Career Move

"What?" Alicia was floundering, what with her introduction to the huge proportions of Gavin's sex. "Yes, yes, anything you want."

"Let me hear you say it," Matt urged. "Tell me you want it."

He was close, she knew, and this would finish him off, but to say it with her hand wrapped around that huge shaft threatened to blow her mind. "When you're done fucking my pussy, babe, I want you to bend me over the bed and ram that beautiful cock of yours up right up my ... right up my ..." The implications overwhelmed her. Yes, Matt's cock was beautiful--capable of leaving any hole sore and satisfied. But it was not in the same league as the specimen over which she was currently running her hand. She could not even complete her intended sentiment. For Matt, however, the implication sufficed.

"Oh god--oh god--oh god ... Ohhhh!" She could picture him so clearly in his rapture. His body would be convulsing crazily on the sofa, as his cock jettisoned streams of cum onto his stomach, fist clutched hard to his pulsing cock-head as he pumped out the final spurts. "Oh my god ..." Gradually he panted back to normality. "Fucking hell, that was amazing."

Alicia did not intend to prolong the communication. She retained a dread that Gavin might expose her situation to the oblivious third member of their threesome, but she also had lust sizzling in her veins and craved full access to that massive dick, the one her hand was now actively stroking. The dislike she felt for her boss, however intense, was outstripped by her need to fuck him. To have that cock inside her. "Well you go sort out the restaurant, sweetheart, and think about getting the real thing later on tonight," she breathed to her boyfriend. "Kiss kiss." She made a lunge for the speakerphone button with the hand unconnected to Gavin's organ and cut the conversation dead.

There. Alone at last. Now time to give this bastard seducer her full attention.

Alicia turned and threw herself on Gavin, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and grasping the shaft of his prick, so she could explore its thick solidity to the full. His tongue quickly overpowered hers, mouth bearing down on her, while one powerful hand gripped the back of her head and crushed her face to his. She could feel the pulse of life in his cock as she ran her fingers over its dome, before plunging her hand all the way down its fabulous thick-veined trunk to cup the heavy, shaved balls in her palm.

He was wrenching her dress down to her waist now, tearing at the back fastening of her bra so he could rip the garment away from her overflowing tits and grope them unimpeded. It occurred to her that this man had probably fucked more pussy in his life than he could remember--that he should not be allowed to inveigle his cock inside her body, after it had drilled so many other wet female holes. She knew there was another man waiting for her--caring, appreciative, as respectful as he was horny--who had a right to her company and her throbbing sex that evening.

And yet she felt the overriding urge to give herself to Gavin completely, let him do whatever the hell he pleased with her body. She wanted to be a really hot fuck for him, one he would remember and jerk off to on future nights. So she wanked that giant prick heatedly, her fingers not quite fitting around it, until his lust blazed out of control. Then he threw her back onto his desk, sinking his face into the flesh of her left breast and sucking up her erect nipple between his teeth.

"Fuck!" She cried out in shocked response. He left plucking at her breast with his mouth and buried any further protests she might have made beneath another aggressive kiss. Her tongue thrashed vainly under assault from his. Then he released her mouth and slid all the way to his knees, raking his hands over the curves of her body as he did so. Blood hammered in her temples and sweat prickled her neck, as he gathered the skirt of her dress around her waist and took hold of the soaking fabric that lay beneath. With one swift and powerful movement of his hands he shredded her knickers, tearing them utterly free of her ass. The ruined material he tossed away, flicking his tongue over her exposed mound as he did, before burying his face in the juices of her cunt.

She cried out a second time as his tongue stretched to its root, fucking its way deep into her pussy, while his hands moulded tightly to her buttocks' generous flesh. She fell back onto the desk, kneading her full tits and tugging at her hard bottle-top nipples, as an exquisite tension built up in her loins and lower stomach. Before she knew, he had risen again, his tongue replaced in her snatch with two rapidly plunging fingers, his mouth hard on hers once more, smothering her in the flavour of her own juice.

