"That's just about the kinkiest fucking I've ever done!" exclaimed Marty. "I knew there was some reason I loved you so much."
"Just that?" teased Katherine. "Not my fantastic body or great tits or tight ass or my itsy-bitsy pussy?"
"Those, too," he laughed. "But look, we've still got a half hour. Let's find someplace more private where we can really get it on. I got off on you fucking yourself on my lap, but we were both a little, uh, hesitant to really cut loose with all those people around."
"Okay. Whatever you say."
"Good, and then maybe you'll tell me some of the shit that's been dumped on you to make you so grumpy lately. You've been a real bitch, and that's not like you at all, Katherine," he said.
She looked at Marty and wondered if she really could tell him the truth – would he do anything to Bennett if she told him how the man had butt fucked her when she'd applied for the job? The teenager sighed, thinking about the other things the manager had required her to do. She had rushed into losing her cherry just so that he wouldn't be the one to get it. The girl didn't even regret having done that.
Other things, yeah, she regretted. Allowing Bennett to force her into the last scene had been so degrading that she still blushed thinking about it. The man had really thought he was going to get a virgin piece of ass. The small satisfaction she got out of knowing he didn't was hardly compensation for him fucking her like a dog or eating her put while the other man raped her up the ass.
"What's on your mind?" Marty probed. "I want to know. Really – I might even be able to help."
His hand pressed into the curve of her ass and squeezed. She knew how he could help her, and it wasn't by doing anything to Bennett. She needed to know that all men weren't monsters intent on raping her. The girl realized that Bennett and his friends were probably not normal, that Marty came a lot closer to the usual man. Bennett and his cohorts were all semi-crazed and intent on nothing but their own pleasure.
She was finding out that a man could get a hell of a lot more kick out of fucking when she was willing to give as much as she got. And with Marty, she would do her damnedest to make sure that he experienced the peak of desire. Anything he wanted, she would willingly do.
No, all men weren't like Bennett and she need not turn to women like Anne for her sexual pleasures. She shivered lightly at the thought of the lesbian stuff she and the other clerk had done. It had seemed so good at the time. While Katherine hardly regretted it like she did some of the awful things Bennett had done to her, she knew that it wasn't right. Not really. Men and women fucked. Women didn't fuck women.
"Here's a nice deserted little room," said Marty, holding open the door to a storeroom for her. A single bulb burned brightly above, casting a grim, harsh light throughout the room.
"This is tacky," she said. "Let's just take the afternoon off and go somewhere else."
"This isn't tacky," he corrected. "Come along and see. We keep all the bedroom stuff here and some of us have a little setup in the back, behind some crates, which might interest you."
He was right. The cartons formed a high wall, insuring privacy for the bed they had assembled. The bed was huge and round. Soft lights strategically placed allowed the people on the bed to see themselves in mirrors placed around the edges of the bed itself.
"Wow, Marty, I never knew this was here!"
"Nor do a lot of the big boys. And we intend to keep it that way. They get their ass in their offices." He stopped, feeling the girl stiffen in shock. He said, "That's it, isn't it? That son of a bitch Bennett has been putting it to you."
"Oh, Marty, please don't!"
"Son of a bitch!" he repeated. "He was the one who got your cherry. Is that all he's done to you?"
She could only shake her head no. How could she possibly tell him Bennett had eaten her out and fucked her up the shit chute and made her strip and forced her to model skimpy clothes for his friends?
"I'll kill him!"
She hung on to Marty's arm and dragged him back to the bed. They both crashed down onto the protesting surface, the springs squeaking loudly under their combined weights. "No, please don't do anything. I need the job. If you attack him, he'll take it out on me. I need the job. I do!"
"You don't need any job where you have to put out to keep it."
She shut off his protests in the only way she knew how. She kissed him. His lips were tense and pursed. Her tongue rimmed them several times, flicking lightly across them and finally parting them enough so that she could worm her way into the dank cavern of his mouth.
Soon the man was moaning softly. She pressed him back flat onto the bed, her tits mashing down on his chest. Her hands started roving around his body, undoing his buttons and stroking his hairy chest. When she brushed across the thick bulge at his crotch, she knew he wasn't going anywhere. At least he wasn't going anywhere she didn't want him to go.
Hastily pulling down the zipper, she freed his prick. The hot and hard rod of prick leaped into her hand. When she started stroking up and down the aroused length of cock, the man finally broke off the kiss to say, "Let's get naked."
