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A Night at the Club

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My frist day at the park

My first day at the park
Warning: If you don’t like young under age girls having sex or getting raped by older guys my stories are not for you. So please stop reading now and don’t read any of my stories. But for those of you that do please keep reading. This is my first story so please tell me what you think and how I can make my stories better.
I was walking to the park on a Saturday morning. It was about 7:00pm. And when I got to the park there was no there so I had thought. As I looked around I saw no cars or people. I had the park all to my self. It was a huge park. I could not see to the back of the park. So I walk along the walking track. That was there to take me around the whole park. So as I started to walk around the park and saw the play grown and the swings and the slides. As I continued to walk along the track I lost site of the street and keep walking.
There were tall tress and big bushes as wide as a car and as tall as a 10 foot fence. There were pink, yellow and red and white flowers all over the place. I came to a bench to what seamed like the middle of the park. And across from it was a little work out area. With pull up bars and stepping logs, and a water fountains. I was kind of thirsty so I went to get a drink of water and then keep walking. As I came up to a bend in the track all I saw was trees and bushes and flowers were every were.
I was so happy. Then as I walk for a bout 30 feet I hared a small noise coming form in the bushes. It sounded like a fait yelling. But it sounded so far away I just though it was coming from a house far a way or something. As I walk 5 more feet I could still her it again but it was really faint. So I look around and saw a little clearing in the bushes and got down on my hands and knees, and crawled in. As I went in I saw a long tunnel as I got further and further in. I started to smell something strong. Kind of like a sweaty boys locker room mix with the smell of stale beer and pee
The light in the tunnel got darker and darker but as my eyes adjusted there was just light enough to see were I was going. And as I got closer the yelling got louder, and sounded like a little girl voice but as I keep going in. The yelling stop so I stop crawling. Then it got quite and all I could here were was the birds singing in the tress. Then I here a low muffled talking it sounded like a guy’s voice. So I started to keep crawling in slowly so he did not her me.
Then as I came to a large opening in the bushes, Just big enough to stand up in. I went in I could see better now from a light coming from what look like the right wall of the bushes. As I went in the smell kind of went a way or I just got use to it. As I saw a couple of old sleeping bags and some blankets and a 2 boxes in he corner of he other side I look in one of the boxes and saw some girl toys like bribes and coloring books and some candy. This look like a girls hide out from the looks of the blankets and the toys. Seeing that made me feel a little safer being there.
As I sat there listing to what the guys was saying. I started to her little girl giggle and laughing. Then as I quietly got closer I could see into the hide out next to me. And see the guy and the little girl. He was ticking her and she had a lollypop in her mouth. The guy was white and all he had on was his boxer shorts on and a white t-shirt. The little girl had on a white dress and pink panties from with I could see. Then I saw the guy pull out what look like a little perfume bottle from a box he had in there. Then I saw him squirt a few squirts of perfume on is neck and then open his boxes and squirted some on his dick. He use a lot because I could smell too. But it smelled really good. Like roses and honey. Then he put some on his finger and rub it on the girl’s lollypop and on her lips. Then the guy gave the girl back the lollypop and she started to suck on it again. I hared the girl to read her a story form the children’s book. He had in there. And he did she look like she was no older the 4 years old.
Then he gave her a soda and she drank it. And then she wanted water. And he gave her a big bottle of water too. As he continued the story I was kind of getting thirsty too. And I was getting really warm. The weather channel said it was gona be really hot to day like in the 100s. So thank god I just had a dress and panties on. As the guy keeps reading I could tell she was getting hot to cause she drank half the bottle of water down. And I could see her starting to sweet.
I was starting too sweet as well. But for some reason I was felling really good. And parts of my body started to tingle. It started in my toes and went up all the way to my nose. Then he finished the story and started to touch her and put her on his lap. Then he turn on a little radio that was next to him. The little girl ask to take off her dress and he took it off of her. Then he ask the little girl to dance for him. She is a really cute girl with brown hair and brown eyes.
She had a nice thin body and small pink little nipples. Then I saw her start to slowly rock back and forth in his lap. Then I started to feel my body starting to tingle again as I watch her rock her hips. But this time the tingle was down in my panties. And I was getting so hot I took of my dress, trying not to make any noise. As I watch her, it was like he was fucking her but he wasn’t well not yet any way. I started to uncontrollably put my hand down my little panties and started to rub my little tight pussy lips.
