He pulled her into Stoney's office with one hand and slammed and locked the door with the other. His eyes lit up when he saw the sofa.
"That will do." He pulled her to the sofa.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, you asshole bastard!" she exploded. Her small fists drummed on his big chest making hollow sounds. "Quit dragging me around like a whore."
He sat her down and went after her shirt. She fought him now realizing the whole thing had been a bad idea. It was the mind-blowing experience of the fire and the shock of those figures that had tricked her. She wasn't about to accept being mauled by a man, especially a broken-down asshole like Hank.
Her bra flew off. Her small, plump and wellshaped tits were exposed to him. His mouth clamped down on her nipple…
"'Ahhhhhh-eeeeeeee," she went as pure majestic fire raced through her. She surged up, holding his head with her hands, trying to escape the sexy pressure. She hadn't remembered or realized how sex-hot her tits were. It was like she was a fish, harpooned with an overwhelming lance of deep pleasure as he suckled her. She writhed, gasping, lifting her butt helplessly, grinding her thighs on her cunt. Hot shocks am flashes burned inside of her and she kept crying out and panting.
"Oh-shit-I can't stand-caaan't. Oh, Hank. Oh, Jesus, Hank, I'm murdered. Oh, please don't do that. Please doooooon't." she went.
Somehow his hard cock was out and he forced her hand on it. She gripped it tightly as if it were a life preserver in her sweet sex distress that drowned her.
"Oh, Hank," she cried in wild depair. "Please don't eat my breasts. I'll do anything-anything
– if you'll just let go… Ohhh!" He went to her other nipple.
She sweated now and her whole body strained. "Ah, Jesus, God, oh, oh, oh."
Right on up and out. It was incredible but somehow in the past years her nipple sexualtly had grown astonishingly. She gave a final bark of helplessness and joy. Her legs locked. He barely had time to get a hand between her soft inner thighs and dig for her cunt outside her shorts before she came.
"Urrrrrrrrrr."
Rich throbs against his hands while he sucked her tits and she gave up her total sexuality in cries of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm," he went in pleasure, crazing her with tongue and hand.
She gave back hearty spasms of wracking sex joy. Maybe it was her high of last night. Whatever
– she spent with girlish fervor and luscious, delirious locking and unlocking. She couldn't remember an orgasm like this.
At last her thrills subsided and she fell back, limp, her cunt, her belly and especially her taken tits glowing in rich, golden splendor.
"You're one sex-hungry bitch," he laughed. "Chad hasn't done his homework." He stood and slipped off his clothes.
She could only slump there in complete awe, slithly dizzy and very astonished at herself. So much for the big, tough newspaper reporter she was. She made no resistance as he stripped off her shorts and panties. Her cunt was swollen and slavering with her hot juices. She was still on an erotic high and offered only token resistance as he took her hand down on the sofa, spread her legs and brought his prick to her swollen cunt.
"Now H-Hank, I'm not ready for this," she protested weakly.
He lifted her butt, found her cunt with his cock head and bunted into her body with a drive that drove his prick halfway up her cunt. The strange cock, a fierce pressure of its size, the tight clutch of her vagina made her open her eyes wide. Her sex network had not yet recovered from the orgasm but it felt very good.
"Oh, my God," she said, looking up at him.
"Ahhhh." His face was ecstatic like a man who'd hungered and hungered and hungered and finally found the reward he wanted. He pulled his cock back a little way and drove forward again, taking her fully.
"Uhhhhhh," she groaned, feeling delicious tingles. Her guts, her whole insides seemed to be warming up as the pleasure returned.
"Now I get to fuck the hard-boiled but sexy Nina Piatt," he exulted. He laid on top of her and fucked into her cunt, open bold and luscious strokes that set her head to spinning in the tight lock.
"Oh, God, oh, Christ," she cried. "I'm being fu-fucked."
"So good, so sweet."
"Hank, it's so hot. I'm so hot."
"You're hot, you always were, you long, lanky bitch," he cried cheerfully. "Guys have been dying to get past that iron control."
"Oh Hank," she wailed. Yet she'd begun her second surrender. She rotated her loins against the tingling, delicious cock friction, beginning to pant.
"I've been needing it," gasped Hank. "I can't last long." He begun to rock his cock into her faster and faster, his body moist against hers. Their naked bellies took in and sucked out air like a bellows, a sexy sound and feeling.
She held his big body. She liked the feel of his taut body, surging with passion. Then he dropped his head on her tits again and began to suck her nipples.
"HAH!" she went in swift, delighted stress. Streaks of wild joy shot through her. "Oh, God. Hah. Hah. Hah."
"We got to gooo-" he gritted.
"Ah, oh, no. Ahhhh," she went. Those sensitive breasts took her right up to again and she strained and twisted and gave mirthless laughs of her sweeping pleasure that deprived her of her calm, her integrity, thrust her into her animal being.
His big tongue laid wet strips of saliva between her breasts, on her neck. His strong teeth expertly nipped her straining, pink nipples and each time he did that her body sang and trembled in sex exultation.
"De-don't. Oh, no, no," she cried in horror. It was just short of pain and so wild that she feared she'd faint. His cock whipped her belly to aching fury and need, his tongue and teeth turned her into a jerking, whining bitch animal.
"Oh, God, I can't-oh, no. I have-I'm-I'm."
Her eyes got big, Her body strained up in orgasm for a second time. Much bigger than before.
"YEEEEEEE," she went. She locked in fucked intensity. She groaned. "Yeeeeee," she went.
He felt her cunt throb and spasm around his cock. He felt both tender and masterful at making this luscious woman so hard and beautiful on the outside, so soft and vulnerable on the outside. He gave a deep groan of his own and went still.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Getting it all off in her tight, wonderful cunt, taking her, drenching her, feeding her the hot, joyous baby-stuff. He held her tight and seeded her with incredible relish. He celebrated each ejaculative spasm of his cock and sent each gush on its way with a hard squeeze of her body to make sure it went deep into her.
"Ah, oh, oh, soooo good," she went. She surrendered now to the inevitable animal being that lurked inside of her skin and hungered for a quick, mastering cock, just like this. She felt herself wide open and eager to receive his jism messages, hot bursts of come that validated her cunt existence in the universe.
"Gone," he managed with exquisite pleasure as he laid the last of his foaming juice against her uterus. "Ahhhhhh."
They hung in the pleasant afterglow of it, bodies locked in naked splendor for a long run of minutes after their orgasms, neither saying very much. It was as if this hot pleasure act of their bodies was a secret, sacred union that wouldn't bear mere words.
"The way your husband fucked my wife so much was like kids eating candy not good for them. Enough to destroy," he told her. "This was different."
She didn't say anything. She felt too soft, vulnerable, changed to say anything. There were situations that words wouldn't cover. From the glow of her body she knew she'd received the best orgasm she was ever likely to enjoy. But what could she do? Thank this dim dish of a burned out man?
She dressed quickly. "I'd best go check on the helicopter," she muttered. She got out of there, grateful that he didn't try to stop her. Alone in the sunlight, she listened to the distant roar of the fire, coming on the town from the east, looked at the deserted streets, and computed. There was time yet.