"So the outlook for the weekend weather is a lot better, better that is, if you like it hotter and wetter. The temperature will be reaching up there until the rain showers come and cool it off by late Saturday afternoon. Don't plan any picnics," said Caroline into the camera. She gave it her best smile, then added, "Stay tuned for the rest of tonight's news. Thank you for watching."
The red light on the camera winked out and she slumped down a little. The strain she felt was incredible – and so was the adrenaline rush. She was still trembling, even after a week as being weathergirl. The idea of so many people watching her live turned her on in a big way.
It even turned her on sexually. And Dwight Bryon knew it and took advantage of it.
The grey-haired station manager walked over and gestured to her. She knew what he wanted without asking. His crotch was filled with a long hard erection and he wanted to sink it into her cunt. Simple. And she hated it even while she needed it. He was the release she needed right now, but it was still sexual blackmail. If she ran home to Peter to get her rocks off, Bryon would fire her.
She entered his office and immediately told him, "Not tonight, Dwight. I want to go home. I'm tired."
"Sure you are. And you're hot and wet, too. I can tell."
"You sound like a Goddamn weather forecast," she said tiredly. "I just want to split. How about it?"
He stood up and ran the zipper down to let his hard prick spring out. Seeing that huge length told the weathergirl she was going to be in for another fucking, whether she liked it or not.
But she could try.
"I'm leaving Dwight, and to hell with you and that damned cock of yours!"
What the man did next surprised and shocked the young blonde girl. He dived and tackled her like some defensive football player intent on bringing down a running back.
They crashed to the floor, stunning both of them.
Dwight recovered first. "You ignorant slut! I'm going to discipline you for this. I'm going to show you that you can't get by with being a cock-teaser all your life without paying the consequences."
Caroline was too shaken up to protest. She'd always tried to play fair, even with Dwight Bryon. If a guy turned her on, she didn't play coy. She enjoyed fucking. But the young woman didn't flaunt her tits or wiggle her ass just to be mean. She did it to get laid.
But her boss' state was beyond logic or fact. To him, she was a cock-teaser and that was that.
He sat on a low stool and pulled the girl across his lap. She still fought hard, but in the upside-down position and with her slender wrists held in one of his meaty hands, she couldn't get any leverage. And her strength wasn't enough to break free of his powerful grip.
"Stop!" she demanded.
She felt the man's hands holding her even more firmly. There was no way in hell she could possibly escape now. She'd had her chance and blown it. The more she struggled, the more helpless she felt. Shuddering at the feel of his powerful hands running along the insides of her slender legs, Caroline knew she was going to be disciplined. Harshly. Without mercy.
Something made her cunt begin to drool. She didn't want any part of this. Yet, something inside her responded vigorously. The more she tried to deny it was happening to her, the more excited she became.
When Dwight Bryon ran his fingers down into her ass crack, she cried out in rage and indignation. When he grabbed her tight pussy mound and squeezed, she screamed in pain. It felt like a blow to her belly. She could hardly stand the agony inside her.
The agony was as much emotional as it was physical. The young woman was responding to his brutal overtures and she hated herself for it. The more the girl tried to deny she was getting hot, the worse it was. The itch deep in her cunt gnawed away at her self-control and her self-esteem. She wanted something long and hard and thick stuffed balls-deep all the way up her cunt.
His hard prick would do nicely.
But it would have to be on her terms. All through her short life she had been the one calling the shots. She was the one who decided whether or not she and her dates fucked. She couldn't give up and let this man control her like this. Caroline wanted his huge cock inside her, but Bryon had gone crazy.
Caroline fought harder and knew instantly that it was futile. He was simply too strong.
"You cocksucker. Let me go! What are you doing!"
She felt his hands caressing the firm flesh of her buttock. He stroked over the cool, rounded mounds of assflesh and then dipped down into the humid crease. His fingers wriggled against the thick slabs of her meaty ass and then plunged deeper, lightly brushing across her anus. The lightest touch sent lightning bolts of desire ripping through her tender young body.
"No! Don't do it!" she cried in fear.
She felt her breath coming faster as she lay across her boss' knees. The man's hard prick poked up into her chest, but Caroline was more concerned with her own responses. Her tits dangled down on the other side of his legs and seemed to fill with more and more blood. The excited pumping of her heart wouldn't slow down. She was aroused by his fondling of her perky ass. His fingers knowingly probed all the right spots and got her even hotter to fuck.
