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BEE-5797 Her Driving Desires by Roger Hurtwell

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. "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 high school 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, dueling with it. But
the pressure forced her back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s yours, Ben. Go on, tongue-fuck my pussy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on, Velvet, fuck yourself. You set the speed and tempo and I’ll do
the rest."

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

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

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

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

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

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 intimate 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 hi