Roger Hurtwell
Her Driving Desires

BEE-5797
Chapter 1

«Look at those lips,» one of the cameramen said, swinging the camera around and centering it on Velvet's face. The woman looked up and saw herself on the television monitor. She knew better than to make any comment. She'd be on the air live any second now.

Velvet shivered in disgust as the other camera-man zoomed in on her and said, «I bet she gives the best head in town. With sensuous lips like hers clamped around your prick, she could get you off in nothing flat.»

«Yeah,» agreed the first man. «It makes me horny just wondering how good she actually is. All these college chicks learn to give dynamite blowjobs, at least that's what I've heard.»

«Hey, Velvet,» cried out the first. «Why not come over here and start sucking on my cock? Just show me how good you are with some mouth-love. I bet you can't get me off in less than five minutes.»

«You son-of-a . . .»

The dark-haired woman's eyes widened slightly in surprise as she saw the red light on the front of the camera blink on. They wanted her to make a complete and total fool of herself on the air. She swallowed hard and fought to get a smile onto her lips.

«Good evening,» she said, choking back the flood of anger she felt toward the two men. «I'm Velvet Larkin and this is how the weather looks tonight.»

She fought to keep her slender hand from shaking with impotent rage. The men's comments had been just loud enough for her to understand but not so loud that her microphone picked them up. She doubted that even the director in the booth heard what they were saying. The girl was no prude, but their suggestions disgusted her thoroughly.

They hadn't liked her from the first day she'd come to work at the station. They had a basic hatred of anyone who had gone to college, and she had just graduated. But their dislike of her went even deeper. They had both propositioned her crudely within the first week and she had coldly informed them that she didn't play around with her coworkers.

Larry, the bigger of the pair, had said, «Well, fuck you, Miss High- and-Mighty!»

«Don't worry,» she'd replied, grinning wickedly. «Fucking me is the last thing you'll ever do.»

That had made things really bad and Larry had gone out of his way to be nasty. He had put itching powder on the seat of her chair behind the big desk and then commented that all those college coeds had hot pants and just lived to have a real man get into them. She had put up with that; she had even put up with the man exposing himself to her while she was delivering the weather report for the Rocky Mountain West. She had just started on the campgrounds, telling of imminent rain showers over Rocks and Rattlesnakes Monument, when the man pulled out his prick and began jerking off. She had stuttered a little at the sight of his huge dork held in his meaty grip, but she had finished.

And it had almost finished her with the station.

But Velvet hung on grimly, vowing not to let those crude men drive her away. That would be giving in to them and giving them exactly what they wanted. If they couldn't fuck her, they would be content with fucking her over.

Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the red light on the camera winked off. The raven-haired beauty sighed and leaned forward, her hands clenched in fists; she felt her tits rising and falling heavily, threatening to spill out the low-scoop neck of her blouse.

«Larry, don't ever do anything like that to me again. You slimy bastard, I'll cut your balls off – if I can find them – and stuff them down your throat if you do.»

«What'd I do?» he said innocently. «Did I do anything?» he asked, turning to his friend. «Christ, she must be having her period or something. But then all these college kids are touchy. Aren't you, kid?»

«I'm not a kid,» she said coldly, trying to contain her anger. She knew it would do no good to get mad at Larry. He would only turn her anger against her. «And you may call me Ms. Larkin from now on out. I deserve some respect around here.»

«Well, sorry, Mizz Larkin,» he said sarcastically. «Let's go get a beer, Ted, and let the bitch cool off. She'll learn the ropes one of these days. But it'll be long after we've died from old age.»

Velvet closed her vivid blue eyes and felt rivers of sweat running down her face. She didn't know if it was from the hot lights or the strain of holding back her fiery temper. She hated being in a position where she couldn't lash out and say what she felt but it wouldn't do her any good now. She'd be fired. Those two were thicker than thieves with the station manager.

But not with Ben Carlton. Ben had hired her and had some small control over the others. After all, he was the program director, deciding what went on the air and what didn't. She pushed her papers into a neat stack and swung off for the man's office, wanting to get this matter of harassment on the job settled once and for all.

Ben looked up from a thick book as Velvet stormed into his office. He smiled slightly, his eyes working over her lush young body. He didn't have to be a clairvoyant to know what was on her mind.

«Sit down, Velvet, and tell me all about it,» he said before she could even open her mouth. This took some of the wind out of her sails and she sank down onto the only wooden chair in the office.

She crossed her legs, the thin fabric of her silken dress clinging slightly to her thighs, but providing a tantalizing flash of smoky nylon all the way up to her slender thighs. The man sighed at the sight. He felt his prick thickening. Just the sight of the woman was enough to get him turned on. He fought down the impulse to leap across the table, force apart her legs, and drive his cock all the way up into her pussy.

He was successful in fighting down the action, but the thought remained to torment him. The sight of her tits impudently bulging up and almost spilling out in white mounds from her blouse made him acutely aware of what was happening in his crotch – and the way her nipples had sprung up, hard little buttons that throbbed and pulsed visibly.

