"Well, honey, how'd it go?" asked Peter Caldwell.
Caroline stared at her boyfriend lounging so lazily against the fender of his car. She didn't know how to answer him. She was still sore up the ass from the feel of Dwight Bryon's cock, and the beautiful young girl simply knew that the station manager's jism must be all over her trembly lips from when she'd sucked him off. She wore her guilt like a set of new clothes.
"Oh, uh, okay, I guess."
"You guess? What went wrong, darling? Tell me. Tell old Peter everything and I'll make it all right, I promise."
He took her in his strong arms and pulled her close. Caroline tried to get away, but the man wouldn't let her. He tightened his grip until she felt as if steel bands had closed on her waist.
"I blew it, Peter. I really did. I got nervous and the videotapes will be terrible and everything went wrong. I shouldn't have gone in there. I was so embarrassed!"
"Hey cool it. Everything'll be just fine." His thick finger dipped under her chin and raised her face to his. He kissed her. Caroline almost panicked then. What if he tasted the other man's jism on her lips?
"Peter, please. No!"
"You are upset, aren't you?" the man said. "Well, don't let it get you down. I'm sure you did fine."
"Mr. Bryon did say I had a good chance at the job." Caroline didn't go on and explain why. How could she tell her boyfriend that she'd sucked off Dwight Bryon and then let the man fuck her up the ass? She'd been turned on by the older man, the mature, suave way he approached her, the sureness in his manner. He'd been sure she wanted to suck him off. He'd been sure she was going to let him greek her.
Damn him!
"That's great! That calls for a celebration. Dinner out. That fancy place you've been wanting to go to. And then…" He let his words trail off in a sexy invitation.
"The new restaurant? The one on top of the hotel? Oh, Peter! You're too good to me!" She squealed, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Gone was all thought that he might taste another man's salty come on her lips.
"I know it. But what the hell? We only live once, right? And you getting the job calls for a big celebration."
"I don't have the job. Not yet."
"You will. Have some confidence, baby. Real confidence in yourself, your abilities."
Caroline drifted through the evening with Peter in a happy daze. Maybe what her boyfriend said was true. Maybe she did have the job in the big. But the nagging thought always came back. Did Bryon think she'd let him screw her up the ass like that only to get the job? She'd been turned on by him, a lot. He was handsome, strong, dominant, everything a woman wanted in a man. And his cock! She lifted her perky ass off the seat several times during the evening to rub over the smooth curves where his hard prick had driven in to find her shit chute.
Caroline finally decided that Dwight Bryon realized she was just nervous – and turned on, that there wouldn't be any more fooling around if she did get the job. And with that thought in her mind, she let Peter lead her up the sidewalk to his house.
"A nightcap, my dear?" he asked in his silkiest voice.
"Is that a proposition?"
"An indecent one," he agreed.
"I think it's very decent," she said, moving closer, her hand rubbing along the bulge in the man's pants. She liked what she felt there. His cock was growing. His balls lurched and tumbled wildly, the thick stew of his jizz begging for release.
The mood Caroline was in, she'd give him that release – and enjoy every second of it herself!
"Let's go inside. And hurry," she whispered hotly.
"Why?" he asked, teasing her.
"Because I want you inside me!" she cried. Together they laughed and spun through the open door and into Peter's living room. The lights were on, casting a subdued glow throughout. This gave Caroline an idea.
She pulled away and pirouetted for him. He marveled at how good she looked. Wishing for a good night's sleep would do no good now, the man realized. She was playing with him like a fisherman plays in a hooked fish. He couldn't help but respond to the sexy sight of her trim body, slender flashing legs – and the promise buried between them.
He leaned back and waited for, the first stirrings in his prick. It might take a couple minutes, but he'd wait. He'd have to. She wouldn't let him alone until they'd fucked.
The sight of Caroline dancing was worth the time. Her tits were well-fleshed, but not too big. More than a mouthful, a good handful, but no floppy tits. He appreciated the fact that the beautiful young girl didn't have to wear a bra. Her tits were firm and ample. And enough to make his mouth water.
The rest of the package was well worth study, too. Her hair was flung away from her creamy shoulders in a glorious screen that masked her face, made her appear mysterious and desirable.
Peter got a charge out of watching her dance so erotically for him. She spun around and around, her hips waggling to a beat heard only by the two of them. She did a fantastic bump-and-grind routine.
The way her ass flared out caused tiny tingles of sensation to come into his cock. He knew she was working her special charm on him. Peter was patient. In a few more minutes, he'd be erect and ready to fuck the living shit out of her. Just watching the heavenly blonde girl right now was enough to give him pleasure. He could feel the stirrings already that told him that they would fuck all night long once he got it up and into her hot little pussy.
"I wanted to be a stripper when I was a kid," she told him. "I thought it was a sexy thing. Don't you agree?"
