"Her Driving Desires" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hurtwell Roger)

They stared into one another's eyes and nothing more needed to be said.

Chapter 4

Velvet leaned back in the chair behind the desk and heaved a deep sigh. The hot lights blazed above her and made sweat pour down her body. The tiny rivers of sweat tickled and would have turned her on except for the rude comments made by the cameraman. They hadn't let up on her for an instant.

She realized something Tony had said came close to the truth. Most of the men around the station weren't college graduates. While that didn't automatically make a man hostile, it appeared to threaten the cameramen and Walt Williamson. Something about a woman having an education made them get nasty.

It had to be them, she realized, and not all men. Ben Carlton had come up through the ranks with nothing more than a high school education and he accepted her. Having the education didn't make her special, she knew, but what she did with it – and could do with it, given the chance

– was something important.

She heaved herself to her feet, wiped away a trickle of salty perspiration, and left without looking in the direction of the cameras. She ignored Larry calling out, «Not only do I bet she gives great head, the way she waggles that ass, I bet she loves to get greeked. How about it, college girl, did you spread those buns in school?»

Anger filled her to the point she could hardly see straight. She had intended to go right to the women's room and vent some of her rage in a good cry but she found herself taking the wrong turn down the maze of hallways just off the studio. Before she realized it, she was standing in front of Ben's open door.

He looked up and smiled at her. «Come on in,» he urged. «You look like you've got something to talk about.»

«You'll listen?» she asked hesitantly.

«That's what I get paid for. Pull up a chair. And close the door. I've had enough interruptions for one day.»

Velvet closed the door and sank down into the wooden chair in front of the man's desk. She shivered a little, thinking about how Williamson had bent her double over a chair just like this and fucked her from behind like some sort of slave girl.

The thought flashed through her mind that, if it had been Ben, she might not have minded so much.

«Spill it, Velvet. I've got a ton of paperwork to get through before I go home tonight.»

«You and Janet on better terms now?»

He shook his head. «Nothing seems to work. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I'm not able to get inside her skull enough and figure out what we never seem to talk about. But you were the one with a problem. You don't have to listen to mine.»

«It's Larry and the others,» she said. «They're riding me all the time and making lewd sexual comments. And they do it while we're on the air. If I happen to get mad and lose my temper, I might say something half the city will hear.»

«I'll talk to them about bugging you while we're broadcasting. But you know I can't say a word about how they treat you off the air. It'd only make things worse.»

«I know,» she said tiredly. Velvet hadn't said much but she felt the load lifting. She had spoken her piece and been heard. «I'm not cut out to be the weatherperson. Let me take a crack at doing some reporting. I'm good at it. I spent four years learning.»

«Book learning,» said Ben, shaking his head. «You and Tony are the junior members around here and are on sufferance. Williamson wants to can Tony and kick you upstairs.»

«He wants you for a secretary. It's no big secret why.»

Velvet felt herself blushing. Then the humiliation turned to anger. «I'll cut the bastard's balls off! I'll . . .»

«Cool it,» said Ben sharply. «I know what's happening. He won't get you for any secretarial job while I'm in charge of programming. But he is the boss.»

She stood and started pacing around the room. She felt his eyes following her and didn't care. The woman knew she had a good body and rather enjoyed having a man watch her – a man she approved of. Velvet tried to figure out the real difference between the way Ben and Tony watched her move and the way Williamson did. The best she could figure was that they appreciated her as a woman while Williamson saw her as an object, a conquest for his sexual lusts and nothing more. She turned and stood with her hands on her flaring, womanly hips. Velvet realized the light behind her shone through her thin skirt and outlined her body. The way Ben stared at her now more than thrilled her. It made her so damned horny she could hardly stand it.

«God, Velvet, with you silhouetted like that,» he muttered, his mouth cottony and his hands shaking slightly. He couldn't keep his eyes off the slender legs hidden in the shadow cast by the strong light behind her. He saw every single contour of her voluptuous body.

Her tits bobbed around slightly in front of her chest, the nipples prominent against the thinness of her blouse. The trim waist boldly surged out to hips that made his prick hard as he considered them. The slender, supple thighs he barely saw through the woman's skirt caused his cock to attempt to turn cartwheels in his pants.

