"I've changed my mind. I don't want it like this. Your mouth is nice. It feels good, but it isn't as tight as your cunt. I want to fuck you – again." He paused for the words to penetrate. He wanted to make sure Cheryl knew exactly what he was demanding of her. The humiliation would be even greater that way. "I want to fuck you just like I did when you got your job."
The words struck the girl like cold water thrown in her face. She had steeled herself to suck on his terrible cock. Now he was demanding that she debase herself once more by letting him fuck her. She shivered with the terror of it.
But the job – she needed the job so badly, she would do just about anything to keep it. And there was no denying that Roger was telling her this was a condition of keeping the job.
Was he any better than the two cameramen with their lewd comments? The thought raced across Cheryl's mind, then she decided. Roger we better. He could fire her – they couldn't.
And if he could keep her on the payroll he might be enticed into giving her something better to do than just parroting some figure she didn't really understand. There were all sorts of jobs around a TV station besides weather.
Roger could give one of them to her. If she pleased him.
If she made him give it to her by being extra-special good to him and doing whatever he wanted.
The thought then hit Cheryl that she would have to do more than just meekly go along with the producer. She would have to take the initiative. Otherwise, he could keep her on the hook sexually forever, and she'd never get a damned thing from him.
She would have to use sex the way she had to get the job. This time, however, she would have to be better at it. She would have to be the one manipulating. It wouldn't do to ever let Roger use her. Let him think he was. Sure, that was logical.
But she would have to become the one calling the shots.
Cheryl didn't want to be a sex slave to the man for the rest of her life. And she knew that was the way it would end, up if she wasn't a little more clever. She shuddered thinking of all the things he would do to her, all the hideous sexual perversions he could ravage her with.
Just fucking was bad enough. She hated having a man's cock driving so hard into her body – hated it and loved it at the same time. But she would play him for the sucker this time. She would use him until he gave her something more than pointing at cities on a map and reading off highs and lows.
Reporter. That would be a good place to start.
She stood, hands slowly moving down the sides of her body. She smoothed out imaginary ripples in her skirt. She made sure her ass jutted just enough so he got a good view of her flail, round buttocks. Thrusting her chest forward and pulling her shoulders back caused her jugs to bounce and sway seductively. She let a little smile cross her mouth when she saw how it affected the man.
His cock hardened perceptibly.
"Roger, that's nice. But… how about something a little… different? Something a little… sexier?"
"Like what?" This couldn't be the shy little flower he had fucked just a week ago. Cheryl was actually going to give him something rather than passively accept it. It didn't seem in character.
"Oh, there… things." She quickly moved away from him and stood like a model, one hand on an outthrust hip. With slow, deliberate motions, she began a strip tease.
Her fingers seemed to caress each button on her blouse. One button at a time was freed. Each one let out just a little more tit. The first gave the man a faint hint of blushing-pink nipple. The brown plain of areola surrounding the nipple was plainly visible when she finished with the second button. The third gave him a full view of her boobs. The white mounds of tit flesh bobbed out of her blouse. She quickly finished opening her blouse and gripped the hem in her hands.
Spinning in a fast circle, she felt her tits swing away from her body. She gasped as the blood started rushing into her nipples, making them come alive, pulse with life. Her tits became more and more elongated as she spun around.
Stopping suddenly set the twin globes of tit flesh to bouncing. It made her feel sexy – and powerful. She could see the effect she was having on her boss. He was slowly stroking his cock. It would be a laugh if she could make him come and not have to endure his filthy cock in her cunt!
"You like this – so far?"
"Yeah, babe, sure. Keep it up!"
"Just you keep it up, big boy!"
She laughed and clutched both ends of the blouse in her hands. Holding them away from her body, she was able to hide portions of her snowy-white tits whenever she wanted. She could expose just as much or as little of her breasts as she wanted.
While she was sinuously moving back and forth, she allowed one perfect shoulder to snake out of the blouse. The other quickly followed. Turning suddenly, she treated the man to an unobstructed view of her back. She tossed aside the blouse.
She could tell she was really getting to him now. His hand almost flew up and down his prick as he jerked himself off. That old whanger would explode in his hand yet!
That was what she wanted.
To make sure, she began unfastening her skirt. A small wiggle of her hips sent the useless garment over the flare of her ass and down her slender legs to lay in a pile on the floor. She lithely stepped out of the skirt and began working on her pantyhose.
She never got any further with her strip tease. She had tormented the man too much. He couldn't control his rampaging emotions any longer. He took three quick steps and gripped her fiercely. Throwing her flat on the floor, his groping fingers slipped under the waistband of her hose and yanked.
