"I really don't know how you managed it, Cheryl. That interview with Slayton – and letting us bring in a camera crew! – was a major news item. Half the network boys are frothing at the mouth for the rights to it. I got to hand it to you, when you go after an assignment, you do your damnedest."
"I try to please, Murray. I wouldn't want to disappoint you after you showed so much confidence in me. I just had to deliver a good story or you would have been disappointed."
She smiled her trusting, ingenuous smile and looked like she was only thirteen. Cheryl had learned. She knew what was happening even though she couldn't see it. Murray was getting a hard-on. She could almost hear the sonic boom as it rocketed erect.
"You're really something. And you've never failed to please, let me tell you!"
"I hear that Dave is going to be leaving soon. Have you decided who his replacement as anchorman will be?" She smiled broadly and contrived to show just a hint more tit. She imperceptibly moved her shoulder so that the faint blush of her areola would show past the edge of her blouse. She might as well turn on all the charm. It might be needed to land the job she wanted.
"No decision yet. Been thinking about going outside and hiring someone."
"Why?"
"It looks good to bring in a fresh face, someone with the experience, from out of town. Makes the local yokels think they're getting a big-city talent."
"Hmmmm, if it's just a fresh new face you want, how about mine?"
"You don't hem and haw around, do you? No, I know you don't, you sexy bitch. Well, it's a possibility. I'd considered both you and Diane for the spot."
Cheryl nodded sagely. "Diane would be a good choice." She knew better than to bad-mouth her opposition. She could land the spot without putting the other woman down. She could land the job by getting Murray up so that he'd put her down – flat enough to fuck.
"I don't think so," he answered. "No drive, no real ambition to make it go. That's why I canned Dave. I figured he was letting the ratings slip by not being aggressive enough."
"You don't think I would be?"
"I know better'n that!" He swallowed hard. Her tit was slowly creeping out of her blouse. He could now see the entire nipple. It contrasted vividly with her pale-white skin.
Cheryl stood and began to pace. She was still wearing the dress she'd worn to get the interview with Lane Slayton. It barely covered the bulge of her butt. And she hadn't bothered to put on her pantyhose. She was naked under the small patch of a skirt.
As she paced, she made sure her skirt hiked up enough so that Murray noticed the bare rump. As she spun, the skirt flared out a little. It had to expose her naked pussy to him. He was watching her too intently for him to miss anything as obvious as her black-furred snatch.
"Well, do I at least get a decent amount of consideration for the job? I'm a new face, yet well enough known for the few stories I've done. I know how easy it is to work with you. That would have to be a major part."
"Un, yeah. It would, yeah. But I don't have the total say-so. I, uh, would have to get old man Morgan's okay on this. The owner's climbing up on his soapbox right now and wanting to have more of a hand in running the station. Damned nuisance, if you ask me."
Cheryl filed that information away for further examination. So Ed Morgan decided it was time to look after his investment, eh? She wondered what he was like. She had heard weird things about him. He was a millionaire. Self-made man. Not married. He might be just the one to go after. He was the ultimate boss around here.
Yet there was something that made her hesitate. Perhaps it was the reluctance of the staff to even discuss the man. They seemed to know something she didn't. And they weren't telling.
Cheryl leaned forward so her tits would flop loosely in front of Murray's face. If she were going to flaunt her charms, she might as well do it up front.
"Uh, I think I'm going to cancel my appointments this afternoon. I'd, uh, like a conference with you, Cheryl. Something has, uh, come up…"
"Has something come up? Just for li'l ol' me?" she said in a fake Southern accent. It made her seem all the more innocent. Murray didn't know how she managed it. She wasn't any untried virgin. She was one hell of a good lay. He suspected she had fucked her way into that interview with Lane Slayton. He didn't know but he suspected.
"You know something's come up – and just for you." He stood and showed her the bulge in his trousers. A quick metallic hiss and the fly was open. His cock leaped out, ready and eager to begin this new round of fucking.
"Hmmmm, that looks like it wants something extra-special this time. Does it?" she asked.
"You bet!"
She spun around and pulled her skirt up over her sweet, pert little ass. It was so compact and white and tight-looking, Murray felt his heart beating faster just considering what it would be like diving between those cheeks.
"Go on. Stick it in!"
"Bend over the desk."
She bent. Making sure he didn't escape, she wiggled her ass just enough to keep him going.
Murray ripped open his pants and let them fall to the floor. He was so aroused by the sight of her ass impudently sticking up in the air, he couldn't think of anything else. He had to fuck this woman. He had to fuck her up the ass.
He was wondering if it would be anywhere near as tight as her pussy. Then he laughed loud and long. There was one excellent way of finding out.
Try it.