I didn’t even notice that they were wet. It was like I was hypmatize. I could not stop. As I was watching this it was so wrong but. It felt so good to watch and play with my self. I could her both of them moaning. I just hope that they could not her me moaning as well. I saw his huge Bonner popping out from his boxers. As I watch her slide back and forth along his huge poll. Then he started to tickle her and she started to giggle and laugh uncontrollably.
From how the guy was tickling her I just knew any mint she was goan pee. And sure enough she peed. Watching her gold pee gushing out of her was so hot. And got me turn on even more. As I saw her pee got all over his dick and his boxers. I just wanted to remover her panties and suck on her pussy as see peed. I was trying so hard not to moan so loud. I did not want him to her me and get caught. Just then he turn up the radio and pulled her panties over to the side.
I saw her little pussy lips slide back and forth on his now throbbing dick. I wanted so badly to be that little girl. Sliding back and forth on his big huge thick dick. Then he made her stop and suck his dick. He said it ok its taste like the lollypop you were just sucking on. Then as she stared to suck on the tip of his huge throbbing dick I was getting close to my own orgasm. I was so scared he would her me playing with my self and moaning. I wanted to stop I tried to move my had away but I couldn’t. It was like I had not control over my own body.
I could see him move her little head up and down faster and faster. I just knew he was gona have an orgasm of his own. And blow his huge thick load of cum right down her throat. As my orgasm was building up to no return. I saw him force the little girl’s hade all the way down his long throbbing dick. And both he and I both orgasm together.
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Brad’s first time, five years later

It had been several years since Angie & Brads encounter in the duplex in Ohio. Angie remembered fondly the time they had spent together, when she had taught young Brad the secrets of physical passion. But once her college classes were completed, Angie moved to a different state where she had been working for a computer corporation.
Angie now traveled often on business trips, and her luscious body and pretty face didn’t hurt her sales. Men would go to great lengths to spend more time with her than the other salesmen. They wanted to watch her perfect butt, and perky breasts more than they needed computers. Angie just smiled and talked about her products, she was very animated, this gave her the opportunity to show off her athletic build.
It was early spring and Angie found herself on a trip to Ohio, she decided to look for Brad.
“Brad should be about 17 now” she thought as she drove her rental car to her old neighborhood. She quickly found the old duplex and parked in front. As she walked towards the door she could feel her legs tremble, she was excited and afraid of this encounter.
She knocked on the door, and when it swung open, Brad’s mom appeared. She smiled broadly.
“Well, if it isn’t Angie!” said Brads mom.
“Hi!” said Angie, “I was in town and I thought I would come see the old neighborhood.”
“Well come on” said Brads Mom, “My husbands still at work, and Brad is at band practice at school”
Angie didn’t want to appear too interested in Brad so she went in a chatted with Brads Mom. As they talked, Angie picked up bits and pieces of information about Brad: he was in Washington High school, making good grades, no steady girlfriend. Angie chatted a bit longer then said goodbye, she said she had to go visit one of her clients.
It was almost 4:00 in the afternoon, Angie raced across town to Washington High hoping to find Brad before she had to fly back home. Her heart was pounding. Brad, even though he had been very young, had been one of her favorite lovers. He had always been open and honest as most children are, but he had the passion of a grown man, even then.
She found the high school and parked by the auditorium. She looked in the mirror: her long dark hair flowed by her pretty face, her green eyes and full lips were still as gorgeous as they had been in her twenties. As she got out of the car, she smoothed her dress and checked her reflection in the car windows: she still had a tight athletic body that looked great in her business skirt, jacket and sheer white blouse. As she looked at her reflection, she had an idea that added to her excitement.
She picked up her purse and walked into the auditorium. The auditorium was empty but she could hear the students practicing their instruments somewhere in the back. “Brad’s here!” she thought as she looked around for a bathroom. She found one a walked quickly towards it: her high heels clicking on the hard floor. Once in the bathroom she quickly removed her jacket and blouse and hung them over the coat hook. She took off her camisole, which was essential in the business world when she wore her sheer white blouse. She removed her bra and stuffed it and the camisole into her purse.