"You have to be punished," he said in a cold, harsh tone. Then he began spanking her with the open palm of his hand.
Caroline shrieked more in humiliation than in pain. She struggled again to get free and again found his grip on her struggling body too secure to break. His rain of blows fell on her naked ass and began to warm her flesh. The criss-cross pattern left by his fingers soon disappeared as he spanked her harder and faster. Soon the red hatch pattern vanished as her entire ass turned a rosy pink from the spanking.
The effect it had on her tight pussy startled the young blonde immensely. She could hardly control her rampaging emotions. She didn't know why she should get so turned on by the spanking. But she was. Caroline felt her tight pussy begin to tingle and twitch deep inside. It was beginning to convulse as if in expectation of a hard cock fucking it.
The young woman sobbed and went limp. His upper legs cut into her soft body and the spanking he gave her was even more potent as a result. She wasn't cushioning his blows any more with her tensed body. Her ass received the full benefit of the spanking.
"There, that's more like it," he said. "You should be punished for trying to escape!"
She made another break for freedom. Rolling away, Caroline fell heavily to the floor. But it was still useless. He was on her in a flash. He straddled her and pinned her down with his weight.
"You dumb cunt! This time I'll really spank you."
She screamed as his belt cut into her already tender ass. He used his broad leather strap on her as if it were a whip. She cried and then moaned, whether from pain or joy she couldn't tell. She was too confused.
The discipline, a man stronger and more dominant than she was, took its toll of her will. She didn't want to fight her boss off. Not as much as she had before. He was in command and something inside told her to give up and let him have his way. She was chained and she couldn't deny she was turned on by the idea of fucking her boss.
Still, the pain he gave tormented her. The broad leather belt rose, and fell with a loud smack. Her ass began to blister from the impact. The welts on her butt were painful to the touch – and still Dwight Bryon continued to whip her.
"No, no more, please!" she whined. "I can't take any more! Stop, stop! I'll do anything you want!"
"No. That's not good enough. I'll do what I please with you. You haven't shown me you're really willing to cooperate." But Dwight did stop whipping the young woman with the belt.
Panting harshly he looked down at the young blonde girl's prone body. The girl's ass glowed a bright red from the whipping he'd given it. And more important, he knew she was getting off on it. He could see the tiny river of her cunt juice running down the inside of her leg and dribbling onto the rug. A tiny puddle was beginning to form. He'd never seen anything like it in his life. And it turned him on.
Caroline tried to get up onto her hands and knees. In a flash, he had his belt looped around her belly. Quickly fastening it, he had a handhold she couldn't ever break. He forced her back on her calves, keeping her ass in the air and her face down in the carpet. With her hands already chained the way they were, she was totally helpless and at his mercy.
He felt no mercy at all toward her.
"I'm going to fuck that well-spanked ass of yours. Ever had a man fuck you up the tail pipe before, slut?"
Caroline sputtered something in the nape of the rug. He couldn't understand what she said and it didn't matter at all to him. He was horny and the exercise he'd gotten spanking her had warmed him up.
He dropped down behind the young blonde girl and quickly spread her legs farther apart. She tried to stop him and found herself in such an awkward position that she ended up doing nothing. When his long, thick cock prodding between the halves of her asscheeks, she began to cry. She couldn't understand what had happened to her. Caroline hated her boss for holding her this way, for spanking her like a little girl, for degrading her like this. And yet she was turned on by it all. Caroline couldn't remember when she had been more sexually aroused in her life. It was too confusing for her to figure out.
Trying to get her head turned and her face out of the carpet, Caroline moved slightly to one side. She felt the thick head of Bryon's hard prick prod deep into the humid canyon between her asscheeks. Then he found her tight anus. She began to cry again, the tears forming dusty tracks down her cheeks. She didn't want him banging her up the slit chute.
"Get ready for it, kid, because here it comes!" the man shouted.
She felt his hands grip her waist and pull her body strongly into his. The head of his hard prick drove directly into her asshole. She tried to scream in pain, but the rug clogged her mouth. She tasted the foulness of the dirt on the tile floor – and the huge cock raping her ass made the young woman totally aware of her helpless body.
She wanted her boss' cock – but she wanted it fucking her cunt, not her ass. This was ripping her apart. She couldn't take a man as thick as a firehose up her ass. And yet Dwight seemed intent on fucking her that way. His cock couldn't get into the young blonde girl's asshole as long as she kept herself all tensed up. That wasn't hard. She was as tightly wound as the mainspring on a watch.
