It excited the young blonde. He was using her. He was making her do his bidding. It wasn't rape, but it turned on Caroline more than anything had in bed for years.
Caroline almost came thinking about how dominant Peter seemed now.
She thrilled to the way he played with her body. She leaned back as far as she could, making certain his cock was bending inside her. Then she began waggling her hips.
He let out a loud groan. She knew she was giving him the ultimate in fucking – cock bent at a new and delightfully sinful angle, her hot cunt clinging to his hard prick, her hips stirring his lusts.
His cock began blasting out its creamy load into her wanton cunt. Letting him guide her up and down, hands on her ballooning tits, she fucked herself wildly. "Go, baby, go!"
There was no stopping her now. Caroline felt the urges mounting once more in her own body. Each fountaining squirt of jism into her cunt was like acid touching a raw nerve. She quivered in reaction. It was too much for her to bear up under.
She came.
As her pussy convulsed again, she felt the ripping walls of her cunt squeezing down hard on his buried cock. She milked him dry of every precious drop of lead-heavy come locked in his balls.
Body covered with sweat, she collapsed forward and off his already drooping hard prick.
"God, you were superb," moaned Peter. "I loved every second of it, baby. Every damned second!"
Caroline smiled at her boyfriend. She'd gotten off on the fucking, too. And now she had burned out the memory of what she'd done with the station manager. Caroline was ready to face Dwight Bryon and find out if she would get the job.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Maybe you shouldn't come with me, Peter," the lovely woman said nervously. In the back of her mind she thought about all she'd done with Dwight Bryon and didn't know if she could face her two lovers seeing one another. There wasn't anything wrong in what she'd done with Bryon, that Caroline knew, but she'd be embarrassed anyway. And trying to explain to Peter why she'd sucked Bryon's cock and then let him fuck her up the ass wouldn't be possible.
"Want to do it on your own?" her boyfriend asked. "I guess I understand. These are things you have to learn to do all by yourself. I'll just wait out here in the parking lot."
Caroline smiled weakly. That was better than having Peter come in, yet he seemed upset over it. She couldn't tell him to wait out here in the cold simply because she was nervous.
"No, come on in with me, Peter. Please." He beamed and Caroline knew she'd done the right thing.
She hoped.
They walked into the office, their shoes clicking on the bare tile floors. Dwight Bryon had told her they didn't carpet the place because of static electricity messing up the cameras. She thought it was for a different reason – that the owner was too cheap to spring for the money to buy carpets. There were even candles placed all around, as much for lighting as for the effect. She'd noticed them in Bryon's office the day before and she was intrigued by the number in the waiting room. Maybe the owner of the station owned a candle factory, too. Stranger things had happened.
Dwight Bryon came out of his office, saw her and smiled from ear to ear. Then he saw Peter holding her hand tightly. The implication was obvious.
"Miss Saunders," the station manager said coldly. "You've come for word on the job?"
"Yes, sir, I have. You said to come in around five." She glanced up at the clock. It was just seconds before five.
"Well, yes."
"Oh, Mr. Bryon, this is my boyfriend, Peter Caldwell," Caroline hastily introduced.
"I'm sure," said Bryon coldly.
Caroline began to doubt her wisdom in letting Peter join her inside. He was screwing up her chances for the job – and only she knew why. Bryon felt threatened by another man. The older station manager couldn't help but notice how strong and how handsome Peter was.
Caroline hated this. She wanted the job and didn't want to irritate Dwight Bryon. But she wasn't going to keep letting him fuck her. She'd been turned on by him before; that was past now. The adrenaline rush, her fear of the cameras, all had added to her arousal on seeing Dwight Bryon. But she had Peter. He was her lover and she wasn't going to jeopardize that relationship.
Even for a job.
"If you'll come into my office…" Bryon gestured vaguely toward his office. Caroline felt as if she were entering the lion's den. She gripped Peter's hand even tighter. He returned a reassuring pressure.
As they started in, Bryon spoke up sharply: "Only Miss Saunders, please. This is private."
"But…" Peter started.
"It's okay, Peter. Just look around the station or something. It won't be that long."
"And then again, it might be," said Bryon. "We have much to discuss, Miss Saunders and I do."
Peter shrugged and went to look over the station. Caroline followed Bryon into the office, feeling as if the door should be painted green and an electric chair perched inside waiting for her.
"Mr. Bryon, please, he's my friend. He won't interrupt."
"You've got the job, Caroline, if you want it."
The suddenness of the man's words shocked the young blonde. She sank down into a hard straight-backed chair beside his desk. Of all the things Dwight might have said, this was the last she'd expected.
"I do? I mean, yes, I'll take it!"
"We're going to have to get some things straight first, Caroline," he said, coming around his desk. "Right now. I think you know why I want you for the job."
"It's because… you want me."
"I don't give a flying fuck about who's on camera. We can stand up a leper or a fool wearing a gorilla suit and get the same ratings. You're very pretty – and I want to fuck you."
"Please don't make me decide like that, Mr. Bryon."
"Dwight."
"Dwight," she agreed weakly.
Caroline's mind raced. How could she decide like this? She needed the job, wanted it desperately. But to put out for the boss? That was sexual blackmail of the worst kind. But Dwight Bryon wasn't unattractive to her. He was dominant, distinguished, seemed to know his job quite well. This job provided an opportunity to get noticed, to really get ahead.
All she had to do was let Bryon fuck her.
"I can't decide. Not like this."
"You stupid bitch," Bryon said. "I figure you'd make a pretty picture if I had you tied up over a straight-backed chair. That ass of yours would wiggle up in the air and look so nice I couldn't help but want to fuck it."
"Go to hell!" she blurted.
Caroline didn't know if she meant that or not. The only sound in the room now was the pounding of her heart and the harsh rasp of her breath going in and out of her lungs.
"That's no way to speak to your boss. I will take what's rightfully mine."
"By raping me?"
"Call it what you want, slut."
He reached down and grabbed her ankle. He yanked painfully hard. She cried out as a lance of white-hot pain shot up into her cunt. He dumped her full length onto the cold tile floor. The way she was stretched out on the floor was an act a contortionist wouldn't have been able to perform. He was bending her all out of shape and enjoying the play of her muscles as he did so.
"I like seeing the way your ass tightens when I jerk your leg around."
She felt a stab into her ass as he bent her leg to one side. This she could do without. But it was still getting to her. She didn't understand what it was about being abused by Dwight Bryon that made her so hot to fuck. She wanted that huge prick of his more than ever by the time he'd finished playing with her like a cat plays with a trapped mouse.
"I'm going to tie you down in a way that a cowboy would approve of. My cock needs some action again and you're going to provide it for me. Aren't you, cunt?"