"I'm so nervous, Mr. B," confessed the lovely blonde. "I'm certain I'm going to do everything wrong."
Dwight patted her on the shoulder, then gripped down hard enough to make her turn and face him.
"You'll do just fine, my dear," he said, a slight leer in his eyes.
Caroline had a flash of having done something wrong then. She hastily reached and touched her lips with her fingertips. All the man's jism was gone. She felt a surge of guilt and then pushed it in the back of her mind. Sucking him off hadn't been bad; she'd wanted to do it at the time. And, Dwight Bryon certainly hadn't complained, either. In fact, he'd almost demanded she give him a blowjob.
Everything was moving too fast for the sexy young woman. She felt confused and embarrassed. And now, she was expected to go out onto the tiny stage, under the bright lights, with a camera rolling, while they videotaped her performance as a weathergirl. About all she could think of that wasn't really frightening for her was the fact that this videotape would never go out over the air. It would end up in the dusty files in a back room somewhere. But that fact didn't cause her to shake less.
"Do it and do it well," commanded Bryon. She nodded, a strand of her honey-blonde hair falling into her eyes. She nervously pushed it back, then walked out onto the stage, her shoulders pulled back so that her tits surged outward against her sweater. The short skirt she wore revealed her long, sleek legs and tight ass. She wasn't beautiful – she was gorgeous.
Caroline calmed down a little when she turned and looked at the cameraman. He seemed bored with the whole audition. This made the lovely blonde feel that this was ordinary, common, nothing unusual. Then Dwight Bryon pointed and made a gesture indicating the camera was on. Caroline glanced up, her grey-green eyes focused on the tiny red light on the camera.
She was on.
Caroline stammered and stuttered through five minutes of weather reports, trying to be witty, making reasonable comments about the climate, yet generally feeling she failed in every attempt. At the end of the five minutes, Caroline felt wrung out and exhausted.
"You did just fine," said Dwight, gripping her firmly under the elbow and steering her back toward his office. "Hey, Fred, make sure that tape ends up on the boss' desk, will you?"
The cameraman nodded, not even looking up from the paperback novel he'd buried his nose in. That was the work of someone in the control room, not him. He didn't give a shit and didn't care if Bryon or God Himself knew it.
"He's not very diligent, is he?" said Caroline, getting some of her courage back.
"He's one of the best, though," said Dwight. "That's why I tolerate him. In fact, you can be one of the best, too. Good audition."
"Good?" she asked in surprised. "I was terrible!"
"You were good. When you get on the air – after the boss sees your audition – you'll relax. I liked the comments you tossed in about having a picnic lunch out tomorrow and all that." He closed his office door behind them and added, "That's not all I like about you."
Caroline knew she shouldn't stay in here with this man. Not now. She felt the surge of adrenaline from her earlier fear fading. Left behind was a longing, a sexual need that mounted.
Dwight Bryon wasn't bad-looking, she decided. His cock was big enough to please any woman. Would it be so bad if she indulged herself one more time with him? So what if he was going to be her boss? Didn't this come under the heading of employee relations?
"That ass of yours turns me on as much as your legs. God, how I want to fuck you right up your ass!"
"Wh-what?" Caroline stammered. She'd never once considered such a kinky thing in all her life. But then she'd become used to only fucking in the missionary position.
"I want to cornhole you, dammit." His hands dropped and hiked up her skirt. She hardly knew what to do, how to respond. When Dwight Bryon shoved her forcefully to the floor, she landed on her hands and knees – just the right position for an ass fucking.
The feel of his hand moving over her ass turned her on as much as it convinced Dwight Bryon that was the right thing to do. He began stroking heavily over her, ass now. His breathing became harsh and hot.
Dwight said, "The hell with your modesty. You really turn me on, baby. I'll do anything, anything at all, just so long as I get to fuck that sweet ass of yours. It's driving me wild!"
"Good – and this is driving me wild!" she said, assuring him that his cock was having its effect on her. She reached, back through her legs and pulled down his zipper. His prick leaped out long and eager to bury itself all the way up her asshole.
It was Dwight's turn to peel her like a banana. The sweater she wore was quickly stripped off to reveal her naked, pendulous tits. The sight of her titflesh hanging from under her body made his breath come even faster, and he wasn't that much interested in her tits.
He dug tits, sure, but he was an ass man. He loved asses. Big and floppy asses. Tight and well-formed asses. He didn't care – he loved them all. Each ass had its own special attraction for him. And, Caroline's ass was just about perfect. He looked at those long, slender, tapered legs of hers, no longer restraining his lust for her.
Caroline's ass was the finest he'd ever seen. More than a double handful of assmeat in each cheek, tight and firm, young and wanton! Those were his requirements for a good buttfucking.
Tenderly he ran his hands over the satiny smooth skin of her ass. Almost like he was handling a religious relic, his fingers parted the half moons and dipped into the humid canyon between those meaty globes. Her ass gleamed whitely in the light. It was marble white but vastly warmer and more vibrant than any lifeless stone could ever be. His hand trembled with anticipation.
"God, I never thought I'd be fucking a woman who looked as good as this."
"All you had to do was ask," the sexy young woman said. "Now get on with it, damn you. I'm shaking inside. I want to feel more of this!"
She grabbed his cock again and pulled it insistently toward her body. She had to feel it inside her, moving, fucking, giving her the thrill of a lifetime.
