls swinging
forward and wetly slapping against her puffy, blue-tinged cunt
lips. The action of that hairy little bag, his fingers, and most
of all his cock, set her off one more time.
As her cunt collapsed like a mineshaft around his cock, he
blew his wad. His cock fountained out a steady spurt of jism that
whitewashed her cunt walls.
The feel of him coming inside her caused Velvet to gasp and
moan through another come. The intense sexual high quickly died,
however, and left her panting and crying, her ass jutting up in
the air and the man's limp prick dribbling from her twat. The hot
juices leaking from her insides ran down her legs and reminded her
exactly what had happened.
She hardly believed she had allowed the man to fuck her
without putting up more of a fight. Still, she had to be
realistic. She needed the job badly. Without it, she would lose
everything - especially her own pride. Letting him use her as a
sex toy was easier than admitting she couldn't make it in the
business world.
"Yeah, baby, that was good. You've got a hell of a hot cunt.
Educated pussy, you might say." Williamson laughed at his own
crude joke and slapped her on the butt. "Get decent. This is a
business office."
"Are you going to let me continue doing some reporting?" she
asked, hardly trusting either her voice or his answer.
He thought it over for a minute, then said, "Yeah, I guess
so. Any cunt who'll do what you do deserves a chance to prove
herself. Now get your ass out of here. I have business to do."
She left, not knowing if she felt good or not.
Chapter 7
"Are you sure it'll be all right, Ben?" Velvet pushed a
strand of her lustrous hair back and studied the man. He shrugged
and gave her a weak smile.
"I don't see why not. Janet and I are trying to get things
back together and having a party seemed like a good way of
starting. It gets us into a crowd and lets us move around if we
get too uncomfortable with each other."
"I mean . . ." The woman's voice trailed off. Ben obviously
knew what she meant. While they hadn't fucked all that many
times, there was real affection between them. Velvet didn't want
to go to a party and have any sign of that destroying Ben's
marriage.
"I know. It's okay, I tell you. Why don't you and Tony come
together? That would relieve the strain all around and keep
things looking proper."
"Things are proper, Ben," she said firmly. "And I'm sure that
you and Janet will work it all out for the best."
"I hope so," he sighed. "Now, get out of here and I'll see
both of you tonight, at my place, at seven."
Velvet left, feeling good for a change. Ever since the round
in Williamson's office, she had been feeling lower than a snake's
belly. Not even Tony's bright and cheerful mood could perk her
up. But now that Williamson hadn't made any further sexual
demands on her, she was loosening up. This party might be just
the thing for her, she decided. She went to find Tony and tell
him he was taking her to the Carltons' for the evening.
* * *
"So nice of you to come," Ben greeted Velvet and Tony. "Most
of the people are already here. Some you know. Say howdy and get
acquainted with the others."
"Fine, thanks, Ben." Velvet looked around the crowded room
and choked on the thick cigarette smoke hanging in the air. It'd
take her a few minutes to get used to it. Maybe after a drink or
two she would really get into the mood.
"Tony, why not go get Velvet a drink?" Ben asked.
Tony nodded and drifted off, seeing that Ben had something he
wanted to say to Velvet alone. As soon as he'd gone, Ben turned
and looked at the girl.
"Janet's not really getting into this the way I thought she
would. So could you keep it cool toward me?"
"Don't worry, Ben," Velvet said, her hand instinctively
coming up to lightly touch his cheek. She hastily pulled her hand
back and nodded. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her
momentary slip, she saw Janet watching her intently. "I think I
goofed, Ben," she said. "Want me to try and patch it over?"
"Don't bother. If I can't do it, I don't even want you
trying. Sometimes too many cooks can spoil the broth."
"Sometimes it only takes one extra lover," Velvet said
quietly. Ben looked at her and smiled wanly, then moved off
through the room to greet others coming in. Velvet stood and
observed, wondering where Tony had gone with her drink.
As she started to go find him, she felt fingers on her arm
holding her back. Velvet turned and saw Janet glaring at her.
For an instant, she didn't know what to say. But the other woman
spoke first and took the obligation off her shoulders.
"So you're Velvet," the woman said slowly, looking her over
with a critical eye. "I can see why Ben goes for you in a big
way."
"I'll take what you said as a compliment," said Velvet,
unsure of herself. She didn't want to make matters worse between
Ben and Janet, yet she felt insulted by the implications.
"Take it any way you want. I just had to see the kind of
slut Ben has taken up with."
"Now listen here, Janet," started Velvet, then stopped. She
glanced around the room and decided this wasn't the place for such
a discussion. Taking hold of Janet's arm, she pulled the woman
into a bedroom and closed and locked the door. "You've got it all
wrong," she stated, "if you think there's anything between Ben and
me. There's not."
"You would say that."
"And I mean it. Look, Ben's the only nice guy with any
authority around the station. All I get is . . . hassled by the
others."
"What do you mean hassled?"
"I think you know how it is in business," said Velvet grimly.
"And I can cry on Ben's shoulder about it. He can't do anything
because it's the station manager insisting on his 'rights' with
me, but Ben listens and is sympathetic."
"So there's nothing sexual between you two?" asked Janet,
surprised.
Velvet hardly knew how to respond. She decided honesty was
the only policy. "I'd be lying if I said that. We've made it a
couple times. We both needed someone there who cared. It was
just one of those things. But he doesn't demand it from me. When
we fucked, it was good for both of us."
Janet sat down on the bed and simply stared at Velvet.
Velvet hardly knew what to say next. The sight of the other woman
distrubed her. Janet's tits were small, firm and apple-sized.
The way they pressed into the fabric of her blouse made the woman
look almost adolescent, but there was nothing budding about the
womanly hips and the wonderfully curved ass.
Velvet shook herself. She was getting hot over another
woman. That was something that had never happened before and she
couldn't figure out why it should happen to her now, of all times.
"You're honest, at least. But you don't love Ben?"
"I like him a great deal and, unlike most of the men at the
station, I respect him. And sex is great with him. But no, I
don't love him - not in the way you mean."
"Sex was good with Ben," Janet said, her voice dreamy. "It
might be again, if only . . ." Her voice softened to a whisper
and tears beaded at the corners of her eyes. Velvet reached over
and dabbed gently at them. One of the tears fell between the
woman's ripe breasts and trickled down the deep canyon.
Without thinking, Velvet reached to dab at that wetness, too.
And then she wasn't at all sure what happened. Janet's fingers
were working on her blouse, getting her naked, just as her own
fingers worked on resisting buttons. In less time than a
heartbeat, both women were naked to the waist.
"God, your breasts are fantastic!" cried Janet. "No wonder
Ben wanted you so much."
"I wish mine were as firm as yours," said Velvet, her fingers
lightly moving over the small cones, stroking and teasing, finding
their way to the very crest. She took one of the ruddy-colored
buttons between her fingers and tweaked hard. Janet's expression
turned from one of wonder to one of intense joy.
Her hands pressed down on top of Velvet's, mashing her tits
flat against her chest.
"So nice, so damned nice. Keep doing that. Please, I need it
so. It's been so long since anyone did this for me."
Velvet couldn't refuse. And strangely enough, she was turned
on by the satin feel of the woman's creamy titflesh under her
fingers. She stroked and manipulated those boobs until she felt
her pussy beginning to dampen.
After that, all hell broke loose.
Velvet passionately kissed Janet full on the lips. When the
other woman responded totally, her tongue thrusting between
Velvet's ruby lips, the kiss was all-consuming. Their tongues
duelled and played hide and seek, darting from one mouth to the
other. And soon, even this wasn't enough for Velvet's illicit
passions.
She broke off the deep kiss and worked her mouth down across
Janet's slender, swanlike throat. Her tongue tormenting the other
woman's flesh, Velvet came to the deep crease between Janet's
tits. She raked the soft skin with the tip of her pink, knowing
tongue until Janet collapsed weakly onto the bed.
Her legs spread of their own will. And this was all the
invitation Velvet needed to dive even lower. She quickly stripped
off the woman's dress and panties, revealing a coppery nest of
fleecy pubic hair. Velvet's tongue thrust into the center of this
delightful bush and probed downward, spreading the pink, trembling
cunt lips.
"Oh, yes, yes, I need it. Give me all your mouth love.
Tongue-fuck my little cunny!" cried out Janet.