He almost came just staring at her.

«I know. It's quite a sight, isn't it?»

He said nothing as she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. He wanted to protest, to tell her to stop, but he couldn't. Things hadn't been right between him and his wife for some time. He wasn't getting enough and here was a lovely, willing, totally wanton woman offering herself to him.

He couldn't turn her down. It wouldn't be right. And the man knew he would never be able to forgive himself later. His cock pained him terribly and the need raging in his loins had to be sated or it would drive him out of his mind.

«There,» Velvet said, smiling broadly. «It's all off.» She held her blouse between thumb and forefinger, then lightly dropped it to the floor. Naked to the waist, she left little to his imagination. Her tits were firm and steady now, filling with excited blood. He saw the throbbing of her nipples as they expanded and knew she was as turned on as he was.

Still, he had to ask the question burning in his mind. «Velvet, are you doing this to get the reporting assignment? Or are you doing it for other reasons?»

«Ben,» she said, her voice soft and sexy, «I'm doing it because I want you. I want your prick inside me, fucking me, giving me pleasure. You're so different from that toad Williamson. You're a man. What woman wouldn't want that in a lover?»

«The assignment,» he repeated dully, his senses churning from the way she walked toward him. She pulled off her skirt as she came. By the time Velvet reached his desk, she had stepped from her skirt and was clad only in a pair of shocking pink bikini briefs.

«Screw the assignment,» she said in a husky voice. «I want you to screw me!»

Her hands reached out and grabbed fiercely at the sides of the man's head. She pulled his face forward to meet hers. Their lips crushed in a passionate kiss. Velvet had lost control of herself. The knowledge that Ben had been seeing her outline and was getting turned on by it had caused her to give vent to all her pent-up feelings.

She raged inwardly against the station manager. Williamson demanded sex from her because he had the power to force her. He cared little for her as a woman. Ben cared. He lusted after her and was a little scared of it. But his feelings were legitimate. He was a real man and Velvet responded powerfully to that.

Fucking Ben would be good because it was something they both wanted with all their hearts and souls. Fucking with Williamson didn't even give her the emotional release of masturbation. If anything, fingering her own clit got her off better than letting him plunge his filthy cock all the way up her pussy.

Still, Velvet knew the way those things worked. If she wanted the job, she had to put out. But with Ben, she could be herself. She meant it when she told him it didn't matter if he gave her the reporting assignment. She wasn't using sex as a weapon to get what she wanted. She just wanted his cock filling her tight little pussy to overflowing.

That was good enough for her.

He broke the heavy kiss and gasped out. «Shit, you're a hot one. And I can barely wait to get it in you!»

«Don't talk,» she said, whispering hotly in his ear. «Do it! Show me exactly what you want to do!»

She crushed her lips to his again, this time parting them slightly. The dark-haired woman felt his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She resisted. Her tongue pressed into the tip of his, dueling with it. But the pressure forced her back.

Soon they were frolicking and dancing around, their tongues massaging and stroking against one another until they were covered with sweat and gasping heavily for air.

Velvet broke off the passionate kiss this time. Her face was hot and flushed and she felt the way her heart hammered beneath her breast. The mounds of titflesh had swelled and quivered with her lust now. She had to have more. Her pink bikini panties were drenched with her cunt oils and she realized she couldn't take much more of this without getting off.

The woman wanted her orgasm to come when the man's prick jabbed hard and deep into her cunt, not an instant before.

«Wet,» he said, his hand running between her thighs. She tensed her muscles and pressed her legs tightly together. The feel of his hand working along the length of her sex gash sent tremors throughout her body. This was nice; it would be better soon.

«For you, Ben darling,» she said. Her hands stroked through the man's hair as she straddled his waist. This wasn't the most comfortable position since it spread her legs almost painfully wide. Also, her damned panties were still between his prick and her needy, dripping pussy.