He shoved forward. His stiff cock parted the twin moons of her ass. The pressure from the meaty slabs pushed in around his dick. He was surrounded by a hot, very sexy woman. And he was getting ready to fuck her up the ass.
He could barely restrain himself. He wanted to find her little asshole and shove his entire cock all the way up her shit chute. But he knew better than to try that.
He had to grease his pole first. He lowered his sights until he found the dangling, lewdly grinning lips of her twat. Shoving forward with all the strength in his body buried his cock in her cunt. She moaned softly at the intrusion up her cunt. Then she simply leaned forward on his desk.
He stroked back and forth, feeling the hot, velvety walls of her pussy cling and grip at his length. It was paradise. But he was after a different type of paradise. He was greedy. He wanted more. He wanted all her body could give him.
And the tightest passage of all promised him the fucking of his life. He couldn't turn that down.
Cheryl sighed when she felt his cock working back and forth in her pussy. It was a comforting feeling knowing she wasn't being neglected. But his prick no longer excited her like it once had. Maybe when he really got into fucking her up the ass, maybe then.
But not now. This was so commonplace, she was almost bored with it. He wasn't anything like Lane. There wasn't that driving power, the aura of total command, the presence, the incredible hunger. Murray was just dipping his wick in her ink well to get ready for something else. He wasn't doing it like Lane would have.
Lane would have fucked her silly. Then and only then would he have gone on to give her perky ass the treatment it begged for.
She was content but not happy. She knew that she had outgrown Murray. Very definitely, she would have to see what Ed Morgan was like. But there was no denying the fact that Murray was quite capable of giving her a healthy fucking.
She felt his cock slip out of her greasy slit. There was a slight smacking noise as he broke the vacuum he'd formed when he'd plugged her cunt with his big prong.
"Here comes, doll, ready or not!"
"Go, man, go!"
The purple tip of his glans touched fleetingly on her anus. That brief touch set off depth charges in her body. This was more like it. The mere thought he would soon be drilling into her asshole turned her into an animal driven by pure, bestial lust. She was reduced to her most elemental drives.
She had to be fucked.
Nothing less would do.
And she wanted – demanded – it now!
He began the slow pressure that would force open the greedy little anal sphincter muscle. Knowing he couldn't pass that guardian of her rear gate without a little coaxing, he moved with caution. The cunt juice on his cock helped.
The head of his cock slipped easily past her asshole. The puckered ring of muscle firmly clamped down around his glans after he had gotten into her rectum. He gasped in reaction. This was so much tighter and hotter than he had thought, he started worrying that his cock might get burned off.
He shoved another inch up her ass. She began wiggling her ass around to suck him even further up her rear. It worked. He drove in another inch, then still another until he was completely buried up her asshole.
The heavy slabs of ass cheek pressed in at him from both sides. He felt her smooth skin rubbing against the hair of his stomach. His thighs pressed firmly into the girl's. But most of all her asshole clamped down with the pressure of a vise on his cock. He was sure he would get his cock cut off leaving it inside her very long.
When he tried pulling out, he quickly found she was reluctant to let him go. The vacuum formed inside her shit chute was even more intense than that generated in her pussy. He pulled harder. He was positive all his guts would be pulled out the end of his cock.
She slowly let him pull back. When his retreat was almost complete, only the glans remaining inside the ring of her asshole, she moaned out, "In! Fuck me hard!"
He slammed forward at her command. He found himself surging up the tightest passage he had ever found. The internal heat from her guts seared him. He was surrounded by clutching flesh, burned by her fierce lust, pulled all the way up into her guts by her well-trained muscles.
He was in a sexual paradise.
"Fuck me, damn you, fuck meeee!"
He had started to drift, to enjoy the erotic sensations assaulting him. There was more to do. He could stir both their passions to the bursting point. That seemed to him to be the most important thing he could do at the moment.
He pulled out and then slammed home again. He was so completely engrossed in the sensations sailing into his body, he couldn't keep his balance very well. When he started to totter, he reached out and gripped a double handful of ass flesh.
The warm meat seemed to pulse under his grip. The white flesh was thinly veined with blue. But, as much as it looked like marble, no cold stone was ever this alive and vibrant. He knew without a doubt that he held onto one of the most desirable women he had ever seen.
She was young, trim and lovely. Her tits were heaving up and down with the excitement of having his dick shoved up her ass. Her hair was tossed around in a wild cascade of black.
She was excited by his prick, by his fucking. He knew it. He could feel her body responding to him.
He crammed himself into her asshole even harder, even faster.
Cheryl was momentarily shocked by the sudden change in tempo. She knew he was aroused, but the flurry of rapid strokes caught her by surprise. She wasn't braced. As she fell forward, he held her upright with the grip on her butt. His fingers cruelly cut into her soft flesh. Red streaks were left wherever his fingers touched her skin.
