Roger Hurtwell

Her Driving Desires

BEE-5797

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 his cock swell to heroic proportions inside her. When he spilled his jism into her agitated cunt, she came again. Together, they moaned and rocked through a mutual, all-consuming orgasm. Even after his prick began to turn flaccid, she could hardly believe its size. He got her off one more time with his cock hardly more than a dead, fat worm.

«God, you're great,» she sighed, lounging back on the money. The look on the man's face told the story. He thought she was something, too.

What he said surprised her and made Velvet smile.

«I told you everything, didn't I? Please don't let anyone know where you got the information. They'd fire me. My wife and kids. My job, God, it'd all be gone in a flash if anything even hinted that I'd told you about the embezzlement.»

Velvet had to shift mental gears to get back to the reason for her being in the bank vault in the first place. The fucking had been great, but she had learned what she needed to know. The woman's mind slowly worked over the details of the embezzlement the man had told her while she was sucking his cock. It all fit into a nice, orderly, damning picture.

The bank president would be sent up for a zillion years after she and Tony aired the story.

She'd gotten what she had come for – and a lot more. Hungrily, even greedily, the woman's gaze feasted on the sight of the still huge organ dangling between the cashier's thighs. But that part of the story was over. Regrettably so, for Velvet had never felt anything better in her young life.

Chapter 6

». . . and that's the latest on the bank scandal. Good evening,» said Velvet, putting the papers down in front of her on the desk. She heaved a huge sigh of relief as the red light on the camera winked off, indicating she was no longer on the air.

«Great stuff!» cried Tony, coming over to pump her hand. He bent over and kissed her then. «Great stuff. We're going to get awards all over the place for that story. God, breaking a major banking scandal before even the newspapers got it! Wow!»

Velvet felt all of Tony's elation and more. She had proven herself. The pair of them had gotten the story, but she was the one who had ferreted out the real source of the information. The cashier's information had been accurate in every detail. Indictments against the bank president were pending as a result of their expose.

Her hands trembled with the excitement as she leaned back in the chair. The hot lights caused part of the perspiration on her face; the rest was from nervous strain of presenting the story.

«We showed them, didn't we, Tony?» she asked.

«We're a team, Velvet. We'll be able to go out and really dig into what's happening out there. Camera crews and everything. Live action stuff. There's not going to be anything or anyone to stop us. We'll be another Huntley-Brinkley team. We'll be . . .» Tony was cut off by the entrance of the station manager.

Velvet felt herself tensing. She hardly expected to hear words of praise from Williamson. Their success had shot down his ideas of getting rid of them.

«Hi, Mr. Williamson,» said Tony brightly. «We college kids sure came through for you this time, didn't we? Bet this series had the highest news rating in the history of this town!»

«Not bad,» the man grudgingly replied. «Could be better. You need more practice at this kind of reporting.»

«Not bad? Hell, man, it was great.»

«You have something else to do, don't you, Sims?» the station manager said in a cold voice. Tony quickly left after casting a puzzled look at Velvet.

«What is it?» the woman asked suspiciously. «You want something, don't you?»

«That report was okay, but it ruined a friend of mine. The banker has been most helpful in financing for this station.»

«And personally?» asked Velvet nastily. «Does he give you some of the money he steals from the bank – as a personal loan?»

«Listen, cunt, you can be fired, just like that!» Williamson snapped his fingers under her nose. «You do one okay story and you think you own this place. It doesn't work that way. You have to do more than just wiggle your ass and flaunt your tits and spread for any man who comes along. This is a competitive business.»

Velvet watched the man turning red in the face. He was getting worked up over this and she realized he was angry that she and Tony had gotten the story.

«Does that mean you won't blackmail me anymore? That I don't have to put out for you whenever you get horny?»

Velvet recoiled, thinking the man was going to hit her. His clenched fist relaxed a little and he smiled. The smile was more menacing than if he had tried to hit her. Williamson squinted against the harsh light and grinned broadly.

«Come on up to my office.»

«I'm busy.»

«You'll be very unbusy if you don't because you won't have a job. This is a . . . staff meeting.» He chuckled at his own humor. Velvet shuddered and wondered if she should call him on it. She knew damned good and well what sort of «staff» he was talking about. It'd be just the two of them – and his cock running into her cunt.

She might be able to bluff him. And then again, maybe he didn't bluff. She'd be out of a job. The bills had been piling up on her and she was wondering how she'd ever be able to pay them all. Losing the job now meant having to go begging to her parents. She hadn't done that all through school; she wasn't going to start now.

Velvet steeled herself against what the man would do and dutifully followed him to his office. He closed the door behind her. The woman cringed, feeling as if she had just entered an execution chamber.

«You college types think you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you something, you ignorant bitch, you aren't. Those guys like me who've had to work and work hard to get where we are know the ropes. You're a newcomer around here and have a lot to learn.»

«Mr. Williamson, you're being unfair about this.» Velvet stopped when she saw nothing but lust in the man's eyes. Nothing else was on his mind right now but his own rampaging sexual desires. The way his crotch lumped up and twitched told the girl everything she needed to know.

«I'll show you the ropes. And you'll love it, cunt. You'll love it because a man will be showing you how to do it.»

She almost panicked and fought him off, then remembered how badly off she was financially. With the hiring crunch in the television industry, she had been lucky to get this job. She wouldn't be so lucky in finding another if she walked out now. Williamson was a powerful man in the field and would have her blacklisted with every station in the state.

Velvet shut her eyes and tried to imagine the hands pawing at her lush tits were Ben's or Tony's. The roughness made it almost impossible for her to believe it was one of her other lovers. Williamson's meaty hands crushed down powerfully on her, brutalizing her tits. She sobbed and caught her breath as he began unbuttoning her blouse to get in to her naked, creamy white boobs.

«Please, you don't have to do this. You're just . . .»

«Silence, cunt,» he snapped. «I know what I want. And I know what you want. You want this!»

He flashed out his prick. This sight of it made Velvet fearful of what he might do to her if she tried to run. It wouldn't be a grudging fuck then, it would turn into rape. And she wouldn't have a ghost of a chance of making it stick. The man could ruin her entire career with a single bad word. She had to go along with him, as much as she hated the idea.

«Why don't you suck on it, bitch? From what the cameramen say, you're damn good at giving head.»

His hands laced through her raven-black hair and forced her to her knees. With her lips just inches away from the tip of his quivering prick, she had no other choice but to pop that glans into her mouth and suck.

«God, yes, that's the way I like it. They were right. You give one hell of a good blowjob.»

She closed her blue eyes and tried to imagine that this was Tony's prick she was orally ministering to. The sound of Williamson's voice made that hard, but she was good at fantasizing. She had to do it to keep from going out of her mind with rage.

Her tongue looped around the tip of his prick, teasing and tormenting as it went. The agile tip of her darting pink oral digit found the tiny triangular flap of skin under the cleft head. This was the most sensitive portion of his cock. She teased and toyed with it until he was jumping from foot to foot with excitement.

A tiny, bitter drop of preseminal fluid beaded at the head of his cock. Her tongue swirled it away. She made a wry face around the thick plug of cock in her mouth but kept sucking. Her cheeks went concave under the suction she exerted. The dark-haired beauty hoped that she could get the man to come quickly. That would free her of the need to be in his presence and cool down his berserk desires to fuck her.

It didn't work out that way, though. She sucked hard and used her tongue all over the end of his cock the best she could. Kissing and licking down the side of the shaft to his balls got the man to moan constantly with pleasure. It also convinced him that his prick would be better off stuffed somewhere else.

«On your hands and knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat.»

«Wh-what?» she stammered, surprised at the turn of events. The musky tang of the man's prick still lingered on her lips. She licked it off and looked up at him in wonder.

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so fast she lost her balance. The girl dropped to hands and knees, just the position the man wanted her in.

Before Velvet could protest, she felt his hands lifting her skirt and his body moving in behind her. He skinned off her panties and pulled them down around her knees, effectively preventing her from crawling away.

And then all strength raced from her body. The heavy end of his male bludgeon smashed into her cunt lips from behind. She felt the thick shaft plunging down between her asscheeks, caressing the puffy labia and then surging all the way into her dry pussy.

«God, dry humping. Get that cunt of yours working, bitch. Get it nice and wet and slick for me to fuck you like an animal in rut!»

Velvet recovered some of her strength after the quick, hot entry all the way up her pussy and tried to escape. Strong hands gripped her waist and held her firmly in position. She felt the man's hairy upper thighs rubbing against her tender buttocks. There was no escaping now.

«Don't do this. I'm a human being, a person, a woman! You're treating me like an animal.»

«An animal is all you are,» he snapped. «I got to teach you to have respect for authority. You think you're so much better'n the rest of us because you have a college education. You're not. And I'm going to show you what experience can do.»

His hips began moving slowly, stirring his prick around in the tight hot confines of her pussy. She moaned and felt hot flashes throughout her belly. But in spite of her resolve not to respond to the man's crude lovemaking, she felt her body turning traitor. Thick fuck juices began sluggishly flowing to grease his pillar of man-meat.

«That's more like it,» he gloated. «You really want it now, don't you? Don't you?»

«Oh, ohhh!» was all she could moan out.

The woman's senses were being stripped away and all that was left behind was a raw nerve ending. Every single thrust of his cock sent agonizing waves through her body. But the oils from her twat slackened his cock and made every thrust easier to take. Even her pussy walls seemed to expand enough to take his girth.

In different circumstances, Velvet could have gotten off in a big way on fucking like this. But not with the station manager. He was the animal; she was only a victim of circumstance. If she'd been rich or in any kind of a position to tell Williamson to stuff it she would have. But she was powerless, a victim to be exploited by the man.

«Yeah, baby, that's the way I like pussy. Good and juicy for me. Shit, you got the best cunt for fucking ever. And taking you like a bitch is fun!»

It wasn't fun for Velvet, but it wasn't the total turn-off she thought it would be. Closing her eyes and letting her body respond, she was able to get some pleasure out of the fucking. This was a lusty position, one that allowed her tits to swing free. Every single thrust into her pussy caused a shock to surge into her, making her knockers sway back and forth. Also, the blood drained down into her nipples, hardening them and making them super-sensitive.

As if the man had read her mind, he reached around and grabbed one of her jugs. Taking the mushroom-like nubbin of her nipple between thumb and forefinger, he teased and tweaked it.

She came. The sensations in her body didn't leave her any other choice. The tidal waves of desire pouring into her guts from the fucking smashed into the lances of pure fire blasting into her chest from the way he handled her tits.

Velvet found herself ramming her hips back into the man's groin to get even more of his prick into her. She ground her hips in a circular motion and felt his pecker stirring against her most sensitive flesh. She gasped and almost came again. Holding back, she wanted to save up all the delicious feelings and release them in one great big come.

