"Shit!"
George gave vent to his anger at being disturbed, while Cindy only closed her eyes, uttering a silent curse as he started to climb over her legs.
"Don't! Don't answer it, George! Let them wait…"
"Shit, I gotta answer," he said, disgusted. "It's probably Fleckheimer wantin' me for somethin' stupid."
A battered metal desk with a broken-backed steno chair served as George's office. He grabbed the phone, his cock and balls swinging wildly between the dangling tails of his shirt.
"Yeah, this's George. Yeah, Mr. Fleckheimer. Look, can it wait thirty minutes? Yeah. Yes sir, I'll come right up an' take care of it."
George wiped his nose as he hung up, then moved to pick up his pants. Cindy saw the massive cock-stick disappear as he tucked in his shirt, zipped up the fly, and didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. She wanted it – but now the passion was ebbing, and she knew that this was not the time, not the place. Her first cock should come in a more romantic situation, and from a man more attractive than the rather stupid janitor.
"I guess I'd better get back to my office, George," she said, reaching for her skirt. "Mr. Jordan will be looking for…"
"Oh no you don't!"
George grabbed the skirt, and then scooped up the discarded blouse and bra as well, crumpling them into a ball in his arms.
"You ain't goin' no place, Missy – I won't be gone more'n fifteen minutes, an' then we can finish what we started. You stay right here."
"No!" Cindy shook her head. "I can't, George! If I don't get back I'll be fired!"
"If you don't stay right here you'll get somethin' a lot worse'n bein' fired!" he said ominously, eyes narrowed. "You got me all hot'n bothered an' now you're gonna cool my pecker off. Stay here!"
He glanced around – and then moved to a metal locker, opening it to stuff Cindy's clothing inside. A second later he snapped a padlock shut through the hasp, grinning again as he turned back to Cindy.
"Now I know you're gonna stay put, Missy. You just think on how good of George's pecker's gonna feel in your pussy, an' 'fore you know it the real thing will be pushin' between your legs."
Cindy stared in horror as the janitor left. She heard the elevator operating, and ran to the locker, tugging on the door. But it was no use; the lock was a good one, would not budge.
What was she going to do? She couldn't stay here naked – what if someone came? Oh God, she was going to lose her job over this, she knew it! She could kiss goodbye her daydreams of making it with her handsome young boss. When Larry found out what George was planning… Larry! He could help her, he would help her, once Cindy explained how George had tried to rape her, had stolen her clothes. All she had to do was call him!
She hurried to the desk, dialed the three digits of her boss' extension. It rang three times; why wasn't Larry picking up? He must know that she was away from her desk, other wise she would have answered herself by now. Four rings – five – eight! Oh, God! He wasn't there!
Closing her eyes and uttering a silent prayer, Cindy let the phone ring two more times, and then another two, before she reluctantly hung up. She sagged against the edge of the desk, wiping her mouth as her eyes moved around the clutter of junk George had accumulated and moved past an open tool box.
Tools! There must be something that would break the lock, let her get her clothes.
Excited again, she knelt to take the tray out of the box, rummaging through the assortment of junk. She didn't really know what she was looking for – came back to a long-barreled screwdriver. It was thick, it might be heavy enough to break the lock.
Fear sweat running down her body, through the crack of her ass and between the mounds of her tits, Cindy hurried to the locker, pushed the screwdriver through the hasp. Then she began to twist…
"George? Where the fuck are you?"
Someone was coming! Cindy let go the screwdriver, turning around to look for someplace to hide. But there was nothing, not even a chair to get behind, the sofa shoved against the concrete wall. She could hear the man coming, he was almost here… "Goddamn it, George, I ain't got all fuckin' day! You gonna take this shit offa my hands."
He rounded the corner and stopped dead as he saw the naked girl Cindy's hands went to her crotch, her arms trying futilely to cover her breasts as she stared at the truck driver. He was in his mid-thirties, a stocky man with a bristling red mustache that almost completely concealed his upper lip. His eyes lit up as he took in Cindy's complete nudity, and he grinned.
"Well, hello! George got a new special service for the buildin', honey? How long you been here?"
"Please!" she said. "Help me – George is trying to rape me! He stole my clothes!"
