Craig wasn't that good looking but he proved that he knew how to use his big cock. Perhaps she was turned on, but there was something about his cock that really felt wonderful. She had never felt anything like the big cock that slid deep into her tender cunt.
"You're so deep, Craig," she groaned. "I've never felt a cock so good!"
"Yeah, baby," Craig said. "This is how I get you bitches to beg me. I only have to give you a taste of that big hot cock. That's all I have to do. How about it, baby? You going to beg me to fuck you hard? You going to tell me how much you love it?"
She didn't want to give him that kind of satisfaction, but there was something really wonderful about his big cock. She felt herself shivering with desire at his slightest movement. She could feel his fat cockhead rubbing against her clitty.
"Beg me, cunt," he said. "Tell me how much you love fucking. Tell me, bitch!"
"I love it," she screamed finally. "I love your big dick. Fuck me with it, baby. Fuck me good with it. Fuck my big ass off!"
"That's the way I want you to act, baby. Shake your ass. Fuck my dick with your big pussy!"
Craig started ramming his huge cock into her pussy hole. He rammed her as hard as he could. She could feel the slap of his huge balls shaking her body each time he fucked her. His quick strokes made her feel as she'd never felt before. It was like being fucked with a battering ram.
"It feels so good," she moaned. "It feels so fucking good. Your fucking cock feels so fucking good!"
Craig put his hands underneath her. He lifted her asscheeks off the bed and it seemed to ease his cock even deeper into her pussy. It didn't seem possible, but she could feel his cock getting fatter. She knew he was soon going to shoot his fiery jism into her cunt.
She let herself go.
"That's right, baby," Craig said. "Move that big ass. Shake it, lady. Move it, bitch! Move your ass!"
Her body couldn't seem to stop shaking. She was twisting all over the bed. His cock seemed to bruise her insides as he rammed her harder and harder.
"I'm almost there," she moaned. "Oh shit, I am there. Your hot dick is making me come! Oh shit, it feels good! It feels so fucking damn good!"
Her ass kept shaking as she felt the delicious pleasure spasms shaking her body. In that moment she was gad she had come to this party. She hadn't thought fucking could be so fine.
Craig kept giving her his big cock. He fucked her harder and faster and she could feel some of his sweet jism leaking inside her. She kept lifting up her ass, taking his prick as deep inside her cunt as she could.
"Shoot it in me," she whispered. "Shoot your hot cum in my pussy!"
"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "I'm getting there. I'm almost ready to shoot! Oh shit, here it comes. Here it comes, bitch! Feel it coming, cunt! feel it!" She felt it all right. She felt like her ass had been knocked off by the powerful shooting cum that exploded into her pussy. She kept squeezing her cunt walls together until she had squeezed every drop from his fat prick. She still kept rubbing her ass on the bed and her tits against his chest.
"Oh, thank you," she whispered. "It feels good. It feels so good!"
"You're a crazy bitch," he said.
Craig was getting up and getting dressed. She hated for him to leave. She spread her legs a little and rubbed her hand across her pussy mound.
Craig laughed. "Don't worry about it, baby. The party's just getting started. You're going to get all the fucking you want before this night is through!"
Rick cursed as the lights went off for the third time that evening. How the hell did they expect anyone to work with the power going off all the time? Rick knew that he was being unfair, and it was not really his firm that he was angry with it. Nor the power company.
He was simply upset about Caroline. He didn't know what was wrong with her lately. He knew he had been working his butt off and seeing little of her, but he thought she understood his problems. A few years of suffering and hard work could lead to years of respect and good money. Especially the good money.
He had thought that a weekend with her father would help her, but it had only seemed to make her worse.
The lights went out again.
"Damn it to hell," Rick said.
The lights flickered back on and Rick felt immediately guilty. He hadn't noticed that Lisa Sheppard had walked into the small law library. Lisa was a tall gorgeous-looking blond. The reason he felt guilty was that Lisa always looked so innocent. Rick knew that she was a big worker in her church, and she didn't like dirty jokes told around her.
She was probably the most lusted-after woman in the entire firm. And also the woman that most of the men were most afraid of.
"I'm sorry, Lisa," Rick said. "I didn't see you."
"That's all right," Lisa said. "I saw some men working on the power downstairs. They said this could last most of the night. They want it fixed before working hours. Speaking of working hours, you're out kind of late, aren't you?"
"I had some things that needed catching up on," Rick explained. "John's turning into a real slave driver."
There was something peculiar in Lisa's face for a moment, but it quickly vanished. Rick wondered why he had felt like she was acting sorry for him.
"Would you like some coffee, Rick?" she asked.
"Yeah," Rick answered. "I'd like that. Thank you."
Rick watched the beautiful movement of her tight-looking ass. He felt his prick getting a little stiffer. That was surprising because he hadn't been one of those men looking so hungrily at Lisa. But there was something nice looking about her this evening.
She brought the two cups of coffee back. He liked his black and she had known that. He sipped it slowly. The lights kept flicking on and off. Lisa sat down on the desk near him. She was wearing a short skirt that had slid up to the tops of her creamy thighs. The lights flicking on and off made her legs look even better. He felt his mouth getting dry.
"It is getting kind of late," Rick said. "I think I'll call it a night."
"You're not going home already?" she asked. "I thought you were supposed to work until the casework was finished."
"It's kind of hard to work with the lights going on and off."
Again that funny look came to Lisa's face. Rick wondered why she kept looking like that. He wondered if she was sick or something.
He finished off his coffee and started to get up.
"Don't leave yet," Lisa said. "It's lonely here. Let's talk a while."
Rick couldn't have refused a woman like Lisa a little conversation. He settled back in his chair. He could feel his palms getting sweaty and there was a lump in his throat.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Rick?" Lisa suddenly asked.
"Of course," Rick answered. "I think you're very pretty."
"You never act like it. Most of the other men look at me a lot. You never do."
"I'm a married man," he said.
"So are the rest of the men in the firm," Lisa said. "That fact doesn't stop them."