"Only if you'll do the same for me," said a breathless
Velvet. She had never made love to another woman before. The
idea had crossed her mind many times, but the opportunity had
never arisen. Now that it had, she couldn't back off. She had to
try it. Besides, she was too turned on by the prospect of her
mouth erotically kissing the other woman's sex lips.
She felt Janet fumbling to get her skirt off, then came a
gust of hot breath as she licked and kissed across Velvet's
aroused pussy lips. Velvet almost came.
There was no denying the thrill she got from the raking
tongue as it plunged all the way up her cunt. The frothing juices
boiling from her interior were quickly licked up, noisily sucked
into Janet's mouth.
The wet, demanding mouth caused her to dive back into Janet's
crotch to give at least as much as she was getting. Licking the
entire length of the cunt lips caused those puffy flaps to tremble
and shake as if they had some sort of carnal palsy. But the
payoff came when Velvet found the meek little clit poking up from
its sheath of protective flesh.
She pounced on it, sucking it fully into her mouth. Her
satin lips caressed the tiny bud, coaxing it and stimulating. The
salty, acrid tang of Janet's cunt oils made her mouth water. She
used some of her spit to further lubricate the clit.
When she both sucked and lightly bit down on the go-button,
Janet screeched and tensed all over. As her thighs clamped shut
on either side of Velvet's head, the girl found herself both blind
and deaf. But it didn't matter. She still had her sense of feel.
And feel she did. Her tongue lashed across the tip of the
clitoris and then worked back to the gushing cunt hole. She
started tongue-fucking that convulsing slit and kept Janet peaked
on the orgasm until she finally sobbed in exhaustion. But Velvet
wasn't finished. Her own cunt still needed careful, thoughtful
attention. And a thought occurred to her how to best get it.
"Let's scissor our legs together," she called out to Janet,
hoping the other woman would understand what she wanted to do.
When Janet responded immediately, Velvet was surprised. For her
this was all new and excitingly different. Janet took to it like a
duck takes to water, however, readily doing whatever Velvet
wanted.
As their legs meshed together, their gashes were pressed
tightly against one another. Velvet gasped as the other woman's
crinkly bush stimulated her own trembling cunt lips. Rocking back
and forth gave her the most intense stimulation she could get
without a cock reaming out her pussy.
"Oh, this is too much," she sighed, grabbing hold of Janet's
foot and pulling the ankle firmly between her breasts. "I never
thought it could be this good with another woman."
"It can be better," said Janet. And Velvet found out what
the woman meant. Janet's toes curled around one of her tits,
squeezing down on the rock-hard nipple. Velvet moaned softly,
feeling the sensations mounting slowly in her belly.
When a man fucked her, the excitement was intense and came in
slamming, demanding pulses. It didn't happen this way with Janet.
The arousal was less intense but there was no slackening of
passion. Everything built toward one huge orgasm.
"Where'd you learn to play with nipples using your toes?"
asked Velvet, not caring.
"I know all sorts of things."
Velvet tried to duplicate the toe-fondling on Janet's breasts
but didn't have enough limber toes for it. Rather than let the
other woman do all the giving, Velvet reached down and grabbed
firmly on the foot, pulling it to her mouth.
Sucking loudly on Janet's toes produced an unexpected result.
The other woman came - hard.
Her entire body tensed as she sobbed out her joy. Then her
hips went berserk, rocking back and forth, grinding her sex lips
into Velvet's. The stimulation at her pussy was almost enough to
get Velvet off, but she clung tenaciously to the other woman's
foot, sucking and licking the toes wiggling in her mouth.
Janet came again, then relaxed. She panted out, "I never had
that done before. It was great! Where'd you learn that?"
"Just something that came to me," Velvet admitted. "Whenever
I climax, my toes always curl up. I figured it might work the
other way. If I got your toes to curl up by stimulating them,
maybe you'd come. It worked."
"I'll say it did!"
Velvet felt the other woman's mouth moving on her toes. The
sucking produced the same result in her. She felt the tensing in
her belly, the quivering, electrical shocks from her cunt lips and
then the roaring sensations racing all the way up her legs,
through her ass and pussy, up her spine and ending in her brain.
Fireworks went off. She gasped and sobbed, crying openly,
feeling the salty tears leaving tracks down her cheeks. Rolling
over and over on the bed caused their pussies to slip and slide
across one another. This added to their arousal.
The coppery strands of Janet's bush tickled and teased at
Velvet's tiny clit. This was enough to make her come again. It
seemed to the woman that everything was getting her off.
She tried to cool down a little and figure out why. It might
have been the sheer perverted kinkiness of making love to another
woman. It turned out to be more fun than she had guessed, even in
her wildest, least inhibited fantasies. Janet was a perfect
partner, always seeming to understand what she needed - and when -
and giving it to her.
And she understood Janet's sexual needs. They were both women
and both knew intimately what turned a woman on. They had
themselves to use as a guide to getting each other hot.
Velvet started humping herself, feeling the slippery cunt
oils leaking from both their pussies mingle and grease her crotch.
The way her cunt lips parted and erotically kissed the other
woman's sex lips was dirty, perverted, and so lewd she could
hardly stand it.
She came again.
"I need more," she gasped as soon as she was able. Fire
leaked into her lungs with every breath. She had seldom been this
turned on by any man. She clung fiercely to Janet's slender calf
and kept the foot close in between her tits.
When Janet began diddling her nipples again with her toes,
Velvet let loose all the pent-up emotions she had locked inside
her and had one of the most intense comes of her life.
Everything blotted itself out for her. The woman's entire
body tensed and she shook as if she had been caught in a paint
mixer. She didn't even remember letting go of Janet's foot, but
when that foot reappeared at her pussy, the big toe dipping into
her cunt hole, she knew this was even better.
Janet fucked her with her big toe until Velvet thought she
would lose her mind from the intense sensations ripping through
her. It was a different sort of orgasm she got from this woman.
Not like that from a man's cock in her cunt at all.
She tried to compare them and finally gave up. Her mind was
too confused with sex, too jumbled and chaotic for clear thought.
She got a different type of orgasm from Janet. But it was only
different, not better. She loved both and the different feelings
they sent churning through her entire body.
A man's cock in her cunt fucking her was sheer heaven. There
wasn't anything to compare with it. Not this, not anything. And
having the soft, feminine attentions Janet gave her convinced
Velvet she had been missing a lot in her fucking.
This was good, too, damned good.
"No more, please, no more," she panted, sweat dripping from
her naked body and being absorbed by the bedspread.
"I've about had it, too," admitted Janet. "I hadn't intended
for anything like this to happen, but it did."
"It did and I'm not sorry," said Velvet, looking at the
woman. "I've never done anything like this before. But it's
great!"
Both turned, startled, when the door opened. Ben stood there,
a key in his hand. The expression on his face was unreadable.
For a long ten seconds, no one said anything.
Velvet finally gasped out, "Ben, it's not what you think."
"I know what it is. She got to you, too. Just like she did
to the other women."
Shocked Velvet turned and looked at a guilty Janet. Then she
understood.
Chapter 8
Velvet made an attempt to cover her wanton nakedness and then
decided not to bother. Ben had seen her naked. And it was
obvious what she and Janet had been doing. The expression on
Ben's face told her just about everything she needed to know.
"You mean that's what was breaking up your marriage?" asked
Velvet, shocked. "It was your wife playing around on you?"
"Not only that," the man said glumly, "she was fooling around
with other women. If she'd been getting a little on the side from
some other man - or men - I'd've had some idea how to fight back.
But she was sneaking out and screwing around with women. She'd a
goddamn lezzie, and now she's got to you, too!"
"Now wait just a goddamn minute!" flared Velvet. "That's not
the way it is at all. I'm not a lesbian. This was the first time
I'd ever . . ."
"So much the worse," cut in Ben. "She's actually perverting
you, ruining you for ordinary sex."
"I never found sex ordinary,"' said Janet quietly. Both
Velvet and Ben turned to look at her. She was sitting with a tiny
smile on her face. Velvet saw the woman was uneasy, distraught,
but she wasn't letting it totally blind her to what was happening
in the room.
"Then why'd you go running off to another woman's bed, for
Christ's sake?" demanded Ben. "I couldn't handle that. Another
man, well, I could have done something. But a woman? I couldn't
compete with a goddamn other woman."
"There was nothing wrong with you, Ben. I love you dearly,"
said Janet, "but I can't put it into words what I get with another
woman. A tenderness maybe, something I can't describe to you.