There was a ripping noise as the nylon tore. She shrieked, "Ouch! Oh, my poor little match!" The tearing material had chafed her already hot and dripping twat.
"Shaddup! You little bitch!" Roger was like a madman. He yanked and fumbled as he got her pink panties off her. As the fabric ripped free of her slender body, he looked at the curly black pussy mound. It pointed like a street sign down between her thighs.
The white thighs starkly contrasted with the fur-rimmed cunt with its pink lips.
"You like what you see, big boy?" she taunted. She knew he did. He couldn't keep himself in control any longer. He was going to rape her. He was going to fuck her whether she cooperated or not.
All she had to do was lie back and let him do what he wanted. She'd gotten him to react. She had caused him to lose his cool and force himself on her. Now that she was controlling him, she could absolve herself of any guilt in letting a man actually fuck her.
Because he was letting his animal passions run wild – she had merely prodded him into action.
This wasn't any willful act of hers. He was doing it.
"God, so fucking lovely, those cunt lips!" He thrust his hands under her ass and gripped. She moaned as his fingers cruelly closed on the tender flesh.
He lifted her off the rug enough to get into her. He didn't waste any time with preliminary foreplay. He was hot. He wanted to fuck. And in front of him was a tight, hot, fuckable pussy. That was all that he could think about.
He shoved forward. The blunt head of his cock hit against her pussy lips. The slippery flesh caused him to miss his target. He went slithering down her sex gash and between the thick slabs of her ass.
When she squeezed just a little on his cock, he almost came. He pulled free and went hunting again for the door into her depths. His cock pressed firmly against her cunt lips. The pink flaps were shivering with lust now. The cunt juice flowing out made them so wet he could barely keep himself in position.
A quick shove of his hips and the pussy lips folded into the snatch. His fat, swollen cock penetrated full length into her humid, clutching interior. Her twat crushed down around him. He felt as if he'd fucked into a vise.
Hot and tight, he was firmly held in her snatch. He felt a little dizzy as the full impact echoed through his body. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass. The hanging sac was laden with lead-heavy jism begging for release.
He muttered, "So tight! Jeee-zussss!"
"You like it?" she asked. The impact had momentarily taken her breath away. She loathed this, yet it excited her. She could actually enjoy what was happening. She had duped him into fucking her. She was the one who controlled him. And she'd use her body to get her that job she wanted – she wouldn't be a Goddamn weather girl much longer!
Not if the way his prong jerked around inside her twat was any indication of what the man was feeling inside.
He didn't answer with words. He let his body answer with action. Like a piston moving in a well-lubricated groove, he started fucking her. It was a slow, methodical fucking to start. Then he changed to a fast, shallow fucking.
The friction burned at his cock. It filled his guts with liquid fire. If she had taken a million little pins and stuck them into his cock, he couldn't have felt much different. The pressure built up in his balls. The thick cum churned and boiled.
He fucked even faster.
In spite of herself, Cheryl felt her indifference burning away. It actually felt good having that cock in her cunt and fucking wildly. The short, quick strokes lighted the fires of passion she had never known inside her before. She felt changed, altered. Struggling against the desires she felt being born inside her belly, she started thrashing around under the passionate man.
Her movements drove him wild with lust. As she wiggled her hips and bucked up and down, it caused her already tight cunt to contract and grip even more firmly at his delving prick.
"Oh, God, God, fuck meeeee!" she begged. It seemed to her that someone else was speaking. It couldn't be her asking the man to fuck her. But it was. She was so consumed with lust, she would have done anything to get more cock.
The man didn't have to be urged on. He probed deep and hard. His body slammed hard into hers with a wet, sloppy noise. The love juices leaking from her cunt made their crotches slippery. Every time his cock impaled her, there was a lewd smacking noise. When he pulled out of her tight manhole, he broke the vacuum with a pop!
Her insides had turned to water. She felt weak and shaky. There was nothing in her world now except for the driving cock. Raising her legs, she found she could suck him even deeper into her twat. By pressing her knees flat on the floor on each side of her body, she collapsed her cunt so much the man was scared she would rip off his cock at the roots.
But he didn't complain. He fucked harder.
And as he drove even harder into her impossibly small hole, he started a fire beyond Cheryl's control. The blaze lapped and licked at her insides. It moved up into her loins. It worked its way with insidious urgency into belly. Her tits felt like overinflated balloons that would explode at any instant.
Arching her back, humping up to meet his incoming cock, she captured his pussy-pleaser.
For the first time in her life, she came.
The red wave of climax washed though her body and caused her to moon, "Unnggghhhh!" She was totally seized and held captive by the iron grip of orgasm. A new world was revealed to her, a lovely, wonderful world.
She could barely comprehend it as the man's cock started giving her such intense pleasure.