«Now we're cooking,» the man grunted. «You chicks are all alike. Cockteasers. But get a taste of a real prick and you go wild.»

«Please, more, ohhh!»

She hadn't wanted to say that. It gave the man too much satisfaction. His power over her was almost complete. He held her impaled on the thick sword of flesh rammed into her cunt. His hands controlled her movements so that she could do little but let him have his will.

Velvet crossed her forearms in front of her on the floor and placed her forehead on them. This shoved her ass up into the air. The jutting white target was more than the man could pass up. He started fucking with long, quick strokes.

The friction in her cunt threatened to burn her up. She hadn't been truly aroused up to this point. Her pussy had been lubricating and she had gasped and moaned as she'd almost gotten off, but now that changed. Everything about the fucking got to her and sent earthquaking tremors through her body.

Waves of delight spread into her belly caused by the friction of the fucking. The swift movement of his cockflesh against her tight inner passage lit a fuse that she couldn't extinguish. The warmth spread slowly, like melted butter, but soon she felt the edges of the warmth pulsating and threatening to engulf her.

«More, fuck me more!» she demanded. The girl's ass rammed back powerfully into his groin. They fit together now like pieces of some erotic jigsaw puzzle.

And all Velvet knew was that she had to have more of that hard, hot, virile cock. Lots more.

The lewd squashing noises from the hard cock entering and leaving her aroused cunt filled the room. She felt the rivers of sweat pouring off her body and dripping off the points of her tits. Her entire body had come alive and she needed more of that prick to get off. The molten lead lump in her belly suddenly exploded and filled her with ecstasy.

«Aieeeeee!» she shrieked out. Her hips went berserk, cramming back into the man's crotch and getting his prick to dig in as deeply as possible.

Her pussy convulsed around the thick spike of cock. She felt every single contour of his dick and this pushed her arousal even higher. The heavy arrow-shaped head of his cock expanded and rubbed passionately against her cunt walls. The throbbing veins and arteries along the shaft pulsed and fed her come. The sexual energy charging her body reached the point where she couldn't control any of it.

She came even harder. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the hot flush rising in her tits and neck. And still this wasn't the end of it. She knew her pussy was gushing out frothy juices from the way they ran down the insides of her thighs.

«Damn, baby, this is almost more'n I can handle,» he grunted out. «You smash down on my cock like that again and you'll mash the fucker flat!»

He continued poling in and out of her pussy with his long, demanding strokes. She hardly relaxed before another climax began building in her loin's.

Velvet both loved and hated the feeling. The sexual and emotional release was nice, but why did it have to come with a pig like Williamson? She felt as if she betrayed herself. And yet she needed this fucking. She needed the warmth and the feelings racing through her and surging into her cunt, making her into a complete woman. She needed it as she needed food and water and air.

«Tight, you're getting even tighter around me,» he panted harshly. His fingers gripped down on her waist, pulling her back powerfully with every inward fucking stroke.

The tiny fires of lust burning inside her turned into flames that would have done a blast furnace proud. Out of control, she sobbed and begged him for more. When he gave it to her, she came again.

Short, quick strokes fed the carnal fires in her body to the point where she was being consumed by them. The man reached around and made a fork out of his index and middle fingers. Pressing one finger on each side of his prick, he pressed down into her turgid cunt lips. The action tightened her labia around his cock.

She gasped at the electric tensions short-circuiting into her body now. The pressure around his prick caused her to come again. She had lost all control and could only respond when the man willed her to. But she couldn't complain. This was too intense, too good, exactly what she had been needing.

«Gotta fuck more, more, more!» the man chanted.

He slammed repeatedly into her cunt, his balls swinging forward and wetly slapping against her puffy, blue-tinged cunt lips. The action of that hairy little bag, his fingers, and most of all his cock, set her off one more time.

As her cunt collapsed like a mineshaft around his cock, he blew his wad. His cock fountained out a steady spurt of jism that whitewashed her cunt walls.

The feel of him coming inside her caused Velvet to gasp and moan through another come. The intense sexual high quickly died, however, and left her panting and crying, her ass jutting up in the air and the man's limp prick dribbling from her twat. The hot juices leaking from her insides ran down her legs and reminded her exactly what had happened.

She hardly believed she had allowed the man to fuck her without putting up more of a fight. Still, she had to be realistic. She needed the job badly. Without it, she would lose everything – especially her own pride. Letting him use her as a sex toy was easier than admitting she couldn't make it in the business world.

«Yeah, baby, that was good. You've got a hell of a hot cunt. Educated pussy, you might say.» Williamson laughed at his own crude joke and slapped her on the butt. «Get decent. This is a business office.»

«Are you going to let me continue doing some reporting?» she asked, hardly trusting either her voice or his answer.

He thought it over for a minute, then said, «Yeah, I guess so. Any cunt who'll do what you do deserves a chance to prove herself. Now get your ass out of here. I have business to do.»

She left, not knowing if she felt good or not.

Chapter 7

«Are you sure it'll be all right, Ben?» Velvet pushed a strand of her lustrous hair back and studied the man. He shrugged and gave her a weak smile.

«I don't see why not. Janet and I are trying to get things back together and having a party seemed like a good way of starting. It gets us into a crowd and lets us move around if we get too uncomfortable with each other.»

«I mean . . .» The woman's voice trailed off. Ben obviously knew what she meant. While they hadn't fucked all that many times, there was real affection between them. Velvet didn't want to go to a party and have any sign of that destroying Ben's marriage.

«I know. It's okay, I tell you. Why don't you and Tony come together? That would relieve the strain all around and keep things looking proper.»

«Things are proper, Ben,» she said firmly. «And I'm sure that you and Janet will work it all out for the best.»

«I hope so,» he sighed. «Now, get out of here and I'll see both of you tonight, at my place, at seven.»

Velvet left, feeling good for a change. Ever since the round in Williamson's office, she had been feeling lower than a snake's belly. Not even Tony's bright and cheerful mood could perk her up. But now that Williamson hadn't made any further sexual demands on her, she was loosening up. This party might be just the thing for her, she decided. She went to find Tony and tell him he was taking her to the Carltons' for the evening.

* * *

«So nice of you to come,» Ben greeted Velvet and Tony. «Most of the people are already here. Some you know. Say howdy and get acquainted with the others.»

«Fine, thanks, Ben.» Velvet looked around the crowded room and choked on the thick cigarette smoke hanging in the air. It'd take her a few minutes to get used to it. Maybe after a drink or two she would really get into the mood.

«Tony, why not go get Velvet a drink?» Ben asked.

Tony nodded and drifted off, seeing that Ben had something he wanted to say to Velvet alone. As soon as he'd gone, Ben turned and looked at the girl.

«Janet's not really getting into this the way I thought she would. So could you keep it cool toward me?»

«Don't worry, Ben,» Velvet said, her hand instinctively coming up to lightly touch his cheek. She hastily pulled her hand back and nodded. Looking around to see if anyone had noticed her momentary slip, she saw Janet watching her intently. «I think I goofed, Ben,» she said. «Want me to try and patch it over?»

«Don't bother. If I can't do it, I don't even want you trying. Sometimes too many cooks can spoil the broth.»

«Sometimes it only takes one extra lover,» Velvet said quietly. Ben looked at her and smiled wanly, then moved off through the room to greet others coming in. Velvet stood and observed, wondering where Tony had gone with her drink.

As she started to go find him, she felt fingers on her arm holding her back. Velvet turned and saw Janet glaring at her. For an instant, she didn't know what to say. But the other woman spoke first and took the obligation off her shoulders.

«So you're Velvet,» the woman said slowly, looking her over with a critical eye. «I can see why Ben goes for you in a big way.»

«I'll take what you said as a compliment,» said Velvet, unsure of herself. She didn't want to make matters worse between Ben and Janet, yet she felt insulted by the implications.

«Take it any way you want. I just had to see the kind of slut Ben has taken up with.»

«Now listen here, Janet,» started Velvet, then stopped. She glanced around the room and decided this wasn't the place for such a discussion. Taking hold of Janet's arm, she pulled the woman into a bedroom and closed and locked the door. «You've got it all wrong,» she stated, «if you think there's anything between Ben and me. There's not.»

«You would say that.»

«And I mean it. Look, Ben's the only nice guy with any authority around the station. All I get is . . . hassled by the others.»

«What do you mean hassled?»

«I think you know how it is in business,» said Velvet grimly. «And I can cry on Ben's shoulder about it. He can't do anything because it's the station manager insisting on his 'rights' with me, but Ben listens and is sympathetic.»

«So there's nothing sexual between you two?» asked Janet, surprised.

Velvet hardly knew how to respond. She decided honesty was the only policy. «I'd be lying if I said that. We've made it a couple times. We both needed someone there who cared. It was just one of those things. But he doesn't demand it from me. When we fucked, it was good for both of us.»

Janet sat down on the bed and simply stared at Velvet. Velvet hardly knew what to say next. The sight of the other woman disturbed her. Janet's tits were small, firm and apple-sized. The way they pressed into the fabric of her blouse made the woman look almost adolescent, but there was nothing budding about the womanly hips and the wonderfully curved ass.

Velvet shook herself. She was getting hot over another woman. That was something that had never happened before and she couldn't figure out why it should happen to her now, of all times.

«You're honest, at least. But you don't love Ben?»

«I like him a great deal and, unlike most of the men at the station, I respect him. And sex is great with him. But no, I don't love him – not in the way you mean.»

«Sex was good with Ben,» Janet said, her voice dreamy. «It might be again, if only . . .» Her voice softened to a whisper and tears beaded at the corners of her eyes. Velvet reached over and dabbed gently at them. One of the tears fell between the woman's ripe breasts and trickled down the deep canyon.

Without thinking, Velvet reached to dab at that wetness, too. And then she wasn't at all sure what happened. Janet's fingers were working on her blouse, getting her naked, just as her own fingers worked on resisting buttons. In less time than a heartbeat, both women were naked to the waist.

«God, your breasts are fantastic!» cried Janet. «No wonder Ben wanted you so much.»

«I wish mine were as firm as yours,» said Velvet, her fingers lightly moving over the small cones, stroking and teasing, finding their way to the very crest. She took one of the ruddy-colored buttons between her fingers and tweaked hard. Janet's expression turned from one of wonder to one of intense joy.

Her hands pressed down on top of Velvet's, mashing her tits flat against her chest.

«So nice, so damned nice. Keep doing that. Please, I need it so. It's been so long since anyone did this for me.»

Velvet couldn't refuse. And strangely enough, she was turned on by the satin feel of the woman's creamy titflesh under her fingers. She stroked and manipulated those boobs until she felt her pussy beginning to dampen.

After that, all hell broke loose.