"Is that a fact?" He laughed. "I never thought the old bastard had it in him. Sure, I'll help you, honey – let's see now, I guess I better give you my shirt to cover up with."
He was coming toward her as he unbuttoned his shirt, tugging the tails out of his trousers. He wore no undershirt, his pectorals swelling heavily over the bulge of his paunch. His belly and chest seemed strangely pale against the color of his lower arms and his neck, and a heavy patch of fur covered his chest.
"Here, you put this on…"
Cindy reached for the shirt – and he grabbed her wrist, spinning her around as the shirt fell to the floor. Suddenly she was in his arms, that terrible hairy chest rubbing against her breasts, his mouth covering hers. The mustache filled her nostrils, scratching and tickling.
"No! Let me go…" His lips smothered her cry as he pushed her back toward the sofa. Cindy could feel his cock stiffening in his pants as he ground his groin against her naked cunt. He was strong, too strong for her to resist… "Ohhhhhhhh!" He broke the kiss as she bit down against his stagging tongue.
"Bitch!"
His hand cracked against her jaw, bringing stars to Cindy's eyes. She cried out in pain, staggering back – and sat down as her legs hit the sofa.
"Goddamn cunt, who the fuck you think you're bitchin'?"
He was ready to swing at her again. Cindy held up her hands to fend him off – and then he captured her wrists, twisting her arms back on themselves.
"You want to lose those pretty teeth, bitch?"
"No!" She shook her head. "Please-s…"
"Open my pants! Let's see how good a job you do takin' out my pecker."
He held to her a moment longer as Cindy shuddered; then he released her when there were no further signs of right. The girl's hands dropped to her knees as he moved closer, until his legs were pressing against hers, trapping her on the sofa.
"Open my pants, cunt!"
Sobbing, she moved her fingers to his belt, working the strap awkwardly as she pulled it through the buckle, then tugged to make the little tongue come out of the hole. His hairy belly sagged over the waistband of the trousers, the elastic of bright-colored boxer shorts showing above it.
Cindy caught the button holding the top of the fly together and worked it free, then swallowed as she caught the tab of the zipper. All thoughts of pleasurable fucking were gone as she worked the thing down, the trousers peeling apart against the pressure of the man's gut. The driver reached out to grab her shoulders in both hands, then kicked off his shoes, leaning against her.
"Okay, pull 'em down."
Cindy clenched her knees together as she bent forward to do as the man demanded. He lifted a foot for her to tug off the pants, and then the other, the girl conscious of his swelling cock pushing against the front of his shorts. When she straightened again she could see its dark color through the gap in the fly.
"Okay, it's Christmas – open your present!"
His hands went to his hips as the girl reached reluctantly for the shorts, began to pull them down. More of the belly came into view, the cock bending down as it followed, the pulling of the fabric. Now his thick pubic patch was in full view, much heavier than the fur on the rest of his body. The curling strands seemed long enough to comb out.
"C'mon, cunt – I ain't got all fuckin' afternoon!"
Cindy tugged at the legs of the shorts, and the swelling cock pulled sharply down between his thighs for a second. Then it slammed up to hit his belly, quivering, as she pulled the shorts down to his knees and then to his ankles. God, it was fascinating! She couldn't take her eyes from it even as he lifted his feet again for her to finish the job of making him naked, leaving only his socks and the watch on his wrist, and a small gold wedding band on his finger.
"Like it?" he asked proudly.
It was not as thick as George's, not as long as Zeke's. The swollen cock flesh seemed to glow with a shine of its own as the fevered blood pounded through it. There was a definite upward bend, almost a sharp curve, leaving more than room enough for her fingers to curl around it while the cockhead pressed tight against his quivering gut.
"Go on, hold it. Look it over good."
Hypnotized by the sexual fever burning through her body again, Cindy reached out to touch the prick. It was hot – hotter than George's prick had seemed; but the janitor's cock had been cooled by the juices of her mouth. The trucker was dry, and so erect that he was aching.
"Suck it!"
No! No, she couldn't – she wouldn't!
But she did want it!
"C'mon!" he said impatiently, humping forward. "Stop foolin' around – take it! Suck!"
Cindy tugged the cock away from his belly, pulling down on it until she could looks straight into the opening. It seemed big enough to take her little finger, and without realizing what she was doing her hand moved to test it, the fingertip pushing dawn on the yielding opening and feeling something wet well up.