All she knew for certain was that she had to have more – she had to possess his luscious cock!
Becoming totally aware of her body, she reveled in the feeling flooding her. The friction generated by the man's cock a it raced back and forth in its channel made her moan and shudder with carnal delight. The pulsing length of meaty prick inside her twat launched wave after wave of pleasure through her.
She knew the joy of orgasm for the third time. The feelings in her as she drifted down from her sexual high were unique, totally different from anything she had previously experienced. The feel of the huge cock splitting her wide was tremendous – she started needing that cock like a junkie needs a fix.
She became a sex junkie. Her fix was a throbbingly alive, all male cock fucking her.
The world seemed to spin and whirl around her now. Her eyes couldn't focus. The flaming-hot poker ramming in and out of her whipped her passions to a fever pitch. The wet grinding of the man a groin against her slowly stimulated her clit until she was moaning constantly in arousal.
The lightest touch did magical things to her. With a body filled with pent-up emotions like hers, anyone unlocking that reservoir unleashed a flood. She was caught up in the throes of sex. It became a mystical experience for her.
The pulsating cock streaking back and forth in her cunt was all she lived for. She needed it. Buried full length in her cunt, she imagined she could feel every single contour of that organ. The big blue vein stood out and pulsed with lust. Every time he pulled out of her, it was as if his cock was pulling her guts out of her cunt. The intense vacuum formed between his cock and the clinging walls of her box caused her to lose all control of her body.
She began hunching up to meet his every thrust. She tried to take his cock as deeply into her body as possible. She winced under the impact of his body against hers. She grunted as he rotated his hips, stirring her guts with his steel-hard cock buried balls deep up her cunt. She even pleaded when he pulled out of her twat.
"Please, no, I… I need it! All the way in, cram it all the way up! Rip me apart all the way to the chin!"
"Babe, you're so damn tight, I feel like I'm getting burned off at the roots. But I'll give it to you!"
"Yesss, oh, aieeeee!"
She came again.
Never had she imagined sex could be like this. He was bringing her off time after time.
And he was barely able to control his wildly churning balls every time her cunt clamped fervently down around his cock. He drilled into an even tighter channel while the orgasm seized her in its velvet grip. The heat seemed so intense he was sure it would burn his cock off.
Then it no longer mattered to him. All that mattered was wantonly creaming the girl's cunt walls with his cum. He felt the heat touch the very tip of his cock. The wave worked its way inexorably back until it came to his balls.
The extra heat pushed him over the brink. His balls exploded in a fiery torrent of jism. He whitewashed the girl's cunt with his cum. Bucking, dancing spurting, he left his cock sunk all the way up between her hot pink puny lips.
Those lips seemed to obscenely kiss his cock, milking it like a mouth. Every single drop of his cum was sucked from his body. By the time he was limp and exhausted, his balls were completely drained of their precious fluid.
"Damn, Cheryl, but you got the tightest cunt I ever fucked!"
She simply lay back on the rug and shivered. It was suddenly cold in the room. A sheen of sweat covered her body. The girl hadn't realized that making love could be this good.
It added a brand-new dimension to what she had to do. Using her body to get ahead might not be such a drag after all. She could even enjoy the power she had over Roger.
"You mentioned another job, Roger," she gently reminded.
"Huh? Another job? I…"
"I mean, weather girl is so… demeaning. And I'm sure Dick and Jim say all those things about me because of it being such a Mickey Mouse job. Anyone could do it. They wouldn't dare say anything about me – not like they do – if I were a reporter."
"A reporter? Hell, Cheryl, that's out of the question. Shit, there's all sorts of others in line for…"
She had started putting on her clothes. She tossed the ripped panties to Roger, saying, "Here's something for your collection, rapist."
"Rapist? Now, just a Goddamn minute. You asked for that. You were the one who wanted this fucking job and…"
"And nowhere does it say anything about you ripping my clothes off and fucking the weather girl."
"Weather girl," he dully repeated. He dragged on his pants and sat down at his desk. He pawed through a manila folder and scratched something into a ledger. Looking up, he said, "I don't suppose it would be rape if what happened was done to a reporter."
Cheryl smiled sweetly, her lush, sensuous lips curling up in a smile so naive and innocent that Roger knew no one would ever believe him if she did try to press rape charges. He couldn't get off the hook. With his jism in her cunt, there wasn't a court in the country that wouldn't give him life.
"Start to work as a reporter right away. See Dave about your assignments. He's the one who assigns everything."
"Thanks, Roger. You're sweet." She bent over and kissed him chastely on the check, then left.
She heard him snarl, "Shit!" and slam the ledger book shut as she left.
Cheryl was happy. She was on her way up.