Maybe you felt it, Velvet!"
"I did," the dark-haired woman said slowly. "But Ben, it's
you who's being unreasonable. Do you think sex is dirty?"
"Huh? Of course not."
"Then why do you think sex between two women is so perverted?
Hell, I enjoyed it. It's fun!"
"But . . ."
"But he wasn't included. He feels left out," said Janet.
"I've thought and thought about this and that's about all I can
come up with."
"So why not invite him to join in? A threesome? Or have him
just watch. You go to porno movies, don't you, Ben?"
"Sure, Velvet, but what's that got to do with . . ."
"If you see nothing wrong watching people get it on at a
movie, why are you kicking about watching live action stuff in
your own bedroom? You can even participate if you get hot and
horny enough." Velvet sat back and cupped her tits in her hands.
She began massaging and squeezing them until the hard points of
her nipples sprang out between her fingers.
Ben watched and swallowed hard. It was obvious he was
getting turned on by the sight of Velvet playing with her ample
tits.
"She never asked," he said lamely.
"And because you didn't have the balls to ask her, you almost
broke up your marriage. What a crock of shit. I'm surprised at
both of you," exclaimed Velvet. "You're supposed to be able to
talk these things out. More! You're supposed to be able to work
them out."
For a long time they simply stared at one another. Then
Velvet saw that her self-fondling was having the effect on Ben
she'd figured it would. He was getting nervous and the bulge at
the man's crotch was growing. She guessed his cock was trying to
turn cartwheels inside there now, lurching and tumbling around,
wanting to bury itself in her lewdly exposed cunt.
She spread her legs a bit farther apart to give the man the
invitation. He wasn't stupid. He had to take her up on the
offer. Velvet was going to show these two that their jealousies
were all due to lack of communication. And she'd be their
translator!
"If you see something you like, ask for it," she said, her
fingers working down her body and moving to her twat. Spreading
her pink-hued cunt lips so that the man could see her damp cunt
hole, she leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows.
"Please pass the pussy," Ben said, smiling. Guiltily, he
glanced up at his wife. Janet smiled broadly and indicated that
he should help himself to that which was so freely offered.
Ben didn't hesitate. One instant Velvet was doing everything
she possibly could to get him to loosen up and the next second she
felt the blunt tip of his glans prodding between her puffy cunt
lips. She sobbed as he stroked forward. She felt herself going
weak and rubbery and loved the sensation.
"Oh, yes, Ben darling, that's where I want your fuck stick.
All the way up my cunt!"
He gasped as she squeezed down powerfully on the very tip of
his prick, then moved himself forward enough to sink into her
pussy another few inches. They were moving together now, their
hips grinding and fitting closer and closer.
"Is this a private party or can anyone join in?" asked Janet.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" asked Ben, dazed at the
immensity of what was happening.
Velvet picked up immediately on what should happen. She
called out, "Go on and let him eat your pussy out, Janet. That's
going to keep him quiet and let him concentrate on more important
things than talking."
"A good idea," the woman said. She stood and straddled
Velvet's trim body on the bed, her legs on either side of the
woman's hips. Janet thrust her bush forward so that Ben was able
to get the fragrant, crinkly, coppery nest shoved into his face.
"Ummm, good!" he cried out.
"Shut up and lick my cunt, damn you. Oh, yes, that's the way
I love it. You always did do this right, Ben. And don't stop
fucking Velvet. She's the one who deserves all we can give her."
Velvet wasn't complaining. She was in no position to
complain. She had fallen flat onto her back and lifted her ass up
off the bed to allow Ben to really get going with the fucking.
The smooth, even strokes in and out of her twat were driving her
right over the edge of orgasm. And all she had to do was look up
and see the wide-spread crotch of the other woman so wantonly
presented for the man's taste treat.
The way his pink, darting tongue surged back and forth across
the trembly cunt lips made Velvet even more excited. She was
thrilled with the feel of his thick manroot deep inside her, but
the sight of him eating out Janet at the same time added new
dimensions to fucking. Sight, sound, feel, everything came
together for her.
"Ummm, oh, I can't take it anymore! This is too fucking much
for meeee!" she shrieked. Never had she gotten off this fast on a
man's cock. He hadn't been fucking her all that long, but she was
coming and coming and coming.
Velvet realized part of it had to do with the fact that there
were three of them taking part. This was something different for
her, too. Just as fucking another woman had been exciting, so was
this. Only this seemed more arousing to her because it was both
familiar and wildly stimulating.
She shuddered and reached down to fondle the man's balls when
she heard the door opening again. Ben hadn't locked it behind him
when he'd come in. Either that or more than one person had keys
to the house.
"Shit," came the low exclamation, "have I ever got into the
wrong room."
Velvet cried out, "No, Tony, no! Don't leave! Join us.
Please, oh sweet Jesus, please join us. We need you in here, too!"
"An orgy," the young man mused. "God, I've never been
involved in one. I don't think I should."
"We want you," said Janet, gasping. "I need you," cried
Velvet. But it was Ben's "Get that damned ass of yours in here,"
that got Tony moving in the right direction.
Velvet was lost in a wonderland of sexual desires and
couldn't figure out how Tony got naked so fast. It might have
taken him hours for all she knew - or seconds. Whichever it was,
she saw a man standing right beside her, his half-erect cock less
than a foot away from her mouth.
She gave up trying to stimulate Ben's balls in favor of
reaching out and grabbing Tony's half-limp prick. She pulled the
organ toward her mouth and stuffed its flaccid length in as far as
it would go. Then she sucked for all she was worth.
Velvet's tongue danced over the quivering cock until she was
gasping with desire simply from that. The fucking going on down
lower still got her hot and pushed her desires to the breaking
point, but having a man's prick in her mouth while the fucking
went on thrilled her more than she would have thought possible.
Sucking harder produced the effect she wanted. His cock
hardened into a steely pillar of pulsating lust. She felt the
throbbing cock hot and hard against her lips. When she started
raking her pearly teeth over the sides of his shaft, the man
yelped and moaned loudly.
"You . . . you're going to make me get my rocks off too fast!
Don't do it like that. Let me enjoy your sucking mouth a while
longer. God, Velvet, you give the best head of any chick I ever
found!"
"If you're wanting something to take your mind off your cock,
why not tongue-fuck my ass," groaned out Janet. "I get off so
damn fast on that you wouldn't believe."
"I wouldn't believe any of this if someone told me," said
Tony. "And I'd never have believed I'd be taking part in a real
orgy. But I am, so dammit, I might as well go the whole way!"
He moved forward enough so that his prick still rested
between Velvet's satin, sucking lips, but could also reach the
curving white half-moons of Janet's asscheeks. His tongue flashed
out pink and hot and dipped down into the humid canyon between
those meaty globes.
The woman shrieked and came. She had a cunt full of tongue
fucking her and now another tongue dived down toward her tightly
clenched anus. When Tony's tongue penetrated her tightest passage
and began fucking up her asshole, she couldn't control herself.
Janet had to support her weight on Ben's shoulders. This
pushed the man down into the bed, which caused him to enter
Velvet's pussy at a slightly different angle. This got the
widespread woman off again, her orgasm causing the entire bed to
shake.
As she gasped and moaned, she sucked harder on Tony's cock.
They had formed a chain where anything happening to one affected
all of them. And it was the most delightful chain reaction in
history.
Velvet's tongue cradled Tony's incoming cock so that the most
sensitive portion of his prick rubbed along her rough, demanding
tongue. His hips had become too restless to simply allow him to
remain motionless. He was slowly, carefully fucking Velvet's
face, trying not to lose control and ram his cock all the way down
her throat.
But that's exactly what did happen to the young man.
Everything he did and saw and felt and heard came crashing down on
his senses and robbed him of his iron control. The idea of
tongue-fucking a woman's butt was new to him. The feel of his
pink, wet tongue sliding up Janet's clinging asshole turned him on
more than he would have thought possible. And the feel of her
silken-smooth asscheeks pressing into his face as he burrowed down
to tongue-fuck her butt was almost as much of a turn-on for him.
The real thrill came at the tip of his prick. Velvet's
tongue tried to force its way down the piss-slit. They both knew
this wasn't possible, but the attempt got them both so hot neither
could stop now.
Tony's hips took control and began the ages-old fucking
rhythm, driving his prick in and out of her mouth with more force
than he wanted to use. As a result, he felt the rubbery tip of
his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and surge down her
throat.
