The girl was sure Dwight would rip her apart. It no longer mattered to her. All she cared about was the warm rush of climax throughout her body. It hit her again, a wet fist of desire that seized her completely.
Shivering, shaking as if caught up in a fit, Caroline finally collapsed forward and away from the man's cock. As his hard prick wetly slipped from her asshole, she thought the vacuum formed in her guts would suck all her innards out with it.
"When I say I want to fuck you, I'll do it. And you'll go along with it or you can find another frigging job. Is that clear?" the station managed panted out.
It was clear to Caroline. And she wasn't sure how she was ever going to live with the shame of it. She both loved and hated Dwight Bryon for what he did to her. That was the hardest part of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Caroline continually made mistakes throughout her Monday evening weather forecast. She couldn't help it. All weekend long she had been thinking about the way Bryon had caught and spanked and buttfucked her after the Friday weather. The blonde woman was frightened of him – and of her own illicit desires.
She was turned on by the man's ways and she hated herself for it. She had been terrible to Peter on Sunday, angry and aloof, sarcastic and hateful. And the blue-eyed girl couldn't help herself. She was too upset over the wantonness inside her.
The station manager thought she was this way because she used sex to get whatever she wanted and had finally found a man able to dominate her. Caroline wasn't that way at all. She loved fucking. It wasn't a weapon or a tool with her. It was fun. Especially with Peter. But Dwight Bryon had introduced a new element into sex that she couldn't cope with.
If she didn't let the man fuck her, she'd get fired. Caroline knew she was doing a rotten job as a weathergirl. The fear hadn't gone away and she was already starting her second week. If only she didn't have the constant threat of Bryon's cock over her. She thought she could concentrate her full attention on the weather then. And Caroline knew she'd be good, great!
It wasn't possible thinking about her job when all she could think of on the air was the way Bryon would fuck her afterwards. The man seemed insatiable for her tender body. He fucked like there was no tomorrow. And after work she warned nothing more than to sit in a hot tub and try to relax and forget.
Peter couldn't understand her reasons for turning him down constantly now.
The job was wrecking her personal life and making her uptight and nervous. She didn't know how much longer she could go on this way, no matter how much she needed the job and the money it gave to her.
"Have a nice tomorrow," she finished up.
The cameraman signaled that she was off the air. And Dwight Bryon was on. He came striding up to her and grabbed her arm before she could turn away.
"My office. Now," he said.
Caroline reluctantly obeyed, following him into the dreary office.
Dwight shucked off his coat and pulled down his zipper. His prick leaped out, red and firm. She couldn't help herself. The girl dropped to her knees, brushed back a strand of blonde hair and then dived down to take that succulent prick into her mouth.
"Umm, God, you sure don't give head like any woman I ever had."
"How many have you had, Dwight?" she asked, her blue eyes flashing. She just wanted to get out of here, nothing more. Maybe she could keep him talking and escape that way it was a faint chance, but she had to take it.
"Suck, damn you, do it! Give me the blowjob. I'm going to explode if you don't. That weather forecast dragged on and seeing you got me hot. And then the – ummmm!"
"Don't talk dirty," she said, smiling wickedly around the thick plug of his prick in her mouth. The words sent tremors of delight blasting into her loins. She loved it when he said all those forbidden words. They did something to her; she didn't know what, but they made her feel hotter than a blow torch.
Caroline applied herself to giving her boss the best head possible. Her tongue raced around the thick tip of his hard prick until she was literally drooling. She sucked harder now, her cheeks straining. The man began hopping from foot to foot, the sensation of stark pleasure ripping into his cock and balls.
She redoubled her oral efforts. Bobbing her head up and down, the blonde woman began fucking her face. Her lips caressed the sides of his prick as she moved. When Caroline's nose burrowed into the man's thick pubic patch, she wanted to sneeze. Breathing heavily made her delicate nostrils flare – and the hot breeze around his balls made the man even hornier.
She felt his prick grow even larger. She cradled it with her tongue, marveling at the size of his hard-on. Her lips strained to hold all that manmeat in her mouth. But she did. The blue-eyed girl had to get more of his cock. She just had to.
Her fingers reached out and found the hairy bag holding his balls. She lightly caressed them, fondling them and playing with them until the jism locked inside came to a boil. The way his prick jerked and bucked in the tight confines of her mouth, told her how hot he actually was.
Dwight reached down and gripped behind the blonde woman's head. He pulled her face directly into his crotch. Caroline gasped, feeling the blunt tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard and then his prick raced past her tonsils.
His steely hard prick was lodged firmly in her throat. Caroline almost panicked. All her air was cut off by the cock. But then she began to respond to the erotic potential of the situation.
Here was a man's prick buried all the way down her throat. She should relax, she should enjoy. And that's exactly what she did.
The blue-eyed girl's tongue slowly moved across the base of the huge prick. But the most stimulation she gave was deep in her throat. She swallowed and her mouth bobbed up and down on the most sensitive portion of his fuck stick.
"Shit baby, you do that better'n any other chick I ever found!"
Caroline didn't bother answering with words. She gave Dwight Bryon the blowjob of his life.
Caroline had to pull back, gasping for air. But as the cock left her mouth, she tensed her jaws and raked the sides with her teeth. He groaned. She immediately sucked it back in and soothed the ugly red weals with her soft lips and darting, teasing tongue.
The use of her teeth against his cock had pulled even more blood into his already ironhard prick. Now he was impossibly erect. Every single beat of his heart caused his prick to jerk wildly. And she toyed with the purple crown using the tip of her tongue in the most delightful manner possible.
"I… I'm going to explode. Lemme come in your mouth, Caroline."
She shook her head, blonde hair falling across her face. Caroline didn't mind the taste of jism – in fact, she loved it. But not now. Her hungry pussy was complaining about how she was neglecting it. While the meaty, musky taste of his prick was nice, her pussy demanded to be fed, also.
Caroline tossed her head and pulled away, leaving Dwight's cock bobbing freely in the cold air. Her saliva ran down the sides of his prick and almost attracted her enough to continue sucking on it.
Almost.
He reached for her, but she managed to elude him. The blue-eyed girl stood, her hands working frantically at the ties on her dress. She managed to get it half off so that it hung down around her waist. Caroline wasn't wearing a bra. She hated undergarments. They always got in the way.
"Jesus, you're half naked."
"Yeah, isn't it a shame? Why don't you get me totally naked?" She moved closer to him so he could help her get the rest of her dress off. His hands fumbled as much as hers in their haste, but he finally succeeded where she had failed. She kicked free of the dress, completely naked now.
"Your panties," Dwight said wonderingly, "you're not wearing any!"
"What's wrong? Don't you like that?"