Velvet passionately kissed Janet full on the lips. When the other woman responded totally, her tongue thrusting between Velvet's ruby lips, the kiss was all-consuming. Their tongues dueled and played hide and seek, darting from one mouth to the other. And soon, even this wasn't enough for Velvet's illicit passions.

She broke off the deep kiss and worked her mouth down across Janet's slender, swanlike throat. Her tongue tormenting the other woman's flesh, Velvet came to the deep crease between Janet's tits. She raked the soft skin with the tip of her pink, knowing tongue until Janet collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Her legs spread of their own will. And this was all the invitation Velvet needed to dive even lower. She quickly stripped off the woman's dress and panties, revealing a coppery nest of fleecy pubic hair. Velvet's tongue thrust into the center of this delightful bush and probed downward, spreading the pink, trembling cunt lips.

«Oh, yes, yes, I need it. Give me all your mouth love. Tongue-fuck my little cunny!» cried out Janet.

«Only if you'll do the same for me,» said a breathless Velvet. She had never made love to another woman before. The idea had crossed her mind many times, but the opportunity had never arisen. Now that it had, she couldn't back off. She had to try it. Besides, she was too turned on by the prospect of her mouth erotically kissing the other woman's sex lips.

She felt Janet fumbling to get her skirt off, then came a gust of hot breath as she licked and kissed across Velvet's aroused pussy lips. Velvet almost came.

There was no denying the thrill she got from the raking tongue as it plunged all the way up her cunt. The frothing juices boiling from her interior were quickly licked up, noisily sucked into Janet's mouth.

The wet, demanding mouth caused her to dive back into Janet's crotch to give at least as much as she was getting. Licking the entire length of the cunt lips caused those puffy flaps to tremble and shake as if they had some sort of carnal palsy. But the payoff came when Velvet found the meek little clit poking up from its sheath of protective flesh.

She pounced on it, sucking it fully into her mouth. Her satin lips caressed the tiny bud, coaxing it and stimulating. The salty, acrid tang of Janet's cunt oils made her mouth water. She used some of her spit to further lubricate the clit.

When she both sucked and lightly bit down on the go-button, Janet screeched and tensed all over. As her thighs clamped shut on either side of Velvet's head, the girl found herself both blind and deaf. But it didn't matter. She still had her sense of feel.

And feel she did. Her tongue lashed across the tip of the clitoris and then worked back to the gushing cunt hole. She started tongue-fucking that convulsing slit and kept Janet peaked on the orgasm until she finally sobbed in exhaustion. But Velvet wasn't finished. Her own cunt still needed careful, thoughtful attention. And a thought occurred to her how to best get it.

«Let's scissor our legs together,» she called out to Janet, hoping the other woman would understand what she wanted to do. When Janet responded immediately, Velvet was surprised. For her this was all new and excitingly different. Janet took to it like a duck takes to water, however, readily doing whatever Velvet wanted.

As their legs meshed together, their gashes were pressed tightly against one another. Velvet gasped as the other woman's crinkly bush stimulated her own trembling cunt lips. Rocking back and forth gave her the most intense stimulation she could get without a cock reaming out her pussy.

«Oh, this is too much,» she sighed, grabbing hold of Janet's foot and pulling the ankle firmly between her breasts. «I never thought it could be this good with another woman.»

«It can be better,» said Janet. And Velvet found out what the woman meant. Janet's toes curled around one of her tits, squeezing down on the rock-hard nipple. Velvet moaned softly, feeling the sensations mounting slowly in her belly.

When a man fucked her, the excitement was intense and came in slamming, demanding pulses. It didn't happen this way with Janet. The arousal was less intense but there was no slackening of passion. Everything built toward one huge orgasm.

«Where'd you learn to play with nipples using your toes?» asked Velvet, not caring.

«I know all sorts of things.»

Velvet tried to duplicate the toe-fondling on Janet's breasts but didn't have enough limber toes for it. Rather than let the other woman do all the giving, Velvet reached down and grabbed firmly on the foot, pulling it to her mouth.

Sucking loudly on Janet's toes produced an unexpected result. The other woman came – hard.

Her entire body tensed as she sobbed out her joy. Then her hips went berserk, rocking back and forth, grinding her sex lips into Velvet's. The stimulation at her pussy was almost enough to get Velvet off, but she clung tenaciously to the other woman's foot, sucking and licking the toes wiggling in her mouth.

Janet came again, then relaxed. She panted out, «I never had that done before. It was great! Where'd you learn that?»

«Just something that came to me,» Velvet admitted. «Whenever I climax, my toes always curl up. I figured it might work the other way. If I got your toes to curl up by stimulating them, maybe you'd come. It worked.»

«I'll say it did!»

Velvet felt the other woman's mouth moving on her toes. The sucking produced the same result in her. She felt the tensing in her belly, the quivering, electrical shocks from her cunt lips and then the roaring sensations racing all the way up her legs, through her ass and pussy, up her spine and ending in her brain.

Fireworks went off. She gasped and sobbed, crying openly, feeling the salty tears leaving tracks down her cheeks. Rolling over and over on the bed caused their pussies to slip and slide across one another. This added to their arousal.

The coppery strands of Janet's bush tickled and teased at Velvet's tiny clit. This was enough to make her come again. It seemed to the woman that everything was getting her off.

She tried to cool down a little and figure out why. It might have been the sheer perverted kinkiness of making love to another woman. It turned out to be more fun than she had guessed, even in her wildest, least inhibited fantasies. Janet was a perfect partner, always seeming to understand what she needed – and when – and giving it to her.

And she understood Janet's sexual needs. They were both women and both knew intimately what turned a woman on. They had themselves to use as a guide to getting each other hot.

Velvet started humping herself, feeling the slippery cunt oils leaking from both their pussies mingle and grease her crotch. The way her cunt lips parted and erotically kissed the other woman's sex lips was dirty, perverted, and so lewd she could hardly stand it.

She came again.

«I need more,» she gasped as soon as she was able. Fire leaked into her lungs with every breath. She had seldom been this turned on by any man. She clung fiercely to Janet's slender calf and kept the foot close in between her tits.

When Janet began diddling her nipples again with her toes, Velvet let loose all the pent-up emotions she had locked inside her and had one of the most intense comes of her life.

Everything blotted itself out for her. The woman's entire body tensed and she shook as if she had been caught in a paint mixer. She didn't even remember letting go of Janet's foot, but when that foot reappeared at her pussy, the big toe dipping into her cunt hole, she knew this was even better.

Janet fucked her with her big toe until Velvet thought she would lose her mind from the intense sensations ripping through her. It was a different sort of orgasm she got from this woman. Not like that from a man's cock in her cunt at all.

She tried to compare them and finally gave up. Her mind was too confused with sex, too jumbled and chaotic for clear thought. She got a different type of orgasm from Janet. But it was only different, not better. She loved both and the different feelings they sent churning through her entire body.

A man's cock in her cunt fucking her was sheer heaven. There wasn't anything to compare with it. Not this, not anything. And having the soft, feminine attentions Janet gave her convinced Velvet she had been missing a lot in her fucking.

This was good, too, damned good.

«No more, please, no more,» she panted, sweat dripping from her naked body and being absorbed by the bedspread.

«I've about had it, too,» admitted Janet. «I hadn't intended for anything like this to happen, but it did.»

«It did and I'm not sorry,» said Velvet, looking at the woman. «I've never done anything like this before. But it's great!»

Both turned, startled, when the door opened. Ben stood there, a key in his hand. The expression on his face was unreadable. For a long ten seconds, no one said anything.

Velvet finally gasped out, «Ben, it's not what you think.»

«I know what it is. She got to you, too. Just like she did to the other women.»

Shocked Velvet turned and looked at a guilty Janet. Then she understood.

Chapter 8

Velvet made an attempt to cover her wanton nakedness and then decided not to bother. Ben had seen her naked. And it was obvious what she and Janet had been doing. The expression on Ben's face told her just about everything she needed to know.

«You mean that's what was breaking up your marriage?» asked Velvet, shocked. «It was your wife playing around on you?»

«Not only that,» the man said glumly, «she was fooling around with other women. If she'd been getting a little on the side from some other man – or men – I'd've had some idea how to fight back. But she was sneaking out and screwing around with women. She'd a goddamn lezzie, and now she's got to you, too!»

«Now wait just a goddamn minute!» flared Velvet. «That's not the way it is at all. I'm not a lesbian. This was the first time I'd ever . . .»

«So much the worse,» cut in Ben. «She's actually perverting you, ruining you for ordinary sex.»

«I never found sex ordinary,"' said Janet quietly. Both Velvet and Ben turned to look at her. She was sitting with a tiny smile on her face. Velvet saw the woman was uneasy, distraught, but she wasn't letting it totally blind her to what was happening in the room.

«Then why'd you go running off to another woman's bed, for Christ's sake?» demanded Ben. «I couldn't handle that. Another man, well, I could have done something. But a woman? I couldn't compete with a goddamn other woman.»

«There was nothing wrong with you, Ben. I love you dearly,» said Janet, «but I can't put it into words what I get with another woman. A tenderness maybe, something I can't describe to you. Maybe you felt it, Velvet!»

«I did,» the dark-haired woman said slowly. «But Ben, it's you who's being unreasonable. Do you think sex is dirty?»

«Huh? Of course not.»

«Then why do you think sex between two women is so perverted? Hell, I enjoyed it. It's fun!»

«But . . .»

«But he wasn't included. He feels left out,» said Janet. «I've thought and thought about this and that's about all I can come up with.»

«So why not invite him to join in? A threesome? Or have him just watch. You go to porno movies, don't you, Ben?»

«Sure, Velvet, but what's that got to do with . . .»

«If you see nothing wrong watching people get it on at a movie, why are you kicking about watching live action stuff in your own bedroom? You can even participate if you get hot and horny enough.» Velvet sat back and cupped her tits in her hands. She began massaging and squeezing them until the hard points of her nipples sprang out between her fingers.

Ben watched and swallowed hard. It was obvious he was getting turned on by the sight of Velvet playing with her ample tits.

«She never asked,» he said lamely.

«And because you didn't have the balls to ask her, you almost broke up your marriage. What a crock of shit. I'm surprised at both of you,» exclaimed Velvet. «You're supposed to be able to talk these things out. More! You're supposed to be able to work them out.»

For a long time they simply stared at one another. Then Velvet saw that her self-fondling was having the effect on Ben she'd figured it would. He was getting nervous and the bulge at the man's crotch was growing. She guessed his cock was trying to turn cartwheels inside there now, lurching and tumbling around, wanting to bury itself in her lewdly exposed cunt.

She spread her legs a bit farther apart to give the man the invitation. He wasn't stupid. He had to take her up on the offer. Velvet was going to show these two that their jealousies were all due to lack of communication. And she'd be their translator!

«If you see something you like, ask for it,» she said, her fingers working down her body and moving to her twat. Spreading her pink-hued cunt lips so that the man could see her damp cunt hole, she leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows.