"I think you're damned sexy – and drunk. I knew you shouldn't have had that second bottle of champagne. But you've stolen the show if you'd gone into that business. It's for the best, though, that you didn't."
She put her hands on trim hips, thrust her ass toward him. "Why was it for the best I didn't become a stripper? Don't you think I've got what it takes?"
"You've got more 'n what it takes. The other girls would have been insanely jealous. And I'm selfish. I wouldn't like having to fight off thousands of horny admirers to get to you."
Caroline pranced around, her legs smooth and slender. Then she struck another pose, this one positively lewd. Caroline seemed to be peering at him between her legs, her ass and pussy completely exposed. Her cunt lips beckoned to him. His cock jerked once, then began to inflate as excited blood pounded into it.
She'd finally gotten him hard.
"You can't see the vision I'm seeing now, but it's great! And feel this!"
He took her hand and placed it on his slowly hardening cock. She smiled broadly as it stiffened under her careful stroking. In another minute, he sported a raging hard-on. He was ready for a real fucking.
"To bed!" she cried.
Before he said a word, she pulled hard on his hard prick. He had to follow her. The firm grip she had on his cock never lessened. She used it to make sure he didn't go wandering off and leave her alone and horny.
"There!" the young blonde said. He landed flat on his back, rocking slightly as the springs on the bed worked overtime to take his muscular body.
Before he could move, Caroline scrambled onto the bed and was straddling his waist. She hovered over his erection. With her hand guiding his hard prick, there was no way she could miss out on all the enjoyment.
"Fire when ready!" he shouted.
"You'd better not! We're gonna make this last all night, dammit. Maybe even longer. I told you I was horny."
He licked his lips as he looked at the sexy chick straddling his waist and hanging on so hard to his hard prick. Balling her all night wouldn't be bad. But it was always like this with Caroline. She was insatiable. She didn't realize he had to go to work in the morning. She could lie in bed until noon since she didn't have to report in to find out if she'd gotten the job until after four; he had to face his boss.
But right then, the way she stroked his cock and promised it all the pussy it wanted, he didn't give a shit about tomorrow. He wanted to get it on now!
"How's this?" the beautiful young girl asked. Wiggling her hips, she slowly worked her way down until her pussy lips touched his captive cock. She groaned as she swayed to and fro, making certain his hard prick received the fresh flood of her fuck juices.
"Great. But I'm gonna go insane if you don't stuff it in. Dammit, let's fuck!"
She laughed. It was a deep, rich laugh. And then the young blonde lowered herself another inch. She gasped as the crown of his cock penetrated her body. Feeling the rim of his throbbingly alive cock rubbing across her inner pussy lips sent a tremor rumbling into the young girl's guts.
She had to have more.
Still rocking from side to side, Caroline let another inch slide into her wanton cunt. It was pure delight. Nothing thrilled her more. His cock was warm, strong. It pulsed and gave her a sense of well-being. She was close to a man, a real man. And he'd make her feel like a complete woman all night long.
Her slender hand moved up and down his rigid cock. She felt the friction mount on the ungreased flesh. The groan echoing from his quivering lips told her how badly he wanted to be buried balls-deep up her cunt.
Another inch of cock vanished between her pink cunt lips. She squeezed down now. The trembling flaps of flesh pursed, around the huge girth of his hard prick. She felt split apart, filled with more cock thaw she could possibly stand.
Caroline finally couldn't handle it any longer. Letting gravity do the work, she dropped heavily, his cock spearing into her twat.
They both gasped in unison. She shivered as she took the entire length of his powerful hard prick up her cunt. It had been ungreased until his cock got her cunt juices smeared all over it.
The friction against her pussy walls had burned like hell.
That set off a chain reaction in the beautiful young girl's belly. Her hips were continually twitching from side to side to work the spike of cock even deeper into her cunt, but it was the flames of lust licking at her insides that made her moan out in such stark pleasure. She barely withstood the sexual pressures building in her body. Without release, she'd go mad with lust.
"Oh, God, I can't take it!" she croaked. "It's too biiiig!"
"You're too small," he answered. "And hot! Your cunt's so fucking hot it feels like a furnace inside. And the way you're squeezing down on me. Christ!"
His hips bucked off the bed. She shuddered again as his cock drove a half inch farther up into her cunt. Then Caroline knew this was fine, great, but there had to be more. With a little work, she could fuck herself on his jutting, upright cock.
Caroline started fucking herself, slowly at first, then building up speed.
As the hard prick left her pussy, the young blonde felt the intense vacuum being formed in her guts. The seal between her cunt walls and the man's hard prick was almost perfect.
When his cock slithered out of her cunt, an obscene smucking noise echoed throughout the darkened bedroom. The very sound of his cock working against her cunt hole made her even hotter.
