Bernice: Bernice was a bit craftier in this regard. No downright siren, no obvious coquette, she was very much subtler. She had a conducive position (internal personnel relations) which allowed her to circulate. Vern could tell she was after action the way she looked at John when she came to hear of his complaints she just kind of paused and looked at his body, right below the waist, before she introduced herself. But Vern couldn't see how she flopped with John – who was always up for some strange meat – but she left looking a little frazzled.
Yes, they were all in the office, one after the other, the bases for Vern's little office flight. But now she was on her own, waiting for John.
The rest of the day was uneventful, and Vern went to sleep only to awaken at eleven, a mere three hours before she'd have to meet the stud.
When she gained consciousness, she was just as horny as ever. She knew what she wanted to do be fore the stud really came. She wanted to go through the motions in her own imagination, make the scene happen the way she really wanted it, to get off on the idea of his visit, per-affording some consolation for what could happen.
She imagined hearing the door ring and showing the stud in. "Oh, hello John, I hope you'll excuse the mess, but you see I've been playing with myself the entire week end."
"Wha…"
"That's right John. You see, you just haven't been satisfying enough to me, so I kind of took it upon myself to get down to some real fucking, using a dildo and one hell of an imagination."
Instead of anger, disappointment, dropping her like a door-nail, he just said it was fine, but that he could give her a better time right then and there.
Without another pause the stud moved over and began to gently kiss her on the neck. Then he took the initiative of going into the kitchen and returning with her whipped cream. Without even undressing her, he pushed the nozzle under her brassiere and she could feel the cream filling the cups, melting right over her nipples, cooling her down her hot tits and even driving her on the wild side. Vern took the can and put it under his belt, squirting it into his jockies. He yelled out from the shock of it all, but aware that he had it coming, he wasn't about to resist. He looked up, his eyes wide, face red, then pushed Vern down on her back until she hit the rug and felt his weight entirely over her, like some great northern grizzly.
"I'm gonna fuck you girl, better than you can fuck yourself, you'll see."
"You've got some stiff competition." She looked over at her electric cock.
That gave John an idea and he took it in his hand, pressing the buzzer and sensing its intensity. "I can see how you can get off on this – sure, why not. Its got hardness, its got vibration, all the elements of real turn-on."
He pressed it against her cheek so that she could feel the ticklying, prickling sensations and then pushed it lower on her neck. When he reached the upper part of her cleavage which he exposed by pulling down the top of her blouse, she could hardly stand it.
"Come on, fuck me with it… stick it inside me."
"Not yet," he said mysteriously.
Then he pulled down his trousers until his own cock was visible, large and erect. He put it side by side to the electro-cock and started to evaluate. "I have to admit, it is bigger, and harder at that. But you can't compare temperatures."
"Fuck me," she pleaded.
"You'll get yours, don't you worry, but a man likes to look at his competition, you know how it is, kind of see what it was you saw in this guy, I mean cock."
"Fuck this shit, come on now."
Veronica tried another approach, smiling seductively, moving over slowly and removing the remainder of her top, silently pushing her breasts against his thigh.
"Come now Veronica, can't you see I'm not quite through with my business."
"What are you trying to do?"
"It's a contest of sorts, you might say."
"With you the judge."
"That's right Vern, I may be a little prejudiced, but I always preferred a game with loaded dice."
Vern had enough at this point; it was her show. She pulled the cock out of his hand, then pressed it against his buns, finally pushing down his shorts and sticking it on the outside of his ass, pressing it around the rim. Here, she could tell she was really getting to him.
"Now wait a minute, oww…"
By the time she spoke, she had the cock half-way up his ass, no lubrication, no nothing. She started to move it about and he started to plead for mercy.
"Stop, oh, no, take that fucking thing out."
"Now you can see that's not the great thing you thought it was."
"Okay Vern, you win, it sucks, no competition for me, and I'm not jealous."
Her point made, Vern took out the dildo and threw it over to the couch, purposely throwing short so that it hit the floor, but it still remained functional. "I bet your cock couldn't take that kind of abuse."
John moved closer to her and pulled down her slacks and panties exposing her lovely pussy hair.
"Eat my cunt, John, the perfect way to celebrate." He moved down to her steamy cunt and began to lick her thighs, making her hotter as was his usual practice before getting down to heavier kinds of eating.
She compared his style and technique to her other imaginary lovers, only she was able to approximate the stud's real behavior because she'd known him so many times before.
He wasn't bad – perhaps the best. It was quite a transformation, the way he looked so respectable in his vested suit, the ideal of the dependable American businessman, but then could be transformed into a cunt maniac by the mere sight of pussy. She liked to see that change. It began when he loosened his tie, pulled it lower until he seemed to be getting to work on some project, then the look in his eye changing as he unbuttoned his shirt and ex posed the fact that he wore no undershirt. That always turned her on; a man who made no bones about his underclothing, eliminating the shirt. It made him seem more sensual, more on top of his desires, more… accessible. That was John, all right, accessible, MR. ACCESSIBLE.
It wasn't that his flirting with anyone in a skirt took her by surprise, but she did want some special treatment. The more he told her she was his favorite, the less he treated her kindly in the office, almost purposely making time with other girls right in front of her face. Who knows? Maybe she could tell him she was having an affair with a guy and that would get him in fine – except if he simply jolted her, then where would she be?
No, she'd have to play it nice and easy and just get out of her own hot water, hoping that the stud would play it her way.
"You like pussy, don't you John."
"You better believe it."
He continued to go at the broad, sucking, licking and generally doing everything that she could imagine below her waist, from petting her to feeling and sucking. She could hardly stand the excitement of it all. He knew he had her. He pushed his hands up ward over her smooth skin, the approached the underside of her knockers, digging his thumbs into the intimacy of the fold on the bottom, bringing other fingers up on top and making contact with his middle finger over her rapidly erecting nipple.
"Oh, ah, oh!"
She was where he wanted her, ready for some horizontal action. The stud pushed her down on the floor and positively jumped on her, rolling about like she were some carpet, her on top, then him, around and around they spun until they hit wall.
"Oh!" she cried out.
"Come on baby, you can take it. I know you like rough stuff."
And she did. She liked a big cock to take her by force, by brute force and subdue her to his own will, throw her about with violence and brute determination. He had all of that, the size and the stature to pull it off. She wanted to pull him off.
Veronica pushed him to the side and looked at his fantastic cock, big and manly. Without another pause, she pushed her thumb the entire length of the shaft and decided to do a little flicking up near the tip. She gently stroked it and then put more pressure, just on the tip now, no diffusion of energy, just straight ahead expert fucking.