«Please pass the pussy,» Ben said, smiling. Guiltily, he glanced up at his wife. Janet smiled broadly and indicated that he should help himself to that which was so freely offered.

Ben didn't hesitate. One instant Velvet was doing everything she possibly could to get him to loosen up and the next second she felt the blunt tip of his glans prodding between her puffy cunt lips. She sobbed as he stroked forward. She felt herself going weak and rubbery and loved the sensation.

«Oh, yes, Ben darling, that's where I want your fuck stick. All the way up my cunt!»

He gasped as she squeezed down powerfully on the very tip of his prick, then moved himself forward enough to sink into her pussy another few inches. They were moving together now, their hips grinding and fitting closer and closer.

«Is this a private party or can anyone join in?» asked Janet.

«Wh-what are you going to do?» asked Ben, dazed at the immensity of what was happening.

Velvet picked up immediately on what should happen. She called out, «Go on and let him eat your pussy out, Janet. That's going to keep him quiet and let him concentrate on more important things than talking.»

«A good idea,» the woman said. She stood and straddled Velvet's trim body on the bed, her legs on either side of the woman's hips. Janet thrust her bush forward so that Ben was able to get the fragrant, crinkly, coppery nest shoved into his face.

«Ummm, good!» he cried out.

«Shut up and lick my cunt, damn you. Oh, yes, that's the way I love it. You always did do this right, Ben. And don't stop fucking Velvet. She's the one who deserves all we can give her.»

Velvet wasn't complaining. She was in no position to complain. She had fallen flat onto her back and lifted her ass up off the bed to allow Ben to really get going with the fucking. The smooth, even strokes in and out of her twat were driving her right over the edge of orgasm. And all she had to do was look up and see the wide-spread crotch of the other woman so wantonly presented for the man's taste treat.

The way his pink, darting tongue surged back and forth across the trembly cunt lips made Velvet even more excited. She was thrilled with the feel of his thick manroot deep inside her, but the sight of him eating out Janet at the same time added new dimensions to fucking. Sight, sound, feel, everything came together for her.

«Ummm, oh, I can't take it anymore! This is too fucking much for meeee!» she shrieked. Never had she gotten off this fast on a man's cock. He hadn't been fucking her all that long, but she was coming and coming and coming.

Velvet realized part of it had to do with the fact that there were three of them taking part. This was something different for her, too. Just as fucking another woman had been exciting, so was this. Only this seemed more arousing to her because it was both familiar and wildly stimulating.

She shuddered and reached down to fondle the man's balls when she heard the door opening again. Ben hadn't locked it behind him when he'd come in. Either that or more than one person had keys to the house.

«Shit,» came the low exclamation, «have I ever got into the wrong room.»

Velvet cried out, «No, Tony, no! Don't leave! Join us. Please, oh sweet Jesus, please join us. We need you in here, too!»

«An orgy,» the young man mused. «God, I've never been involved in one. I don't think I should.»

«We want you,» said Janet, gasping. «I need you,» cried Velvet. But it was Ben's «Get that damned ass of yours in here,» that got Tony moving in the right direction.

Velvet was lost in a wonderland of sexual desires and couldn't figure out how Tony got naked so fast. It might have taken him hours for all she knew – or seconds. Whichever it was, she saw a man standing right beside her, his half-erect cock less than a foot away from her mouth.

She gave up trying to stimulate Ben's balls in favor of reaching out and grabbing Tony's half-limp prick. She pulled the organ toward her mouth and stuffed its flaccid length in as far as it would go. Then she sucked for all she was worth.

Velvet's tongue danced over the quivering cock until she was gasping with desire simply from that. The fucking going on down lower still got her hot and pushed her desires to the breaking point, but having a man's prick in her mouth while the fucking went on thrilled her more than she would have thought possible.

Sucking harder produced the effect she wanted. His cock hardened into a steely pillar of pulsating lust. She felt the throbbing cock hot and hard against her lips. When she started raking her pearly teeth over the sides of his shaft, the man yelped and moaned loudly.

«You . . . you're going to make me get my rocks off too fast! Don't do it like that. Let me enjoy your sucking mouth a while longer. God, Velvet, you give the best head of any chick I ever found!»

«If you're wanting something to take your mind off your cock, why not tongue-fuck my ass,» groaned out Janet. «I get off so damn fast on that you wouldn't believe.»

«I wouldn't believe any of this if someone told me,» said Tony. «And I'd never have believed I'd be taking part in a real orgy. But I am, so dammit, I might as well go the whole way!»

He moved forward enough so that his prick still rested between Velvet's satin, sucking lips, but could also reach the curving white half-moons of Janet's asscheeks. His tongue flashed out pink and hot and dipped down into the humid canyon between those meaty globes.

The woman shrieked and came. She had a cunt full of tongue fucking her and now another tongue dived down toward her tightly clenched anus. When Tony's tongue penetrated her tightest passage and began fucking up her asshole, she couldn't control herself.

Janet had to support her weight on Ben's shoulders. This pushed the man down into the bed, which caused him to enter Velvet's pussy at a slightly different angle. This got the widespread woman off again, her orgasm causing the entire bed to shake.

As she gasped and moaned, she sucked harder on Tony's cock. They had formed a chain where anything happening to one affected all of them. And it was the most delightful chain reaction in history.

Velvet's tongue cradled Tony's incoming cock so that the most sensitive portion of his prick rubbed along her rough, demanding tongue. His hips had become too restless to simply allow him to remain motionless. He was slowly, carefully fucking Velvet's face, trying not to lose control and ram his cock all the way down her throat.

But that's exactly what did happen to the young man. Everything he did and saw and felt and heard came crashing down on his senses and robbed him of his iron control. The idea of tongue-fucking a woman's butt was new to him. The feel of his pink, wet tongue sliding up Janet's clinging asshole turned him on more than he would have thought possible. And the feel of her silken-smooth asscheeks pressing into his face as he burrowed down to tongue-fuck her butt was almost as much of a turn-on for him.

The real thrill came at the tip of his prick. Velvet's tongue tried to force its way down the piss-slit. They both knew this wasn't possible, but the attempt got them both so hot neither could stop now.

Tony's hips took control and began the ages-old fucking rhythm, driving his prick in and out of her mouth with more force than he wanted to use. As a result, he felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth and surge down her throat.

Velvet felt the thrust coming and swallowed, ready for the thick plug of prick. The glans of his swollen cock passed her tonsils and dived down her throat. She felt it lodged there, pulsing and quivering with carnal need.

«Oh shiiit,» the man grunted out. «This is too fucking much. I can't take more of it.»

«Then shut up and get back to tongue-fucking my behind,» commanded Janet. «I've got Ben's tongue up my pussy and I need yours up my back if I'm really going to get off in a big way.»

Velvet guessed Tony returned to his tongue-fucking ways because he shut up. But she was too lost in the sensations ripping through her own body. Ben had begun fucking her with quicker strokes now, parting her pussy and entering at different angles. She was so turned on by the changing direction of his incoming cock that she would have gotten off in a big way except for the attention she lavished on Tony's prick. She was distracted a little from the intense sexual pressures mounting in her belly from the fucking.

Velvet felt the man's cock turning and twisting in her throat. As she swallowed, her Adam's apple bobbed up and down on the cleft underside of his prick. This was the part that got the man the hottest the fastest. She felt his cock swelling up even more in her air passage. Cut off from breathing, she had to turn her head away.

His cock slipped from her throat but his hips jammed it back into her mouth. There wasn't any way she could keep him from face-fucking her. And she didn't want to try!

Everything made her hotter and hotter about this. The feel of Ben's cock alone would have gotten her off eventually. Having Tony's prick placed so near her face made it natural for her to give him a blowjob. And with Janet standing astraddle over her waist, Velvet could see both men's tongues working on the other woman's cunt and asshole.

The sights and feelings made her come – hard.

She shivered and quaked like a bowl of jello caught in an earth tremor. Her cunt twitched and tightened around the thick cock inside it and her lips similarly tensed into a perfect «O» ring around the other man's prick.

She sucked and twitched and twisted her hips at the same time. The motion was all it took to get Tony off. His prick danced and jerked hard, then erupted, a creamy white spurt of jism blasting into the woman's tonsils. She missed the first gout of come. She pressed her tongue greedily against his spewing cock to make sure she smeared all the tasty manseed she could over her tastebuds.

Velvet savored the musky, salty taste, wallowing in the sheer decadent joy of sucking off a man. All too soon, his prick refused to fountain out any more of the come she so desperately wanted. No amount of sucking could get him hard again. His prick limply leaked from between her lips, a tiny trail of come dripping across her chin.

And then she wasn't thinking about Tony anymore. She was concentrating on her own desires, her own lusts. The way Ben fucked her had changed drastically. He had been fucking smoothly, easily, shoving his prick in balls-deep and immediately retreating. He now shoved forward as hard as he could, as if trying to rip her apart all the way to the chin.

This lifted Velvet up and off the bed. Her cunt lips were spread lewdly around his incoming cock giving that thick pole the most erotic kiss possible. She felt her own juices leaking from her twat and running into her crack.

«Faster, Ben darling, fuck me faster!» she cried out. «I . . . I'm so close. Don't stop now. Don't make me waaaaaaait!»

He picked up the tempo again. Every single thrust into her softly yielding cunt lifted her fully off the bed. He ground their crotches together into an erotic stew, then pulled back quickly, only to repeat as fast as he could. The woman vaguely guessed that Ben was close to coming but she was too engrossed in her own emotions.

A puddle of molten lead formed in her belly. She was trembling as if she had some sort of erotically inspired palsy. And best of all, her cunt burned and throbbed with lust for the man's cock. The fucking was about to get her off.

«More, oh, mooooore!» she begged. Then the words jumbled in her throat and only incoherent trapped animal sounds came forth.

Velvet felt a wet, demanding mouth on her tits. She opened her sex- fogged eyes and saw Tony sucking at her tits, licking across her nipples and making her lungs feel as if filled with liquid fire. She started to say how much she loved the feel of his sucking mouth on her nipples and then she exploded in orgasm.

The young woman surged and soared on the hot winds of ecstasy blowing across her senses. She arched her back and rotated her cunt so that she could get even more of the man's prick into her convulsing twat. He fucked fast enough to keep her poised on the pinnacle of ultimate human desire longer than ever before.

But not even the combined efforts of the two men made it last forever. Velvet sobbed and collapsed, almost exhausted. She wasn't so tired, though, that she couldn't tense her pussy muscles around the huge prick still fucking avidly into her pussy. And this was all it took to get Ben off.

She felt the hot, sweet surge of his liquid come into her cunt. It almost got her off again, but she was too drained emotionally and physically for that to happen. She contented herself with knowing that Ben's prick spewed forth its creamy load longer than it ever had before. That meant she literally drained his balls of their lead-heavy load.