She couldn't have put it any better. Although it was hard giving up the sexy handle she had found, she did so. In record time, two sweating, passionately naked bodies were locked together on the round bed.
Katherine rolled on top of Marty, her pussy spreading wantonly for his cock. She shoved her hips down and felt his prick slithering along her pussy. His prick parted her cunt lips and dipped into the flood of her cunt juices leaking from her insides.
"Fuck me now! Don't wait! I don't need the foreplay to get hot! I need you now!" she told him.
"I can feel that," he said. "Guide me in and show me the way. This is still sort of new for both of us. Besides, I like watching what's going on."
He raised his head enough to peer into the mirror directly behind Katherine. He could see both their crotches perfectly in the mirror. His cock was jutting up, virile and strong, and resting in the cradle between her pussy lips. The pinkness of her twat made his cock stir and buck in desire.
The man saw her hand reach down and grip his prick. She pulled on it as she lifted up her hips. He almost came when he saw her cunt hole gaping dark and inviting for his cock. She shoved him up until the purpled knob of his prick was just inside her pussy lips.
Then he felt as well as saw what was happening. The intense heat from her pussy boiled out and threatened to sear his delicate flesh. He looked up and saw the most delectable sight in the world.
He hardly knew what to do with his hands. Her tits danced around like captive balloons in front of her chest, the nipples red and hard and inviting. But to take those wondrous mountains of titflesh in his hands meant he would have to give up the treat of reaching behind her and cupping her asscheeks in the palms of his hands.
There was her clit too. He could see the auburn bush part and give way to the tiny pink spire of her clitoris. Simply reaching out and lightly flicking that erectile organ with his finger would get her off. And what pleased the girl was sure to give him one hell of a sexual thrill.
And just running his fingers over her smooth flesh was enough to give him a kick normally. What to do?
His hands gripped fervently at her tits, and he began rolling those luscious mounds in large circle. He knew that she thought he was trying to rip them off her chest. He didn't care. The feel of her boobs was too good to stop. The hard points of her nipples pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. He crushed those buttons down into the fleshy foundations until the girl was moaning in stark arousal.
"Marty, darling Marty, this is too much! Let me move! Let me fuck again on your sweet prick. My pussy is drooling for it. Let me do it!"
He got under her tits and pushed her upwards. In the mirror at the foot of the bed, he could see his cock slipping out of her cunt. Her cunt lips looked as if they were lewdly kissing his prick. The entire length of his cock gleamed a silvery color, caused by being soaked with fuck juices.
As soon as his arms were locked straight, he relaxed. The girl fell back down. His prick shot into her flaming hot twat, and they both gasped. She began grinding her crotch into his. The man fought to keep from coming. The action of her cunt walls was nice, but the feel of her body grinding forcefully into his was almost enough to make his balls convulse and erupt in orgasm.
"Too much," he said. "I can't take too much more that way. You're too hot for me, bitch."
She thrilled at the way he said that. She didn't mind Marty calling her a bitch at all. That was the way she felt! The girl hated Bennett and everything he did. When he called her a bitch it was a put down. The way Marty meant it, it came out a compliment. She knew what to do too.
The girl lifted her hips again, tensing her cunt around the hidden length of his prick. The man's hips were lifted off the bed by this action. She found she couldn't hold him firmly enough because of the slippery love oils inside her pussy. His cock slowly drifted out of her cunt. But, before it could get all the way out, she shoved her hips back down. She felt his balls smash against her as she rammed down so hard.
His cock penetrated deeper into her cunt than any man's cock ever had before – she thought it was a thrill fucking in the cafeteria. Now he knew that that was only the opening round. This was the real thing. They could both struggle and cry out and move all they wanted. There weren't a lot of people around to stare at them. This was fucking as it should be.
"Just can't put up with it this way, honey," the man said. She felt his hands reaching behind her to cup her buttocks. He lifted with a surge of strength and twisted. The girl fell backwards and her legs went up into the air. She was surprised to find that his prick never left her pussy the entire time.
"Ummm! I like that. Especially the way your cock felt when it was moving around inside me!"
"It gets better," he promised her.