Ass-fucked! Not once in her life had Caroline ever considered getting a prick up her asshole. And now she was begging for it.
He planted a wet, juicy kiss on her left buttock. Then he quickly moved to the other and kissed it. The feel of his mouth moving on her ass sent a jolt of sexual electricity volting through the dark-haired woman's body. Never had a kiss been so much of a turn-on for her. She was quaking inside as if she'd turned to jelly.
Slowly, she crept forward. She couldn't help herself. He followed her, his mouth moving constantly over her ass. When his rough, wet tongue speared out into the deep canyon between her asscheeks, she knew she'd found the single kinky act that would give her the most erotic pleasure.
Caroline wanted a cock drilling hard and long up her asshole.
From the feel of the man's breath on her naked butt, she was going to get her wish. Soon.
His hands moved restlessly over the sexy young woman's sides while he explored the tumid crack of her ass. He found her asshole without any trouble. When his tongue lightly probed into the tightly held, little muscle, she thought she was going to lose her mind.
It was a gentle touch, but one that might have been dipped in some corrosive fluid. It set her entire body on fife.
"Fuck me quick!" Caroline demanded. "I can't stand this any more! I want your cock! Now! Fuck me now!"
On hands and knees, ass presented to Dwight Bryon for his prick, she felt the entire room spinning around and around. She didn't remember much of what happened next. But it was all great.
She felt the hot cylinder of his prick pressing between her twin mounds of assflesh and digging hard for her asshole. The man might have stripped off his pants. She figured he had because the hairy thighs rubbing against her butt were driving her closer and closer to coming.
The blunt nose of his cock pushed hard against her anal sphincter. His earlier oral explorations had liberally supplied spit for lubrication. When his cock finally jammed into her asshole, it was well-greased.
Caroline gasped as she felt the thick, knobby head of his cock slide into her bowels. He was so big. She'd thought Dwight Bryon felt big when he'd fucked her cunt. Up her asshole, he was a monster!
She knew he was going to rip her apart with that giant prick.
For a long moment, he paused as if savoring her inner fires, her tight, clutching, demanding asshole. Then he slowly drilled deeper into her guts. When his cock finally sank balls deep, she was sweating and shuddering in reaction.
"God, it's… it's the best fucking ever!" she cried. "Ream me out good. I want to feel you tearing me up inside with that cock of yours!"
He grunted as he slowly retreated from her flaming hot interior. The sheath of flesh around his prick was more like a surgeon's glove than a female body. And that surgeon's glove had been filled with boiling hot lava. He was both crushed and burned by her clinging asshole. Best of all, her ass trembled just enough to give him the effect of having a vibrator shoved up hard against his crotch. That always made for the best greeking.
He loved it!
"You asked for it, Caroline, and you're gonna get every fucking inch of my damned cock!"
He slammed harder into her fuming hot asshole this time. Her inner membrane expanded slightly to accommodate the huge male invader raging up into her tightest passage. He didn't rip her apart. She only felt as if he had.
Gasping, she rammed her ass back into the circle of his crotch. Moving her ass in tiny circles heightened the effect of his cock inside her guts. It was a hot, all-male stirring stick buried far up her rectum. And moving like she did turned it around and around in her guts until she came.
"Aieeeeeeeeeee! Shit, oh, shit, I never, oh, ummmmmmmm!" she sighed, coming down from her sexual high. The cock remained stuck up her ass. It jerked.
She knew he was going to keep fucking her and that she was going to keep coming. This was so different from getting, laid in bed. This was raw, brutal, a man's fucking. Ass-raped! She was getting screwed all the way up her perky ass!
Those thoughts alone were enough to keep the lovely blonde perched on the brink of climax. And all the goading she needed to go over the edge again was rammed up her butt. The entire area of her ass flared hot as Dwight Bryon drove back and forth, corn-holing her. The thick arrowhead of his prick spread her white, trembly flesh apart and sent waves of delight washing through her body. When he reached around her body and lightly fingered her clit, she came again.
Then things began to blur. She was coming so fast, the entire world was lost to her. All that mattered was the long, hot cock fucking her ass. The finger on her clit sent her blasting off again and again. When he began pulling hard at her tits, stroking from the base to the hard nubbin of nipple like he was milking her, this only added fuel to the firest of her arousal.
She was one giant raw nerve-ending. And every touch was undiluted pleasure.
In the midst of her orgasmic high, Caroline felt Dwight Bryon's cock moving in and out of her asshole faster and faster. The friction burned away at her tender flesh. It was as if he'd shoved a rocket up her behind and lit the fuse. But this was a lot sexier than that ever could be. She loved the way Dwight Bryon fucked her ass.
Then the sexy young woman felt a hot surge in her asshole. The man had come. He blew his wad and creamed her guts with his jism. She was only vaguely aware of the sexy enema she was receiving. Still dazed from her repeated climaxes, Caroline was in no condition to care that the cock was slowly melting in her hot ass and slithering free of her clinging body.
Finally, she realized he wasn't screwing her any mote. Collapsing to the floor, she felt the coldness of the tile on her hard nipples and throbbing tits. This brought her back to reality more than anything else could have. She rolled over and looked at Dwight Bryon. A shit-eating grin crossed his face as he gazed down at her. It was a smile of complete satisfaction.
"You're one hell of a back-door man," Caroline told him.
"And you've got one hell of an ass to go with those fine legs. I could have fucked you the rest of the day."
Caroline Saunders almost wished he could have, too.