Velvet felt the thrust coming and swallowed, ready for the
thick plug of prick. The glans of his swollen cock passed her
tonsils and dived down her throat. She felt it lodged there,
pulsing and quivering with carnal need.
"Oh shiiit," the man grunted out. "This is too fucking much.
I can't take more of it."
"Then shut up and get back to tongue-fucking my behind,"
commanded Janet. "I've got Ben's tongue up my pussy and I need
yours up my back if I'm really going to get off in a big way."
Velvet guessed Tony returned to his tongue-fucking ways
because he shut up. But she was too lost in the sensations
ripping through her own body. Ben had begun fucking her with
quicker strokes now, parting her pussy and entering at different
angles. She was so turned on by the changing direction of his
incoming cock that she would have gotten off in a big way except
for the attention she lavished on Tony's prick. She was
distracted a little from the intense sexual pressures mounting in
her belly from the fucking.
Velvet felt the man's cock turning and twisting in her
throat. As she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbed up and down on
the cleft underside of his prick. This was the part that got the
man the hottest the fastest. She felt his cock swelling up even
more in her air passage. Cut off from breathing, she had to turn
her head away.
His cock slipped from her throat but his hips jammed it back
into her mouth. There wasn't any way she could keep him from
face-fucking her. And she didn't want to try!
Everything made her hotter and hotter about this. The feel
of Ben's cock alone would have gotten her off eventually. Having
Tony's prick placed so near her face made it natural for her to
give him a blowjob. And with Janet standing astraddle over her
waist, Velvet could see both men's tongues working on the other
woman's cunt and asshole.
The sights and feelings made her come - hard.
She shivered and quaked like a bowl of jello caught in an
earth tremor. Her cunt twitched and tightened around the thick
cock inside it and her lips similarly tensed into a perfect "O"
ring around the other man's prick.
She sucked and twitched and twisted her hips at the same
time. The motion was all it took to get Tony off. His prick
danced and jerked hard, then erupted, a creamy white spurt of jism
blasting into the woman's tonsils. She missed the first gout of
come. She pressed her tongue greedily against his spewing cock to
make sure she smeared all the tasty manseed she could over her
tastebuds.
Velvet savored the musky, salty taste, wallowing in the sheer
decadent joy of sucking off a man. All too soon, his prick
refused to fountain out any more of the come she so desperately
wanted. No amount of sucking could get him hard again. His prick
limply leaked from between her lips, a tiny trail of come dripping
across her chin.
And then she wasn't thinking about Tony anymore. She was
concentrating on her own desires, her own lusts. The way Ben
fucked her had changed drastically. He had been fucking smoothly,
easily, shoving his prick in balls-deep and immediately
retreating. He now shoved forward as hard as he could, as if
trying to rip her apart all the way to the chin.
This lifted Velvet up and off the bed. Her cunt lips were
spread lewdly around his incoming cock giving that thick pole the
most erotic kiss possible. She felt her own juices leaking from
her twat and running into her crack.
"Faster, Ben darling, fuck me faster!" she cried out. "I . .
. I'm so close. Don't stop now. Don't make me waaaaaaait!"
He picked up the tempo again. Every single thrust into her
softly yielding cunt lifted her fully off the bed. He ground
their crotches together into an erotic stew, then pulled back
quickly, only to repeat as fast as he could. The woman vaguely
guessed that Ben was close to coming but she was too engrossed in
her own emotions.
A puddle of molten lead formed in her belly. She was
trembling as if she had some sort of erotically inspired palsy.
And best of all, her cunt burned and throbbed with lust for the
man's cock. The fucking was about to get her off.
"More, oh, mooooore!" she begged. Then the words jumbled in
her throat and only incoherent trapped animal sounds came forth.
Velvet felt a wet, demanding mouth on her tits. She opened
her sex-fogged eyes and saw Tony sucking at her tits, licking
across her nipples and making her lungs feel as if filled with
liquid fire. She started to say how much she loved the feel of his
sucking mouth on her nipples and then she exploded in orgasm.
The young woman surged and soared on the hot winds of ecstasy
blowing across her senses. She arched her back and rotated her
cunt so that she could get even more of the man's prick into her
convulsing twat. He fucked fast enough to keep her poised on the
pinnacle of ultimate human desire longer than ever before.
But not even the combined efforts of the two men made it last
forever. Velvet sobbed and collapsed, almost exhausted. She
wasn't so tired, though, that she couldn't tense her pussy muscles
around the huge prick still fucking avidly into her pussy. And
this was all it took to get Ben off.
She felt the hot, sweet surge of his liquid come into her
cunt. It almost got her off again, but she was too drained
emotionally and physically for that to happen. She contented
herself with knowing that Ben's prick spewed forth its creamy load
longer than it ever had before. That meant she literally drained
his balls of their lead-heavy load.
She relaxed as soon as his prick dribbled from her cunt.
Looking up, she saw Janet's legs beginning to buckle. Velvet
reached up in time to grab a double handful of resilient assflesh.
She guided the other woman down so that Ben's mouth never left her
pussy.
Lewd sucking noises sounded as the man hungrily ate out his
wife's pussy, and then she stiffened and gasped out in climax.
She clutched fiercely at his head, pulling his face in even more
so that he wouldn't leave her in her moment of orgasm.
When they had finished the four exchanged glances. Ben
licked some of Janet's cunt oils off his lips. Velvet rubbed
across her still warm snatch, remembering what a great fucking it
had been. And she let the tip of her tongue snake out to trap the
tiny, drying droplet of come from Tony's prick.
"It was something new for all of us," said Velvet slowly.
"And I think you all agree that this is too good to simply do once
and then give up on. I'm all in favor of keeping this foursome
together and as sexually active as possible."
"I'll second that!" said Tony, his eyes sparkling.
Janet only smiled and Ben nodded slowly.
Velvet lay back on the bed and felt the warm afterglow of a
good fucking possess her totally. It had been a great evening.
Not only had she gotten all the sex she could handle, but Ben and
Janet were back together, their differences erased now.
It was a good feeling, damned good.
Chapter 9
The announcer said, "Tonight introduces a new format for our
station. The evening news will be presented by co-anchor persons
Velvet Larkin and Tony Sims."
The screen faded down and came up with the news logo, then
faded again to Velvet's smiling face.
"Welcome to the news at six. At the top is . . ." She read
through the news competently and well, getting her cues just right
and passing it along to Tony, who was a little more nervous, never
having been in front of the camera in this way before. But Velvet
worked well with him and her small experience as a weather
reporter helped them both. When the broadcast was over, Tony came
over and kissed her square on the lips.
"Wow, that's worth all the nervous strain to get!" she
exclaimed.
"It's worth it. God, were we ever great! This is going to
push the news ratings right up through the ceiling."
"The hell it will!" bellowed Williamson, storming over to
stand in front of them. He glared at the now not-so-happy couple,
turned and motioned away all the stage crew. The cameramen
smirked as they left. With Tony on the set, they didn't dare bait
Velvet like they had before. Now they knew that both Tony and
Velvet were going to be in for a world of trouble.
"I never authorized this!" shouted Williamson. "Where the
hell's that shithead Carlton? Ben, get your ass out here!"
Ben came out from the control booth, staring at the station
manager. "What's wrong with you, Walt?" he asked. "Why've you
got a hair up your ass all of a sudden?"
"All of a sudden I find my star newscaster has been fired and
these two upstarts put in his place. That's what's got me so
damned upset. Where do you get off firing Jim Elliot?"
"He showed up for work drunk once too often. I complained a
dozen times about it to you. And you said for me to take care of
it, so I did. I canned him this morning."
"And you put these two in his place? Hell, man, it'd take a
dozen of them to even come close to replacing an experienced man
like that."
"I doubt it. I got a rating off our service. We went up
three percentage points, gaining off both other stations. If this
trend keeps up, we'll have a show the sponsors will put
commercials on again."
"Don't give me any lip, you shithead."
"Don't call me names, Walt. I'm doing my job and doing it
well. I've got to be responsible for the programming and
directing and . . ."
"And you're fired. Out, dammit, out!"
Ben stood for a moment staring at the infuriated man, then
spun and stalked off without another word.
"Now wait a goddamn minute," blazed Tony. "It's true he put
us on without telling you, but he didn't have to. And we proved
ourselves tonight. Just because you hate my guts and are raping
Velvet doesn't mean you can put your own feelings ahead of the
good of the station."