Oddly, this stimulated her to a fever pitch that she had missed. The pain in her rear end made the pleasure he was giving her asshole all the more apparent. There was a sharp contrast. She was able to compare the two.
The pain actually heightened her senses, made her more aware of what was happening to her.
She cried out, "Faster! More! I need you cum the waaaaay up my poor little ass!"
He tried to obey her command far more cock. He felt the control he had fought to maintain in his body slip away as passion fully gripped him. His hips began to move of their own accord. He was no longer in control of even the simplest of his bodily functions.
His hips began pistoning in and out of the girl's body. There was a wet noise every time his groin collided with her ass. Although they fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, the sweat formed a little vacuum seal. When he broke it, there was a lewd, obscenely popping noise.
But he didn't care. All that mattered was the heat radiating from her well-fucked ass and into his cock.
"God, Cheryl, so tiiiight!"
"Keep on! Keep going!"
He wasn't in control any longer. There was no way he could maintain the slow, rhythmic fucking he had wanted. His cock surged into her vise-grip asshole. The powerful little circular muscle made a special attempt to completely cut off all the circulation in his dick. It clamped down so tight on him he was sure he would lose all feeling in his cock.
He was wrong.
If anything, he was better able to feel the blood pounding into his cock. It heightened his senses, made him even more aware of how huge his prick had grown. He could feel the arrowhead of his glans scraping the sides of the girl's rectum. It built up the friction to the point where he was certain his cock would begin to melt, if not actually char and burn off to a nubbin.
He gritted his teeth and kept going. It was such sweet torture. He wasn't certain how much longer he could keep this up. Maybe not long. But he was sure he wanted to revel in the feelings surging into his body, causing his balls to chum with joy, as long as possible. He was going to remember this fuck for a long time.
The girl's body was slower in responding, but respond it did. She felt herself growing increasingly hot. It wasn't possible for her to stay calm and cool and collected. Not with that fat dick reaming her ass out like it was. She was taking it all the way up her shit-chute. It jolted her spine every time he slammed into her body.
It was going to set off her climax at any second. When she was shoved forward across the desk by the impact of a really hard fucking, her tits were stimulated by her blouse. The turgid little pebbles were bent and pulled out of shape for an instant. That, along with the cock up her ass, set off the organ.
She shrieked and cried and began to wiggle her ass in wild abandon. She had to take even more up her rear. Circular motion, straight back, it didn't matter to her as long as she got that extra inch up her bowels. She wanted him drilling as far into her guts as he could reach. That hot cock was exactly what she wanted. It was what she had come to get. And get it she would!
When she came, the only thing she could feel was the trickle of cunt juice down the inside of her leg. She thought it was bizarre. Her body was racked with all the familiar passions, but all she could think about was the oily dribble of cunt juice down her leg.
Murray couldn't hold back the fiery tide of his an any longer. His balls were actually hurting with their need to explode. The steam built up in his balls. When it erupted there was only one place for it to go.
It hurled down his tube and out the tiny hole at the end of his fuck slick.
Jerking, bouncing, dancing around inside the girl's hole, he gave her the sexiest enema ever.
The heat seemed to evaporate his jism as soon as it left his cock. He spurted out more. The tightness seemed to milk him. He forced even more cum out of his prick.
Finally, there was nothing left in his body. He was exhausted from the effort. He was sweaty, tired to the bone. And his hard-on had vanished like an ice-cream cone in the hot sun. It had simply melted away, leaving only a limp, sticky rod behind.
Murray gasped in some air and then told Cheryl, "I don't think there'll be much problem with you getting Dave's job. You just showed me how willing you are to cooperate with, uh, management. I think you should be given a chance to prove yourself – in other ways. Know what I mean?"
She lowered her skirt and patted her ass. It was well fucked. The liquid feeling deep in her bowels was sort of sexy. She thought he must have pumped gallons and gallons of sperm into her asshole.
"I fully understand, Murray. It's so good working with a man when we're both on the same wavelength. It makes things so much easier. But, tell me, how much control do I have on the show?"
"Just about anything you want. Fuck up and I come in, but otherwise, whatever you want."
"I want rid of Dick and Jim. Put them somewhere else. Maybe on the Gonzo the Lost Clown Show or something. But not on my newscast. I don't like them, and I won't put up with them."
"Done. Anything else?"
Cheryl smiled. She simply said, "If I do think of anything else, you can bet I'll tell you."
She was content, even happy. She was still climbing the ladder. From weather girl to anchorman. Not too bad, not too bad at all.
And looking at Murray, she knew there was still room for her to improve herself. She wondered what the owner was like.