». . . and that's the latest on the bank scandal. Good evening,» said Velvet, putting the papers down in front of her on the desk. She heaved a huge sigh of relief as the red light on the camera winked off, indicating she was no longer on the air.
«Great stuff!» cried Tony, coming over to pump her hand. He bent over and kissed her then. «Great stuff. We're going to get awards all over the place for that story. God, breaking a major banking scandal before even the newspapers got it! Wow!»
Velvet felt all of Tony's elation and more. She had proven herself. The pair of them had gotten the story, but she was the one who had ferreted out the real source of the information. The cashier's information had been accurate in every detail. Indictments against the bank president were pending as a result of their expose.
Her hands trembled with the excitement as she leaned back in the chair. The hot lights caused part of the perspiration on her face; the rest was from nervous strain of presenting the story.
«We showed them, didn't we, Tony?» she asked.
«We're a team, Velvet. We'll be able to go out and really dig into what's happening out there. Camera crews and everything. Live action stuff. There's not going to be anything or anyone to stop us. We'll be another Huntley-Brinkley team. We'll be . . .» Tony was cut off by the entrance of the station manager.
Velvet felt herself tensing. She hardly expected to hear words of praise from Williamson. Their success had shot down his ideas of getting rid of them.
«Hi, Mr. Williamson,» said Tony brightly. «We college kids sure came through for you this time, didn't we? Bet this series had the highest news rating in the history of this town!»
«Not bad,» the man grudgingly replied. «Could be better. You need more practice at this kind of reporting.»
«Not bad? Hell, man, it was great.»
«You have something else to do, don't you, Sims?» the station manager said in a cold voice. Tony quickly left after casting a puzzled look at Velvet.
«What is it?» the woman asked suspiciously. «You want something, don't you?»
«That report was okay, but it ruined a friend of mine. The banker has been most helpful in financing for this station.»
«And personally?» asked Velvet nastily. «Does he give you some of the money he steals from the bank – as a personal loan?»
«Listen, cunt, you can be fired, just like that!» Williamson snapped his fingers under her nose. «You do one okay story and you think you own this place. It doesn't work that way. You have to do more than just wiggle your ass and flaunt your tits and spread for any man who comes along. This is a competitive business.»
Velvet watched the man turning red in the face. He was getting worked up over this and she realized he was angry that she and Tony had gotten the story.
«Does that mean you won't blackmail me anymore? That I don't have to put out for you whenever you get horny?»
Velvet recoiled, thinking the man was going to hit her. His clenched fist relaxed a little and he smiled. The smile was more menacing than if he had tried to hit her. Williamson squinted against the harsh light and grinned broadly.
«Come on up to my office.»
«I'm busy.»
«You'll be very unbusy if you don't because you won't have a job. This is a . . . staff meeting.» He chuckled at his own humor. Velvet shuddered and wondered if she should call him on it. She knew damned good and well what sort of «staff» he was talking about. It'd be just the two of them – and his cock running into her cunt.
She might be able to bluff him. And then again, maybe he didn't bluff. She'd be out of a job. The bills had been piling up on her and she was wondering how she'd ever be able to pay them all. Losing the job now meant having to go begging to her parents. She hadn't done that all through school; she wasn't going to start now.
Velvet steeled herself against what the man would do and dutifully followed him to his office. He closed the door behind her. The woman cringed, feeling as if she had just entered an execution chamber.
«You college types think you're so high and mighty. Let me tell you something, you ignorant bitch, you aren't. Those guys like me who've had to work and work hard to get where we are know the ropes. You're a newcomer around here and have a lot to learn.»
«Mr. Williamson, you're being unfair about this.» Velvet stopped when she saw nothing but lust in the man's eyes. Nothing else was on his mind right now but his own rampaging sexual desires. The way his crotch lumped up and twitched told the girl everything she needed to know.
«I'll show you the ropes. And you'll love it, cunt. You'll love it because a man will be showing you how to do it.»
She almost panicked and fought him off, then remembered how badly off she was financially. With the hiring crunch in the television industry, she had been lucky to get this job. She wouldn't be so lucky in finding another if she walked out now. Williamson was a powerful man in the field and would have her blacklisted with every station in the state.
Velvet shut her eyes and tried to imagine the hands pawing at her lush tits were Ben's or Tony's. The roughness made it almost impossible for her to believe it was one of her other lovers. Williamson's meaty hands crushed down powerfully on her, brutalizing her tits. She sobbed and caught her breath as he began unbuttoning her blouse to get in to her naked, creamy white boobs.
«Please, you don't have to do this. You're just . . .»
«Silence, cunt,» he snapped. «I know what I want. And I know what you want. You want this!»
He flashed out his prick. This sight of it made Velvet fearful of what he might do to her if she tried to run. It wouldn't be a grudging fuck then, it would turn into rape. And she wouldn't have a ghost of a chance of making it stick. The man could ruin her entire career with a single bad word. She had to go along with him, as much as she hated the idea.
