Caroline continually made mistakes throughout her Monday evening weather forecast. She couldn't help it. All weekend long she had been thinking about the way Bryon had caught and spanked and buttfucked her after the Friday weather. The blonde woman was frightened of him – and of her own illicit desires.
She was turned on by the man's ways and she hated herself for it. She had been terrible to Peter on Sunday, angry and aloof, sarcastic and hateful. And the blue-eyed girl couldn't help herself. She was too upset over the wantonness inside her.
The station manager thought she was this way because she used sex to get whatever she wanted and had finally found a man able to dominate her. Caroline wasn't that way at all. She loved fucking. It wasn't a weapon or a tool with her. It was fun. Especially with Peter. But Dwight Bryon had introduced a new element into sex that she couldn't cope with.
If she didn't let the man fuck her, she'd get fired. Caroline knew she was doing a rotten job as a weathergirl. The fear hadn't gone away and she was already starting her second week. If only she didn't have the constant threat of Bryon's cock over her. She thought she could concentrate her full attention on the weather then. And Caroline knew she'd be good, great!
It wasn't possible thinking about her job when all she could think of on the air was the way Bryon would fuck her afterwards. The man seemed insatiable for her tender body. He fucked like there was no tomorrow. And after work she warned nothing more than to sit in a hot tub and try to relax and forget.
Peter couldn't understand her reasons for turning him down constantly now.
The job was wrecking her personal life and making her uptight and nervous. She didn't know how much longer she could go on this way, no matter how much she needed the job and the money it gave to her.
"Have a nice tomorrow," she finished up.
The cameraman signaled that she was off the air. And Dwight Bryon was on. He came striding up to her and grabbed her arm before she could turn away.
"My office. Now," he said.
Caroline reluctantly obeyed, following him into the dreary office.
Dwight shucked off his coat and pulled down his zipper. His prick leaped out, red and firm. She couldn't help herself. The girl dropped to her knees, brushed back a strand of blonde hair and then dived down to take that succulent prick into her mouth.
"Umm, God, you sure don't give head like any woman I ever had."
"How many have you had, Dwight?" she asked, her blue eyes flashing. She just wanted to get out of here, nothing more. Maybe she could keep him talking and escape that way it was a faint chance, but she had to take it.
"Suck, damn you, do it! Give me the blowjob. I'm going to explode if you don't. That weather forecast dragged on and seeing you got me hot. And then the – ummmm!"
"Don't talk dirty," she said, smiling wickedly around the thick plug of his prick in her mouth. The words sent tremors of delight blasting into her loins. She loved it when he said all those forbidden words. They did something to her; she didn't know what, but they made her feel hotter than a blow torch.
Caroline applied herself to giving her boss the best head possible. Her tongue raced around the thick tip of his hard prick until she was literally drooling. She sucked harder now, her cheeks straining. The man began hopping from foot to foot, the sensation of stark pleasure ripping into his cock and balls.
She redoubled her oral efforts. Bobbing her head up and down, the blonde woman began fucking her face. Her lips caressed the sides of his prick as she moved. When Caroline's nose burrowed into the man's thick pubic patch, she wanted to sneeze. Breathing heavily made her delicate nostrils flare – and the hot breeze around his balls made the man even hornier.
She felt his prick grow even larger. She cradled it with her tongue, marveling at the size of his hard-on. Her lips strained to hold all that manmeat in her mouth. But she did. The blue-eyed girl had to get more of his cock. She just had to.
Her fingers reached out and found the hairy bag holding his balls. She lightly caressed them, fondling them and playing with them until the jism locked inside came to a boil. The way his prick jerked and bucked in the tight confines of her mouth, told her how hot he actually was.
Dwight reached down and gripped behind the blonde woman's head. He pulled her face directly into his crotch. Caroline gasped, feeling the blunt tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard and then his prick raced past her tonsils.
His steely hard prick was lodged firmly in her throat. Caroline almost panicked. All her air was cut off by the cock. But then she began to respond to the erotic potential of the situation.
Here was a man's prick buried all the way down her throat. She should relax, she should enjoy. And that's exactly what she did.