"You can't stop me!" he told her. "Do I have to spank you some more?"
As he drew his hands over the curves of her ass, she shuddered. It felt so good, his long, cool fingers stroking her aroused, tortured assflesh. She relaxed a little and this was all the opening he needed.
He drove relentlessly into her asshole. She might have passed out from the sudden pain of his entry up her ass. When she came to her senses again, he fucked in and out of her shit chute with easy, smooth strokes. Caroline didn't know how she survived. He filled her completely to overflowing. Never had she thought she had too much cock inside her. But she did now.
"Please stop, ummmmmmm, ohhhhhh!" she moaned.
Caroline couldn't tell if her asshole liked this or hated it. Her own cunt was still drooling obscenely and her belly quivered in response to her tight pussy. She had never been so confused in her life. She hated the pain Dwight gave her, yet she loved the warmth and security of having a cock buried inside her body.
Her rectum quivered and tensed around his hard prick. The tight membrane outlined his cock perfectly, and she could tell the slightest movement in her bowels. The thick, purpled knob of his cock stroked in and out with the precision of a mechanical device. He might have been a steel piston fucking her. She tried to hold down the rampaging desire she felt for this perverted, awful butt-fucking.
She couldn't.
Caroline loved the sensations. She felt her tits swell and reach the point where they were like over-inflated balloons. The excited blood pumping out of her heart made them throb and pulse wildly. The nipples dangling downward were about ready to pop.
"You love it, don't you, you dumb cunt?" he said. "You love every freaky second of this butt-fucking. Admit it! Tell me you like having your ass raped!"
"I… I love it!" Caroline gasped out.
Every forward stroke he used drove her face down into the floor even more. With her hands so securely held, she couldn't possibly brace herself against his powerful fucking. The more she tried to inch forward and get away, the harder he pulled her ass into his groin.
The blonde girl felt the man's pants rubbing against her naked, tortured ass. She sucked in her breath and held it as his hard prick shot all the way up into her rectum. It was as if someone had dipped a white-hot poker in acid and then rammed it all the way up her spine.
"Shit, you're getting tighter. Like a surgeon's glove filled with hot water," he grunted. "Tightest hole I ever plugged, you bet!"
And Dwight Bryon fucked harder, faster, with greater determination. Caroline shuddered under each and every impact. She couldn't stand the feelings racing up and down her back any longer. The way her tight pussy frothed over with her cunt juices was a dead giveaway. She was at the brink of orgasm.
"You love getting your ass fucked don't you?" he asked. But the way he said it told her he didn't want a reply. He was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. He was as lost in lust as she was. "Your asshole's going to cut off my cock!"
She tried to do just that. Caroline tensed her body as hard as she could with her cunt, she could almost hold a man's cock inside her. The young blonde girl knew that it was nothing less than sheer torture for most men and that was why she did it. She loved to make them come and practiced holding in her piss to strengthen all the right muscles.
But she'd met her match in Bryon. She couldn't escape his hard fucking prick, no matter which way she turned. The more the blonde struggled, the more he fucked her. It was as if he read her mind and anticipated every movement. When the friction of the cock against her rectum reached the point where she could no longer bear it, she shrieked and came.
All Caroline knew was stark desire. Her cunt burned with its need for hard prick. Her asshole had all the hard prick – and more – that it could stand. The friction from that butt-fucking echoed throughout her belly and set her on fire again.
The woman tried to get her hands free. They were too tightly held by Dwight's strong grip. She finally released herself to the desires blasting her apart from the inside. The young woman began thrusting her ass back to meet every incoming stroke. She greeked herself as hard as her boss tried to drive his spike of hard manmeat all the way up so that it would come out her mouth.
The girl was sure Dwight would rip her apart. It no longer mattered to her. All she cared about was the warm rush of climax throughout her body. It hit her again, a wet fist of desire that seized her completely.
Shivering, shaking as if caught up in a fit, Caroline finally collapsed forward and away from the man's cock. As his hard prick wetly slipped from her asshole, she thought the vacuum formed in her guts would suck all her innards out with it.
"When I say I want to fuck you, I'll do it. And you'll go along with it or you can find another frigging job. Is that clear?" the station managed panted out.
It was clear to Caroline. And she wasn't sure how she was ever going to live with the shame of it. She both loved and hated Dwight Bryon for what he did to her. That was the hardest part of all.