She relaxed as soon as his prick dribbled from her cunt. Looking up, she saw Janet's legs beginning to buckle. Velvet reached up in time to grab a double handful of resilient assflesh. She guided the other woman down so that Ben's mouth never left her pussy.

Lewd sucking noises sounded as the man hungrily ate out his wife's pussy, and then she stiffened and gasped out in climax. She clutched fiercely at his head, pulling his face in even more so that he wouldn't leave her in her moment of orgasm.

When they had finished the four exchanged glances. Ben licked some of Janet's cunt oils off his lips. Velvet rubbed across her still warm snatch, remembering what a great fucking it had been. And she let the tip of her tongue snake out to trap the tiny, drying droplet of come from Tony's prick.

«It was something new for all of us,» said Velvet slowly. «And I think you all agree that this is too good to simply do once and then give up on. I'm all in favor of keeping this foursome together and as sexually active as possible.»

«I'll second that!» said Tony, his eyes sparkling.

Janet only smiled and Ben nodded slowly.

Velvet lay back on the bed and felt the warm afterglow of a good fucking possess her totally. It had been a great evening. Not only had she gotten all the sex she could handle, but Ben and Janet were back together, their differences erased now.

It was a good feeling, damned good.

Chapter 9

The announcer said, «Tonight introduces a new format for our station. The evening news will be presented by co-anchor persons Velvet Larkin and Tony Sims.»

The screen faded down and came up with the news logo, then faded again to Velvet's smiling face.

«Welcome to the news at six. At the top is . . .» She read through the news competently and well, getting her cues just right and passing it along to Tony, who was a little more nervous, never having been in front of the camera in this way before. But Velvet worked well with him and her small experience as a weather reporter helped them both. When the broadcast was over, Tony came over and kissed her square on the lips.

«Wow, that's worth all the nervous strain to get!» she exclaimed.

«It's worth it. God, were we ever great! This is going to push the news ratings right up through the ceiling.»

«The hell it will!» bellowed Williamson, storming over to stand in front of them. He glared at the now not-so-happy couple, turned and motioned away all the stage crew. The cameramen smirked as they left. With Tony on the set, they didn't dare bait Velvet like they had before. Now they knew that both Tony and Velvet were going to be in for a world of trouble.

«I never authorized this!» shouted Williamson. «Where the hell's that shithead Carlton? Ben, get your ass out here!»

Ben came out from the control booth, staring at the station manager. «What's wrong with you, Walt?» he asked. «Why've you got a hair up your ass all of a sudden?»

«All of a sudden I find my star newscaster has been fired and these two upstarts put in his place. That's what's got me so damned upset. Where do you get off firing Jim Elliot?»

«He showed up for work drunk once too often. I complained a dozen times about it to you. And you said for me to take care of it, so I did. I canned him this morning.»

«And you put these two in his place? Hell, man, it'd take a dozen of them to even come close to replacing an experienced man like that.»

«I doubt it. I got a rating off our service. We went up three percentage points, gaining off both other stations. If this trend keeps up, we'll have a show the sponsors will put commercials on again.»

«Don't give me any lip, you shithead.»

«Don't call me names, Walt. I'm doing my job and doing it well. I've got to be responsible for the programming and directing and . . .»

«And you're fired. Out, dammit, out!»

Ben stood for a moment staring at the infuriated man, then spun and stalked off without another word.

«Now wait a goddamn minute,» blazed Tony. «It's true he put us on without telling you, but he didn't have to. And we proved ourselves tonight. Just because you hate my guts and are raping Velvet doesn't mean you can put your own feelings ahead of the good of the station.»

Williamson exploded. «You're both fired! Goddammit, you'll never find jobs anywhere again.»

«You can't fire us, Mr. Williamson,» said Velvet slowly, her mind racing. She thought she had the details all straight. «We signed a contract this morning when we were hired. It requires us to put in no fewer than three months on the anchor position. If you fire us, you have to pay us regardless!»

«Bullshit. I never signed any such paper.»

«Ben did. And he was still working here then. He was empowered to sign contracts for the station – and he did,» said Tony, rubbing it in.

Williamson's eyes narrowed as he said, «I know the type of contract. If you read the fine print, it says I can't fire you, but it doesn't say anything about leaving you on as anchor for the news. I'll have you cleaning toilets the whole time till I can fire your ass!»

«Fine,» said Velvet. «We'll be the highest paid toilet cleaners in the city. That contract is for a lot.»

«How much?»

When Velvet told him, Williamson went pale. «I . . .» he began, then sank down to support himself on the desk. «All right,» he said finally getting a rein on his emotions. «I'll have you out on the streets reporting. And if you don't perform the duties to my satisfaction, you're fired for nonperformance. How's that grab you?»

«Fine,» said Tony before Velvet could stop him. «We can deliver any goddamn story you want.»

«The city manager is going to go up on trial for misappropriation of city funds. Get the dope on it and be ready to present it tomorrow night for the news. If you don't, don't bother even coming back. I'll mail your paycheck to you. And your severance, too.»

Williamson stomped off in the direction of his office, leaving the pair on the now deserted set.

«He sure handed us a stacked deck,» said Velvet. «That's an impossible story. The District Attorney doesn't dare give out his evidence before he takes the case to trial. It'd ruin his whole case if it gets out.»

«Yeah,» said Tony, dejected. «Maybe I stuck my foot in our mouths. There's no way we can deliver. And if we do, the city manager will probably get off scot free. I want to see that clown up the river for a long time for what he's done to the city.»

«Let's get on it. We might be able to do something.»

«What?»

«I don't know. But I know where we can get some first rate advice,» Velvet said, smiling at her idea. «He'll be more than willing to help us out. Come on.»

«So,» said Ben, «it's not all that bad. The DA has to take his case in tomorrow, but the defense probably knows most of it anyway. There aren't going to be any surprises. You just go on and get the story. Show that bastard you can deliver.»

«Thanks for the advice, Ben,» said Tony. «But we need more.»

«I don't work for the station anymore. He fired me.»

«I know, Ben,» said Velvet, her slender fingers imploringly clutching at his sleeve. «We need you. Williamson's going to can us as soon as he can find a good reason. Whether it's this story or the next, it doesn't matter. But he'll get us.»

«But you want to go out in a blaze of glory, is that it?» chuckled Ben. «All right. I'll use my connections to get you an appointment with the DA. That's the least I can do. But I'd love to see Williamson's face when you air the news tonight. God, would I ever!»

«We'll have it videotaped for you,» promised Tony.

Ben didn't hear. He was already speaking urgently on the phone, his voice low. Then a slow smile spread across his lips and he said to Velvet, «Get that perky ass of yours up to the DA's office right now. You can squeeze in a few minutes. And good luck!»

Tony and Velvet made it to the District Attorney's office in record time and immediately ran into a snag. The secretary seemed to think they should wait.

Sitting and chafing at the delay, Velvet leaned over and spoke to Tony quietly. «Remember how we worked it with the bank president and the cashier?

«Sure!»

«Same thing'll go here. Except you can get into the act. That poor girl is simply starved for affection. Go lavish some on her. Who knows? You might get lucky.»

«Being with you is luck enough,» he said, rising and going to the woman. Velvet watched for a few minutes as the secretary blushed, then smiled shyly. Within another five, Tony and the secretary left, mumbling something about getting a cup of coffee.

Velvet didn't hesitate. She was through the door and into the DA's office in a flash.

The man looked up, startled. He put down the dictating microphone and asked, «Who the hell are you?»

«I'm Velvet Larkin. Ben called and said you'd see me.»

«When I was ready. Not instantly. Hell, you're not . . .» The man's voice trailed off as Velvet came across the room. She had unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse. As she swung across the room another came undone. Her lavish tits swelled up white and delectable, threatening to come tumbling out at any instant. That caught the man's eye.

Velvet perched on the edge of the desk, one of her slender, well-formed legs swinging so that he could see it clearly. As she crossed her legs, she gave him a glimpse all the way up to her crotch. The way he swallowed hard told her the battle was half-won. Now all she needed to do was melt his resolve a little more.

«The case against the city manager is going to be a big one politically. There's no reason why you shouldn't get all the coverage possible on it.»

«And you want an, uh, an exclusive?» the man mumbled, obviously more interested in seeing if Velvet would recross her legs in the other direction.

She did.

«It won't hurt. The defense knows what you've got. You always prepare a good case. And the public should know what a great job you're doing. It is election year, after all, and this could be a real boost to you for reelection.»

«Yeah, it could,» said the DA. «Uh, look, Miss, uh . . .»

«Just call me Velvet.»

«Velvet,» he said, allowing the name to roll off his tongue. His eyes darted back and forth from her stocking-clad legs to her tits, still bobbling about and almost ready to come bursting forth from her blouse. «I shouldn't give it to just anyone.»

«I'm not just anyone,» she said, leaning forward. This time her tits did come spilling out. «Oh, my!» she said with coy alarm. «Would you help me? I seem to be in some trouble.»

«Help?» he said dully. She reached out and took his hands and pulled them to her tits. The feel of his hands closing on her boobs sent shivers of delight through her chest. She sighed deeply and moved closer to the DA.

«So nice,» she cooed. «I could spend the rest of the day like this. But I can't, not really.»

«Why not?»

«Because my poor little pussy is so hungry. It needs to be fed.»

«Your pussy? Your pet?»

Velvet laughed and moved even closer, her feet resting on either arm of the man's chair. She kept his hands moving all over her tits, fondling them, crushing the life out of them, making them quiver with the promise of more to come.

«Not my pet. My pussy. My pussy needs to be fed. And it's carnivorous. It only likes meat, manmeat, and lots of it. I bet you could feed it, couldn't you?»

She opened her legs even more causing her skirt to hike up. She wiggled on the desk and got the fabric under her ass. This wantonly exposed her snatch to the man. He couldn't take his eyes off the bikini briefs she wore. They were bright red and made from flimsy nylon material that could be seen through. Her dark furry bush poked above the top and her pink, damp pussy lips were outlined by the thin fabric.

«God, for that I'd give away any secret in my safe!» the man exclaimed.

«I only want what you're going to be making public tomorrow. Nothing more,» she said softly. «Why don't you just get those nasty old panties out of the way? We'd both like that a lot, wouldn't we?»

«Hell, yes!» the man exclaimed. He pulled one of his hands free from the warm, white tit it had been clutching and grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk.

Velvet shivered as he ran the cold metallic edge along the soft inside of her thigh. She gasped as he snipped and took the fabric between the blades. Another snip and her pussy was exposed totally.

She bent forward, keeping her feet on the arms of his chair, and got his zipper yanked down. His prick stood up at attention, proud and eager for the challenge.