Oh god, here it came, the orgasm she had been so close to on the phone. The tension broke and great spasms ripped through the muscles of her belly, as her already drenched pussy gushed all over Gavin's furiously frigging hand. Her hips bucked wildly, so that her fleshily cushioned ass-cheeks jammed repeatedly against the edge of the mahogany desk. Gavin broke his lock on her mouth so she could scream--"Oh-oh-oh-FUCK!" --as the orgasm tore its way through her body and her pussy continued to spray its fluids over his palm. Her ass was still juddering against the desk when he removed his fingers from her cunt and smeared them all over her face, no doubt further adding to the defacement of her running mascara.

"Oh yes, Alicia, you really are the hot bitch I was hoping for," he said in her face, his lips curled into a savage smile. "Come with me." He had gathered up the folds of her dress in one hand, crushed as they were around her waist, and with a firm hold on them he dragged her away from the desk before her orgasm had shuddered free of her body. She stumbled in her heels and tried to correct herself, but Gavin slapped his hand to her shoulder and shoved her to the thick-carpeted floor, so that she stared at last on his tremendous erection. Holy Christ, that fucker stretched the full nine inches.

"Right, Alicia," he rasped. "Show me how you suck your boyfriend's cock."

Her lips had already been parted to take on the proposition of his dick's bulging head, but at his words she held back, stung by a new pang of guilt. She could feel Matt's necklace bouncing softly against her naked breasts and instinctively made to remove it.

"No, leave it on," Gavin said instantly, a cruel knowingness his voice. "Lover-boy buy it for you?" Her face gave away too much. She could see him smile victoriously at her wordless reaction. "Then I definitely want you wearing it while I fuck you. Go on, let's see how you use that mouth of yours."

Gavin's cock loomed over Alicia, but she focused past it briefly to stare its owner in the face. "You're a bastard," she breathed, the end of the rearing column almost brushing her lips.

"And you're whoring your way to a job," Gavin replied evenly, "so let's not judge each other. Now suck my cock, or I'll fucking make you suck it."

Her dislike of him intensified, but so did her desire to taste the ridged monster that swayed before her face. Opening wide her lips she breathed in the head, her pussy lubricating anew as its pulsing heat filled her mouth. She found it more difficult than usual to explore the cock's surface--never before had she she contended with this type of girth--but she slithered her tongue over the veiny contours as best she could and heard Gavin's breathing quicken as she applied herself. She was aware of him calmly removing his shirt--eager, however cool his pretence, for further action.

This was what she wanted--for him to acknowledge through his deeds if not his words how good she was. To know how great Matt got it any time he asked, while Mr Gavin McClain would experience the delights of her bobbing head only this once. She inhaled his thickness into the back of her mouth, sucking on him insistently while pumping the base of his shaft with one tightly gripping hand. Her tongue wriggled out and lapped at the underside of the organ, allowing a trickle of drool to spill its way towards his balls.

"Nice," Gavin said, an unmistakable growl in his voice. "I like your work, Alicia. But please, no hands." He took hold of her wrist and plucked her fingers away from his shaft. Then he seized her by the hair and pulled her down on to him, so that he filled her to the throat. She gagged on his sheer size. For the first time since she had gone down on a boyfriend in the back of his car as a callow teen, she was having trouble sucking dick. Swiftly she withdrew, swallowing down the onset of nausea, thick saliva trailing between her lips and Gavin's cock.

"Having trouble?" He reached down and heaved her bodily from the floor as she gasped, the spit still hanging from her lips. "Now I thought an experienced girl like you could cope with anything. Let's try it a different way." He pulled free of the trousers and shorts that had gathered around the bottom of his legs; then with startling strength he whirled her near-naked body around and propelled her backwards through the office. She had a brief sense of this iron man bearing down on her with a wolf-like intensity, as she stumbled in high-heeled reverse. Then her calves met an obstruction and she tumbled backwards onto a dark leather sofa.

"No, not like that." Gavin took hold of her by a shoulder and thigh and began to haul her down onto the sofa bottom. "Come on, hang you head over the edge. Let's get a decent shot at goal. This is where you earn yourself that job." She realised what he was intending and although it panicked her, she struggled around, draping herself upside-down, so that her head hung backwards off the sofa cushions. Matt's necklace slipped down her neck, the pendant ending up resting on her chin. "Now not every girl's throat is ready to take me to the balls, Alicia," her boss said, determination in his voice as he knelt down astride her. His spit-shined erection hovered above her face. "But I've a feeling yours will be one of the few. Open wide."

