"Damn, but you've got a hot twat, Caroline," he said. "I never thought even you could fuck like that. Do you want to make it the best two out of three?"
"Sure," Caroline said without hesitation. "If you think you can get that big fellow standing upright and ready to go again." She lightly brushed her fingers over Peter's sleeping cock.
Her boyfriend surprised her. He not only got his erection back in record time, but he managed to win the second round, fucking her in twelve different positions before he came. But she had her revenge. She made him come after only eighteen of his powerful strokes into the third and deciding game.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"So the outlook for the weekend weather is a lot better, better that is, if you like it hotter and wetter. The temperature will be reaching up there until the rain showers come and cool it off by late Saturday afternoon. Don't plan any picnics," said Caroline into the camera. She gave it her best smile, then added, "Stay tuned for the rest of tonight's news. Thank you for watching."
The red light on the camera winked out and she slumped down a little. The strain she felt was incredible – and so was the adrenaline rush. She was still trembling, even after a week as being weathergirl. The idea of so many people watching her live turned her on in a big way.
It even turned her on sexually. And Dwight Bryon knew it and took advantage of it.
The grey-haired station manager walked over and gestured to her. She knew what he wanted without asking. His crotch was filled with a long hard erection and he wanted to sink it into her cunt. Simple. And she hated it even while she needed it. He was the release she needed right now, but it was still sexual blackmail. If she ran home to Peter to get her rocks off, Bryon would fire her.
She entered his office and immediately told him, "Not tonight, Dwight. I want to go home. I'm tired."
"Sure you are. And you're hot and wet, too. I can tell."
"You sound like a Goddamn weather forecast," she said tiredly. "I just want to split. How about it?"
He stood up and ran the zipper down to let his hard prick spring out. Seeing that huge length told the weathergirl she was going to be in for another fucking, whether she liked it or not.
But she could try.
"I'm leaving Dwight, and to hell with you and that damned cock of yours!"
What the man did next surprised and shocked the young blonde girl. He dived and tackled her like some defensive football player intent on bringing down a running back.
They crashed to the floor, stunning both of them.
Dwight recovered first. "You ignorant slut! I'm going to discipline you for this. I'm going to show you that you can't get by with being a cock-teaser all your life without paying the consequences."
Caroline was too shaken up to protest. She'd always tried to play fair, even with Dwight Bryon. If a guy turned her on, she didn't play coy. She enjoyed fucking. But the young woman didn't flaunt her tits or wiggle her ass just to be mean. She did it to get laid.
But her boss' state was beyond logic or fact. To him, she was a cock-teaser and that was that.
He sat on a low stool and pulled the girl across his lap. She still fought hard, but in the upside-down position and with her slender wrists held in one of his meaty hands, she couldn't get any leverage. And her strength wasn't enough to break free of his powerful grip.
"Stop!" she demanded.
She felt the man's hands holding her even more firmly. There was no way in hell she could possibly escape now. She'd had her chance and blown it. The more she struggled, the more helpless she felt. Shuddering at the feel of his powerful hands running along the insides of her slender legs, Caroline knew she was going to be disciplined. Harshly. Without mercy.
Something made her cunt begin to drool. She didn't want any part of this. Yet, something inside her responded vigorously. The more she tried to deny it was happening to her, the more excited she became.
When Dwight Bryon ran his fingers down into her ass crack, she cried out in rage and indignation. When he grabbed her tight pussy mound and squeezed, she screamed in pain. It felt like a blow to her belly. She could hardly stand the agony inside her.
The agony was as much emotional as it was physical. The young woman was responding to his brutal overtures and she hated herself for it. The more the girl tried to deny she was getting hot, the worse it was. The itch deep in her cunt gnawed away at her self-control and her self-esteem. She wanted something long and hard and thick stuffed balls-deep all the way up her cunt.
His hard prick would do nicely.
But it would have to be on her terms. All through her short life she had been the one calling the shots. She was the one who decided whether or not she and her dates fucked. She couldn't give up and let this man control her like this. Caroline wanted his huge cock inside her, but Bryon had gone crazy.
Caroline fought harder and knew instantly that it was futile. He was simply too strong.
"You cocksucker. Let me go! What are you doing!"
She felt his hands caressing the firm flesh of her buttock. He stroked over the cool, rounded mounds of assflesh and then dipped down into the humid crease. His fingers wriggled against the thick slabs of her meaty ass and then plunged deeper, lightly brushing across her anus. The lightest touch sent lightning bolts of desire ripping through her tender young body.
"No! Don't do it!" she cried in fear.
She felt her breath coming faster as she lay across her boss' knees. The man's hard prick poked up into her chest, but Caroline was more concerned with her own responses. Her tits dangled down on the other side of his legs and seemed to fill with more and more blood. The excited pumping of her heart wouldn't slow down. She was aroused by his fondling of her perky ass. His fingers knowingly probed all the right spots and got her even hotter to fuck.
"You have to be punished," he said in a cold, harsh tone. Then he began spanking her with the open palm of his hand.
Caroline shrieked more in humiliation than in pain. She struggled again to get free and again found his grip on her struggling body too secure to break. His rain of blows fell on her naked ass and began to warm her flesh. The criss-cross pattern left by his fingers soon disappeared as he spanked her harder and faster. Soon the red hatch pattern vanished as her entire ass turned a rosy pink from the spanking.
The effect it had on her tight pussy startled the young blonde immensely. She could hardly control her rampaging emotions. She didn't know why she should get so turned on by the spanking. But she was. Caroline felt her tight pussy begin to tingle and twitch deep inside. It was beginning to convulse as if in expectation of a hard cock fucking it.
The young woman sobbed and went limp. His upper legs cut into her soft body and the spanking he gave her was even more potent as a result. She wasn't cushioning his blows any more with her tensed body. Her ass received the full benefit of the spanking.
"There, that's more like it," he said. "You should be punished for trying to escape!"
She made another break for freedom. Rolling away, Caroline fell heavily to the floor. But it was still useless. He was on her in a flash. He straddled her and pinned her down with his weight.
"You dumb cunt! This time I'll really spank you."
She screamed as his belt cut into her already tender ass. He used his broad leather strap on her as if it were a whip. She cried and then moaned, whether from pain or joy she couldn't tell. She was too confused.
The discipline, a man stronger and more dominant than she was, took its toll of her will. She didn't want to fight her boss off. Not as much as she had before. He was in command and something inside told her to give up and let him have his way. She was chained and she couldn't deny she was turned on by the idea of fucking her boss.