As she put her blouse on, she could see her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts had actually become better looking over the last few years: they still had the smooth brown skin and perfect small, hard nipples. But now they had a little more ‘jiggle’ in them since they weren’t so high and tight as they had been in her twenties. They looked spectacular under the almost completely see-through blouse. She put on her jacket to cover her nearly exposed breasts. The jacket and the shadows it produced covered the near nakedness of the blouse. She walked back into the auditorium to look for Brad.
She followed the sound of the music to the back of the auditorium and found herself by a doorway to a small room in which several teen-age boys sat playing their instruments. She took a deep breath as she recognized Brad; he’d grown up well. Brad was now a tall, handsome young man with well groomed blond hair. She watched him for a few moments from the doorway as he guided his fellow students through their practice.
He had an easy, confident air and a quick dazzling smile. Angie’s heart was pounding, she was sexually excited, but that was nothing new. She had a new feeling that took her a moment to recognize: she was proud! She knew her gentle & honest encounter with the 11 year old Brad had helped mold him into this fine young man; how else could he be so confident at 17?!
She waited for the music to stop and stepped into the room.
“Hello Brad” she said, her voice was too was a little lower than it had been in her twenties.
“Hello” Brad said as he turned toward the woman who had greeted him. She was pretty, well dressed, obviously a professional business woman. “Who is this person?” he asked himself as looked at her high-heel shoes, her shapely legs and hips under her smart business skirt and her ‘all-business’ jacket. He flashed that dazzling smile and exclaimed “Angie!” as he stepped forward to hug the first woman he’d ever loved.
“This is great! I thought about you all the time and wondered if I’d ever see you again!” he said as he held her closely. She held him tightly too. “Hey Guys, this is a dear friend of mine; Angie”.
Angie marveled at his muscles, his smooth voice, his poise and self assured manner. She was thrilled that he chose the word ‘dear friend’ instead of ‘old friend’. She was probably prettier than she ever was, but she was still a woman. And no woman wants to be called ‘old’. Brad already knew that, at 17, when most boys are stumbling over their words trying to make any sense at all. “Yes”, thought Angie, “I am very proud of this boy, this man!”
“How have you been” asked Angie, looking deeply into his blue eyes, but her eyes were asking much, much more: “are you happy? Did I harm you? Do you now believe what a natural lover you were? Is everything OK? Was I wrong to be with you? Am I wrong to be here now?” were the questions that raced through her mind.
Brad knew her concerns, and answered all of them with a smile and a slight nod as he held Angie by her shoulders and stared into her green eyes “I’m OK, Angie, better than OK” he said softly, “you helped me, you never hurt me, you gave me a head start into adulthood that has helped me in every possible way, I’m very happy”.
“That’s so good to hear Brad” Angie said, her body finally able to relax “ I missed you Brad, I thought about you all the time too”. She was surprised by the intensity of the emotions that flooded her mind, she had thought it was just sex, but there was something more…She lowered her eyes as Brad held her with his hands firmly on her shoulders, when she raised her eyes she saw that Brad was no longer staring into her eyes. Her jacket had pulled open exposing the flimsy cloth that covered her perfect breasts, he was staring at the breasts that brought back so many memories. As he looked, Angie could feel her nipples harden by the cool air and Brad’s hot stare. “Oh…” she said, “I didn’t have time to buy a gift, so I wore this to surprise you”.
“That’s better than any gift” he said to her, “Guys, you’re on your own, I have some catching up to do” he call out to the musicions as he steered Angie out the door, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. “Angie?” he said, “I think I love you”.
“I think love you too” blushed Angie, hoping he wouldn’t be some teenage love struck schoolboy, hoping he’d remember one of the most important lessons she’d taught him: “Love your woman Brad” she had told him 5 years ago, “treat her like a queen, but when it’s time for sex, take what you want. The bedroom is not the place for the royal treatment, in the bedroom a woman wants to know she pleases and satisfies her man, and that can only happen if you take what you want. Do that and your woman will be happy and know she is pleasing to you. Then you treat her like a queen later”. He had been able to take what he wanted as a boy, but now she wanted him to take what he wanted as a man.