Looking down into her hazel eyes, he knew it would get a lot better. He supported himself on his hands, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist to pull him in even more powerfully. He rammed down and into her snatch. He enjoyed watching his red prick vanish between her trembling cunt lips. There was a lewd squishing noise as he reamed her out, then he pulled back slowly. For a second, he thought the tightness of her would bring him off. Then he was positive that the suction in her cunt would pull his guts out through his piss-slit. Nothing of the sort happened. He felt his cock stiffening even more. He could hardly believe that she was doing that to him.
But it was true. He felt his balls tumbling wildly in the thick stew of his jism. The hairy little bag holding them had tensed up to the point where it was a half sphere dangling under his long cock. He felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
"Faster, Marty, fuck me faster! My poor little cunt needs your big, swollen cock in it. Please! Ride me, ride me haaaaard!"
She bucked and thrashed around at the end of his prick. He bent forward and kissed her lips, then moved slowly across the tender flesh of her throat and worked his way down to her tits. As he planted a juicy kiss on the tip of her left tit, she came. She came hard.
Writhing around, impaled on his cock, she would have tumbled off the bed and taken him with her if he hadn't braced his arms. She screamed and moaned and cried. And her pussy tortured his cock.
He felt the powerful young muscles of her cunt wash down hard on him. The man thought he might get broken off as her cunt lips tensed and closed around him.
She massaged his cock until he was sweating hard not to come. He wanted more from her than a simple in-out fucking. He wanted to show her what a stud he really was. They had fooled around, eating each other, licking and caressing and using their hands, but never before had she allowed him to really fuck her.
He owed her his best. He pulled out of her clinging interior and immediately slammed his body back into hers. His cock slipped easily all the way up her cunt. The fuck fluids oozed out around the meaty plug of his prick to dribble and run down his balls. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
Her legs held him firmly, as if she feared he might stop. He fucked harder. He corkscrewed out of her and then fucked even faster back into her steamy depths.
"More, give me more!" she bellowed. Her fingers raked at his shoulders. Neither noticed the bloody track she left. They were too engrossed in the frantic fucking to stop now.
He found he couldn't put words to the emotions rampaging through him. He fucked faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust should have split her apart. Her resilient young body took his best and demanded more.
He gave it.
She came again, sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. The wracking shudders that possessed her this time wiggled them toward the edge of the bed. The man continued to fuck hard and straight and fast into her convulsing cunt. They slid together to the edge of the bed and she started failing off.
He didn't stop his fucking. This gave him a brand new angle to drive in his prick. She was propped up so that her shoulders were on the floor and her ass was still on the bed. Her cunt sucked and pulled even harder at his prick. The man grunted and thrashed and kept fucking.
Then he couldn't stop. His hips exploded with a frenzy of motion and the hot tide of his jism rose. He whitewashed the insides of her cunt with his come. They rocked together, his cock jerking and bucking hard inside the tight sheath of female flesh. Then it was all over. Panting, he relaxed and managed to pull her back up onto the bed.
"Hmmm, that was soooo nice," she cooed. "And I want more of it. Now!"
"Greedy bitch," he sighed. "You might want more from me, but it's not going to happen. Look."
He nodded in the direction of his cock. It had slithered from her pussy. She immediately seized it and started working it over. He groaned in delight, but knew it wasn't going to get hard again for some time. He was only human, even when faced with such a willing young woman.
"I could do this all day," she said. "I love the way your cock feels inside me. I hate Bennett's. I wish…"
"You mean that he has actually fucked you?" raged Marty, sitting up in the bed as she tugged at his cock and pulled him back down beside her.
"Yeah, he's done it to all the clerks. I hate to say this, but I let him fuck me up the ass just to get the job. And he's eaten me out and, well, he's done a lot of things. Please, Marty, don't do anything. I need the job!"
For a long time, Marty sat there. Then he had the answer. Slowly, he said, "You hate him. Are you willing to go along with a plan to get even with him?"
"Sure! Anything."
"It might be risky. Damned risky for you. You might even have to let him fuck you again."
Katherine thought about it for a moment, and stroked Marty's slowly hardening cock. This was the only prick in the world she wanted fucking her from now on, but the chance to get even with Bennett raged like wildfire through her mind and soul.
"I'll fuck that prick if I get the chance to really fuck him over."
"Okay, I thought so. Here's what I want you to do…"
And after Marty had outlined his scheme to the girl, he found he had another boner. Rather than waste it, they fucked again. And it was even better than the time before. This time it was fueled by lust and the knowledge that soon they would be rid of Ronald Bennett.