"Hey! Jesus, what the fuck you think you're doin'? Damn, girl – suck it, don't play with it!"
Her throat was dry but working as Cindy leaned forward a little more, until her lips were close enough to feel the heat of the prick. It was much darker than the other two she had seen today, the head almost a plum-color. Her fingers gripped the shaft of the cock just beneath the rim of the glans, which seemed to swell impossibly large over her hand. Cindy could feel the beating of his heart through the great vein in the bottom of the shaft.
"Suck! Suck, Goddamn you!"
His hands caught her head, forcing her down against the cockhead. It banged against her lips, up against her nose, the male odor suddenly much stronger. Cindy tried to twist away, holding to the prick with both hands, even as she tried to resist taking it into her mouth. It slid across her cheek, and then he forced her head back until it was against her lips again.
"Open them fuckin' teeth, or you lose them!"
She knew he meant the warning, and let her jaw open, her lips pursed just enough to accept the swollen cockhead inside. The truck driver sighed as he felt the wetness of Cindy's tongue touching him for the first time, his fingers digging into her scalp.
"Oh, Jesus! Yeah, take it, cunt-suck!"
Cindy swallowed, and suddenly the whole cock was in her mouth, the driver's belly twitching as he tried to fuck into her. The curve of the cock was even more pronounced now that she was looking straight, over the top of it; the prickhead banged against the top of her mouth as though it would rip up through her brains. Her fingers moved along the hot, throbbing cock, tracing the veins, stroking the curve; then she caught his heavy balls, lifting them first in one hand and then in bath, marveling at the size of the testicles. He sighed again.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! That's nice, baby – niiiice!"
Cindy moved against the shaft now, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. It wasn't much, the curve of the shaft stopping her from accepting more than a couple of inches. The shaft pushed down against her tongue while the cockhead pushed up, leaving a hollow feeling at the opening to her throat.
"Oh, yeah! Yeahhhhh! Suck!"
His ass twitched, his gut jumped; he tried to move closer to the girl, tried to drill into her, but the shape of his organ doomed the effort to failure. Cindy choked on the thrusting mushroom-head, yanked her head back so quickly that he was unable to prevent her escape.
"Goddamn you! I'll tell you when you can stop suckin', bitch!"
"Please!" She rubbed her throat, massaging away the ache with her fingertips, shaking off his pulling fingers. "Please, I can't – you're hurting me!"
"Tough shit! Suck my cock-suck it right!"
"No, please – you – you can fuck me!"
"Fuckin'-a-right I can fuck you! Any Goddamn time I want! But right now I like the way your lips feel around my cock, so you better start suckin' again – or George won't find much worth fuckin' when he gets back!"
"No, please! Please – fuck me now! I'll do whatever you want after that, honest I will! Just-just put it in me now!"
"Yeah? Anything I want, huh?"
He grinned, a wild fire burning in his eyes. Cindy wondered what he was planning, but it was better by far to take him in the cunt than to try sucking any more on that torturous cock. George's prick had fitted easily into her mouth, but the harder he was getting, the worse the curve in his prick became.
"Please!"
"Okay, honey – you got a deal! Stretch out an' get ready for the thrill of a lifetime!"
Nearly frightened out of her wits, Cindy lay back on the sofa in the same position she had occupied while George was on top of her. Maybe this guy would suck her cunt!
No. He had only one thing in mind: bringing as much pleasure to his own sexual senses as he possibly could. Cindy knew instinctively that she was only a piece of furniture to him, her own needs and desires not even thought of, much less worth considering.
"You like it, don't you, honey?"
He was on his knees between her legs, the cockhead slick with her saliva as it rubbed against his belly again. Cindy stared at it, wondering what had ever driven her to think that fucking would be something pleasurable. God! She was a prisoner, this was rape, even if he wasn't holding her down. Please, God, help me!
