Episode 1: The Earth In Danger
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Hawk Masterson's cock slipped easily into Miss Crimmins hairy cunt. It split her lips far apart as his imposingly solid cock slammed into her cunt bringing cries of pleasure to her lips. As he thrust Hawk's hands spanked the generous curves of her ass. Hawk had pushed her body onto her desk and her breasts were writing a letter as they slapped against the keys of her typewriter.
When he had first met her the woman had sniffed in disapproval when he had cockily walked into Professor Markov's office. Behind her horn-rimmed spectacles she had watched the muscular test pilot saunter over to her and speak disrespectfully of the great man himself. Miss Crimmins though not old held to very strong views on courtesy and loyalty about her employer.
"Where's the boss Toots?"
"Do you mean the Professor, young man?" Miss Crimmins said in her most disapproving voice.
The blonde-haired titan smiled even more broadly and whistled loudly in appreciation of this woman, she was very pretty though she hid it with her tightly bound hair and severe clothing. The sight of his smile brought an unexpected delighted smile to the woman's face. Seeing a softening in the woman's face he bent down to be closer and spoke again.
"Of course ........ Miss Crimmins," he spoke the name on her desk tag as he admired her tight fitting sweater.
"Then ...."
"Hawk Masterson Toots but we can talk about other things you can call me."
This man really was too much Miss Crimmin's thought, he had no respect for the great man but she did not move his hand which now rested on her forearm, "Mr Masterson the Professor is in his workshop behind the Observatory."
"You mean the warehouse Toots," he stroked her forearm moving upwards as he pressed her against her desk, "Not much to see at the moment with all this rain."
His hand rose to her upper arm and was stroking along her cloth. It seemed to be sending tingling sensations through her body and she found that she was leaning closer to the man. What he was saying was completely true, like much of middle America torrential rains and unseasonable storms were wracking the country, why the Des Moines river had even broke its banks. Yet before she could speak he had pressed his lips to hers.
"Mr Masterson!!!!"
"Just enjoy it Toots." He kissed her again and she responded warmly. She felt so hot and raunchy.
As he spoke he took off her glasses and unbound her hair. Again he kissed her and this time he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. She found that she was unable to resist him as he pulled her from the seat and pulled open her dress exposing her bra covered breasts. He held his hands to the ample flesh and rubbed his thumbs over the centre of them. He was rewarded for his effort by an increasingly passionate kiss and he felt the nipples push through the lacy fabric. He also felt more than heard her growl of passion.
As for Miss Crimmins this was the first time that she had felt this deep heat building between her legs. He pushed her back against the table and with a quick hooking of his thumbs in the lacy material he exposed the white flesh of her breasts and the coral pink nipples that centred them. She cried as she started with the shock of being touched this way. None of her boyfriends had done this and excited her so much. Then her shock became groans of pleasure as his lips kissed and caressed the hard nipples. He slipped them between his teeth and bit gently on them, again he was rewarded with her body responding to his desire. This time it was her opening her legs to his insistent pressure of his legs as he pushed between them.
Then she felt her skirt hiked up above her hips exposing her black stockings, suspender belt and white lacy underwear. He lifted his head and kissed her again her lips and turned her to face the typewriter. Then with a firm shove he pushed her over the machine. The touch of her breasts caused a clatter of the keys as he pulled her panties aside, vaguely she realised that he had ripped them but she did not care as he opened her legs and began to stroke between them. He was touching her wet lips and it was driving her beserk with need. The cool typewriter keys pressed into her breasts and they barely cooled her passions.
She was so wet between her legs and she felt his fingers slip between the lips and pump into her hot cunt vigorously. It made her cum over his finger and he pulled it away from her engorged lips. Satisfied that she was ready for him he stood behind her and she heard the metallic rasp as his fly was lowered. She felt his cock press at the lips of her juicy cunt and press between her lips slowly.
"Mr Masterson!!!!!! Nnnnnooo, don'ttttt stop."
As she screamed his cock thrust deep into her and she felt the muscles of her cunt pulse while pleasure washed through her. She came, it was stronger than the feeling of her own fingers and no other man had made her so hot. The man's hips rocked back and forth as he drove in his cock and allowed it to slip out. Miss Crimmins no longer disapproving was screaming with pleasure as he fucked her. Hawk felt the pressure at his balls grow and grow until unable to hold on he felt the rush of cum through his cock. Before he could wash her cunt with his cream he allowed it to spurt over her ass cheeks and soak into the lacy satin of her torn panties. Unable to cum anymore he cleaned his cock using her panties which he slipped over her legs.
"There wasn't that better Toots." He spoke happily.
The well-fucked young woman smiled and nodded. Realising that she was virtually naked Miss Crimmins hurriedly dressed again. Still instead of looking at this muscular man with disdain she watched him with great desire and hungered for him to take her again with his marvelous cock.
"So he's in the workshop." It was a statement and not a question as he moved to the door and opened it.
Miss Crimmin's nodded disappointed as Hawk slipped out the door and made his way to the building outside. She wondered if she should have told him that there was that newspaper woman with the Professor but he would soon find that out. The thunder rattled the windows as the storm swept over Des Moines. Somehow she began to type and wonder if she would be fucked again when he came back.
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"Really Miss Sherwood you have no right to question me like this."
The man talking was upset as the well-stacked blonde asked him about his work. Whenever he was upset his Eastern European accent thickened and he was stroking his gray flecked beard nervously. The woman he talked to thrust her breasts out even more and pursed her thick scarlet painted lips. Warm gray bedroom eyes flirted with this man and he felt his cock rising.
"Ronnie, please call me Ronnie. Don't you think that our readers need the truth Professor?" she breathed heavily and moved a little closer.
Almost hesitantly she touched his elbow and he sank back into the swivel chair behind the desk. Ronnie sensing his weakness sat on the desk letting her tight skirt expose her black silk stockings covering her well-shaped calves. The man mopped his sweaty brow with a linen handkerchief and he looked unsure. Smiling Ronnie slipped between his legs and began to open his fly.
"Wh...what are you doing?"
"You seem so tense Professor, just sit back, relax and enjoy the show," as she spoke his cock sprung to attention and she began to rub it.