“Angie…” he started as he guided her into the dimly lit room that held all of the padded floor mats the gymnasts used. “Angie I have thought about you too long, No girl has been able to please me like you did” he said as he closed the door and pushed her down on a stack of mats, kissing her firmly, maybe too firmly. He wanted Angie know that her queen treatment would come later, that he would take what he wanted now.
Angie knew, and was thrilled at his forcefulness. This was better than she’d ever imagined. She felt the moistness growing between her legs as Brad kissed her mouth, her neck, and somehow her breasts were naked to his lips. “How’d he do that?” she thought as she felt his hand on her thigh. She drifted off into a sexual bliss as Brad touched her mound with his hand as he kissed and sucked her stiff nipples.
Angie had taught him that sex was a natural healthy thing. Brad was not at all shy or inhibited about it now, Angie felt her clothes being taken off, felt herself being turned over on her belly, she felt her perfect butt being lifted into the air by one hand while his other hand held her head down on the mats. “I must have it this way” she heard him say as she saw him reach for her purse. She was confused, was he stealing her money? She tried to lift her head. He held her down even harder.
She saw his hand pull out of her purse, it wasn’t her wallet in his hand. It was the small squeeze bottle of hand lotion she kept to keep her skin from drying out in the dry air of all those airplane flights. “What is he up to?” she thought as she felt the lotion being squirted all over her beautiful, round, firm bottom. “Oh no…” she moaned as she felt him squirt the lotion on her anus. She tried to get up, to crawl away as he rubbed to lotion into and around her tight sphincter but he held her even tighter. “Brad.. oh Brad…” she gasped breathlessly, but she didn’t say no again.
She reached back and grabbed his penis, remembering the perfect little 2 ½ inch rod he had just a few short ears ago. “Brad?” she gasped as she felt his fully grown manhood. It was still perfect, but is was much bigger she discovered as she wrapped her small hand around it. She could just barely make her middle finger touch her thumb as she clutched his penis in her hand. His cock was so hard that it throbbed, it was so big she could barely close her hand around it. She pulled it hard towards her face, trying to please him with her mouth , but Brad would not let her. Brad would take what he wanted… she had taught him well.
Brad felt her body relax into submission. He knew that she was now his, his to use as he wanted. She would give him his pleasure now, just like she’d taught him. He knew she would be happy that she pleased him, that she could give him exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t shy or embarrassed. He wasn’t in a hurry or nervous. He was completely in control as he pushed his cock against her rectum. He sighed as he felt her give up any resistance and let him slide in.
Angie was no naïve school girl, she’d had a dick in her ass a time or two in her series of sexual adventures. One time, when she was much younger and ‘experimenting’, she’d had a cock in her ass and another in her mouth at the same time. But she’d never had one so hard, so perfect, so big ‘back there’ before. She felt her sphincter rebel and try to clench shut. She felt her body try to lay down on her belly to escape from this rear attack, but he pulled her butt up in the air and pushed deeper into her ass until his balls nestled against her pussy. She now pushed back, pushing her butt higher in the air, helping Brad drive his cock deeper into her rectum.
Brad let her relax for a moment without moving, letting her tight sphincter get used to his hard penis. Then he started stroking slowly, gently. Angie grunted softly each time he pressed back in, but she kept her ass high in the air for him. He stroked harder and harder, grabbing her hips with his strong hands as he drove his cock deeper and deeper, over and over, as he began pounding her ass.
Angie was grunting loudly with each stroke, she didn’t care if anyone heard, it felt too good. She reached back and started tickling her pussy, rubbing her clitoris as Brad pounded away at her ass. “Oh God!” she cried, “Grab my tits Brad, grab them hard” she was almost screaming as she felt his hand reach around and grab her right tit firmly. Then her left tit. He held them hard! It hurt! It hurt so good!
He did just what she wanted as he gripped her tits hard with his full hands and used them as handles to pull her towards him as he rammed his dick into her ass, she arched her back to help him keep balance and get more leverage on each stroke. “Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me” she chanted as she rubbed her clit faster and harder as she felt his dick somehow getting impossibly harder, somehow growing even bigger in her ass. It felt like it was going to rip her apart and she knew he was close to cumming as she drove herself to climax just as he started spurting huge jets of semen deep into her bowels.