«Why don't you suck on it, bitch? From what the cameramen say, you're damn good at giving head.»
His hands laced through her raven-black hair and forced her to her knees. With her lips just inches away from the tip of his quivering prick, she had no other choice but to pop that glans into her mouth and suck.
«God, yes, that's the way I like it. They were right. You give one hell of a good blowjob.»
She closed her blue eyes and tried to imagine that this was Tony's prick she was orally ministering to. The sound of Williamson's voice made that hard, but she was good at fantasizing. She had to do it to keep from going out of her mind with rage.
Her tongue looped around the tip of his prick, teasing and tormenting as it went. The agile tip of her darting pink oral digit found the tiny triangular flap of skin under the cleft head. This was the most sensitive portion of his cock. She teased and toyed with it until he was jumping from foot to foot with excitement.
A tiny, bitter drop of preseminal fluid beaded at the head of his cock. Her tongue swirled it away. She made a wry face around the thick plug of cock in her mouth but kept sucking. Her cheeks went concave under the suction she exerted. The dark-haired beauty hoped that she could get the man to come quickly. That would free her of the need to be in his presence and cool down his berserk desires to fuck her.
It didn't work out that way, though. She sucked hard and used her tongue all over the end of his cock the best she could. Kissing and licking down the side of the shaft to his balls got the man to moan constantly with pleasure. It also convinced him that his prick would be better off stuffed somewhere else.
«On your hands and knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat.»
«Wh-what?» she stammered, surprised at the turn of events. The musky tang of the man's prick still lingered on her lips. She licked it off and looked up at him in wonder.
He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around so fast she lost her balance. The girl dropped to hands and knees, just the position the man wanted her in.
Before Velvet could protest, she felt his hands lifting her skirt and his body moving in behind her. He skinned off her panties and pulled them down around her knees, effectively preventing her from crawling away.
And then all strength raced from her body. The heavy end of his male bludgeon smashed into her cunt lips from behind. She felt the thick shaft plunging down between her asscheeks, caressing the puffy labia and then surging all the way into her dry pussy.
«God, dry humping. Get that cunt of yours working, bitch. Get it nice and wet and slick for me to fuck you like an animal in rut!»
Velvet recovered some of her strength after the quick, hot entry all the way up her pussy and tried to escape. Strong hands gripped her waist and held her firmly in position. She felt the man's hairy upper thighs rubbing against her tender buttocks. There was no escaping now.
«Don't do this. I'm a human being, a person, a woman! You're treating me like an animal.»
«An animal is all you are,» he snapped. «I got to teach you to have respect for authority. You think you're so much better'n the rest of us because you have a college education. You're not. And I'm going to show you what experience can do.»
His hips began moving slowly, stirring his prick around in the tight hot confines of her pussy. She moaned and felt hot flashes throughout her belly. But in spite of her resolve not to respond to the man's crude lovemaking, she felt her body turning traitor. Thick fuck juices began sluggishly flowing to grease his pillar of man-meat.
«That's more like it,» he gloated. «You really want it now, don't you? Don't you?»
«Oh, ohhh!» was all she could moan out.
The woman's senses were being stripped away and all that was left behind was a raw nerve ending. Every single thrust of his cock sent agonizing waves through her body. But the oils from her twat slackened his cock and made every thrust easier to take. Even her pussy walls seemed to expand enough to take his girth.
In different circumstances, Velvet could have gotten off in a big way on fucking like this. But not with the station manager. He was the animal; she was only a victim of circumstance. If she'd been rich or in any kind of a position to tell Williamson to stuff it she would have. But she was powerless, a victim to be exploited by the man.
«Yeah, baby, that's the way I like pussy. Good and juicy for me. Shit, you got the best cunt for fucking ever. And taking you like a bitch is fun!»
It wasn't fun for Velvet, but it wasn't the total turn-off she thought it would be. Closing her eyes and letting her body respond, she was able to get some pleasure out of the fucking. This was a lusty position, one that allowed her tits to swing free. Every single thrust into her pussy caused a shock to surge into her, making her knockers sway back and forth. Also, the blood drained down into her nipples, hardening them and making them super-sensitive.
As if the man had read her mind, he reached around and grabbed one of her jugs. Taking the mushroom-like nubbin of her nipple between thumb and forefinger, he teased and tweaked it.
She came. The sensations in her body didn't leave her any other choice. The tidal waves of desire pouring into her guts from the fucking smashed into the lances of pure fire blasting into her chest from the way he handled her tits.
Velvet found herself ramming her hips back into the man's groin to get even more of his prick into her. She ground her hips in a circular motion and felt his pecker stirring against her most sensitive flesh. She gasped and almost came again. Holding back, she wanted to save up all the delicious feelings and release them in one great big come.
