"You'll get it, baby, and more," he promised. His cock inched upward until the bulbous knob touched her well-oiled cunt lips.
She almost went berserk with lust then. The nearness of his cock, the promise of the fucking drove her insane with need. She had to have him inside her, fucking her, making her into a complete woman.
"Fuck meeeeee!"
She shrieked as his prick plunged between her cunt lips and surged into her tight pussy. The walls of her cunt couldn't get out of the way of that battering ram of prick fast enough. She felt as if her guts were being ripped and torn by the forceful entry.
The blonde woman cried and sobbed and tried to lift her legs, to get on either side of the man's body. She failed. Her skirt effectively bound her legs together. He bent her backwards even more as he rammed deeper into her captive cunt.
Caroline sobbed and then sighed with relief as her resilient inner membranes stretched to take his ponderous cock.
"You're so big and swollen inside me!" she gasped. "But I need you moving. Fuck me! Fuck my cunt until I can't stand it any more!"
"You'll love every inch of my pecker," he promised her. "And when you've had enough, I'm going to keep on fucking. You're going to get more than you can handle."
She didn't like the idea of trading her body for a good job, but if she had to, she wanted that cock-sucking son of a bitch to give her the best fucking possible.
"More," she begged loudly, "give me more! Lots more cock!"
He grabbed her slender wrists and forced them behind her. He held them tightly and shoved her down until her back was almost a circular arch. He drove his cock mercilessly into her lewdly exposed cunt. He fucked with long, powerful strokes that lit the fires of passion in the young girl's belly.
Every light touch of his cock-head against her trembling pussy walls pushed her arousal up another notch. When she started tensing and relaxing her pussy walls around his cock, she got the first real reaction from Bryon. He gasped and began to dance and jerk around in the hot, erotically tight sheath of her cunt.
"Want more, big boy?" she whispered hotly. "I'm the one who can give it to you!"
She tried grinding her snatch down into his crotch. That didn't work too well since he held her so firmly in place. But she tried and the effort was successful enough to make him groan out loud.
She felt the progress of his jisin all the way up his long cock. The shaft swelled up as soon as the jism passed that spot. When it erupted into her hollow, drooling cunt, the young girl was ready for it. The hot spurts of his creamy load filled her to overflowing. All the while he was fucking her, his prick fountained out his manseed.
By the time he went limp in her hot cunt, she was panting and desiring more. But it wouldn't happen. The blonde woman had already exhausted his cock and she hadn't gotten off.
Caroline had reached the point where just a little stroking or sucking on her clit would do it, but she didn't think Bryon was the type to engage in such things. He would openly sneer at eating her out after he had already spent in her pussy. Bryon would think there was something unmanly about eating a cunt filled with his own come.
Maybe he was right. Caroline didn't know. All she cared about was the tenseness in her loins. She had to get off. She was screaming with unrelieved sexual need.
"Frig me!" she begged. "Finger my clit and get me off! Please!"
"You're out of your mind, you stupid bitch," said Bryon, sneering at her. "You've got the job. Show up for work tomorrow at five. And don't be late. I hate that."
Caroline knew she was dismissed then. Slowly dressing, she felt her hatred for the station manager building by leaps and bounds. She'd let him fuck her thinking she'd get off on it and rob him of some of his revenge on her. But even in this she'd been wrong. He had fucked her, he'd gotten off, and he'd left her feeling hornier than ever. She was about to explode inside when she left the man's office and went to find Peter.
CHAPTER SIX
Caroline couldn't get into the spirit of the celebration. It wasn't often. Peter fixed dinner for her. He was a good cook and she enjoyed any meal she didn't have to fix. But the festivities were dulled by her nagging dread of actually going to work for the television station as a weathergirl. The job was fine; it was Dwight Bryon that she dreaded facing.
The man thought she was a cockteaser. He thought she had let him fuck her so she could get the job. And in a way he was right. She had been turned on by him that first day. She'd wanted to suck his cock. She'd loved it when he'd fucked her up the ass. But later, with Peter waiting outside the office, she hadn't wanted Bryon to tie her up and fuck her the way he had. And even after the second audition, she had been possessed of mixed feelings about putting out for the man.
She wanted to get even with him for what he'd done to her. She wanted to enjoy the fucking and get back in the only way she could. Most of all the blonde woman wanted the job. For that, Caroline would have done anything. She'd have even fucked a dog.
But Dwight Bryon had gotten off after fucking her on the desk and she hadn't. That worried the young girl more than anything else.
Now she was twitching on the chair, poking at the food Peter had fixed and trying to look happy.
Caroline failed.
"What's wrong, honey?" Peter asked. He stared at her with an open honesty she found embarrassing. How could she possibly tell him how she'd gotten the job as weathergirl? Could she just up and tell her boyfriend that she'd let the station manager fuck her – many times – in return for a job?
No, it wasn't in her. She couldn't bring herself to say the words.
"I'm upset, Peter. Over the job. I've never had a regular job before. And this one's on the air, in front of thousands of people. This is live television."
"You'll do great. You're beautiful, you've got personality, and Bryon loved you."
"He did," she said, irony flooding her tone.
"Relax. Enjoy. Celebrate!" the man cried. "Have some more wine."
Caroline had more than enough wine by the end of the meal. She'd finished one entire bottle by herself and had done in almost half of another, with Peter. She was almost drunk by the time her boyfriend put on soft music on the stereo, dimmed the lights and got ready for the rest of the celebration.
Caroline didn't know if she wanted to fuck or not. The raging hunger remained inside her from earlier that day when Bryon had left her dangling on the brink of orgasm, but just being with Peter was a strain. She felt she had guilt written all over her. But the wine soon erased any such feelings – the wine and the movement of his hands over her lush body. He began playing her like a fine musical instrument, pushing her passions upward, then allowing her to cool off before doing it again.
But Caroline wasn't able to cope with this. She pushed away from Peter. "Let me go to the bathroom, Peter. Please. I'll just be a minute."
Surprisingly her boyfriend didn't object. In fact, he seemed happy for her to leave. Caroline left and stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes, wondering what was happening to her. She wasn't even enjoying the prospect of a good fuck with her boyfriend. She was really screwed up in the head over the job. But she wanted it. She needed it for both the money and exposure it would give her. It was her big chance. And even if she had to fuck Bryon on the side to keep it, she'd do it. She had to for her own self-esteem. Sighing, she decided she'd better go back into the living room and face Peter. Caroline wasn't especially in the mood for screwing right now, but the man expected it.
The instant she entered the front room, she was attacked. Strong arms curled around her legs and unceremoniously dumped her to the floor. Struggling, she rolled over. Caroline even noticed a strong oily smell.