His cock went all the way down. Swallowing caused her throat to massage the underside of his prick. With his cock laying in the cradle formed by her tongue, she had almost complete domination over the man.
The power tasted almost as good as his cock!
"My balls are burning up. God, suck harder. Your mouth… Goddamn… your mouth is fantastic. Suck harder!"
Caroline had to let his cock slip back out of her throat. Air was a necessity for living. Her tongue whirled around and around his prick as it slowly left her mouth. Her lips soothed the feverish red skin of his prick where her pearly teeth tormented it.
The sexy young woman began twisting her head from side to side. This allowed her to add a little rotary motion to her cock-eating. When her nose burrowed into his bush, she knew she had taken him entirely into her mouth again. The man's stamina was incredible.
The pounding of his pulse in the big blue vein on the top of his cock gave her the clue about how to get him off. She began working her head back and forth, slowly at first, then with increased speed. Face-fucking herself, Caroline made certain not a single inch of skin all along his prick was missed by her tongue or lips or teeth.
She felt his cock begin to expand. Her heart began pounding loudly. She hadn't realized how turned on she'd become. The pulse in her throat was almost painful, and the sound of the blood rushing through her head drowned out everything else.
Her cunt had begun to flow with arousal. She was as turned on by this mouth love as the man was!
Caroline sucked harder. Her lips formed an "O" around his twitching prick. With her head sliding back and forth, she was face-fucking herself as hard as she could now.
Fingers laced through her blonde hair. A distant voice said, "I'll guide you. Just keep sucking!"
She sucked even harder than before. Her cheeks went hollow from the incredible vacuum she formed in her mouth. He started pushing her head up and down. His cock slowly expanded in her wet, sucking mouth. Her tongue was relentless in trying to further stimulate him. Nothing mattered to her except his cock coming in and out of her mouth.
The face-fucking set her heart to triphammering. Her own breath blasted hot and heavy into his bush like a hot wind on a cool day. He shivered and pulled her head down even harder into his crotch.
The lovely blonde felt the friction mounting between her lips and his cock. The sides of his prick were a bright red now. His huge, thick prick was salty with sweat and his male essence. The salty tang and musky aroma aroused her into a quiveringly eager cocksucker now.
She wanted cock. She wanted to eat it all.
His tiny drop of pre-come tasted bitter. Her tongue licked it away from the tip of his cock, and continued working all over his sensitive cockflesh. She felt his cock expand with sexual tension. His tempo of face-fucking picked up. His cock was almost flying back and forth now.
She knew the time had come. He was going to spew out his tasty come, and she wasn't going to miss a single drop.
"Take it," he gasped. "Take all my jism into your mouth. Swallow it, damn you, you're gonna swallow all my come!"
His fingers pulled hard at the back of her head, holding her in place. When the first spurt of come blasted into her mouth, she managed to smear it all over her tongue. Her tastebuds reveled in the erotic essence. She was intoxicated on the taste of his creamy jism.
She sucked harder and harder. She wanted all his come – every drop had to be hers!
Finally, his bucking cock was depleted. There wasn't anything left in his balls to suck out.
She sank back on her heels and looked up at Dwight. He had a pleased look on his face. Caroline carefully licked her lips and wiped away the last drop of his come.
"Good girl," he said briskly. "Me you ready for that audition now?"
Caroline Saunders was ready for anything – anything at all.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'm so nervous, Mr. B," confessed the lovely blonde. "I'm certain I'm going to do everything wrong."
Dwight patted her on the shoulder, then gripped down hard enough to make her turn and face him.
"You'll do just fine, my dear," he said, a slight leer in his eyes.
Caroline had a flash of having done something wrong then. She hastily reached and touched her lips with her fingertips. All the man's jism was gone. She felt a surge of guilt and then pushed it in the back of her mind. Sucking him off hadn't been bad; she'd wanted to do it at the time. And, Dwight Bryon certainly hadn't complained, either. In fact, he'd almost demanded she give him a blowjob.
Everything was moving too fast for the sexy young woman. She felt confused and embarrassed. And now, she was expected to go out onto the tiny stage, under the bright lights, with a camera rolling, while they videotaped her performance as a weathergirl. About all she could think of that wasn't really frightening for her was the fact that this videotape would never go out over the air. It would end up in the dusty files in a back room somewhere. But that fact didn't cause her to shake less.
"Do it and do it well," commanded Bryon. She nodded, a strand of her honey-blonde hair falling into her eyes. She nervously pushed it back, then walked out onto the stage, her shoulders pulled back so that her tits surged outward against her sweater. The short skirt she wore revealed her long, sleek legs and tight ass. She wasn't beautiful – she was gorgeous.
Caroline calmed down a little when she turned and looked at the cameraman. He seemed bored with the whole audition. This made the lovely blonde feel that this was ordinary, common, nothing unusual. Then Dwight Bryon pointed and made a gesture indicating the camera was on. Caroline glanced up, her grey-green eyes focused on the tiny red light on the camera.
She was on.
Caroline stammered and stuttered through five minutes of weather reports, trying to be witty, making reasonable comments about the climate, yet generally feeling she failed in every attempt. At the end of the five minutes, Caroline felt wrung out and exhausted.
"You did just fine," said Dwight, gripping her firmly under the elbow and steering her back toward his office. "Hey, Fred, make sure that tape ends up on the boss' desk, will you?"
The cameraman nodded, not even looking up from the paperback novel he'd buried his nose in. That was the work of someone in the control room, not him. He didn't give a shit and didn't care if Bryon or God Himself knew it.
"He's not very diligent, is he?" said Caroline, getting some of her courage back.
"He's one of the best, though," said Dwight. "That's why I tolerate him. In fact, you can be one of the best, too. Good audition."
"Good?" she asked in surprised. "I was terrible!"
"You were good. When you get on the air – after the boss sees your audition – you'll relax. I liked the comments you tossed in about having a picnic lunch out tomorrow and all that." He closed his office door behind them and added, "That's not all I like about you."
Caroline knew she shouldn't stay in here with this man. Not now. She felt the surge of adrenaline from her earlier fear fading. Left behind was a longing, a sexual need that mounted.
Dwight Bryon wasn't bad-looking, she decided. His cock was big enough to please any woman. Would it be so bad if she indulged herself one more time with him? So what if he was going to be her boss? Didn't this come under the heading of employee relations?
"That ass of yours turns me on as much as your legs. God, how I want to fuck you right up your ass!"
"Wh-what?" Caroline stammered. She'd never once considered such a kinky thing in all her life. But then she'd become used to only fucking in the missionary position.
"I want to cornhole you, dammit." His hands dropped and hiked up her skirt. She hardly knew what to do, how to respond. When Dwight Bryon shoved her forcefully to the floor, she landed on her hands and knees – just the right position for an ass fucking.