«Now we're cooking,» the man grunted. «You chicks are all alike. Cockteasers. But get a taste of a real prick and you go wild.»
«Please, more, ohhh!»
She hadn't wanted to say that. It gave the man too much satisfaction. His power over her was almost complete. He held her impaled on the thick sword of flesh rammed into her cunt. His hands controlled her movements so that she could do little but let him have his will.
Velvet crossed her forearms in front of her on the floor and placed her forehead on them. This shoved her ass up into the air. The jutting white target was more than the man could pass up. He started fucking with long, quick strokes.
The friction in her cunt threatened to burn her up. She hadn't been truly aroused up to this point. Her pussy had been lubricating and she had gasped and moaned as she'd almost gotten off, but now that changed. Everything about the fucking got to her and sent earthquaking tremors through her body.
Waves of delight spread into her belly caused by the friction of the fucking. The swift movement of his cockflesh against her tight inner passage lit a fuse that she couldn't extinguish. The warmth spread slowly, like melted butter, but soon she felt the edges of the warmth pulsating and threatening to engulf her.
«More, fuck me more!» she demanded. The girl's ass rammed back powerfully into his groin. They fit together now like pieces of some erotic jigsaw puzzle.
And all Velvet knew was that she had to have more of that hard, hot, virile cock. Lots more.
The lewd squashing noises from the hard cock entering and leaving her aroused cunt filled the room. She felt the rivers of sweat pouring off her body and dripping off the points of her tits. Her entire body had come alive and she needed more of that prick to get off. The molten lead lump in her belly suddenly exploded and filled her with ecstasy.
«Aieeeeee!» she shrieked out. Her hips went berserk, cramming back into the man's crotch and getting his prick to dig in as deeply as possible.
Her pussy convulsed around the thick spike of cock. She felt every single contour of his dick and this pushed her arousal even higher. The heavy arrow-shaped head of his cock expanded and rubbed passionately against her cunt walls. The throbbing veins and arteries along the shaft pulsed and fed her come. The sexual energy charging her body reached the point where she couldn't control any of it.
She came even harder. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the hot flush rising in her tits and neck. And still this wasn't the end of it. She knew her pussy was gushing out frothy juices from the way they ran down the insides of her thighs.
«Damn, baby, this is almost more'n I can handle,» he grunted out. «You smash down on my cock like that again and you'll mash the fucker flat!»
He continued poling in and out of her pussy with his long, demanding strokes. She hardly relaxed before another climax began building in her loin's.
Velvet both loved and hated the feeling. The sexual and emotional release was nice, but why did it have to come with a pig like Williamson? She felt as if she betrayed herself. And yet she needed this fucking. She needed the warmth and the feelings racing through her and surging into her cunt, making her into a complete woman. She needed it as she needed food and water and air.
«Tight, you're getting even tighter around me,» he panted harshly. His fingers gripped down on her waist, pulling her back powerfully with every inward fucking stroke.
The tiny fires of lust burning inside her turned into flames that would have done a blast furnace proud. Out of control, she sobbed and begged him for more. When he gave it to her, she came again.
Short, quick strokes fed the carnal fires in her body to the point where she was being consumed by them. The man reached around and made a fork out of his index and middle fingers. Pressing one finger on each side of his prick, he pressed down into her turgid cunt lips. The action tightened her labia around his cock.
She gasped at the electric tensions short-circuiting into her body now. The pressure around his prick caused her to come again. She had lost all control and could only respond when the man willed her to. But she couldn't complain. This was too intense, too good, exactly what she had been needing.
«Gotta fuck more, more, more!» the man chanted.
He slammed repeatedly into her cunt, his balls swinging forward and wetly slapping against her puffy, blue-tinged cunt lips. The action of that hairy little bag, his fingers, and most of all his cock, set her off one more time.
As her cunt collapsed like a mineshaft around his cock, he blew his wad. His cock fountained out a steady spurt of jism that whitewashed her cunt walls.
The feel of him coming inside her caused Velvet to gasp and moan through another come. The intense sexual high quickly died, however, and left her panting and crying, her ass jutting up in the air and the man's limp prick dribbling from her twat. The hot juices leaking from her insides ran down her legs and reminded her exactly what had happened.
She hardly believed she had allowed the man to fuck her without putting up more of a fight. Still, she had to be realistic. She needed the job badly. Without it, she would lose everything – especially her own pride. Letting him use her as a sex toy was easier than admitting she couldn't make it in the business world.
«Yeah, baby, that was good. You've got a hell of a hot cunt. Educated pussy, you might say.» Williamson laughed at his own crude joke and slapped her on the butt. «Get decent. This is a business office.»
«Are you going to let me continue doing some reporting?» she asked, hardly trusting either her voice or his answer.
He thought it over for a minute, then said, «Yeah, I guess so. Any cunt who'll do what you do deserves a chance to prove herself. Now get your ass out of here. I have business to do.»