Alicia was perfectly placed for Gavin to insert himself fully and her heart pounded in expectation. She let her mouth gape and concentrated on breathing through her nose, as Gavin fitted the glans between her teeth and began to slide his thick length inside her, hands clamping on either side of her head to keep everything in place. Staring from her unique vantage point she had a close-up view of his shaft as it made its inexorable passage, like a vast ship docking in her throat. That or she was a sword-swallower, about to sheath this mighty male weapon all the way down to her stomach. For a moment she thought she was going to gag again, as he eased himself beyond the root of her tongue. Then with a sudden thrust he buried the rest of his inches, jamming his cock-head deep into her gullet. He held himself there, iron thighs clutching either side of her head, swollen balls tight against her face.

She tried to focus on nose-breathing, mouth and throat crammed as they were with hard cock. God, she could feel Gavin's spare inches right there, stuffed down her fucking neck. The intensity of the moment all but overwhelmed her. "That's it, girl." She could tell he was speaking through clenched teeth. "Hold it there ... Hold it there ..." He withdrew rapidly, dislodging that great length of man-flesh from the tight ravine in a single move. A viscous web of saliva trailed from her mouth after his dick, great looping strands breaking and splatting on to her eyes and forehead. "Nice and juicy," he said with breathy satisfaction. "That's a pretty sight." Then he raised Alicia's head and rubbed his wet cock all over her face. "Plus it'll make things easier." Before she could prepare herself, he lowered her head again, plunged himself back inside to the balls and started to throat-fuck her in earnest.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes, that's the fucking business," he groaned, clutching her tits in great handfuls and pumping rapidly in and out of her saliva-lubricated gorge. She could hear the obscene noises of wet suction his dick was making in her throat, as his vigorous thrusting stretched her vocal tract wide. Christ ... was this how he treated all his conquests? Fucker--filthy horny ...

"Ohhh--fuck!" His enjoyment was fierce as he pulled out, before re-inserting himself in the same uncompromising fashion as before. "This is what it's all about, Alicia," he said in a kind of ecstatic snarl. "Fucking a throat like it's a tight - wet - cunt!" He thrust savagely on the last three words, his ball-sac slapping into her nose each time; then he extracted himself, his shaft draping her face in another net of drool as it emerged from her mouth's slimy tunnel.

She lay, sucking in air and waiting for the next crazed oral penetration, alarmed yet wildly aroused by Gavin's mastery of her body. Instead she was taken under the armpits and wrenched upwards from her inverted position. "Okay," her uncompromising seducer said, dragging her onto her feet. "Now I really have to stick it in your cunt." He seized her by the wrists and lay down on the sofa, dragging her with him. His cock was bobbing upright between them, a great, glistening spear of flesh, ready to shaft once more into her wetness. "Go on, sit your pussy down on it and ride me like you do lover-boy."

"God, you're a fucking bastard," she snarled, but she squatted above his erection nonetheless, slotting the bulging head between her sopping cunt-lips. There was no way she was missing out on this. She let gravity take her, sinking down in a slow self-impalement on the thick pole. His girth stretch her soft, wet walls and gradually his length filled her up the way Matt did, only with additional inches at the base still to be thrust inside. She could take him though--she could take this greedy, arrogant pig and fuck the breath out of his lungs. Work him with the best pussy he'd ever had.

He was immense inside her, scarily so, but she wouldn't let him see the fear. She took a moment to adjust to all that hard dick, then planting her hands on his broad chest and tensing her thighs, she began to grind her cunt up and down his shaft's slippery surface, biting her lower lip and staring defiance. "This what you want? This what your cock's been waiting for? Well enjoy it. 'Lover-boy' gets it any time he damn well asks, you've got it for one night."

Gavin returned her stare, wearing a look of contained pleasure as she pumped herself evenly on him. "Oh don't you worry, sweetheart, I'll make the most of it," he breathed. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

The calmness of his words stung her and immediately she quickened her pace, slapping herself harder onto him so that more of his length plunged into her squishing depths. Hell, he was huge, but she could do this thing. "Bastard, I'll fuck the living shit out of you." Her fingernails dug into his pectoral muscles as she raised herself high up the walls of his shaft, then drove back down again, submerging as much of his column as she could in the hot flesh of her cunt. Perspiration was on his face and his breath quickened. Beneath her his groin responded instinctively to the urgent rhythm of her pussy, thrusting in time, and she loved it. For all his experience, she would show this self-satisfied prick what it meant to get fucked.