Velvet didn't hesitate. Her legs slipped down on either side of the man's hips and she knelt on his chair, her pussy brushing the tip of his jutting prick.

«Go on, put it in. I want to feel it inside me,» she urged.

He reached down and got hold of his prick, maneuvered it into the right place and then said, «Down. You've got to lower yourself down onto it. I need . . . oh my God!»

Velvet would have cried out, too, but the shock of feeling that prick surge into her wet, seething hot pussy was almost too much for her. She was robbed of speech, but it didn't matter. Her pussy was saying all the things she wanted to say. And the man's cock was speaking for him.

They wanted each other. That was obvious. She felt his cock trembling and dancing lustily inside the tightness of her dripping pussy. Her cunt walls tensed and gripped down feverishly on him until she thought she could just sit there straddling the man's waist and get off.

But this wasn't enough for the DA.

«Move, dammit,» he urged. «Fuck yourself. I can't move my hips as long as you've got me pinned in this chair.»

She leaned forward even more, shoving her tit into his mouth. She didn't want him talking, not now. She wanted the most stimulation he was capable of giving her.

When he started sucking on her tit, she gasped and almost came. The feel of his mighty cock pulsating in her pussy and the wet, sucking mouth moving all over the crest of her jug made her shake like a leaf in a high wind. Velvet knew she was blushing, but it didn't matter. They were both too far gone in the throes of their own desire to let anything stop them.

She worried briefly about the morality of using sex to get her story. This seemed cheap to her and yet she was in a big bind. Williamson had forced her to fuck him. If she had wanted to go out and starve, without a job and without money, she could have. Letting him have his way with her was less of a loss of self-esteem than not being able to succeed at the job she had wanted for so long.

This wasn't much different, she decided. She could flaunt her sex and get the story. The difference was in how much she enjoyed it. The DA wasn't a bad-looking man. A touch of grey tinged his hair and gave him a distinguished appearance. The size of his prick filling her pussy told her it was going to be good for both of them, too.

«More, give me more of that mouth all over my titties, «she sobbed out.

He obeyed her instantly. He tried to take an entire breast into his mouth. Her boob was too large for that and he left ugly red streaks behind on the soft white flesh where his teeth cut in. But she thrilled to the sensation.

The teeth aroused her and caused more blood to pound into her tits. The nipples cresting the tips of her jugs pulsed with a sexual power she hadn't realized lay within her. Any second she expected her boobs to explode.

His tongue tormented her, licking and rolling the tiny buttons of her nipples in erotic circles. His hands reached around and pulled her ass- cheeks apart. And his cock! It thrust boldly all the way up into her twat giving her a feeling of completeness.

«Fuck yourself,» he grated out around a mouthful of titflesh. «You're the one able to move. So move, dammit, move and get it on!»

His finger probed up into her asshole to urge her along. The way his prick jerked and danced in the tight berth of her pussy was more than enough to make her hips lift up and away from his groin.

She shuddered as his cock left. The vacuum formed behind that piston of manflesh was almost dragging her guts out. She couldn't wait to get his prick back inside her where it belonged. Tiny fires danced along the entire length of her fuck tunnel and she had to stroke them, build them, get them going into raging conflagrations.

As soon as only the purple-knobbed tip of his cock remained between the damp lips of her pussy, she paused, got her hips back into position and then lunged downward again. She cried out as his prick forced its way up into her deepest recesses.

The folds of her pussy straightened under the impact of his racing prick. She felt her resilient cunt walls straining to expand to take the huge rod. And then she relaxed a little and felt nothing but the pulsating warmth from his virile cock.

She repeated the process. Lifting off his crotch, feeling his prick slip from her cunt, then tease and torment her cunt lips. When she jammed her hips down again, she felt the fires she had been carefully nurturing come totally alive. They burned with a frantic need now. She had to stroke those carnal blazes until they consumed her. Nothing less would do.

Velvet pumped up and down on the man's fuck pole, stroking and twisting her hips and turning every way she could for the maximum stimulation. The man's mouth continued to nurse greedily at her tits and his hands fondled her buttocks and guided her so that the fucking was even more potent than if she had been doing it solely on her own.

«Now, oh yes, nooooow!» she moaned out.

His fingers tightened like steel bands on her ass as she came. The entire length of his prick was safely berthed in her hot sheath of female flesh as she came. She felt every single contour of that cock as her pussy walls collapsed around it. Straining, struggling to breathe, lost in the throes of intense orgasm, she exploded.

Fucking herself as fast as she could, the girl couldn't get enough. Her demanding cunt sucked and pulled at his prick. She felt his entire length begin to stiffen even more, expanding to the point where she was sure he would spew out his jizz at any second. The man's control was as solid as a rock. Even though he was on the brink of coming, he held off.

This allowed her to fuck herself even more.

Velvet stayed balanced on the knife edge of orgasm longer than she would have thought possible. Her wild movements caused the swivel chair to squeak ominously but being thrown to the floor didn't enter her mind.

«My balls,» he panted. «They feel like a pressure cooker. A cooker without a safety valve! God, I'm going to explode!»

«Not yet!» she begged. «Hang on for a while longer. Oh, I need this, I need it so baaaaad!»

She came.

Her world spun crazily as the ice and iron grip of climax smashed down on her tender young body. She felt the man's mouth pulling her nipple deeper into his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his rough, wet tongue. The sensations from that lanced down into her chest and slowly sifted down to her belly.

The manhandling he gave her buttocks produced a different sort of arousal for her. It was more gentle, more seductive, more insidious. She hardly realized it was stimulating her at all until the feelings wormed their way up her spine and settled like melted butterscotch in her stomach.

And the thickness of his cock spread her cunt walls to the breaking point. Her juices slackened his cock enough so that there was only excitement as she fucked herself on his cock, but the sensations ripping into her belly were sharp, intense. She felt as if every electric surge of entry was tearing her apart.

All these met in her belly and planted an atomic bomb. When she tossed her head back and felt her lustrous hair flowing around her bare shoulders, stroking and tantalizing her, she came again. There was no holding back the intensity of her feelings now.

«Aieeeee!»

«Not so damned loud,» he panted. «My secretary will hear.»

«No, she won't,» Velvet told him. But she couldn't explain why not. That was too complex for her right now. She was reduced to animal level responses. Total joy seized her body and held it in a vise-grip.

And she loved every instant of it.

She began tightening her cunt muscles to clamp down firmly on his mighty piston of cock-flesh. There was an immediate response. The man gasped and began fucking upwards into her twat, actually lifting her off the chair with every powerful thrust.

«Can't hang on any longer. Just can't,» he complained.

He fucked faster and deep and then spilled his seed into her eagerly awaiting loins. Her pussy clutched even harder at his buried prick, milking it and sucking hard at the juices fountaining out. She came again just as the last of his jism pumped into her cunt.

She sagged forward, the man's face buried between her tits. He licked slowly up the deep canyon and then kissed her full on the lips.

«This is a hell of a trade,» he said finally. «The fuck of my life for something that'll be public knowledge tomorrow anyway.»

«Screw the information. Let's do it again,» she said breathlessly. And Velvet meant it. Her pussy hummed with desire now, begging for another fucking like the one she'd just gotten.

The DA laughed. «A fuck like that in a week keeps me happy now. But God, do I ever wish I could oblige you.»

He lifted her easily off the chair and let her get her feet under her. The long, silken dress flowed down and hid her naked gash. The man sighed, obviously hating to lose sight of such a lovely territory all decked out in crinkly furred bush. He zipped himself up and went to the files, took one out and dumped it on his desk.

«There it is. I'm going out for coffee. When I get back I'll expect to find the file intact on my desk. And don't look at it,» he added, winking. He turned and left.

Velvet didn't waste a second opening the file and copying out the information she needed for her television report. This was a banner day for her.

A major news scoop and one of the best fuckings she'd ever gotten.

Chapter 10

«More tomorrow evening on this major news-making story,» said Tony. Velvet smiled at him from off-camera. The story had been great. There was no doubt that dozens of people around City Hall were scurrying for cover, trying to protect their own asses now that the evidence against the city manager was in the open.

Velvet signed off and immediately threw her arms around Tony, kissing him on the lips.

«Great stuff, Velvet,» he said after they'd finished the kiss. «And the story wasn't bad either.»

She laughed delightedly. This was the type of thing she had hoped to do all through college. To go out and land the big stories, to make them ready for the public and crack down on the crooked politicians. And she was doing it on television!

«Let's go celebrate. I figure it'll take an hour or so for the ratings to come in on the show, but with the lead-ins we gave it during the soap operas this afternoon, we probably had a hell of a big audience.»

«They tuned in just to ogle you,» laughed Tony. «The men's tongues would be hanging out and the women would all hate and envy you at the same time. You're gorgeous!»

«Hold it, you two,» came Williamson's cold voice. They turned and saw the station manager standing in the doorway.

«What is it?»

«I didn't like the format at all. All wrong. I'm going to downgrade both of you for incompetence.»

«But you'll still have to pay us what Ben agreed on. We've got the contracts, remember.» Tony was feeling too good to let a shit-for- brains like Williamson bug him now.

The station manager's words chilled both Tony and Velvet.

«I read the fine print. If I think you're doing a sloppy job, that's grounds for firing. But I'm not going to do that. I'm just downgrading you both to scripters.»

«You mean you don't want us to do anything but write the copy that someone else's already put together?»

«Just pretty it up, keep the grammar close to conversational and that's all. And I don't have to pay you those inflated salaries this way, either. You're both on minimum wage again.»

«But . . .»

Velvet's protest fell on deaf ears. The man had gone off, chuckling to himself.

«Is he for real?» asked Tony, stunned. «Can he do that?»

«He's been with the station lawyer all afternoon,» said Velvet. «While we were out busting our butts to get this story, he's been plotting how to get rid of us. Yeah, I'll bet that everything he says is possible. Legal, even. You know contracts. They're for screwing the people who can't afford a high-priced lawyer.»

«We'll fight,» raged Tony. «We can go to the college and get someone out of the law clinic.»

«Those are students, Tony,» said Velvet. «Against an experienced lawyer they wouldn't have a chance. No, we've got to fight back in a different way. Not play Williamson's game. We've got to figure out a way of playing out this so we'll win.»

«Good luck. Come on, let's go and get drunk.»

«And screw?» she added, smiling.

«Not a bad idea, now that you mention it.»

«Go on, Tony, and I'll join you in a while. I've got an idea that just might keep us around for a while – in jobs we can stomach.»

«You're not going to let that sack of shit fuck you, are you?»

«No, that's over. He just uses people. His promises don't mean a damned thing. No, I've got another idea. Now you run along and I'll meet you in an hour or so.»

«Okay. But don't be much longer. I've got a lot of nervous tension to work off – and I'll bet you do, too.»