The blue-eyed girl's tongue slowly moved across the base of the huge prick. But the most stimulation she gave was deep in her throat. She swallowed and her mouth bobbed up and down on the most sensitive portion of his fuck stick.
"Shit baby, you do that better'n any other chick I ever found!"
Caroline didn't bother answering with words. She gave Dwight Bryon the blowjob of his life.
Caroline had to pull back, gasping for air. But as the cock left her mouth, she tensed her jaws and raked the sides with her teeth. He groaned. She immediately sucked it back in and soothed the ugly red weals with her soft lips and darting, teasing tongue.
The use of her teeth against his cock had pulled even more blood into his already ironhard prick. Now he was impossibly erect. Every single beat of his heart caused his prick to jerk wildly. And she toyed with the purple crown using the tip of her tongue in the most delightful manner possible.
"I… I'm going to explode. Lemme come in your mouth, Caroline."
She shook her head, blonde hair falling across her face. Caroline didn't mind the taste of jism – in fact, she loved it. But not now. Her hungry pussy was complaining about how she was neglecting it. While the meaty, musky taste of his prick was nice, her pussy demanded to be fed, also.
Caroline tossed her head and pulled away, leaving Dwight's cock bobbing freely in the cold air. Her saliva ran down the sides of his prick and almost attracted her enough to continue sucking on it.
Almost.
He reached for her, but she managed to elude him. The blue-eyed girl stood, her hands working frantically at the ties on her dress. She managed to get it half off so that it hung down around her waist. Caroline wasn't wearing a bra. She hated undergarments. They always got in the way.
"Jesus, you're half naked."
"Yeah, isn't it a shame? Why don't you get me totally naked?" She moved closer to him so he could help her get the rest of her dress off. His hands fumbled as much as hers in their haste, but he finally succeeded where she had failed. She kicked free of the dress, completely naked now.
"Your panties," Dwight said wonderingly, "you're not wearing any!"
"What's wrong? Don't you like that?"
"I love it! God, do I want to fuck you!"
"Those words," she cautioned. "Don't talk dirty like that around me."
"Fuck you," Dwight crowed, drinking in the blonde woman's beauty, as if for the first time.
He moved like a zombie. He walked the space between them in a daze. "You're so fucking gorgeous. How I want you!"
"Take me," she said simply, meaning it. The oily flow from her pussy lips caused her blonde snatch to glisten in the light from the flickering candle on the station manager's desk.
.
His eyes took in every bit of her beauty. He was like a kid in a candy store with a twenty dollar bill. He hardly knew where to start first. She looked like some sort of naked Goddess standing there. But from her perfect oval face, and those brilliant blue eyes, he worked down quickly along her body.
Those tits! He loved them. The deep valley between them seemed to beckon. In spite of his longing to stick his prick into her cunt and fuck her silly, he had to stop and tend to the aroused nipples lightly pulsing every time her heart beat. The meaty sounds of succulent titdflesh underneath were tasty. He could pop them into his mouth and suck and gnaw and nibble until he got his rocks off. They were that good.
But her waist was so trim. It offset her flaring, womanly ass perfectly. He saw the shadowy depression of her navel and wanted to dip his tongue into it until he found a more delightful orifice. Like her cunt. She moved slowly, sensuously, wiggling around to display all her charms to him.
The tapering, slender legs really turned him on. The well-fleshed thighs were a delight to crawl between. To feel them on either side of his body as he drove his prick all the way up into her slippery cunt was the nearest thing he had found to heaven. He would have given anything for that now, but he sensed Caroline was in a teasing mood.
The way his prick hurt him, he doubted if he would be able to take too much more of her love-play. He wanted to fuck her – right now!
"Come here, lover boy," she said, her arms extending out to him. He couldn't say no. There wasn't any way. And he was grateful that she didn't want to waste any more time on foreplay. He was at the breaking point.
The blonde woman hungrily pulled him to her body. He felt her tits mash down against the well-muscled slab of his chest. The hard little points of her nipples poked holes into him. He didn't care. His mouth was fully engaged with hers now. Tongue pressing into tongue sent their pulses racing.