Williamson exploded. "You're both fired! Goddammit, you'll
never find jobs anywhere again."
"You can't fire us, Mr. Williamson," said Velvet slowly, her
mind racing. She thought she had the details all straight. "We
signed a contract this morning when we were hired. It requires us
to put in no fewer than three months on the anchor position. If
you fire us, you have to pay us regardless!"
"Bullshit. I never signed any such paper."
"Ben did. And he was still working here then. He was
empowered to sign contracts for the station - and he did," said
Tony, rubbing it in.
Williamson's eyes narrowed as he said, "I know the type of
contract. If you read the fine print, it says I can't fire you,
but it doesn't say anything about leaving you on as anchor for the
news. I'll have you cleaning toilets the whole time till I can
fire your ass!"
"Fine," said Velvet. "We'll be the highest paid toilet
cleaners in the city. That contract is for a lot."
"How much?"
When Velvet told him, Williamson went pale. "I . . ." he
began, then sank down to support himself on the desk. "All
right," he said finally getting a rein on his emotions. "I'll
have you out on the streets reporting. And if you don't perform
the duties to my satisfaction, you're fired for nonperformance.
How's that grab you?"
"Fine," said Tony before Velvet could stop him. "We can
deliver any goddamn story you want."
"The city manager is going to go up on trial for
misappropriation of city funds. Get the dope on it and be ready
to present it tomorrow night for the news. If you don't, don't
bother even coming back. I'll mail your paycheck to you. And
your severance, too."
Williamson stomped off in the direction of his office,
leaving the pair on the now deserted set.
"He sure handed us a stacked deck," said Velvet. "That's an
impossible story. The District Attorney doesn't dare give out his
evidence before he takes the case to trial. It'd ruin his whole
case if it gets out."
"Yeah," said Tony, dejected. "Maybe I stuck my foot in our
mouths. There's no way we can deliver. And if we do, the city
manager will probably get off scot free. I want to see that clown
up the river for a long time for what he's done to the city."
"Let's get on it. We might be able to do something."
"What?"
"I don't know. But I know where we can get some first rate
advice," Velvet said, smiling at her idea. "He'll be more than
willing to help us out. Come on."
"So," said Ben, "it's not all that bad. The DA has to take
his case in tomorrow, but the defense probably knows most of it
anyway. There aren't going to be any surprises. You just go on
and get the story. Show that bastard you can deliver."
"Thanks for the advice, Ben," said Tony. "But we need more."
"I don't work for the station anymore. He fired me."
"I know, Ben," said Velvet, her slender fingers imploringly
clutching at his sleeve. "We need you. Williamson's going to can
us as soon as he can find a good reason. Whether it's this story
or the next, it doesn't matter. But he'll get us."
"But you want to go out in a blaze of glory, is that it?"
chuckled Ben. "All right. I'll use my connections to get you an
appointment with the DA. That's the least I can do. But I'd love
to see Williamson's face when you air the news tonight. God, would
I ever!"
"We'll have it videotaped for you," promised Tony.
Ben didn't hear. He was already speaking urgently on the
phone, his voice low. Then a slow smile spread across his lips
and he said to Velvet, "Get that perky ass of yours up to the DA's
office right now. You can squeeze in a few minutes. And good
luck!"
Tony and Velvet made it to the District Attorney's office in
record time and immediately ran into a snag. The secretary seemed
to think they should wait.
Sitting and chafing at the delay, Velvet leaned over and
spoke to Tony quietly. "Remember how we worked it with the bank
president and the cashier?
"Sure!"
"Same thing'll go here. Except you can get into the act.
That poor girl is simply starved for affection. Go lavish some on
her. Who knows? You might get lucky."
"Being with you is luck enough," he said, rising and going to
the woman. Velvet watched for a few minutes as the secretary
blushed, then smiled shyly. Within another five, Tony and the
secretary left, mumbling something about getting a cup of coffee.
Velvet didn't hesitate. She was through the door and into
the DA's office in a flash.
The man looked up, startled. He put down the dictating
microphone and asked, "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm Velvet Larkin. Ben called and said you'd see me."
"When I was ready. Not instantly. Hell, you're not . . ."
The man's voice trailed off as Velvet came across the room. She
had unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse. As she swung
across the room another came undone. Her lavish tits swelled up
white and delectable, threatening to come tumbling out at any
instant. That caught the man's eye.
Velvet perched on the edge of the desk, one of her slender,
well-formed legs swinging so that he could see it clearly. As she
crossed her legs, she gave him a glimpse all the way up to her
crotch. The way he swallowed hard told her the battle was half-
won. Now all she needed to do was melt his resolve a little more.
"The case against the city manager is going to be a big one
politically. There's no reason why you shouldn't get all the
coverage possible on it."
"And you want an, uh, an exclusive?" the man mumbled,
obviously more interested in seeing if Velvet would recross her
legs in the other direction.
She did.
"It won't hurt. The defense knows what you've got. You
always prepare a good case. And the public should know what a
great job you're doing. It is election year, after all, and this
could be a real boost to you for reelection."
"Yeah, it could," said the DA. "Uh, look, Miss, uh . . ."
"Just call me Velvet."
"Velvet," he said, allowing the name to roll off his tongue.
His eyes darted back and forth from her stocking-clad legs to her
tits, still bobbling about and almost ready to come bursting forth
from her blouse. "I shouldn't give it to just anyone."
"I'm not just anyone," she said, leaning forward. This time
her tits did come spilling out. "Oh, my!" she said with coy alarm.
"Would you help me? I seem to be in some trouble."
"Help?" he said dully. She reached out and took his hands
and pulled them to her tits. The feel of his hands closing on her
boobs sent shivers of delight through her chest. She sighed
deeply and moved closer to the DA.
"So nice," she cooed. "I could spend the rest of the day
like this. But I can't, not really."
"Why not?"
"Because my poor little pussy is so hungry. It needs to be
fed."
"Your pussy? Your pet?"
Velvet laughed and moved even closer, her feet resting on
either arm of the man's chair. She kept his hands moving all over
her tits, fondling them, crushing the life out of them, making
them quiver with the promise of more to come.
"Not my pet. My pussy. My pussy needs to be fed. And it's
carnivorous. It only likes meat, manmeat, and lots of it. I bet
you could feed it, couldn't you?"
She opened her legs even more causing her skirt to hike up.
She wiggled on the desk and got the fabric under her ass. This
wantonly exposed her snatch to the man. He couldn't take his eyes
off the bikini briefs she wore. They were bright red and made
from flimsy nylon material that could be seen through. Her dark
furry bush poked above the top and her pink, damp pussy lips were
outlined by the thin fabric.
"God, for that I'd give away any secret in my safe!" the man
exclaimed.
"I only want what you're going to be making public tomorrow.
Nothing more," she said softly. "Why don't you just get those
nasty old panties out of the way? We'd both like that a lot,
wouldn't we?"
"Hell, yes!" the man exclaimed. He pulled one of his hands
free from the warm, white tit it had been clutching and grabbed a
pair of scissors from the desk.
Velvet shivered as he ran the cold metallic edge along the
soft inside of her thigh. She gasped as he snipped and took the
fabric between the blades. Another snip and her pussy was exposed
totally.
She bent forward, keeping her feet on the arms of his chair,
and got his zipper yanked down. His prick stood up at attention,
proud and eager for the challenge.
Velvet didn't hesitate. Her legs slipped down on either side
of the man's hips and she knelt on his chair, her pussy brushing
the tip of his jutting prick.
"Go on, put it in. I want to feel it inside me," she urged.
He reached down and got hold of his prick, maneuvered it into
the right place and then said, "Down. You've got to lower
yourself down onto it. I need . . . oh my God!"
Velvet would have cried out, too, but the shock of feeling
that prick surge into her wet, seething hot pussy was almost too
much for her. She was robbed of speech, but it didn't matter.
Her pussy was saying all the things she wanted to say. And the
man's cock was speaking for him.
They wanted each other. That was obvious. She felt his cock
trembling and dancing lustily inside the tightness of her dripping
pussy. Her cunt walls tensed and gripped down feverishly on him
until she thought she could just sit there straddling the man's
waist and get off.
But this wasn't enough for the DA.
"Move, dammit," he urged. "Fuck yourself. I can't move my
hips as long as you've got me pinned in this chair."
She leaned forward even more, shoving her tit into his mouth.