"Go on Alicia, that's it--show me how much you want that job," he said, slapping his hands to her ample thighs and pulling her down from her squat, so that she sat her full weight on his spearing member.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" Finally she was penetrated by his full length. Never before had so much throbbing meat been packed up inside her, but adrenalin was surging through her and by Christ she would show him she was ready for it, for all he had to give. With Gavin still supporting her thighs she began to slam determinedly, dementedly on his cock, the matted ends of her hair dancing round her sweat-bathed neck and shoulders, her big tits bouncing extravagantly before his gaze, while her boyfriend's necklace danced about their surface. She was taking the full length of his weapon every time she landed now and from his burning stare it was clear he fucking loved it. Loved the way it made his cock feel ...

Yes, and loved knowing that he was filling her utterly, like she'd never been filled to this night. Bastard--he knew how much she was getting off on it. There was no denying how exciting this was, riding the granite-hard dick of this self-serving shitheel, pounding herself on his great steel erection and fucking her way to a better job in the process. Oh god, oh god, oh fuck ... She was going to come again. She slapped her hand to her engorged clitoris and began to work it, even as she drove herself repeatedly onto him. The climax was almost instantaneous, a mighty rippling surge that shuddered its way from her crammed belly to all the extremities of her body, making her thrash and scream as it did so.

Gavin grabbed her upper body and pulled her down to him while she was still in her orgasmic throes, so he could suck hungrily on her lust-engorged nipples. Then as if driven by some fierce inner compulsion he pulled her over him, so that she slid all the way off his cock. She tumbled forward, butting her head on the sofa's soft arm, while Gavin extricated himself from under her perspiring body. He was behind her in an instant, heaving her ass into his desired position and shoving her thighs apart, so he could penetrate her swiftly and lustily from behind. It all happened in an instant--emptied, up-ended and filled all over again.

Now he was in control, screwing her with deliberate, full-blooded strokes, each of which accessed her moist inner recesses and made her scream with pleasure. No one had ever made such demands on her pussy before. Christ she was going to feel this later, but for now it suited her well, having her cunt hammered by this most dominant of bosses.

Gavin was speeding up his rhythm, grunting intensely on each thrust, when he stopped and pulled out completely. What, was he done, about to spurt all over her ass? Relief and disappointment were dawning on her together, before he grabbed her hair and the crumpled dress-folds and hauled her off the sofa. "Come with me." His eyes were alive with intent, as he wound his hand around the thick yellow strand that girdled her and propelled her tottering across the floor. Where the fuck was he taking her now?

He steered her to his desk, then on a seeming afterthought dragged her beyond it to where the photocopier hummed. "Hop on top," he said with a burst of almost boyish enthusiasm, and he flipped up the copier lid. "Go on, sit on it and spread your legs." So enthralled was she by the moment's raw excitement, that she did what she was told and hoisted herself onto the machine, splaying the folds of her cunt on the cold glass surface. "A memento," he said, grinning as he stabbed at the controls.

"You dirty fucker," Alicia panted, as the copier flashed its path beneath her, capturing all the intimacy of her wet sex.

"And that's how you like it, right, Alicia?" he said, with a glance that dared her to deny it. "Now get up on the desk. I want some of that 'special love'." She felt a flutter of trepidation in her stomach, as his meaning struck her. "You heard me, Alicia. If your boyfriend gets it, then so do I. Stick that ass in the air for me and spread those cheeks. I'm coming in."

Oh sweet God ...

He was back to his hands-on approach, rolling her body from the copier straight onto the desk, urging her back into the hands-and-knees position she had been made to adopt on the sofa. She knew what was on the way as he manhandled her into place and her anal muscles spasmed at the thought. How the hell was she going to manage this?

Alicia waited in position, heart thumping, as Gavin went in search of something behind his desk. "Here it is." He rose up, brandishing a transparent plastic bottle. Had he brought this in especially, or did he keep it there all the time? She could hear him flicking open the cap as he disappeared behind her. With one hand he prised her ass cheeks apart, then a gush of warm oil flooded the cleft between them. Gavin immediately plunged not one but two fingers into her anus, causing her to yelp as he worked his choice of lubricant up her surprised hole.