Caroline felt the stab of joy deep inside her body. She moved closer to her boss and rubbed lasciviously against him. She parted her thighs and captured one of his legs. Moving up and down, she rubbed her snatch against his still-clothed upper thigh. She sighed and fucked herself faster. Caroline had to have cock pressing between her cunt lips and plunging all the way up into her belly. She just had to have it or she'd go crazy!
"Let me get you naked," she said, her voice trembling with lust. Her fingers worked dexterously stripping the suit off him. The tie was easier to unfasten than buttons. In less than thirty seconds, she had his shirt off. Getting his pants off proved harder. His cock poked out of his fly and made pulling the pants down difficult.
But she succeeded. The wanton blue-eyed girl's need was so great she had to.
He pulled her back to a standing position, his throbbingly virile prick pressing hotly into her belly. His hands slid up and down the sides of her ribcage. He pressed his fingers in and felt the bones underneath. But it was the silken-smooth flesh that thrilled him. He stroked upward across her tits. The fleshy bulges filled his hands. The coppery disks of her areolas deepened in color and the nipples hardened like rubber erasers on a pencil.
She thrilled to the sensations rippling into her chest. But Caroline wanted more. The blonde woman wanted his mouth moving all over her naked body. She wasn't standing there bare-ass naked for nothing. She wanted his tongue in her cunt; she wanted his cock, too. She wanted it all!
He licked and lapped down the deep canyon between the melon-sized mounds of her jugs. The rough, pink tongue probed hard and made her grasp in reaction. He slowly spiralled up her left tit, leaving behind a trail of spit that cooled instantly.
Caroline stood for a moment, then she realized her legs were growing too weak tocontinue in this position. The cold floor under her bare feet was smooth and clean now. She decided this was as good a place as any to fuck. She carefully lowered herself so that his tongue never left her snowy white, tender boobs.
By the time she was stretched full-length on the floor, his mouth had almost reached the crest of her left tit. The nipple was hard and pulsing with every single beat of her heart now. It was filled with aroused blood and felt as if it would explode like the safety valve on a pressure cooker.
"More, Dwight, give me more of that sweet, sucking mouth of yours. I need it so baaaad!"
He continued on the silken flesh under his lips, the hard pebble of her nipple, the tantalizing odor rising from her excited cunt. He was barely able to keep from jetting off he was so excited. Keeping his orgasm under control after she had sucked on his prick wasn't easy. Now he was fighting to get as much stimulation out of this naked bitch as he could before coming.
He found the throbbing button of her nipple. His lips worked magic on it. He finally sucked it into his mouth. Using his teeth, he stimulated it until it grew to almost twice the size it had been. Instead of a tiny mushroom trembling with life, he now had a tiny finger pressing hotly into the tip of his tongue.
He'd show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to use her teeth to excite and thrill.
"God, Dwight, God! I feel it all the way down into my chest. I'm on fire. I'm burning up inside. Fuck me! Stuff that big cock of yours all the way up my cunt and fuck meeeeee!"
She used all the words she had thought were dirty. They sent lightning bolts of desire along her every nerve. She almost came just mouthing them. Almost. To really come she would need that prick of his driving hard and trying to split her apart.
Trembling hands reached down for the pulsating pillar of his prick. The nearness of a hard and eager cock was almost more than she could stand. The man's tongue danced lightly all over her tits and made her acutely aware of her own body.
"Give it all to me!" she demanded. "Your cock! This!"
She jerked hard at his fuck stick to let him know what she wanted and where she wanted it. Her legs drifted wantonly wide to give him the full area of her snatch to drive that pleasure spike into.
He straightened from his task of gobbling her tits and looked down. He gasped at the sight of her milky white thighs so widely parted – and all for him! This was turning into one hell of a fine end to a pretty hectic work day.
She held his prick in a vise-grip. He wasn't going to escape, even if he had been stupid enough to want to try. Her ass crushed into the cold tile beneath, stimulating her more than she would have thought possible. Wild, odd thoughts flashed through his lust-dazed mind. Fucking on the bare floor wasn't a good thing. It might leave a spot.
