This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
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"Maddie's pregnant again," the cute little intern said as she stroked Kevin's cock, which was pulled out of his designer suit pants as he sat back in his chair. "Is it yours?" she asked when he didn't respond. The news business was a rough and tumble game, nineteen year old Kayla knew that all too well. She was lucky to have Kevin as her mentor, and if doing him favors a couple times a week was the price, well she was more than happy to pay it. Besides, the stocky, good looking weatherman was cute and had amazing equipment.
"Maybe," Kevin sighed blissfully as the young girl's small hand worked his throbbing shaft delightfully. She wouldn't make him cum, not before the show, but afterwards he'd return to his small office and she'd be waiting for him. Her or another of the women that worked at the station. Kayla new her place and if one of the other on air talent ladies happened by, she'd make herself scarce.
"Was her last baby yours?" Kayla said before she slid her hand to the base of his shaft and took his velvet flesh into her mouth, wetting it so that her hand could slide along his pole easier. The taste of his cock in her mouth was intoxicating and it was all she could do to keep from taking him in her throat so that he could blast her tonsils with his seed.
"Maybe," he responded in the same tone. Kevin spent a moment remembering the first time he'd had Maddie Johnson on this very same desk. Months of working together had finally paid off when she'd hit a bump in her marriage and Kevin provided her a shoulder to cry on and his cock to cum on. Her marriage recovered, but fucking Kevin on a regular basis was part of that process she had rationalized, and so she never stopped. For his part, Kevin loved the way her breasts grew as the baby did inside of her. Her milk filled tits became an obsession of his, and he glazed them with his cum on more than a dozen occasions.
"It's time Kevin, the newscast is about to start." Kayla announced in a reverent tone. He knew that she'd finish him if he asked, but he liked going on air with a chub. Showing off to all those lonely housewives first thing in the morning was a sick thrill he enjoyed. Olivia had given him disgusted looks whenever she saw him walking on set with a raging hard on, which only made Kevin laugh. Soon enough Olivia would be added to his list.
"Good morning Bakersfield! We've got some morning fog rolling in from the north, so make sure you leave yourself some extra time to get to work this morning." The morning news was underway and Kevin was doing what he loved most. The camera operator tried to keep the shot above the waist, but after a minute the director's voice sounded in his ear and he pulled back for a wider shot. Viewers, just waking up and getting ready for their day, were treated to the generous tent in Kevin's trousers.
"I can't believe we don't get calls," Kristin Reiner said at the break. She was just one of the many pretty blondes the station hired as reporters. She'd worked her way up though, proving her abilities and her willingness to play the games necessary to land her a seat on the anchor desk.
"I guess our viewers don't mind," Kevin said with a smile. "I mean, you don't."
Kristin looked away, blushing. Kevin had talked her into a tryst once, months ago. Since then it was her chasing after him. One time wasn't enough and she had known it the moment he'd slid into her fully. The humiliating part was that Kevin knew it as well and had played hard to get with her ever since. She'd almost had to beg him the last time he'd bent her over the copier in the store room and fucked her from behind.
"No," she said looking back at him with slightly glossy eyes. "I don't mind at all, Kevin. Maybe after the show-"
"Not today, Kristin," Kevin cut her off. "I have a meeting with Alissa."
Kristin felt her heart break a little, as it did each time he brushed her off.
Alissa Iverson, the bomb shell chief meteorologist the station hired as a gamble a year back, was even worse than Kevin. While Kevin walked around the station like he owned every woman, Alissa did the same with the men. And some of the women as well. Just barely over five feet tall, the woman had an hourglass figure that made people stop in their tracks. Her on air personality was sweet, with a hint of innocent sensuality, but in reality she was a tigress on the prowl. Upon her arrival there was vicious whispering that she'd fucked the station manager for her job. A year later, it was common knowledge.
Kevin Charles had been furious to find out that they had named her chief meteorologist, certain the position was his. He'd put in his time and to be passed over was more than he could take. He'd stormed into Alissa's suite and demanded to know why she had stolen his position.
"It's business, Kevin," Alissa said in her sweet tone. Her soft, shining blond hair hanging about her shoulders. Her makeup had already been applied for the upcoming newscast and to Kevin she looked like a life size sex doll. "People want to see this," she said as she spun around in front of him, "when they get the weather. No one wants to see that," pointing at him.
"I'll give you something to look at!" Kevin spat angrily.
"Oh? Ok, let's see it then." Alissa challenged him.