His pumping slowed, his body relaxed. She lowered herself to her belly with him still in her as they basked in the afterglow of a terrific climax. He finally pulled out and rolled over beside her as she felt her tortured anus try to keep what seemed like gallons of cum from draining out of her ass.
“Brad” she said in a soft, tired, but happy voice, ,”I’ve got to catch a plane, may I call you later, come visit you later?”
“You know you can Angie” said Brad, “you’re my queen” he smiled drowsily, they both got the joke.
She kissed him gently on his lips, he kissed her back even more gently.
She left him sleeping on those mats as she quietly, happily left to catch her flight.

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Victorious part 3

The next day for Victor and Meredith was a continuance of all the previous days for a few hours.
“Carmine? Meredith needs you in her office for a word about the numbers before lunch.”
Carmine didn’t do well for the week, and it was past eleven thirty.
“Oh great. Well let’s go office boy.”
She led the way in her tight designer dress. Carmine was an extreme extrovert like most salespeople, and was of the thought that the office was the place to be beautiful. She wore a dress that could get her past the V.I.P. rope in a club. It was white and very tight with a short skirt. Several gold necklaces covered more of her chest then her open top. Some women wore that type of dress as a stylish shirt over jeans or leather pants.
They stepped into Meredith’s dark office. Her windows were shaded and the lights were off. Most of the light in the room came from the glass wall. In the back of the dark room, only the computer’s screensaver and the charging lights for her cell phone were casting light.
Meredith sat waiting at the desk. She wore a black dress suit with only a hint of white blouse over her lapel.
“Hello Meredith, you should get some light it’s unhealthy.” Carmine said in greeting. Like most office workers, she was afraid being in the dark room. Unlike most, she faced her fear by crossing into the depths of the room to stand over Meredith at her desk.
Victor stood quietly by the windows.
“How are your numbers for this week?” Meredith said coolly.
“I’ll have them by the end of the day. I hope to finish a few things.” Carmine avoided.
“How are your numbers so far for the week?” Meredith was like an army laying siege, Carmine could only look on as systematically, and methodically Meredith plugged along through excuses and twisted ambiguity.
“Five including the new Tarsus model.” She said trying to add a good ring to it.
“You did ten last week and those five were finalized extras that went through on Monday and Tuesday. Now, this week, you’re behind the twelve you needed.”
“Well I…” Carmine struggled.
“How do I punish you?” Carmine straightened. “Fifteen in two weeks is not good enough.” Carmine rightly feared being fired. It was a Friday at lunchtime, the perfect time to clean out the desk. It seemed these talks were fairly common, and no one likes their money played with.
“Well I…” Victor watched the gears start turning.
“I have a way to help you.”
Carmine nearly missed that as she thought about her excuse. “I… uh what?”
“Victor says it’s a mental thing, making lots of sales one week and being sluggish the next. Something about not being hungry.” Behind them, the office emptied for lunch at Chili’s. “Are you hungry?” Meredith asked perhaps meaning literally.
“Ah no..ah yes.” Carmine answered perhaps meaning figuratively.
Victor could guess by Carmine’s face she had lost her appetite with the conversation.
“Well, after this you should be able to go eat where you want.” Carmine stiffened further Victor could see waterworks getting ready. “Will you be hungry to sell next week?”
“Yes Meredith, next week will be great.” She blurted.
“What do you do that puts you at ease? Can I relax you for you too do better? What do you do with your money? You don’t have to answer.”
Carmine felt she couldn’t not answer. “I go out. Pay bills. This is a good job.” She nodded to herself.
“Where do you go? Do you wait, or look for acceptable men at fun places at night, or do you have an… other with you?”
Victor was amused how she seemed to have asked Carmine if she was a whore or a lesbian.
Carmine wasn’t thinking too clearly about what was said or its meaning, and was just of blurting what ever she thought. “I go out and have fun with friends, yes.” She said unable to hide her frantic confusion.
Meredith arched her fingers in front of her. Victor taught her to use it as a device to distract people from her chest when they were about to ask for the sale. “Are you satisfied?”
“Huh?” Carmine looked at Victor for understanding.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith leaned in.
“With going out?” Carmine said slowly. “I guess, it’s hit and miss.”