Her impassioned cry snapped him back to the business at hand.
"Dwight, damnit, fuck meeee!"
"Huh?"
She pulled painfully hard at his cock to guide him toward the flaps of her pussy. They were like the gates of heaven to him. Both he and the passionate blonde woman groaned loudly as the very tip of his prick touched the wet, pink, trembly pussy lips. He wanted to plunge in balls-deep, but he didn't. He restrained himself. He wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.
While he was enjoying the nearness of her aroused body, the young girl was about ready to esplode inside. She could feel the heat of his cock adding to the carnal heat boiling out from her seething pussy. Her entire twat was on the verge of convulsing with orgasm. But it needed the delightful trigger of his cock fucking her.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He couldn't escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob at the end of his cock hard into her sopping wet cunt. It sank in just an inch, but it felt as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into her soft, vulnerable cunt flesh.
"God, Dwight, I need this soooo!"
"And I need you!" he told her. He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving moons of her asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better position to drive his throbbing prick all the way into her lewdly splayed, blonde-furred cunt.
He sank all the way to the hilt in her seething morass of wet pussy. He felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He squeezed down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side to side. It took all his iron control to keep from coming. He was totally surrounded by wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her cunt gripped and pulled and squeezed right back at him as he moved slowly inside her.
Caroline gasped in the throes of ecstasy.
This was what she had been needing after being on the air and giving the weather forecast. She hated herself for the way she responded so powerfully to Bryon, but her body was in full control now. She needed him. The blonde woman needed him badly.
Her tender cunt walls struggled to expand to take the huge girth of his prick. For a moment, she was positive he'd rip her apart, then she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate the pulsating wand of hard cockflesh inside her cunt.
She demanded more. "Fuck harder! Deeper! I want to feel every Goddamn inch of your pecker fucking meeeee!"
"Not so loud," he panted. "The damned, nosy secretary'll have the owner down on our asses if you keep shouting like that. This is a television station, Caroline!"
"I can't help shouting. What else should I do with such a huge cock shoved all the way up my cunt? I want to feel it fucking my pussy. Give it to me till I beg for you to stop – and then fuck me even harder!"
She glowed white hot inside. She could sense the man's prick twitching and dancing around in the tight berth she gave it with her cunt. The girl began tensing and relaxing her muscles to give that hidden cock a massaging he wouldn't soon forget.
"Ummmmm, shit!" he moaned. And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt his cock slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she exerted with her cunt walls. The friction of that retreat started tiny fires of desire all along the slippery fuck tunnel. Her love oils finally betrayed her and he slid out until only the thick, bulbous head of his prick remained inside her pussy lips.
Then he slammed back in as hard as he could. Their crotches mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to movement. She ground her blonde bush into his and her entire world shattered. Her tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of protective flesh. It received a full dose of his cock moving against it.
She thought someone had driven a telephone pole up her cunt.
She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and moaned and clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His prick moved slowly inside her, and this fanned the flames of her passion even more. His prick picked up speed and was soon fucking her as hard and deep as she could have wanted.
Her voice caught in her throat. Only trapped animal noises escaped. But it was all right. She couldn't have asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot prick digging deeper into her seething pussy. Her entire cunt convulsed with the power of her repeated orgasms.
And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm or finesse. She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel of her cunt. His come wasn't far behind.
"Gotta fuck you, just gotta!" he cried out.
And then the white hot surge of his come hit her tender cunt walls. The feel of that liquid rush set her off again. Caroline soared on the hot winds of orgasm while her boss whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.
It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled enjoyment, she wanted more. Her pussy demanded it. She raised her head and peered down to see Dwight's prick limply fall from her tight cunt. A tiny flood of pussy juice and his jizz leaked out behind it. The sight made her sure she had to have more of his hard prick.
But Dwight Bryon was done with her. He'd, gotten his rocks off and couldn't have cared less about her. Again Caroline Saunders felt used, humiliated. Why did she respond in such a horrible way with the station manager? He turned her on, then made her feel like homemade shit.
It wasn't fair! And Caroline hated herself as she silently dressed and left his cold, forboding office.