Velvet didn't wear a bra and didn't need one. Her tits were ample, more than a mouthful, but firm.

«You know?» she demanded.

«About Larry and Ted? Sure, they do this to all the women. With you it's worse because you're so pretty.»

«I hope I wasn't hired because of my looks.»

She recrossed her legs and Ben, almost shot his wad. The sight of those legs moving in a scissoring action was almost more than he could take. Things hadn't been too good at home lately and he needed his ashes hauled – bad.

«I'd be lying like a rug if I told you that wasn't partly why you got the job as weathergirl. Weatherperson,» he corrected himself as he saw her swelling with indignation. «You're goddamn attractive, but you're qualified for the job, too. Overqualified. You have your degree in journalism but you've got to put in your time before you move up around here.»

Her electric blue eyes boldly stared back at him. «I want a chance to prove I can handle anything that comes my way.»

«Try handling Larry and Ted, then.»

«Them?» she said in disgust. «Do you know what they've been saying to me?»

«What?» The things that the cameramen might have been saying to her were probably the very things going through Ben's mind. He tried to control himself, but the beautiful woman moved in such a fashion as to make that impossible.

She leaned forward, threatening to let her boobs come bursting out of the thin silk blouse at any second. He saw the smooth, creamy white flesh and longed to suck on it, to kiss and caress it, to take the hard bud of her nipple into his mouth and show her what he could do. His cock stiffened as he thought of all that.

Velvet breathed a little faster, too. She liked Ben, liked the way the young man looked, moved and acted. The woman knew she turned him on and she also liked the way he tried to hide it.

«Larry pulled his dork out and began jerking off one day. And tonight they were making bets as to how long I could suck on their pricks before they'd come. It's disgusting!»

Even as she talked, she felt her crotch beginning to turn liquid. It wasn't disgusting – except with those two. With someone else – someone of her own choosing – it would be great. She felt the telltale itching and hollowness deep in her pussy. Pressing her legs tightly together did nothing to relieve the aching need she felt. Her tits bobbed up and down faster as her breathing became more strained. She felt her nipples hardening into red, accusing fingers straining against the front of her blouse.

«You like the idea, don't you?» asked Ben, his gaze meeting her blue eyes directly.

She shook her head in agreement, knowing what was going to happen. She hadn't intended to come in here and spill her guts to Ben and get them both turned on to the point where they did something more than was called for in a professional relationship. But it had happened that way.

He stood and walked around the desk. The sight of the huge bulge at his crotch made her eyes widen in delight. She brushed back a blue-black strand of lustrous hair and moved closer. Her trembling fingers worked down the zipper. His prick leaped out, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate.

«Go on,» he said. «Suck on my cock.»

He gasped as she applied her lips to the very end of that plum-tipped fuck stick. Hungrily, she went down on his shaft, sucking in the entire length until the rubbery tip of his glans bounced off the roof of her mouth. With a convulsive gulp, she took his entire cock into her throat.

«Shit, I never felt anything like that!» he cried out. His hands restlessly stroked her long hair, guiding her head as it made small jerking motions around his cock.

He felt her swallowing, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down against the most sensitive portion of his cock. The man's balls tightened and he fought down the urge to spill his seed right away. He wasn't any school kid getting his first blow-job. But seldom had he felt this aroused when a woman's lips curled around the end of his prick.

She pulled back, her tongue stroking and tormenting the entire length of his cock. She made a lewd sucking noise as her lips slid free of his prick. Her tongue flicked out pink and agile to tease the tiny hole at the end of his manhood. The entire pillar of manmeat shivered in response to her teasing tongue. That oral organ played with him and made him sigh in pleasure.

He half-sat on the edge of his desk and pulled her up. Their eyes locked and he said, «Let's both get off on this!»

«You taste good,» she said. «I'm doing just fine.»

«Both of us,» he insisted. He pulled her onto his desk so that she lay on her back. Quick, knowing fingers lifted her skirt around her waist and exposed her pantie-clad snatch. She lifted her ass off the desktop so that he could get the unwanted garment free. He gasped in delight and desire when he saw her crinkly furred pussy. The tight black ringlets of fleecy pubic hair rimmed the trembling pink cunt lips.

He couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his face between those soft thighs and buried his face in the fragrant nest of her crotch. His tongue leaped out and drove mercilessly into her juicy twat. He tasted the salty, tangy woman-wine pouring from her excited depths. Like a man dying of thirst, he greedily sucked up as much of the heady juice as he could.

She gasped and lifted her ass off the desktop again. This time she drove her snatch directly into his face. She ground her hips around and around so that his tongue stirred deep in her pussy. He began tongue- fucking her cunt, feeling his rough, pink oral digit slipping over the slick inner walls.