“It’s a waste of time. I am unable because of my schedule to consider that type of life.” Meredith turned and stood from the chair. “I think there is away to make you more satisfied spending time here. I feel that would center your life and allow you more success.”
Carmine nodded quickly thinking she was making progress. “I understand. I’ll make the company a larger part of my life.” missed Meredith’s meaning completely.
“You have to see it as the center Carmine. Not the car, the bills, or the friends. Without the job, you lose all the others.” Meredith said coming around the desk and sitting on it next to her. “You know you’ll lose it all without it right?”
Carmine seemed to pale and blush at the same time. “Yyyes.” She said fearfully.
Meredith looked deep into her. “Stable relationships make people happier at work do you know why?”
Carmen nodded gravely. “They do their business and go home without all the stress of trying to please other people all the time.”
Meredith paused trying to understand if that was an acceptable answer.
“Are you in a relationship?” Meredith continued.
“Umm no, not for a while now.” Carmine looked down and snuck an embarrassed look at Victor.
Meredith stiffened watching her. “You’re looking to get one?” She accused.
Carmen rolled her shoulders. “Umm yes, but I’m not able to find the one for me though. Many men act nice, but they all just take what they want and never call back. I’m sure you know how it is. They just want you cause your pretty but they’re not there for you. They just want well…they won’t cry with you. The guys I find don’t share my dreams or last long enough to hear them.” She said hanging her head.
Meredith looked over at Victor thoughtfully. Perhaps that was her feelings put to words.
“I have found one for myself.” Meredith said
Victor choked loudly at how hugely insensitive she was sounding.
Carmen literally was taken aback at the words. “Oh that’s…”
“You will have to be satisfied as I am. I want you not to be distracted.” Meredith looked her right in the eye. “I will help you.”
Meredith grabbed her head and latched onto her cheek with her teeth. Carmine gasped but Meredith caught her wrists. She brought her hands to the sides and slide up Carmine’s skirt.
Victor watched the two silently struggle. Carmine was helpless and made only little gasps under Meredith. The larger woman had trapped her hands down to her sides and her feet were in between Carmine’s. Controlling Carmine’s wrists, Meredith slide the helpless woman’s panties down slowly.
Meredith released her and whispered in her ear. Whatever she said made Carmine stop struggling her arms as she writhed.
She turned her head. “Come, Victor.”
He already had moved in next to them and now he moved behind Carmine. Victor wondered what she said to make her calm, and hoped charges weren’t about to be pressed. His cock leapt out and flopped along grazing Carmine’s bubbly ass.
She jumped feeling it but Meredith kept her from moving.
“Get down, a real relationship is give and take.” Meredith pushed Carmine by her shoulders to her knees. She stood over her and used her hip to push the back of her head over and onto him.
Carmine seemed to be in shock as she started to numbly give him a blowjob. Victor thought if anyone ever was shocked to find themselves sucking someone off, they would look like Carmine. Her style was uninspired. She used more of her lips then tongue and bobbed her mouth like a pussy.
“That’s why you can’t keep a man! Use your throat. Let him have your body. That’s exactly what your doing is using your body on his. You’re not good enough for Victor this way.” Meredith said pushing her in harder.
She ruthlessly backed off Carmine and threw her onto his cock. Tears flowed down her face wrecking her carefully applied makeup. “This is the pleasure of giving.” She said after ramming them together for a few minutes. Victor was already quite hard and his cock was covered in the thick saliva found in Carmine’s throat.
Meredith pulled off Carmine and bent her over the desk. “This is the pleasure of receiving.” She bent in and pushed her nose into Carmine’s ass as she sloughed around and burrowed her face into her forcefully.
Carmine danced on her face panting open mouthed. Meredith had picked her feet off the floor with the force of her face pushing in. Carmine started to slap the desk and finally with a keening wail she let out a gush that flowed out on Meredith.
She sagged and limply fell across the desk in a heap as Meredith untangled herself and stood.
“What did you tell her?” Victor asked curious.
“I told her if she relaxed she would enjoy it and keep her job.”
“Wow that’s pretty bold of you. They call that coercion.” He added.
“It was important, and I feel it will make her better.” Meredith replied as she stroked Carmines ass. Carmine shivered and sobbed but didn’t move. “Are you satisfied? Do you want more Carmine? Can you take more?”