She didn't want him talking, not now. She wanted the most
stimulation he was capable of giving her.
When he started sucking on her tit, she gasped and almost
came. The feel of his mighty cock pulsating in her pussy and the
wet, sucking mouth moving all over the crest of her jug made her
shake like a leaf in a high wind. Velvet knew she was blushing,
but it didn't matter. They were both too far gone in the throes
of their own desire to let anything stop them.
She worried briefly about the morality of using sex to get
her story. This seemed cheap to her and yet she was in a big
bind. Williamson had forced her to fuck him. If she had wanted
to go out and starve, without a job and without money, she could
have. Letting him have his way with her was less of a loss of
self-esteem than not being able to succeed at the job she had
wanted for so long.
This wasn't much different, she decided. She could flaunt
her sex and get the story. The difference was in how much she
enjoyed it. The DA wasn't a bad-looking man. A touch of grey
tinged his hair and gave him a distinguished appearance. The size
of his prick filling her pussy told her it was going to be good
for both of them, too.
"More, give me more of that mouth all over my titties, "she
sobbed out.
He obeyed her instantly. He tried to take an entire breast
into his mouth. Her boob was too large for that and he left ugly
red streaks behind on the soft white flesh where his teeth cut in.
But she thrilled to the sensation.
The teeth aroused her and caused more blood to pound into her
tits. The nipples cresting the tips of her jugs pulsed with a
sexual power she hadn't realized lay within her. Any second she
expected her boobs to explode.
His tongue tormented her, licking and rolling the tiny
buttons of her nipples in erotic circles. His hands reached around
and pulled her ass-cheeks apart. And his cock! It thrust boldly
all the way up into her twat giving her a feeling of completeness.
"Fuck yourself," he grated out around a mouthful of titflesh.
"You're the one able to move. So move, dammit, move and get it
on!"
His finger probed up into her asshole to urge her along. The
way his prick jerked and danced in the tight berth of her pussy
was more than enough to make her hips lift up and away from his
groin.
She shuddered as his cock left. The vacuum formed behind
that piston of manflesh was almost dragging her guts out. She
couldn't wait to get his prick back inside her where it belonged.
Tiny fires danced along the entire length of her fuck tunnel and
she had to stroke them, build them, get them going into raging
conflagrations.
As soon as only the purple-knobbed tip of his cock remained
between the damp lips of her pussy, she paused, got her hips back
into position and then lunged downward again. She cried out as
his prick forced its way up into her deepest recesses.
The folds of her pussy straightened under the impact of his
racing prick. She felt her resilient cunt walls straining to
expand to take the huge rod. And then she relaxed a little and
felt nothing but the pulsating warmth from his virile cock.
She repeated the process. Lifting off his crotch, feeling
his prick slip from her cunt, then tease and torment her cunt
lips. When she jammed her hips down again, she felt the fires she
had been carefully nurturing come totally alive. They burned with
a frantic need now. She had to stroke those carnal blazes until
they consumed her. Nothing less would do.
Velvet pumped up and down on the man's fuck pole, stroking
and twisting her hips and turning every way she could for the
maximum stimulation. The man's mouth continued to nurse greedily
at her tits and his hands fondled her buttocks and guided her so
that the fucking was even more potent than if she had been doing
it solely on her own.
"Now, oh yes, nooooow!" she moaned out.
His fingers tightened like steel bands on her ass as she
came. The entire length of his prick was safely berthed in her
hot sheath of female flesh as she came. She felt every single
contour of that cock as her pussy walls collapsed around it.
Straining, struggling to breathe, lost in the throes of intense
orgasm, she exploded.
Fucking herself as fast as she could, the girl couldn't get
enough. Her demanding cunt sucked and pulled at his prick. She
felt his entire length begin to stiffen even more, expanding to
the point where she was sure he would spew out his jizz at any
second. The man's control was as solid as a rock. Even though he
was on the brink of coming, he held off.
This allowed her to fuck herself even more.
Velvet stayed balanced on the knife edge of orgasm longer
than she would have thought possible. Her wild movements caused
the swivel chair to squeak ominously but being thrown to the floor
didn't enter her mind.
"My balls," he panted. "They feel like a pressure cooker. A
cooker without a safety valve! God, I'm going to explode!"
"Not yet!" she begged. "Hang on for a while longer. Oh, I
need this, I need it so baaaaad!"
She came.
Her world spun crazily as the ice and iron grip of climax
smashed down on her tender young body. She felt the man's mouth
pulling her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with the tip
of his rough, wet tongue. The sensations from that lanced down
into her chest and slowly sifted down to her belly.
The manhandling he gave her buttocks produced a different
sort of arousal for her. It was more gentle, more seductive, more
insidious. She hardly realized it was stimulating her at all
until the feelings wormed their way up her spine and settled like
melted butterscotch in her stomach.
And the thickness of his cock spread her cunt walls to the
breaking point. Her juices slackened his cock enough so that
there was only excitement as she fucked herself on his cock, but
the sensations ripping into her belly were sharp, intense. She
felt as if every electric surge of entry was tearing her apart.
All these met in her belly and planted an atomic bomb. When
she tossed her head back and felt her lustrous hair flowing around
her bare shoulders, stroking and tantalizing her, she came again.
There was no holding back the intensity of her feelings now.
"Aieeeee!"
"Not so damned loud," he panted. "My secretary will hear."
"No, she won't," Velvet told him. But she couldn't explain
why not. That was too complex for her right now. She was reduced
to animal level responses. Total joy seized her body and held it
in a vise-grip.
And she loved every instant of it.
She began tightening her cunt muscles to clamp down firmly on
his mighty piston of cock-flesh. There was an immediate response.
The man gasped and began fucking upwards into her twat, actually
lifting her off the chair with every powerful thrust.
"Can't hang on any longer. Just can't," he complained.
He fucked faster and deep and then spilled his seed into her
eagerly awaiting loins. Her pussy clutched even harder at his
buried prick, milking it and sucking hard at the juices
fountaining out. She came again just as the last of his jism
pumped into her cunt.
She sagged forward, the man's face buried between her tits.
He licked slowly up the deep canyon and then kissed her full on
the lips.
"This is a hell of a trade," he said finally. "The fuck of
my life for something that'll be public knowledge tomorrow
anyway."
"Screw the information. Let's do it again," she said
breathlessly. And Velvet meant it. Her pussy hummed with desire
now, begging for another fucking like the one she'd just gotten.
The DA laughed. "A fuck like that in a week keeps me happy
now. But God, do I ever wish I could oblige you."
He lifted her easily off the chair and let her get her feet
under her. The long, silken dress flowed down and hid her naked
gash. The man sighed, obviously hating to lose sight of such a
lovely territory all decked out in crinkly furred bush. He zipped
himself up and went to the files, took one out and dumped it on
his desk.
"There it is. I'm going out for coffee. When I get back
I'll expect to find the file intact on my desk. And don't look at
it," he added, winking. He turned and left.
Velvet didn't waste a second opening the file and copying out
the information she needed for her television report. This was a
banner day for her.
A major news scoop and one of the best fuckings she'd ever
gotten.
Chapter 10
"More tomorrow evening on this major news-making story," said
Tony. Velvet smiled at him from off-camera. The story had been
great. There was no doubt that dozens of people around City Hall
were scurrying for cover, trying to protect their own asses now
that the evidence against the city manager was in the open.
Velvet signed off and immediately threw her arms around Tony,
kissing him on the lips.
"Great stuff, Velvet," he said after they'd finished the
kiss. "And the story wasn't bad either."
She laughed delightedly. This was the type of thing she had
hoped to do all through college. To go out and land the big
stories, to make them ready for the public and crack down on the
crooked politicians. And she was doing it on television!
"Let's go celebrate. I figure it'll take an hour or so for
the ratings to come in on the show, but with the lead-ins we gave
it during the soap operas this afternoon, we probably had a hell
of a big audience."
"They tuned in just to ogle you," laughed Tony. "The men's
tongues would be hanging out and the women would all hate and envy
you at the same time. You're gorgeous!"
"Hold it, you two," came Williamson's cold voice. They
turned and saw the station manager standing in the doorway.
"What is it?"
"I didn't like the format at all. All wrong. I'm going to
downgrade both of you for imcompetence."
"But you'll still have to pay us what Ben agreed on. We've
got the contracts, remember." Tony was feeling too good to let a
shit-for-brains like Williamson bug him now.