Velvet only smiled and lightly kissed the man. She didn't want to tell him her pussy still had a warm feeling in it from the fucking she had gotten that afternoon. If all stories were as pleasurable to get as that one, she would be a top reporter in nothing flat and enjoying every instant of it.

Tony left and Velvet worried for a moment if she was doing the right thing. Then she decided that things couldn't be worse. If she didn't go straight to the owner of the station, Williamson would have both her and Tony chewed up and spat out before she knew it.

Velvet knocked on Mr. Power's door, hardly expecting him to be in at this time of the evening. She had never seen the man. Few of the «hired help» around the station had. Rumors had it he only spoke with God – and then only if God had made an appointment.

«Come in,» came a querulous voice. Velvet took a deep breath and went in, not knowing what to expect. The man behind the desk wasn't as old as she'd expected. He was in his early fifties, perhaps, starting to go bald and not caring about it.

Somehow, that made him all the more attractive to her. It accentuated his masculinity. The hard eyes told her this wasn't a man to fool around with. He had gotten to the top by clawing and fighting and yet there was something about him that attracted her greatly.

«I'm Velvet Larkin,» she started. He cut her off.

«I know. The sexpot on the evening news. So?»

«So I'm not the sexpot on the evening news any more. The station manager demoted both Tony Sims and me to copywriters.»

«So?»

«So it's not fair.» She saw this had no effect at all on the man. And then she knew what would. «It's losing your audience ratings. We've had two of the top stories of the year. Ones we ferreted out on our own. We're young, attractive and we can build up the audience. That gets you reporters. You had a lush anchoring the news. We can do better – if we have the chance.»

«Why'd Williamson bounce you?»

«Personal reasons. He'd been fucking me, blackmailing me into it. He said he'd fire me from the weather position if I didn't put out. When Ben Carlton promoted me up and I delivered, he made me co-anchor. Williamson fired Ben and now he's trying to get rid of me.»

«He fired Ben?» Powers wrinkled his forehead, deep in thought. «I hadn't heard that. A mistake. So what do you want me to do?»

«You own the station. All the real power comes from here. Do something or you're going to lose every sponsor you've got on the news.»

«Not likely, but gaining more would be nice. Making money is always nice. But what are you willing to do to make me overrule Williamson? Would you let me fuck you?»

«No,» said Velvet. «I've been that route and it is degrading. Better to be out sitting on the curb than to put out for someone simply to keep a job.»

«Did you fuck Ben?»

«Yes,» she said without hesitation. «We were attracted to each other. We still are. He's back with his wife and we all get along fine. But that's personal and none of your business.»

Powers laughed. «I can't remember when anyone had the balls to tell me something wasn't my business. And I like you being honest. Hate it when people sneak around lying their fool heads off.» He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers behind his head and stretching like a lithe, trim cat. «Tell me, am I attractive to you?»

«Yes!»

«You're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You realize that I'd be stupid in a business sense to ever go to bed with you.»

«Business and pleasure don't mix, is that it?»

«That's it. Look, Ms. Larkin, I'll look into all this and get back to you. Why don't you just run along and let me get to work.»

Velvet started to speak but the man's attention had returned to a stack of papers in front of him. Without another word, she turned and left. Finding Tony in the bar was the only thing left for her in the world.

She and Tony spoke of all sorts of things but she kept coming back to the discussion with Mr. Powers. «I just wouldn't put out for him. And he seemed to accept that,» she said. «I've had it being forced into fucking just to keep my job. Never again.»

«That's the burden you have to bear for being so heartachingly beautiful,» said Tony. «Look at me. My hand's shaking just thinking about you. What you do to a man should be illegal.»

Velvet smiled wanly and said, «Illegal? How illegal?»

Her hand crept under the table and up the man's leg. She found his crotch and the bulge growing there and started massaging it. His cock lurched and rumbled in lust by the time she had worked herself up enough to say, «Let's go somewhere and get it on. I need it after today.»

«God, I can't wait. Into the men's john. We'll fuck there!»

The idea struck her as so kinky she didn't even try to argue. Her pussy was churning now, turning her crotch sopping wet with the cunt sauce leaking from her insides. They got up and went back to the men's restroom. A furtive glance to see if anyone noticed and then they were inside.

Tony latched the door and immediately kissed her, his hands trying to stroke over every single square inch of her flesh all at once.

«God, Tony, I'm hot. I'm burning up inside wanting you. Finger-fuck me and then really fuck me with your cock. Oh, ummmm, yeah, that's what I need!»

His hands had lifted her skirt up around her waist. Pulling down her panties had taken just an instant. She kicked free of them and widened her stance so that he could get either finger or cock into her seething hot fuck channel.

His finger reamed her out. By the time his hand was drenched in her oily juices, she was ready for anything.

And so was Tony.

«I'm not going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours,» he told her. «I've got a better idea?»

«Huh?» She was so lost in the wonderland of sensation coursing through her that she hardly understood what he was saying. He spun her around so fast she lost her balance.

She reached out and grabbed the edge of the wash basin, bent into an L- shape, her ass jutting backwards. As the man's hands spread her asscheeks and she felt his hot, thick cylinder of lust plunging into that deep canyon, she knew what he was going to do.

«No , Tony, don't fuck me up the asshole! I . . . I've never had a man up there before. It . . . ummm, ohhhh!»

He didn't ram all the way up into her rectum. The glans of his prong edged into the anus and banged away gently, trying to open it up before surging all the way up her back. Even with this gentle approach, she felt some pain. But the way he had greased his prick with her own thick lubricants allowed him to inch into her tightest passage.

She felt her anal sphincter muscle slowly expanding. Then it gave up the battle altogether. He sank a couple more inches into her bowels. She shrieked and moaned, sweat pouring off her body. But there wasn't any pain now. It had been replaced by a stark, raw animal lust that she'd never experienced before. The feel of his cock resting against the walls of her shit chute made her feel lusty, strong, totally feminine and wanton at the same time.

«Fuck me good,» she begged now. «Ram it in. I can take it. Really I can!»

His hands gripped her around the waist. He pulled her backwards slightly as his hips levered forward. Inch after tantalizing inch of his prick sank into her hot, clinging asshole. When she felt his balls wetly swinging against her cunt lips, she knew he was buried to the hilt up her rear.

The way his cock danced and throbbed inside her asshole made her think millions of fire-ants had invaded her body and nipped at her most delicate flesh. But it wasn't painful. It aroused her more and more. She clutched fiercely at the porcelain wash basin for support.

«Fuck me now. Don't just let it rest there. Tear me up with that fuck stick of yours!»

The entry had given her a little pain. As the man retreated from the hot, tight berth, Velvet thought she would go out of her skull. The vacuum formed in her guts threatened to pull her inside out. A lewd sucking noise sounded as the head of his cock left her ring of clinging anal muscle.

He didn't hesitate. He rammed back into her, faster than the first insertion. And he rotated his hips slightly to give her a corkscrewing motion. She felt her rectal walls try to hang on to that twisting, turning prick. He stirred her up inside more and more, then pulled out again.

His hands stroked over the cool half-moons of her asscheeks. He reached down and pulled at the doughy mounds, trying to get a better shot at her asshole. This caused her rectum to shrink in size around his cock.

They both gasped as he pushed her asscheeks apart. She felt every single tremble of his pillar now. The broad arrowhead-shaped glans spread even wider, pressing into her tight tunnel. The big blue vein on the top of his cock pulsed with feverish need.

«Can't hang on. Damn, never fucked a chick like this before. Too damned exciting. Taking too much out of me.»

«Give me the sexiest enema ever!» she moaned out. «Come up my ass. Give me one hell of a fuck and then come up my asshole!»

She jammed her hips backwards into the curve of his body. They fit together perfectly, like pieces out of a picture puzzle. He pulled back and then stuffed himself back into her rectum with all the speed and desire locked up in his loins.

Before either of them realized what was happening, they were fucking fast and furious. He greeked her with long, demanding strokes. Every single thrust up her back produced enough carnal friction to make them both gasp and want more, lots more.

Velvet bent even further forward, her head lower than her hands now. This tightened up her asshole around his column of cock better than anything else she'd done.

«Bugger me. Give me every goddamn inch of that sweet prick of yours.»

«Oh, damn, damn,» he grunted. His balls had tensed up and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He wanted to make this last all day long but he didn't have the control for it.

She felt his cock swelling even more in her tight ass. When his fucking rhythm turned jerky, she knew it would only be seconds before he came. And she was right.

The first hot squirt of jism into her bowels left her quivering and ready for more. The second robbed her of her strength. As the third gout spewed into her sucking asshole, she came.

Their bodies wetly smashed together, grinding and turning, getting his prick as deep up her asshole as possible. And all too soon for both of them, his cock deflated and dribbled from her butt.

She dropped to her knees, putting her sweating forehead against the coolness of the wash basin. «That was great, Tony. I never thought it would be so good.»

«I've never cornholed a chick before,» he said, still stunned from the intensity of his feeling. «But damn if I didn't love it!»

They were interrupted by someone hammering on the washroom door demanding to get in. Velvet smiled, motioned Tony to silence and then unlatched the door. The look on the incoming man's face changed from anger to confusion to outright panic.

Tony and Velvet laughed all the way out of the bar.

Chapter 11

«He won't do anything,» said Tony glumly. «But it was still a good try, Velvet. I think the boss man should know what Williamson is doing to us and to the station.»

She nodded. Watching the evening news with a new anchorman had been dismal for her. The man was okay, but she knew that she and Tony were better, lots better. But Williamson had chosen this man and that made it official. They were to write the news gathered by others and then let this guy read what they'd written on the air.

Velvet had been aced out of both the jobs she wanted most. And she knew the next time Williamson came to her wanting to fuck, she would lose her job as writer. Not that it mattered so much. She had more confidence in her own abilities now. Finding another job would be hard, but hadn't she and Tony landed two of the top news stories of the year? Getting another job would be a snap in comparison to that.

«Well,» the dark-haired woman said, «at least the new anchorman got the best written stuff he'll ever see. We did it, after all.»

Tony laughed, then stifled it as Williamson walked into their tiny cubicle.

«Both of you, up. We're going to see Mr. Powers for a high-level conference.»

«So?» Velvet asked. She followed Williamson out and to the office where she'd just been last night. This time there wasn't any fear in the woman. No matter what happened, she could handle it. The worst had already passed and she was in control.

The stern Mr. Powers sat behind his desk, exactly the same as she'd seen him the night before.

«Hello, Velvet. Mr. Sims. Have a seat.»

Velvet frowned a little at the greeting. Something wasn't quite right. By the time she and Tony had sat down, it occurred to her. Mr. Powers had called her by her first name. That was totally out of character for the man. And he had called Tony «Mr. Sims.» That was more formal and more as she'd imagined.

One further thing. While she and Tony were seated, Williamson remained standing.

