"More, give me more of that fucking cock. My cunt needs it!"
The sound of the words ringing in her ears made her even hotter. She felt her cunt grip down fiercely on the hidden prick. Her cunt lips flapped wildly and drooled lewdly on the man's incoming sock. She rubbed her ass into the tops of his legs to the fullest possible stimulation from his hairy legs.
Most of all, the sensual feel of the cool silk against her smooth legs and the garter belt cutting into the top of her ass and across the slight dome of her belly got her off.
She came, harder than ever before.
The girl decided she liked being fucked like a dog. The position gave her a lot of freedom to move around, but not so much that her writhing and thrashing would cause the man's prick to fall out of her pussy. She needed that cock. She wanted it more than anything else in the world.
It didn't even matter that it belonged to a man she hated with all her soul. That it was a cock and it was rock-hard and it was fucking her cunt was all that mattered to her.
He drove in and out of her gently yielding cunt with quick, shallow strokes. The friction mounted along the entire length of her pussy. It felt as if he had poured molten lead into her guts.
"More. Fuck me as deep as you caaaaan!"
He continued to fuck her with the rapid strokes designed to build the carnal friction in her pussy. Then he seemed to lose control of his hips. The strokes lengthened and he plunged deep up her fuck tunnel.
She screamed as she came. The feel of his cock so far up into her cunt drove her over the brink, orgasm clutched fiercely at her body. The frenzy of sex was upon her and she shook all over, like a piece of paper caught in a hurricane. Unable to control herself, she allowed the gusty winds of passion to blow fervently though her.
As the sexual high slackened, she felt drained and used. This wasn't right. It felt good, damned good, but it wasn't right that she had to put out for her boss.
Katherine wasn't sure she enjoyed being used like this. She was nothing more than a juicy, hot, tight cunt for the man to fuck. The girl knew she wasn't a person to the man. Not at all.
And she wanted more of his cock! She hated herself for being so weak, but these sensations ripping through her body were new and wonderful to her. She simply couldn't get enough of his prick stuffed up her twat.
"Ride me, ride me hard!" she begged. "Give it all to meeeeee!"
His fucking had turned to long, firm strokes. Now, as her cunt tensed and relaxed around his cock, he fucked faster, with less rhythm. He drove his cock mercilessly into her, their crotches grinding together in a carnal mixing bowl. She grunted and then came again. The feel of his motion made all the skin around her cunt lips pull tense. This caused her clit to sing a song of stark enjoyment.
She shivered and shook through another come, and then savored the sweet, hot rush of his jism as he pumped hotly into her cunt. The lightest touch of the steamy jism sent her spinning off into a wonderland of sexual desire once again. She came and came and came. She felt like a human string of fire crackers.
He continued pumping into her sucking cunt until his balls were drained. She kept tensing and relaxing her pussy walls in an attempt to get even more from his cock. When she tensed and felt his prick begin to turn to cooked spaghetti, she knew it was over.
In a way, Katherine was glad that it was. She had been dreading this meeting with Bennett for a long time. She didn't have to worry now when he might spring out and take her, virtually raping her. She had felt the sweet thrust of his cock and loved it.
She may hate the man, but he fucked her when she needed it the most. Her body was deliciously tired and drained. She felt tiny rivers of sweat running down her tits and gathering at the still-hard points of her nipples. This tickled and kept her aroused.
Most of all, she liked the feeling of being a well-fucked woman. Gone was all pretense to childhood. She was a woman – and a complete woman.
"Goddamn," he said, "That was the finest cunt I ever fucked, so damn tight I thought it would break me off. I liked it. I really did."
His hands moved over the smooth curves of her ass, still jutting up in the air. She unlocked her feet from the backs of his legs. There was no longer any need to hold him close to her body. His cock was sleeping now and she didn't even like the man.
She fell forward, enjoying the afterglow from the fucking when she hear him dialing his phone. Katherine looked up and heard Bennett saying, "Best ever, Joe. Get your ass down here for the finest piece of ass you ever had! Sure, I mean it. Move!"
Katherine went cold all over. He was offering her to his friends!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Katherine rolled over and sat up, stunned. She knew exactly what Bennett had in mind and it frightened her. She hated dressing up like this for his depraved tastes, but she didn't want to parade around for someone else. And yet, he was going to make her put out for this Joe.
Bennett hung up and looked down at the girl on the floor, a smug expression on his face. "Joe's going to be here in a few minutes. Get dressed in the rest of the outfit." He motioned toward a box containing a variety of clothes.
"What do you want from me?" Katherine demanded. "I'm not your personal plaything. You can't toy with me. Push me too far and I'll quit!"
"Quit or be fired, it doesn't matter to me. But it you want to quit now, you walk out that door dressed exactly as you are. You wouldn't make it to the lobby before you were arrested. And then try to find another job in this town!"
She looked down at the skimpy clothing she wore. She knew the man was right. Wearing only the slinky stockings and the garter belt didn't make her fit for public viewing. Her bush was matted with sweat and cunt juices.
"Well?" he said. "Are you leaving or are you going to put on that outfit? I want you to model it just for us."
She silently rose and went to look in the box. She felt his eyes on her and shivered a little, the sweat beginning to cool on her smooth flesh. The girl fumbled out a couple of the garments and she stared at them in disbelief. They sold kinky things in the lingerie department, but nothing like these!
One blouse was cut so that her nipples would poke through, exposed and totally naked. One skirt had cut-outs in strategic places, if she wanted to have cock drilling into her front and rear. Other garments were hardly less revealing. She finally chose one blouse which was cut open all the way to the waist. Putting it on made her feel more naked than dressed. The sides of her tits bulged out and threatened to spill from the neckline. The girl ignored that and slipped into a short micro-miniskirt that had gone out of style ten years prior. It barely covered the flare of her ass. Still wearing the net stockings and the garter belt – no panties – she looked and felt like a two-bit hooker.
"Yeah, I like that a lot."
"So do I," said a voice from the doorway. "You sure as hell can pick 'em, Ron, old man." Katherine turned to see the tall, handsome man in the door. Under other circumstances, she could have gone for him in a big way. Not now. Not like this.
"Model for us," commanded Bennett. "Make sure we see everything we're supposed to."
Katherine began walking around the room, rolling her ass and posturing for the two leering men. She hated both of them, but there wasn't a damned thing she could do. If she refused them their little show, she would be out on her ass in an instant. Besides, she needed the money.