The station manager's words chilled both Tony and Velvet.
"I read the fine print. If I think you're doing a sloppy
job, that's grounds for firing. But I'm not going to do that.
I'm just downgrading you both to scripters."
"You mean you don't want us to do anything but write the copy
that someone else's already put together?"
"Just pretty it up, keep the grammar close to conversational
and that's all. And I don't have to pay you those inflated
salaries this way, either. You're both on minimum wage again."
"But . . ."
Velvet's protest fell on deaf ears. The man had gone off,
chuckling to himself.
"Is he for real?" asked Tony, stunned. "Can he do that?"
"He's been with the station lawyer all afternoon," said
Velvet. "While we were out busting our butts to get this story,
he's been plotting how to get rid of us. Yeah, I'll bet that
everything he says is possible. Legal, even. You know contracts.
They're for screwing the people who can't afford a high-priced
lawyer."
"We'll fight," raged Tony. "We can go to the college and get
someone out of the law clinic."
"Those are students, Tony," said Velvet. "Against an
experienced lawyer they wouldn't have a chance. No, we've got to
fight back in a different way. Not play Williamson's game. We've
got to figure out a way of playing out this so we'll win."
"Good luck. Come on, let's go and get drunk."
"And screw?" she added, smiling.
"Not a bad idea, now that you mention it."
"Go on, Tony, and I'll join you in a while. I've got an idea
that just might keep us around for a while - in jobs we can
stomach."
"You're not going to let that sack of shit fuck you, are
you?"
"No, that's over. He just uses people. His promises don't
mean a damned thing. No, I've got another idea. Now you run
along and I'll meet you in an hour or so."
"Okay. But don't be much longer. I've got a lot of nervous
tension to work off - and I'll bet you do, too."
Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't
want to tell him her pussy still had a warm feeling in it from the
fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as
pleasurable to get as that one, she would be a top reporter in
nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.
Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing
the right thing. Then she decided that things couldn't be worse.
If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson
would have both her and Tony chewed up and spat out before she
knew it.
Velvet knocked on Mr. Power's door, hardly expecting him to
be in at this time of the evening. She had never seen the man.
Few of the "hired help" around the station had. Rumors had it he
only spoke with God - and then only if God had made an
appointment.
"Come in," came a querulous voice. Velvet took a deep breath
and went in, not knowing what to expect. The man behind the desk
wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties,
perhaps, starting to go bald and not caring about it.
Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It
accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told her this wasn't a
man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and
fighting and yet there was something about him that attracted her
greatly.
"I'm Velvet Larkin," she started. He cut her off.
"I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?"
"So I'm not the sexpot on the evening news any more. The
station manager demoted both Tony Sims and me to copywriters."
"So?"
"So it's not fair." She saw this had no effect at all on the
man. And then she knew what would. "It's losing your audience
ratings. We've had two of the top stories of the year. Ones we
ferreted out on our own. We're young, attractive and we can build
up the audience. That gets you reporters. You had a lush
anchoring the news. We can do better - if we have the chance."
"Why'd Williamson bounce you?"
"Personal reasons. He'd been fucking me, blackmailing me
into it. He said he'd fire me from the weather position if I
didn't put out. When Ben Carlton promoted me up and I delivered,
he made me co-anchor. Williamson fired Ben and now he's trying to
get rid of me."
"He fired Ben?" Powers wrinkled his forehead, deep in
thought. "I hadn't heard that. A mistake. So what do you want
me to do?"
"You own the station. All the real power comes from here.
Do something or you're going to lose every sponsor you've got on
the news."
"Not likely, but gaining more would be nice. Making money is
always nice. But what are you willing to do to make me overrule
Williamson? Would you let me fuck you?"
"No," said Velvet. "I've been that route and it is
degrading. Better to be out sitting on the curb than to put out
for someone simply to keep a job."
"Did you fuck Ben?"
"Yes," she said without hesitation. "We were attracted to
each other. We still are. He's back with his wife and we all get
along fine. But that's personal and none of your business."
Powers laughed. "I can't remember when anyone had the balls
to tell me something wasn't my business. And I like you being
honest. Hate it when people sneak around lying their fool heads
off." He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his
head and stretching like a lithe, trim cat. "Tell me, am I
attractive to you?"
"Yes!"
"You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You
realize that I'd be stupid in a business sense to ever go to bed
with you."
"Business and pleasure don't mix, is that it?"
"That's it. Look, Ms. Larkin, I'll look into all this and
get back to you. Why don't you just run along and let me get to
work."
Velvet started to speak but the man's attention had returned
to a stack of papers in front of him. Without another word, she
turned and left. Finding Tony in the bar was the only thing left
for her in the world.
She and Tony spoke of all sorts of things but she kept coming
back to the discussion with Mr. Powers. "I just wouldn't put out
for him. And he seemed to accept that," she said. "I've had it
being forced into fucking just to keep my job. Never again."
"That's the burden you have to bear for being so
heartachingly beautiful," said Tony. "Look at me. My hand's
shaking just thinking about you. What you do to a man should be
illegal."
Velvet smiled wanly and said, "Illegal? How illegal?"
Her hand crept under the table and up the man's leg. She
found his crotch and the bulge growing there and started massaging
it. His cock lurched and rumbled in lust by the time she had
worked herself up enough to say, "Let's go somewhere and get it
on. I need it after today."
"God, I can't wait. Into the men's john. We'll fuck there!"
The idea struck her as so kinky she didn't even try to argue.
Her pussy was churning now, turning her crotch sopping wet with
the cunt sauce leaking from her insides. They got up and went
back to the men's restroom. A furtive glance to see if anyone
noticed and then they were inside.
Tony latched the door and immediately kissed her, his hands
trying to stroke over every single square inch of her flesh all at
once.
"God, Tony, I'm hot. I'm burning up inside wanting you.
Finger-fuck me and then really fuck me with your cock. Oh, ummmm,
yeah, that's what I need!"
His hands had lifted her skirt up around her waist. Pulling
down her panties had taken just an instant. She kicked free of
them and widened her stance so that he could get either finger or
cock into her seething hot fuck channel.
His finger reamed her out. By the time his hand was drenched
in her oily juices, she was ready for anything.
And so was Tony.
"I'm not going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours," he
told her. "I've got a better idea?"
"Huh?" She was so lost in the wonderland of sensation
coursing through her that she hardly understood what he was
saying. He spun her around so fast she lost her balance.
She reached out and grabbed the edge of the wash basin, bent
into an L-shape, her ass jutting backwards. As the man's hands
spread her asscheeks and she felt his hot, thick cylinder of lust
plunging into that deep canyon, she knew what he was going to do.
"No , Tony, don't fuck me up the asshole! I . . . I've never
had a man up there before. It . . . ummm, ohhhh!"
He didn't ram all the way up into her rectum. The glans of
his prong edged into the anus and banged away gently, trying to
open it up before surging all the way up her back. Even with this
gentle approach, she felt some pain. But the way he had greased
his prick with her own thick lubricants allowed him to inch into
her tightest passage.
She felt her anal sphincter muscle slowly expanding. Then it
gave up the battle altogether. He sank a couple more inches into
her bowels. She shrieked and moaned, sweat pouring off her body.
But there wasn't any pain now. It had been replaced by a stark,
raw animal lust that she'd never experienced before. The feel of
his cock resting against the walls of her shit chute made her feel
lusty, strong, totally feminine and wanton at the same time.
"Fuck me good," she begged now. "Ram it in. I can take it.
Really I can!"
His hands gripped her around the waist. He pulled her
backwards slightly as his hips levered forward. Inch after
tantalizing inch of his prick sank into her hot, clinging asshole.
When she felt his balls wetly swinging against her cunt lips, she
knew he was buried to the hilt up her rear.
The way his cock danced and throbbed inside her asshole made
her think millions of fire-ants had invaded her body and nipped at
her most delicate flesh. But it wasn't painful. It aroused her
more and more. She clutched fiercely at the porcelain wash basin
for support.
"Fuck me now. Don't just let it rest there. Tear me up with
that fuck stick of yours!"
The entry had given her a little pain. As the man retreated
from the hot, tight berth, Velvet thought she would go out of her
skull. The vacuum formed in her guts threatened to pull her
inside out. A lewd sucking noise sounded as the head of his cock
left her ring of clinging anal muscle.