«Mr. Williamson, who is the program director for this station?»

«Well, uh, we don't have one right now, Mr. Powers.»

«That's because you fired Ben Carlton.»

«Right, Mr. Powers. He, uh, he wasn't doing his job.»

«No, he did his job well. I hired him quite a few years ago and have nothing but praise for him. With one small exception.»

«What's that?» asked Williamson suspiciously.

«He kept that lush Elliot on the evening news too long. But he did that out of a false sense of charity since Elliot was a friend of yours. A drinking buddy, in fact.»

«I fired him because he was fucking her! Williamson saw the way the conversation was heading and knew he had to take the heat off. He accused Velvet and pointed a finger at her. «She and Ben Carlton were fucking while they should have been working.»

«Is that any different from what you do, Mr. Williamson?» Before the station manager could protest, the lights in the room dimmed and a movie flickered into existence, projected on the far wall. It showed graphic detail of Williamson fucking Velvet «An X-rated movie. I don't like spying on my people, Mr. Williamson, but I do check up on occasion. I rather enjoyed this one. But from what Velvet tells me, she didn't like it at all. You extorted her into fucking.»

«She's a goddamn liar! The bitch! She loved it! She . . .»

«Mr. Carlton,» called out Powers, drowning the station manager's complaints. «Is that so?»

Ben walked into the room and shook his head. «No, sir, it's not. She hated having to put out for him. She told me so. But he'd've fired her otherwise.»

«I think the case is most clear, Mr. Williamson. You have turned my highly efficient and well-run station into a shambles. Improvements in on-air personnel have been negated by your own selfish motives. I don't care if you fuck everything that moves around here, as long as it doesn't hurt the station.»

«Mr. Powers, let me explain.»

«I know the explanation, Mr. Williamson. And I'm not interested in any lies. You're fired.»

For a second, Williamson stood and stared, then he spun around and stalked off, slamming the door behind him.

«He's such a tedious person,» said Powers. «I'm glad to be rid of him. You've got the station manager's job, Ben. And don't fuck it up like he did.»

«Who do you want as program director, Mr. Powers?»

«Hmmm, a problem. But one with an easy solution, if you're up to it. Janet's worked around stations off and on for years. Do you think your wife could handle the job?»

«She'll give it a good try.»

«Can't ask for more. And get rid of that clown on the news. I want to see tits and ass on there again, no offense, Velvet. And you can leave Tony on, too. He might pull some of the women viewers. Now get out of here and let me run my station.»

The three of them left, ecstatic.

* * *

«I'm so nervous I can hardly believe it,» said Velvet. «I've been on the air dozens of times but this makes it seem like the very first time.»

All the crew had been changed. Larry and his friends had been transferred to the daytime programming while new hands ran the cameras for the evening shift. Tony sat and let the makeup man put the last touches on before they went on the air.

«With Ben running things, it is sure a lot nicer. Giving us free rein is nice. We'll come up with some dynamite stuff for him.»

«Where is he?»

«Damned if I know. Haven't seen Janet around, either. I guess they're off celebrating somewhere. Maybe the four of us can get together to celebrate even more after the show.»

Velvet felt her pussy churn and boil at the thought of the four of them getting it on again. They made a matched set. Whenever one of them was horny, at least one of the others would be willing and able to do something about it.

She still hadn't been able to reconcile her new status around the station. She was treated with respect now and it wasn't simply because she slept with the boss – and his wife. Velvet fit in now and everyone knew she did a good job. That was enough.

«Five seconds to air,» came the voice from the booth.

Velvet and Tony sat behind the huge desk and stared into the camera. Velvet shuffled her papers and got ready for the introduction when she saw a slight movement under the desk. She turned and looked as she heard Tony moan.

Janet had crawled under the desk, had run down the man's zipper and was playfully fondling his prick. And all this seconds before they went on the air!

The other woman hungrily forced the limp prick into her mouth and sucked noisily on it. Velvet had the opening story and read it a little louder than necessary to keep the carnal, obscene sucking sounds from being picked up by her microphone. When it came Tony's turn to read a story, she almost broke out laughing. He was red in the face and struggling to keep from squirming all over his chair. Janet's eager mouth worked avidly on the tip of his prick, licking and sucking, giving him the best head possible in the cramped quarters.

Velvet had to laugh as Tony's stiff cock jerked from Janet's mouth for a moment. The woman pressed closer, her tongue prying his hairy balls out of his pants. She licked across them, then sucked the entire sac into her mouth.

Velvet saw her gently gnawing on his balls and realized Tony wasn't going to be able to keep going much longer. She nodded to the director to shift back to her. She'd let them get it on and read one of Tony's stories. After all, she wasn't engaged in oral sex under the desk.

She wasn't, that is, when she signaled. As the camera switched back to her she felt a rough, damp tongue working its way up the inside of her thigh. Trying to close her legs tightly didn't work. Strong, masculine hands pushed her legs obscenely wide. Hot panting breath crossed her snatch and gusted through her bush.

«I like it when a chick doesn't wear panties,» came Ben's voice from under the table. «That makes pussy-eating all the easier.»

She didn't dare answer. The camera was on her. The tables had been turned. While Tony still struggled to keep a straight face, amusement at her predicament was part of his strain now. Ben's mouth moved ever closer to her snatch, licking and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.

His tongue raked along the puffy ridges of her labia, then parted her sex lips enough to dip into her cunt. She shivered as if she were cold. His tongue speared into her twat and wiggled against the liquid walls.

She stammered through her story and pleadingly looked over at Tony, hoping he would be able to take some of the strain off her. He didn't. Janet's mouth was too firmly fixed on the end of his cock for that. She sucked so hard that her cheeks went hollow under the strain.

Velvet could see her jaws working and knew she was using her tongue against the tip of his prick, teasing the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the head and maybe even trying to stuff her oral organ down the tiny hole at the end of his cock. No matter what she did with her tongue, she turned the man on a lot.

«Keep reading,» came Ben's stern voice from her snatch. «You're on the air. You don't want millions of people to know you're getting your pussy eaten out, do you?»

She didn't. And yet she could hardly restrain the feelings rampaging through her body. The feel of his rough tongue slipping in and out of her cunt hole was almost enough to make her come. She fought down that intense tide of passion.

If she got off on the air, she couldn't hide it. She'd scream and moan and say something that would have the FCC down on her in a flash. Velvet couldn't even tell Ben to stop.

How could she possibly say, «Get that fucking tongue out of my cunt» when her microphone picked up every single word?

Ben's mouth pressed even closer. His nose dueled with her clit while this tongue fucked in and out of her slackened cunt. He touched all the right spots along her fuck tunnel. She felt the sexual tensions mounting inside her until she felt like a string pulled so taut it would snap at any second.

Just as she gasped out something lewd and not for the air, they switched her mike off and went back to Tony. She panted harshly. That alone would have sent static over the airwaves. But she gasped and moaned aloud now, not caring if the man's microphone picked it up. She had to cry out her passions.

She had to!

And she couldn't. She didn't dare do it.

Ben licked from the fluid opening of her cunt up to her clit. He teased that tiny little organ until it was straining and erect. Sucking it into his mouth, he tormented it until she did come. She stifled the loud cries she normally shrieked at the top of her lungs, then decided the only way to get back at the man was to fight fire with fire.

Kicking off one of her shoes, she moved her foot to his crotch.

«Get your cock out,» she said in a low whisper.

He obeyed her, joining in with her idea of revenge. She curled her toes around his prick and began stroking up and down its turgid length. Velvet thought of how she'd tweaked Janet's nipples using her toes, and how the other woman had done that in turn for her. The thick stem of Ben's cock was easier to move against.

She got her other shoe off and held his cock firmly between her toes. The throbbing, virile warmth of his cock sent shivers up and down her spine. And with his head in her lap, his face buried in the fragrant nest of her bush, they were both lost in an erotic playground.

Tony was giving another story now. She saw that he had taken her silent lead and was toe-fucking Janet's naked cunt. The silvery froth from that overflowing pussy dribbled down the sides of the man's foot and greased the entry for his big toe. Janet was smiling around the thick stalk of manmeat jutting from her mouth.

All four of them were giving as much as they were getting. But the strain was definitely on both Tony and Velvet.

She had never thought her first night back in the co-anchor spot would seem this long. She'd been uptight over it, but only from nerves. Those were long forgotten. Now all she hoped for was to get through the news without saying something – or doing anything on the air – that would get her tossed in jail.

Live Action Sex News. She could see that as a headline for the newspapers if the cameras ever swung around to the side and showed Janet sucking so avidly on Tony's cock and Ben eating out her cunt.

She gasped again as the man's tongue swirled around her go-button, surged up the side of the clit, toyed with it for a second and then worked back along her fluttering sex lips. He didn't tongue-fuck her this time, though. He pushed lower, across her ridged perineum and to her asshole.

«Not there!» she cried out loud. The camera crew jumped, thinking she was talking to them. A hurried consultation among the men caused the cameras to be repositioned.

She was too lost to stop them. Ben's tongue probed and pushed into her asshole.

Velvet had never felt hornier than she did now. Oral sex got her hot for cock. But she wouldn't get any more cock than was twitching powerfully between her toes. She moved her feet quickly, getting the man harder and harder even as his tongue reamed out her ass.

The sudden spurt of hot jism all over her feet made her come. She'd gotten him off. Velvet had to fight down the obvious effects of her own orgasm. She saw Tony shaking as his prick spurted out come into Janet's sucking mouth.

She came again just a second before the camera swung back to cover her. The tongue buried up her asshole was almost more than she could stand. Now that she was back on the camera, there wasn't a way in hell she could stop Ben.

«We try to get to the bottom of the news,» she said slowly, forcing the words to come out right. «Stay tuned to this station for the lowdown on all that's happening, no matter where, no matter to whom. Just remember, we deliver more than just word of mouth!»

The camera light winked off and Velvet shrieked out loud. Her entire body was wracked by her orgasm. Left weak and drained, she slipped down in her chair, draping her legs over Ben's shoulders so he could get his mouth back onto her snatch.

«Go on, you son of a bitch. Eat!» she said.

But Velvet wouldn't have had it any other way. She and Tony had made it. She and Tony and Ben and Janet. The four of them were a team now and that team was unstoppable. Whether it was reporting the news or far-out sex, they delivered!

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Her Driving Desires

BEE-5797 Chapter 1

Chapter 2

It was cock; manly, hard, hot prick.

If she could.

They stared into one another's eyes and nothing more needed to be said.

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

She left, not knowing if she felt good or not.

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Velvet finally gasped out, «Ben, it's not what you think.»

Chapter 8

It was a good feeling, damned good.

A major news scoop and one of the best fuckings she'd ever gotten.

Velvet smiled wanly and said, «Illegal? How illegal?»

Tony and Velvet laughed all the way out of the bar.

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