«Oh, Ben darling, Ben!» she cried out. «I need more! Give me more. Really tongue-fuck my pussy! And give me your cock! I need it, too.»

She reached over and gripped the throbbing stem of his prick and pulled it toward her face. She could hardly get the musky pole between her lips. He finally relented and crawled up onto the desk, his knees on either side of her head. In this position, she was able to pull his cock down and suck on it the way she wanted – needed.

And his mouth kept giving her all the divine feelings she could stand. The girl shuddered in bliss as she felt him reaming out her pussy. He stroked up and down her fuck tunnel with his tongue and finally slipped free. She gasped and almost came when his well-educated tongue touched on that magic spot between her legs.

His tongue swirled around her clitoris and pulled it up and out of its sheath of protective flesh. The tiny spire of erectile tissue throbbed with all the sexual power locked up in the woman's loins. The man sucked the tiny bud into his mouth and lightly flicked the very tip with his tongue.

«Oh, oh, ohhh!» she gasped around the thick plug of his cock in her mouth. «More. Do that more! I . . . oh, it's tooo goooooood!»

A heavy shudder wracked her body. She felt the hot flush of excited blood rushing upwards toward her tits and shoulders and face. Velvet gasped and relaxed a little as the ice and iron grip left. But the warmth in her crotch turned into real fire now.

She reached up and gently caressed the man's balls. She could feel the trembling and boiling of the lead-heavy jism locked inside and knew it wouldn't be much longer before he came. She applied her lips to his cock, sucked for all she was worth, and gloated as she thought this was exactly what Larry had wanted.

Fuck Larry!

She would suck off Ben and enjoy every instant of it. She guessed Larry would have been too turned on by her to ever want to give as much pleasure as she gave him. He'd never eat her pussy out while she was sucking him off.

But Ben did. And she loved it all. Her entire young, trim body quivered as if it were one giant, raw nerve ending. The lightest of caresses from his tongue over her go-button made her gasp and moan in pleasure. She tried to return the favor by sucking that much harder on his cock.

The woman's cheeks went concave under the pressure she applied. When his hips began swinging to and fro in a mock-fucking rhythm, she cradled his prick with her tongue. This caused the roughness to stroke over the most delicate part of his cock.

He face-fucked her with long, powerful strokes now and she didn't even try to slow him down. She was being turned on again in a big way. The woman could hardly control her own runaway emotions. The feel of his wet, probing tongue all over her cunt lips and clit and pussy was more than she could handle. And with his tasty fuck stick resting hotly between her own lips, she was lost in a carnal paradise.

«More,» she gasped out. «Give me more of that fucking tongue of yours. Ream me out good. My pussy needs it allll!»

Another shudder earthquaked through her loins. She felt the hot fires of lust blazing brightly inside her now. It wouldn't be long before she really got off on the man's tongue-fucking. Every time the tip of his tongue brushed along her turgid cunt lips, she moaned. The least touch of his throbbing, hard-fucking, cock-hard tongue into her cunt made her sob with ill-suppressed lust.

«Tongue-fuck meeee!»

Her entire body felt as it if had blasted apart. His tongue drove into the soft folds of her pussy and stroked along the satin-slick walls. She arched her back and ground her crotch down into the man's face. This got his tongue an extra half-inch into her twat and it was divine torture for her.

She came again.

Her entire body was responding now. Her tits felt as if they would pop from the aroused blood hammering into them. The nipples capping those mountainous boobs throbbed with a life that the girl hadn't believed possible.

As the fiery winds of orgasm died in her body, she applied all her skills to really sucking on the cock pulsating against her velvety lips. She clamped down and sucked for a few seconds, then moved her head rapidly on his shaft until she felt it convulsively jerk and dance. The huge cock swelled and filled her entire mouth. The girl used her tongue against the tiny hole at the end of his fuck stick, trying to drive all the way down it. This wasn't possible but it aroused both of them still more.

The man gasped and then shoved powerfully with his hips. Velvet took that thrust and sucked as hard as she could. The hot rush of his manseed filled her mouth. She sucked harder, licking and lapping at the jism as it spurted from the end of his cock.

When he finally went limp, she sagged back to the desk, her legs dangling over the edges. The cool breeze from the air conditioner across her wet pussy made her shiver, but the warm, contented feeling inside was worth the momentary discomfort.

Ben got off the desk and tossed her panties to her, saying, «Here, you dropped these, Ms. Larkin.»

She smiled and licked some of the gooey come off her lips, then pulled her panties on and smoothed out the wrinkles in her thin dress.

«That was good, Ben!»

«I know,» he answered tiredly. «Too good. I don't want to get involved in any office affairs. I've got problems enough at home.»

«I've heard,» the dark-haired beauty said, still trying to calm her racing heart. Finally, breathing returned to normal, she asked, «Can I get something better than weather to do around here?»

«Soon,» he promised. «Not yet. But soon!»

His smile convinced her that he was telling her the truth. She left, happier than she had been since getting the job.