From the moment he'd walked into her office Kevin had started getting hard. He was angry, sure, but damn the size of her tits on that small frame and her round ass was more than he could take. Maybe being angry even fueled his sexual desire, so that by the time she'd called him out he was rock hard. Kevin unzipped his pants, the sound loud in the now silent office and hauled out his cock. Protruding veins were thick and pulsing along his girthy shaft as he stared at her with growing lust.
"Oh my," Alissa said in her midwestern accent, "that is some nice equipment you got there. May I?" She crossed the room and extended her hand, seemingly smaller when her cool flesh touched his burning skin. "Now that is something I can work with." Alissa slipped to her knees, her red painted lips quiveringly close to the head of his cock. She licked the pearly drops of precum oozing from the slit and Kevin groaned in disbelief. "Don't be sore at me Kevin, I did what I had to do, and right now, this," she said squeezing his cock, "is something I have to do."
Kevin stared down, willing himself to keep his eyes open as Alissa gazed up at him as she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue bathed the underside of his shaft as she sucked him deeper and deeper. She had to adjust her approach a couple of times, but she eventually worked his long cock into her throat until her pretty little nose was buried in his pubic hair. When she pulled back, sliding her hand along the spit covered column of flesh, Kevin saw the smear of lipstick she had left.
"Do you like that Kevin?" Alissa asked, smiling up at him prettily, just as she would when she stood in front of the camera in just a few minutes. "I like your cock, Kevin. I like sucking cock, did you know that? And I'm told I'm very good at it. No gag reflex, you see." She took him fully once again, squeezing the base of his shaft as she worked her throat muscles around his pulsing member. Pulling back, she let him slip from her lips once more. "I haven't had one this big in a long time. How big are you? Nine inches?"
"Nine and a half," Kevin said through gritted teeth. It was a herculean effort not to cum when she took him in her mouth, but he wasn't about to let his load go like some hair triggered teenager. This was a power struggle, and he knew it. If he blew his load like some sex starved virgin, Alissa would laugh at him and never let him near her again.
"Oh my, that is just about the right size. Almost as big as my journalism professor in college. He was a delight to fuck. Oh? Did I shock you Kevin? Does it upend your preconceived notions of me? Did you think my reel was the real me?" Alissa laughed, a musical sound filled with derision. As she spoke she continued to stroke his tool, her left hand coming up to caress her mountainous breasts. She undid the buttons on her wrap dress and pulled her bra clad tit free. The creamy flesh was cradled in a white lace bra, her dark nipple pressing against the material lewdly.
"Don't you want to cum, Kevin? I can feel you holding back. What's the matter?"
"I want more than your mouth," Kevin growled.
"I'm glad," Alissa said with a devilish grin. "At first I figured I'd send you scurrying back to the butt crack of dawn with just a blowjob, but I can see now that I am going to enjoy working over you. Maybe if you're lucky, I'll work under you as well."
Alissa let his cock go without warning, but it stood up angry and ready to fuck. She pushed herself to her feet and checked her makeup in the mirror at the door. "Better put that away," she said over her shoulder. "Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. I'll be back after the second segment. Be here."
"And now it's time for a look at the weather with our Chief Meteorologist, Alissa Iverson. What do we have in store for tomorrow?"
"Thank you Jim, we've got a low pressure system building in the Pacific which is bringing rain to the coast and we're hopeful that we'll see some here in Kern County." Alissa clicked through the slides that showed up on the television monitors while she stood in front of the green screen. Her blue wrap dress, hugging every curve of her body, showed off her ample breasts and slim waist to the delight of the manager and director alike. Their ratings were sure to pick up with the addition of this eye candy. Let the other stations stick with their stodgy old weathermen, KBAT was climbing the ratings ladder.
"As a final wrap up to my first weather segment here at KBAT," Alissa said after she finished the forecast, "let me say thank you to all the wonderful people here at my new home. I'm so glad to be a part of this family and I'm looking forward to many years to come."
"We're glad to have you Alissa," Jim Smitt said, his eyes glued to her chest. "Ouch," he blurted as a sudden pain bloomed in his leg.
"Oh, you should be more careful Jim. You might hurt yourself." Tami said with a sardonic smile. "Coming up next we have Todd Strain with Sports."
"And we're clear!" a voice in the darkened end of the studio shouted.
"Why the fuck did you kick me?" Jim demanded, turning on Tami.
"Because you were practically eye fucking the new girl!"