She closed her eyes and depended on all her other senses to tell her what was happening. She couldn't see his fierce red hard prick. She felt it with her hands, with the delicate walls of her cunt. Her fingers laced through the man's thick bush and began playing with his balls. They tensed as she fondled them. She sensed every single beat of his heart, both through the hairy little bag containing his nuts and the cock hidden all the way up her cunt.
The sounds of the fucking took on added meaning for her. She listened carefully to them, enjoying every single noise. The wet slurching of his cock slipping free of her pussy gave her an incredible sexual surge. Every nerve in her body came alive in anticipation of what was to come.
She groped under her wide-open legs until she found his slippery hard prick again. She pulled it upright, then collapsed on it. The cock stabbed deep up her curt once more.
"God, oh, God!" she moaned. "It's too big. Too fucking big for my tiny little cunt!"
"Fuck faster," Peter ordered. "I want you burning my hard prick off from the heat in that furnace of yours."
Bending forward, she sought and found his lips. As Caroline kissed him, her hips began pistoning up and down. The cock was sheathed perfectly in her trembling cunt now.
The fucking began stimulating her in places other than her pussy. The way her tits dragged over his smooth chest sent tiny ripples of delight into her. The rock-hard nipples rubbed back and forth as her hips jerked around. When her tits felt like they were going to explode, she knew she was almost on the brink of orgasm.
"I… I can't, oh, it's… I'm comiiiiing!"
His arms wrapped her and pulled her trim body close to his as her body went berserk. Hips flying, she tried to split herself apart all the way to the chin with his hard prick.
The fires raging in her belly consumed her. Liquid fire seared the beautiful young girl's lungs, made her aware of every little thing around her.
Caroline felt the huge crown of his cock inside her cunt. As the walls of her pussy contracted in response to her come, she realized how thick the man's cock actually was. It filled her to overflowing. She couldn't take all of it, not without damaging herself.
Yet, she did.
The sounds of fucking were drowned out by the throbbing of blood in her ears. Her own harsh breathing made it so difficult to hear that she had to rely on her other senses. The woman could barely hear her own shrieks of pure sexual release.
The odors took on a new and different scent for her. The heavy male musk became mixed with her own fucking aroma. She was sweaty, her cunt dribbling out a huge quantity of juices and she'd bitten her lower lip so hard that blood seeped from the wound. Caroline was vaguely aware of the salty tang of her own blood.
The climax died but the beautiful, young girl still had the erection hidden away in her clinging cunt. She'd gotten off but Peter hadn't. He was still wanting to fuck, fuck, fuck until he got his rocks off.
Which was fine, with her. She wanted more of what he had to give, too.
"Keep going," he urged. "I love the slick feel of your clit along my hard prick. You're swallowing me whole!"
Caroline straightened enough to allow him to grip her tits. His hands fondled and grasped her in all the right places. He grabbed the undersides of her tits, then worked his way up to the ruddy areolas. In the center of her tits stood hard nipples, nipples pulsing with each frenzied heartbeat.
As Peter clamped down on her turgid nipples, she came again.
Fireworks blasted through Caroline's body, caused her to arch her spine until she was certain it would snap. The added motion of the cock continued to stimulate her.
"Up and down, we go!" the man cried out. His sure hands still gripped her tits in a firm grasp. There was no way he was going to turn loose now. Not until he came.
He forced the mounds of succulent titflesh upward. Caroline groaned and followed his guidance. It took her completely off his hard prick. Then he pulled her down around his cock again. Back and forth he worked her body. She was a puppet being manipulated by him.
It excited the young blonde. He was using her. He was making her do his bidding. It wasn't rape, but it turned on Caroline more than anything had in bed for years.
Caroline almost came thinking about how dominant Peter seemed now.
She thrilled to the way he played with her body. She leaned back as far as she could, making certain his cock was bending inside her. Then she began waggling her hips.
He let out a loud groan. She knew she was giving him the ultimate in fucking – cock bent at a new and delightfully sinful angle, her hot cunt clinging to his hard prick, her hips stirring his lusts.
His cock began blasting out its creamy load into her wanton cunt. Letting him guide her up and down, hands on her ballooning tits, she fucked herself wildly. "Go, baby, go!"
There was no stopping her now. Caroline felt the urges mounting once more in her own body. Each fountaining squirt of jism into her cunt was like acid touching a raw nerve. She quivered in reaction. It was too much for her to bear up under.
She came.
As her pussy convulsed again, she felt the ripping walls of her cunt squeezing down hard on his buried cock. She milked him dry of every precious drop of lead-heavy come locked in his balls.
Body covered with sweat, she collapsed forward and off his already drooping hard prick.
"God, you were superb," moaned Peter. "I loved every second of it, baby. Every damned second!"
Caroline smiled at her boyfriend. She'd gotten off on the fucking, too. And now she had burned out the memory of what she'd done with the station manager. Caroline was ready to face Dwight Bryon and find out if she would get the job.