“Please, be gentle with me.” She said quietly and tried pulling up her knees onto the desk and raising her ass.
“This is what you want?” Victor asked taking off his pants and pulling her to the side.
“Yes.” She hissed as he slid her up on the corner of the desk. He had her squat so her knees were straddling the desk and her clit bore the weight of her body on the corner of the desk. He pulled her arms back bending the elbows and bringing her hands to the back of her neck. He interlaced a few of her fingers, and with one hand he held them there, with his other hand, Victor brought his cock up to her drooling hole.
“Carmine, you want this cock?” He asked to be sure.
“Yes Vic, please.” She pleaded hoarsely.
He pushed into her and was surprised at her tightness. After the usual struggle, her body took his width fine, but he bottomed out less than halfway inside her. Her pussy was not as hot as Meredith’s was, nor as snug and accommodating, but it was wet from her earlier explosion and let him glide in and out fairly easily. He shoved against the back wall of her pussy claiming more space for himself inside her. Carmine started wriggling under him and her feet slid out from under her as she tried to move off of him.
“Aww, what the hell Carmine? Do you want this dick or not?” He hissed pushing further into her struggling body. Her legs straightened behind him and her ass clenched.
He paused and leaned into her ear. “Hold still.” He soothed and pushed her down on the desk as she started panicking.
He heaved into her pushing harder and deeper in a building rhythm. He had the ability to fuck her for days and showed it by setting a brutal speed that left her flopping on the table like an electrocuted fish. Behind him, Meredith shut the office door and turned back to watch.
Carmine bucked her head up and froze with a quiet orgasm after a few minutes as Victor continued to slam her. After ten minutes, she silently arched onto her face and hips as her body locked up and he felt another liquid explosion douse his cock and balls. Meredith watched her pupils dance in drunken circles under her wrecked makeup and half closed eyelids. After she came down, the once proud Latina loudly hyperventilated trying to get down her oxygen deficit.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith asked almost cruelly.
“Oh god, you’re gonna kill me.” She moaned.
Victor chuckled at her still keeping up his pace. “Mercy, Carmine. Do you want mercy?” His voice was flat, even, and sounded bored despite his Herculean effort. Her spasming pussy was wet as ever but he could feel it starting to swell around him from the abuse.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Vic, you’re the man! Mercy.”
Victor pulled back and Meredith came to him immediately. Meredith quite transparently, was checking to see if he came. Satisfied, she stood and hugged him tightly, pressing her full body into him.
“How long will you be able to concentrate with that level of satisfaction?” Meredith asked from Victor’s side. Carmine huffed and didn’t move as twitches ran up and down her body.
She slumped over trying to right herself before replying. “I’ll work late tonight, I’ll come in this weekend, and I won’t go out. Is he going to do me like that again?”
“Likely. This weekend won’t work however.” Meredith said from behind him as she walked around to her desk. She paused looking at Carmines face in the light from the computer. “You should really clean yourself up.”
“Right, I just need a little moment.” Carmine pulled herself back onto the floor and sunk down to squat at the front of the desk. Her pussy made a burp as it was compressed and released air. “Damn, how long has it been?”
Outside the hooting, giggling, and murmurs of returning coworkers came through muffled from the work area outside. Some of the girls had large bags of family sized servings from their favorite restaurant and a nearby deli. The group set them out and scattered the boxes on a conference table.
“Shit.” Carmine said watching her co-workers serve themselves. She was trapped in.
“You’ll have to hurry. Perhaps you can be clever.” Meredith chided.
Victor noticed a budding smile.
Carmine rose and skulked to the door. She straightened what she could of her dress and looked at her reflection in the glass. She lowered her head and dashed out past her eating laughing co-workers. Only Misty the receptionist got a good look at her, the others only saw her flee holding her face.
“Oh my god! Was she fired?” a voice in the gaggle wondered aloud. They impotently repeated what they saw and eulogized their supposedly sacked comrade as they continued to eat. Carmine joined them in a few moments without makeup and heartily dug into the food spinning a story between bites.
In the shadows of her office, Meredith stood behind Victor and had swung her arms around his waist and softly chewed at his shoulder blade while looking at her employees.

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