God wasn't listening; the driver put his hands down beside her arms, lowering himself into position, Cindy closing her eyes so she would not have to look into that face. His belly touched hers, his weight dropping heavily to crush her tits – God, he weighed far more than George! He was crushing her… His lips moved across her mouth, slobbering, his tongue stabbing wildly as his hands caught her head, forcing Cindy to lay still. His thumbs pushed through her hair, traced circles through her ears as his mustache scratched and scraped across her upper lip. His tongue moved through her teeth, Cindy fighting the impulse to bite down on him again. She tasted stale cigar, his breath fetid as it blew across her nostrils. God, if he didn't stop, didn't let her up, she was going to be sick!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
He did break then, and she sighed in relief as her attention moved to his heavy prick. It was tight between her thighs now, the head pushing against the cushions of the sofa; she could feel her own wetness on him as his belly pushed heavily down against hers.
"Please!" she begged. "You're hurting me, you're too heavy!"
"Yeah?" He grinned, but raised the burden of his weight. "Too much of a man for ya, huh?"
That was better, although his hairy chest still scraped as it rubbed across her tits. Now he ground his groin against her, the head of his cock stabbing up against her cunt, riding up across the mound.
"Slit!" He looked down, beneath his belly.
"Open your legs, damn it – raise your ass! Yeah, get it up in the air so I can get at you."
He couldn't fuck her without her cooperation. Cindy thought for a second of resisting. Then she remembered how he could hurt her, her jaw still hurting where his fist had cracked. How terrible could it be, even with such a crooked cock as his? Surrender, Cindy – get it over with! You've been wanting cock, take his; at least there'll be no more questions, you'll know what it's like.
Take him!
Her ass was responding of its own accord, moving to her unconscious desires. Her knees spread apart, her legs drawing back as her feet moved against his calves, moved up to curl over the back of his legs. Cindy hollowed her stomach, the burning itch in her cunt again; she had forgotten the desire for a few moments, but now it was back in full force. She did want it! She had to have it!
"Yeah, that's the way!" He grunted as he brought his cockhead up to the outer lips of her cunt, Cindy gasping as the thing began to push in… "Please! Be careful! I've never had one!"
"What?" He stopped, staring in disbelief into her eyes. "You tryin' to tell me you're cherry?"
"Yes!"
"You was gonna let George pop you?"
"I told you, he forced me – he was going to rape me! Please, be careful!"
Grinning as though he still did not believe her, the trucker reached, down to adjust his prick against the opening of the slit, rubbing his cockhead with the juices seeping from Cindy's cunt.
"Shit, you sure do want it!"
"Yes! Yes – do it! Please, hurry!"
Her arms wrapped tight around him now, her legs rubbing passionately against his. Cindy felt herself coming into a frenzy of burning emotions.
"Please!" she cried again. "Do it – fuck! Fuck me!"
The great cock was pushing into her soft flesh, Cindy forcing her ass up against his descending groin, willing it to come farther, to come faster. He moved steadily, the cockhead pushing through cuntal walls that until now had known only her own fingers, and today George's tongue. The pressure continued, his cockhead completely within the outer walls now, his throbbing prick beating in time with her own maddeningly racing heart.
"Ohhhhhhh, yes! Yes, do it to me! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Yeah, honey! I am gonna fuck you!"
Each gasped-out word came as he thrust against her, pushing the wide shaft of his cock deeper and deeper until suddenly he came up against the barrier, could go no farther with the simple small movements. He relaxed, gathering his breath.
"Why did you stop?" she asked. "Damn you, don't stop now – do it! Fuck me!"
"Yeah, sure. Hold on, honey!"
He drew back, Cindy gasping as the bottom of the cockhead rubbed against her cuntal passage – and stopped while the outer muscles of her pussy squeezed down with all their force, trying to prevent the escape of the burning meat. Cindy held her breath, knowing that he was about to tear her maidenhead – and he slammed down.
"Owwwwwwww! Jesus Jesus God help me! Help meeeeee! Ohhhhhhh, don't!"
She beat against him with her fists, but he was all the way in now, the terrible pain fading away almost as soon as it struck. Cindy sobbed as he thrust his cock, working it inside her cunt; he was all the way in now, his balls hanging down against the crack of her ass.
"Please! Please, don't! It hurts!"
But her moaning was already a falsehood: the hurt was gone, leaving only a delicious sensation as the great male instrument began to move within her, began to slide, deeper and deeper, drilling its way into her body.
"Oh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhh, God! Oh, please… please, yes! Yes! Do it, do it, do it! Fuck – meeeeee!"