His hands worked down the naked woman's flanks, tracing out each and every rib, then moving up under her boobs. He took one jug in each hand, then squeezed. Velvet thought she was going to lose her mind as the carnal sensations wracked her body. The feel of his fingers against her soft, creamy titflesh made her think he had dipped his hands in acid.

But he'd done nothing of the sort. She was just so powerfully turned on, every single touch was magnified a dozen times. In spite of herself, she felt her hips thrusting and moving back and forth on the man's lap. His prick was still hidden behind his fly. She had to change that. But her hands trembled so much, she moved instead to the easier task of getting Ben's shirt off. She ended up stripping it apart, sending buttons flying like tiny tops to all parts of the room. It was crude but it worked.

«Move over a little,» he urged. His hands worked across her waist and lifted her so that she was straddling only one of his legs. The impact of his upper thigh against her crotch was almost more than she could stand. Velvet began moving to and fro, trying to imitate a good fucking rhythm, as she ground her pussy down powerfully into his leg. She left behind a long wet spot, but neither noticed.

Ben quickly freed his cock and Velvet immediately felt that hot, hard shaft of cockflesh pressing into her thigh. Reaching down, she grabbed it just under the purpled head. Never had a cock felt nicer to her. She couldn't wait to get it inside her where it would do her even more good.

«Those panties have got to go,» said Ben. The sweat poured from his face as he bent forward and kissed at her jiggling knockers. His tongue reached out and played with one of her turgid nipples. A lightning bolt of delight lanced into her chest. She leaned back under that oral assault and would have fallen if he hadn't caught her.

His teasing, tormenting mouth went lower. She felt the coolness where his saliva evaporated from her superheated flesh. When his lips reached the top of her furred pussy mound, she gasped. His teeth cut into her most sensitive areas. His chin banged hard against her hidden cunt lips. And his teeth finally secured a grip on the top of her panties.

He pushed her to her feet, then tossed his head. With a single yank, he managed to get her panties pulled down over the ripe, lush curves of her buttocks. He tossed his head again and got the flimsy fabric down over her thighs. Gravity did the work from then on. The panties dropped around her ankles and Velvet kicked free of the unwanted garment.

«It's yours, Ben. Go on, tongue-fuck my pussy!»

She wantonly spread her legs as wide as she could, her ass resting on the edge of his desk. Her crotch was at the same level as his face. The fragrant odor of an aroused cunt came to the man, making his mouth water even more. But this wasn't what he had in mind.

Standing, he moved into the vee of her legs. The head of his cock prodded into her trembling cunt lips. She sobbed and sagged down so that the head of his prick entered her.

«Fuck me. Ohhh, Ben darling, this is even better. Do it to me! I need you all the way up my poor little cunny!»

«It's little,» he gasped out, «but it's not poor. It's the best goddamn cunt I ever felt. I'm not even all the way in and already you're trying to mash me flat!»

He thrust upward and sank a full six inches into her cunt. The shock of entry made both of them stiffen. Her pussy walls collapsed powerfully around his hidden length, squeezing and caressing, lubricating and sweetly torturing him.

The man's arms circled Velvet's trim waist, then grabbed at her curvy asscheeks. The feel of that warm flesh against the palms of his hands turned him on more than he'd thought. He could drop down on top of her and fuck her in the time-honored missionary position, but he knew it would rob him of the sight of her tits bouncing and jiggling. He loved the feel of the hard points of her nipples trying to poke into his chest so much he refused to give it up.

Using his grip on her ass, he whirled her around and fell onto his back on the desktop. He pulled Velvet along with him, his prick never leaving the blue-black nest of her pussy. She quickly positioned herself over his waist, her legs on either side of his body.

«Go on, Velvet, fuck yourself. You set the speed and tempo and I'll do the rest.»

«Just stay hard inside me, Ben. God, you fill me up like no other man ever has.»

And she meant every word of it. The swollen cock in the tight berth of her cunt throbbed with a virile life that turned her into a sex-crazed maniac. She had to sample all that prick had to offer and she had to do it right away.

Rising up slowly, she felt the lovely agony of his dick leaving her belly. The vacuum wasn't too bad but the hollow feeling as his cock slipped free bothered her the most. When only the knobbed end of his fuck stick remained in the erotically kissing embrace of her labia, she wiggled her hips from side to side and prepared for her next move.

