She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He couldn't escape her now! This action pulled the purpled knob at the end of his cock hard into her sopping wet cunt. It sank in just an inch, but it felt as if a burning hot poker had been jabbed into her soft, vulnerable cunt flesh.
"God, Dwight, I need this soooo!"
"And I need you!" he told her. He reached under her body and cupped the smoothly curving moons of her asscheeks in each hand. Lifting, he was in a better position to drive his throbbing prick all the way into her lewdly splayed, blonde-furred cunt.
He sank all the way to the hilt in her seething morass of wet pussy. He felt his balls wetly slapping against her upturned ass. He squeezed down hard on her asscheeks and twisted her from side to side. It took all his iron control to keep from coming. He was totally surrounded by wanton female flesh. The hot sheath of her cunt gripped and pulled and squeezed right back at him as he moved slowly inside her.
Caroline gasped in the throes of ecstasy.
This was what she had been needing after being on the air and giving the weather forecast. She hated herself for the way she responded so powerfully to Bryon, but her body was in full control now. She needed him. The blonde woman needed him badly.
Her tender cunt walls struggled to expand to take the huge girth of his prick. For a moment, she was positive he'd rip her apart, then she felt her pussy expanding to accommodate the pulsating wand of hard cockflesh inside her cunt.
She demanded more. "Fuck harder! Deeper! I want to feel every Goddamn inch of your pecker fucking meeeee!"
"Not so loud," he panted. "The damned, nosy secretary'll have the owner down on our asses if you keep shouting like that. This is a television station, Caroline!"
"I can't help shouting. What else should I do with such a huge cock shoved all the way up my cunt? I want to feel it fucking my pussy. Give it to me till I beg for you to stop – and then fuck me even harder!"
She glowed white hot inside. She could sense the man's prick twitching and dancing around in the tight berth she gave it with her cunt. The girl began tensing and relaxing her muscles to give that hidden cock a massaging he wouldn't soon forget.
"Ummmmm, shit!" he moaned. And then his hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking. She felt his cock slip backwards, struggling against the pressure she exerted with her cunt walls. The friction of that retreat started tiny fires of desire all along the slippery fuck tunnel. Her love oils finally betrayed her and he slid out until only the thick, bulbous head of his prick remained inside her pussy lips.
Then he slammed back in as hard as he could. Their crotches mashed together. She felt his fingers urging her to movement. She ground her blonde bush into his and her entire world shattered. Her tiny clit had poked up out of its sheath of protective flesh. It received a full dose of his cock moving against it.
She thought someone had driven a telephone pole up her cunt.
She came hard. Very hard. She struggled and writhed and moaned and clawed at him. But she came and came and came. His prick moved slowly inside her, and this fanned the flames of her passion even more. His prick picked up speed and was soon fucking her as hard and deep as she could have wanted.
Her voice caught in her throat. Only trapped animal noises escaped. But it was all right. She couldn't have asked for a better fucking. She felt his hot prick digging deeper into her seething pussy. Her entire cunt convulsed with the power of her repeated orgasms.
And then his hips went crazy. He fucked without any rhythm or finesse. She felt his cock expanding inside the tight tunnel of her cunt. His come wasn't far behind.
"Gotta fuck you, just gotta!" he cried out.
And then the white hot surge of his come hit her tender cunt walls. The feel of that liquid rush set her off again. Caroline soared on the hot winds of orgasm while her boss whitewashed her pussy walls with his jism.
It seemed to be over too soon. In spite of her unbridled enjoyment, she wanted more. Her pussy demanded it. She raised her head and peered down to see Dwight's prick limply fall from her tight cunt. A tiny flood of pussy juice and his jizz leaked out behind it. The sight made her sure she had to have more of his hard prick.
But Dwight Bryon was done with her. He'd, gotten his rocks off and couldn't have cared less about her. Again Caroline Saunders felt used, humiliated. Why did she respond in such a horrible way with the station manager? He turned her on, then made her feel like homemade shit.
It wasn't fair! And Caroline hated herself as she silently dressed and left his cold, forboding office.
CHAPTER NINE
"Caroline, honey, what's wrong?" asked Peter as she came in the front door. "You look like you've been pulled through a knothole backwards. Or worse." Even as the man said the words, he realized what the "or worse" might have been. "You've been raped!"
"Please, Peter, I don't want to talk about it." The young blonde girl tried to pull away from her boyfriend's strong grip. She failed. Then Caroline turned and buried her tearstained face in the man's shoulder. She felt terrible for what she'd done with Bryon, for what Bryon had done to her.
"That's all right. Just take it easy," he soothed, his hands stroking over her lustrous blonde hair. "When you want to talk about it, we'll talk."
She felt his body tensing, his mind working out what he would do to whomever had raped her. There was no doubt in the sexy woman's mind that Peter would kill Dwight Bryon when he found put. What was worst of all, Caroline wasn't sure if she wanted that or not. She hated the station manager – and yet she got turned on in a perverse way just thinking about all he'd done to her. Peter was kind, gentle, loving. He never roughed her up the way Bryon did. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe she needed that kind of treatment.
Caroline was too confused to know what she really wanted, what she needed.
"Later, Peter, please. I… oh, shit!"
He held her close, then picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he softly laid her on the bed.
"I'll start a nice, hot shower for you, then I'll split for a while and let you be alone. Everything's going to be all right. I'll make it all right. Wait and see."
Caroline nodded dully, then began stripping off her clothes. She felt sullied, dirty all over. She wanted to burn her clothes as a reminder of what had happened while she'd worn them. Caroline heard Peter finish starting the shower and pulled her bathrobe around her.
Caroline padded on bare feet back to the translucent-glassed shower stall. She stood directly under the shower head as the hot water hammered down on her tender young body.
The young blonde turned at a slight noise out in the bathroom. But she thought nothing of it. She was uneasy, on edge, upset. She was jumping at the smallest of noises.
But Caroline wasn't expecting the door of the shower stall to open suddenly and a strong, masculine hand to swing out to land a swat on her wet, jutting ass.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Wh-who is that? It… Peter!"
"Hi, Caroline," said the man as he closed the door behind him. They were both tightly fitted into the shower stall now. She squealed and tried to face him. The red outline of her boyfriend's handprint on her bottom gleamed in the dim light of the shower and stung like a million fire ants had camped in her ass.
"You can't!" she cried. "Please, Peter, leave me alone."
"Why not both of us together? We both need a shower. And doesn't this save water? Besides, this is the best way for me to help you through your problems right now."
"But, Peter, I want to be by myself."
"True," he said. "But I decided that you shouldn't be alone, not just yet, anyway. You really should swing around and face me so I can properly kiss you."