He didn't hesitate. He rammed back into her, faster than the
first insertion. And he rotated his hips slightly to give her a
corkscrewing motion. She felt her rectal walls try to hang on to
that twisting, turning prick. He stirred her up inside more and
more, then pulled out again.
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.
Tony and Velvet laughed all the way out of the bar.
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 occured 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! Willianison 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 bar! 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."
All the crew had been changed. Larry and his friends had
been transfered to the daytime programming while new hands ran the
cameras for the evening shift. Tony sat and let the makeup man
put the last touches on before they went on the air.
"With Ben running things, it is sure a lot nicer. Giving us
free rein is nice. We'll come up with some dynamite stuff for
him."
"Where is he?"
"Damned if I know. Haven't seen Janet around, either. I
guess they're off celebrating somewhere. Maybe the four of us can
get together to celebrate even more after the show."
Velvet felt her pussy churn and boil at the thought of the
four of them getting it on again. They made a matched set.
Whenever one of them was horny, at least one of the others would
be willing and able to do something about it.
She still hadn't been able to reconcile her new status around
the station. She was treated with respect now and it wasn't
simply because she slept with the boss - and his wife. Velvet fit
in now and everyone knew she did a good job. That was enough.
"Five seconds to air," came the voice from the booth.
Velvet and Tony sat behind the huge desk and stared into the
camera. Velvet shuffled her papers and got ready for the
introduction when she saw a slight movement under the desk. She
turned and looked as she heard Tony moan.
Janet had crawled under the desk, had run down the man's
zipper and was playfully fondling his prick. And all this seconds
before they went on the air!
The other woman hungrily forced the limp prick into her mouth
and sucked noisily on it. Velvet had the opening story and read it
a little louder than necessary to keep the carnal, obscene sucking
sounds from being picked up by her microphone. When it came
Tony's turn to read a story, she almost broke out laughing. He
was red in the face and struggling to keep from squirming all over
his chair. Janet's eager mouth worked avidly on the tip of his
prick, licking and sucking, giving him the best head possible in
the cramped quarters.
Velvet had to laugh as Tony's stiff cock jerked from Janet's
mouth for a moment. The woman pressed closer, her tongue prying
his hairy balls out of his pants. She licked across them, then
sucked the entire sac into her mouth.
Velvet saw her gently gnawing on his balls and realized Tony
wasn't going to be able to keep going much longer. She nodded to
the director to shift back to her. She'd let them get it on and
read one of Tony's stories. After all, she wasn't engaged in oral
sex under the desk.
She wasn't, that is, when she signalled. As the camera
switched back to her she felt a rough, damp tongue working its way
up the inside of her thigh. Trying to close her legs tightly
didn't work. Strong, masculine hands pushed her legs obscenely
wide. Hot panting breath crossed her snatch and gusted through
her bush.
"I like it when a chick doesn't wear panties," came Ben's
voice from under the table. "That makes pussy-eating all the
easier."
She didn't dare answer. The camera was on her. The tables
had been turned. While Tony still struggled to keep a straight
face, amusement at her predicament was part of his strain now.
Ben's mouth moved ever closer to her snatch, licking and lightly
nipping at her tender flesh.
His tongue raked along the puffy ridges of her labia, then
parted her sex lips enough to dip into her cunt. She shivered as
if she were cold. His tongue speared into her twat and wiggled
against the liquid walls.
She stammered through her story and pleadingly looked over at
Tony, hoping he would be able to take some of the strain off her.
He didn't. Janet's mouth was too firmly fixed on the end of his
cock for that. She sucked so hard that her cheeks went hollow
under the strain.
Velvet could see her jaws working and knew she was using her
tongue against the tip of his prick, teasing the tiny flap of
flesh dangling under the head and maybe even trying to stuff her
oral organ down the tiny hole at the end of his cock. No matter
what she did with her tongue, she turned the man on a lot.
"Keep reading," came Ben's stern voice from her snatch.
"You're on the air. You don't want millions of people to know
you're getting your pussy eaten out, do you?"
She didn't. And yet she could hardly restrain the feelings
rampaging through her body. The feel of his rough tongue slipping
in and out of her cunt hole was almost enough to make her come.
She fought down that intense tide of passion.
If she got off on the air, she couldn't hide it. She'd scream
and moan and say something that would have the FCC down on her in
a flash. Velvet couldn't even tell Ben to stop.
How could she possibly say, "Get that fucking tongue out of
my cunt" when her microphone picked up every single word?
Ben's mouth pressed even closer. His nose duelled with her
clit while this tongue fucked in and out of her slackened cunt.
He touched all the right spots along her fuck tunnel. She felt
the sexual tensions mounting inside her until she felt like a
string pulled so taut it would snap at any second.
Just as she gasped out something lewd and not for the air,
they switched her mike off and went back to Tony. She panted
harshly. That alone would have sent static over the airwaves.
But she gasped and moaned aloud now, not caring if the man's
microphone picked it up. She had to cry out her passions.
She had to!
And she couldn't. She didn't dare do it.
Ben licked from the fluid opening of her cunt up to her clit.
He teased that tiny little organ until it was straining and erect.
Sucking it into his mouth, he tormented it until she did come.
She stifled the loud cries she normally shrieked at the top of her
lungs, then decided the only way to get back at the man was to
fight fire with fire.
Kicking off one of her shoes, she moved her foot to his
crotch.
"Get your cock out," she said in a low whisper.
He obeyed her, joining in with her idea of revenge. She
curled her toes around his prick and began stroking up and down
its turgid length. Velvet thought of how she'd tweaked Janet's
nipples using her toes, and how the other woman had done that in
turn for her. The thick stem of Ben's cock was easier to move
against.
She got her other shoe off and held his cock firmly between
her toes. The throbbing, virile warmth of his cock sent shivers
up and down her spine. And with his head in her lap, his face
buried in the fragrant nest of her bush, they were both lost in an
erotic playground.
Tony was giving another story now. She saw that he had taken
her silent lead and was toe-fucking Janet's naked cunt. The
silvery froth from that overflowing pussy dribbled down the sides
of the man's foot and greased the entry for his big toe. Janet
was smiling around the thick stalk of manmeat jutting from her
mouth.
All four of them were giving as much as they were getting.
But the strain was definitely on both Tony and Velvet.
She had never thought her first night back in the co-anchor
spot would seem this long. She'd been uptight over it, but only
from nerves. Those were long forgotten. Now all she hoped for
was to get through the news without saying something - or doing
anything on the air - that would get her tossed in jail.
Live Action Sex News. She could see that as a headline for
the newspapers if the cameras ever swung around to the side and
showed Janet sucking so avidly on Tony's cock and Ben eating out
her cunt.
She gasped again as the man's tongue swirled around her go-
button, surged up the side of the clit, toyed with it for a second
and then worked back along her fluttering sex lips. He didn't
tongue-fuck her this time, though. He pushed lower, across her
ridged perineum and to her asshole.
"Not there!" she cried out loud. The camera crew jumped,
thinking she was talking to them. A hurried consultation among the
men caused the cameras to be repositioned.
She was too lost to stop them. Ben's tongue probed and
pushed into her asshole.
Velvet had never felt hornier than she did now. Oral sex got
her hot for cock. But she wouldn't get any more cock than was
twitching powerfully between her toes. She moved her feet
quickly, getting the man harder and harder even as his tongue
reamed out her ass.
The sudden spurt of hot jism all over her feet made her come.
She'd gotten him off. Velvet had to fight down the obvious
effects of her own orgasm. She saw Tony shaking as his prick
spurted out come into Janet's sucking mouth.
She came again just a second before the camera swung back to
cover her. The tongue buried up her asshole was almost more than
she could stand. Now that she was back on the camera, there
wasn't a way in hell she could stop Ben.
"We try to get to the bottom of the news," she said slowly,
forcing the words to come out right. "Stay tuned to this station
for the lowdown on all that's happening, no matter where, no
matter to whom. Just remember, we deliver more than just word of
mouth!"
The camera light winked off and Velvet shrieked out loud.
Her entire body was wracked by her orgasm. Left weak and drained,
she slipped down in her chair, draping her legs over Ben's
shoulders so he could get his mouth back onto her snatch.
"Go on, you son of a bitch. Eat!" she said.
But Velvet wouldn't have had it any other way. She and Tony
had made it. She and Tony and Ben and Janet. The four of them
were a team now and that team was unstoppable. Whether it was
reporting the news or far-out sex, they delivered!
The End
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