It was simple. The woman relaxed and let gravity do the work for her. She rocketed down, taking his pole into her slackened cunt with ease. The friction of the passage warmed her up just a little more and made her all the more eager to repeat the process.

Rising again, dropping heavily, she started the up and down fucking and kept it going until she was almost at the point of coming. His hands moved restlessly over her ass, kneading the soft flesh and trying to reform it into new and wondrously erotic creations. Whenever he released the half-moons, they resiliently snapped back into their original delightful shapes.

And then he changed his tactics. She felt his hands circling around her body again and cupping her tits. He guided her in the rhythm he wanted. She could do nothing but obey the silent command given by those gripping, tormenting hands.

His thumbs and forefingers captured her rock-hard nipples and rolled them in tiny circles. As their passions mounted and she fucked herself faster and faster on his upright cock, the tiny circles he moved her nipples in became big ones. By the time she was fucking herself all out, she thought he was going to rip her boobs off her chest.

«God, oh sweet Jesus, it's too much,» she sobbed out. She had closed her eyes and tossed her head, sending a cascade of black hair flying about her face. The feel of his hands moving against her tits was almost enough to make her come. So could feel his cock reaming out her pussy. The freedom she had in the fucking pushed her nearer the edge of her orgasm.

When she reached down between her legs and stroked lightly over her own clit, she did come. Hard. Never in her life had Velvet experienced a more potent climax.

She soared on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy, floating and diving, twisting and turning and relishing every single instant of the ultimate in human sensation.

«God, Ben, it's too much. I can't take any more. I love it so much but my body won't take it!»

«Bullshit,» he grunted. «This is just getting good. Try to relax just a bit, then let yourself go. That'll be a real come, one you'll remember for years!»

Velvet tried to follow his instructions but it was difficult. The friction of his cock fucking so strongly in and out of her pussy warmed her loins and set tiny watchfires burning in her guts. Without too much effort those tiny fires could turn into conflagrations threatening to totally consume her body.

She fucked herself faster in response to the man's hand movements on her tits. The way her boobs expanded with more and more blood being pumped from her heart, she thought they would explode. The lewd squashing sound of his cock racing in and out of her tight pussy reached her ears and the sweat and sex odors from the fucking expanded her nostrils.

Velvet felt the telltale tensions mounting inside her body again. She had relaxed only for an instant. Being only flesh and blood, she simply couldn't relax all the way with that hard and hot virile cock inside her pussy. His hands pressed her tits together and rubbed one nipple against the other. The unique sensation got her off.

Her come was even better than the prior one. But it was sharp and quick, over too soon. She was turning into a sex junkie. She needed more, lots more fucking.

«Give it to me, Ben darling. I'm burning inside. I need to feel your cock, every single goddamn inch of it, in my hot cunt!»

Even as she spoke she was acting. Her hips went berserk. She fucked herself faster and harder than ever before. Velvet corkscrewed to and fro, grinding her hips down into Ben's crotch. She felt his bush stimulating her clit, making it twitch and tingle.

Hands on her tits, his cock vanishing repeatedly into her demanding cunt, the man couldn't stand it any longer. He began arching his back to drive his prick even deeper into her hot center. He felt the fuck juices squirting out around his prick but this hardly mattered. The tensions in his balls mounted, then snapped.

He came, spewing out his sweet flowing come into her pussy. She tensed and shrieked as the flaming juices hit her sensitive cunt walls. Their groins locked together in the most intimate of all possible touches, straining and grinding until both of them were sated and exhausted.

Velvet collapsed forward, her still-hard nipples poking into the man's hairy chest. She smiled at him and kissed his lips lightly.

«You're great, Ben, none better.»

«Bitch,» he said. «You got the reporting job.»

«Ben, don't think you have to give it to me just because . . .»

«If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't get the job. But I know you do mean it so I'm giving you a chance. Just one.»

«Oh, Ben, that's all I want. I'll show you I can do a bang-up job!»

«You have,» he said, smiling up at her vivacious face. «You already have!»