Carrie Gets Her Wish
by
Night Wing


Carrie had spent the better part of the night thinking about her interview the
next morning. She was applying for a job as a computer technician at a small
company in town that was run by Ben Miller, a friend of her father's.

She needed the job to make some money for her first semester at college, but it
wasn't the money she'd been thinking about all night. No, it was Ben Miller
that had kept her stroking herself. He was in his late 30s, tall, blond
athletic -- gorgeous. She'd seem him naked a few weeks before, quite by
accident. Her father had sent her to drop some papers off at his house on
afternoon. When there was no answer at the door she walked around to the pool
and found him drying himself off after a swim.

He was totally naked, and never in her life had she seen such a body -- tan,
well muscled. But, it was between his legs that left Carrie breathless. His
cock was easily 12 inches long. 

Slipping quietly away so he wouldn't see her Carrie could feel the wetness
between her legs. That night she masturbated for an hour trying to imagine what
it would be like to have this man take her with that thing. And, that was what
she wanted -- just once to have him take her in any way he wanted.

At the age of 19, Carrie was a very provocative young woman. At 6' 1" she
towered over her friends. She had waist length raven black hair, emerald green
eyes, high cheekbones and a full red mouth. Her pussy was shaved bare, and  her
breasts were firm and full tipped with large red nipples Her legs and ass
rippled with muscles from years of competitive swimming. And, as she studied
her nude body in the mirror she could see a few drops of her own honey
glistening on the swollen, purple lips of her pussy.

She had decided to wear a short black skirt that accentuated her legs and ass,
and a sheer satin blouse. When she arrived for the interview, she slipped into
the ladies room and locked the door. Pulling up her skirt she rolled her
panties down to her knees and slowly moved a finger in and out of her wet pussy
-- watching herself in the mirror -- all the while fantasizing about that big
cock. After a couple of minutes she brought herself to a shuddering climax.
Slipping her panties back on, she made certain that they were covered with her
honey.

Unlocking the door she demurely walked back down the hall to Mr. Miller's
private office. There was a receptionist who had greeted her when she came in,
but other than that there wasn't another person anywhere nearby. When she
walked into his office she could see him suck in his breath as he caught his
first glimpse of her, and then studied her more carefully.

"Come in, Carrie," he said. 

Nervously coming around his  desk, he offered her a chair directly in front of
him. "How's your Dad? I haven't seen him for a few weeks."

"Oh he's fine Mr. Miller, he's been out of town on work a lot lately."

Sitting down in the chair he had offered Carrie crossed her legs, allowing her
skirt to slide up her long, bare legs. As he moved back to sit behind his desk
she could she that he hadn't taken his eyes off her for a moment. Smiling she
slowly inhaled a lungful of air pressing her erect nipples against the thin
material of her blouse.

From the way he was squirming she was pretty sure that that meaty pole she had
seen the other day was swelling -- pressing against the inside of his pants.
Allowing her purse to drop to the floor and spilling it contents caused him to
jump from behind the desk to assist her -- as she had hoped. Bending forward
she allowed him an eyeful of her breasts and and hard nipples.

As he moved to help her pick up her things, Ben could hardly believe what he
was seeing, and as he moved closer to her he could smell the musk of her sex
fill the air. Leaning back against the desk he just hoped she didn't notice the
incredible bulge in his pants. As she sat up her skirt hiked even higher up her
thighs and Ben could now get a clear view of Carrie's honey soaked, white lace
panties.

Looking up casually, Carrie was pleased to see that her act was having the
desired effect. Incredibly, Ben Miller began the interview, but not
surprisingly the bulge in his pants refused to subside. As they talked she
found herself just staring at the swelling in his pants and thinking more about
how it would feel, than about the job she was supposedly applying for. And, as
she stared she could feel a familiar twitching and itching between her legs.
The more it itched the more she would squirm -- trying to make it stop -- and
the more she squirmed the more she would rub her bare pussy against the
increasingly damp material of her panties.

After  a few minutes her panties were totally soaked and she could feel her
honey oozing out onto the cool leather of the chair she was sitting in. It was
clear from watching him that he knew exactly what was going on, and that there
was no point in maintaining any sort of pretense.

Smiling at him provocatively, Carrie spread her legs to give him a full view of
her honey soaked panties. Then, sliding off the chair, she moved over to the
desk next to him.


Figuring the job was a goner, Carrie decided to go for what she really wanted
-- a good fucking from the monster she knew Ben had between his legs. Standing
up she reached behind herself and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to
the floor in front of her. Then unbuttoning her blouse she tossed it down with
her skirt -- standing before him in only her thin honey soaked panties.

Ben was amazed by the promiscuous behavior of his friend's daughter -- but not
necessarily shocked, and certainly not disappointed.

"I saw you the other day swimming," Carrie said. "I saw that incredible cock,
and I have been fantasizing about it ever since. I want.......no I need you to
fuck me anyway you want.....but here and now.........pleeeeeeassssssssseeeee."

"I know you did," Ben said simply, "but if we do this, then you must do
whatever I say............no questions."

"Anything you say," Carrie said smiling hungrily.

Ben grinned with "You like men, don't you Carrie? Nice big, hard cocks?"

Carrie smiled back challenging him -- nodding.	

"You're very young, though Carrie? 19 I think."

"19....yes," she said, "just last week."

"Have you ever had a hard cock up your ass?"

"Noooo," Carrie said a little nervously.

"Well you will today, " Ben said.

Never taking his eyes off her luscious body, Miller pulled off his shirt and
took off his pants tossing them onto a nearby chair. Then pulling off his
underwear he revealed a cock that was easily 14" --  fat and swollen.

"Take it deep in your mouth," he said to Carrie, "suck it."

She nearly gagged on its length as she knelt between his legs. She smelled the
muskiness between his legs. She had never seen a cock this size before. It was
huge with a swollen purple head. She had little time to dwell on her thoughts
under the current circumstances, however. Grabbing it with her fingers, she
allowed her head to bob up and down, her teeth lightly teasing his swollen
shaft. Abruptly, Ben grabbed a handful of Carries's mane of heavy black hair
and yanked her head back.


"Now, we're going to see if your ass is as sweet as your mouth. Take down your
panties and bend over the desk."

Aroused by the way he was treating her, Carrie followed his orders. No sooner
was her firm  backside exposed as she bent herself across his desk than Ben
inserted a long slender finger deep into into her hot vagina and wiggled it
vigorously.

"Mmmmm," he whispered, "your pussy's wet....you do want my cock, don't you?"
His observation was undeniably true. Carrie felt her honey flowing all down her
thighs, and the thought of him in her was making her crazy.

Ben slid his finger in and out of her juicy cunt, quickly, finger-fucking her
while massaging her engorged clit. Carrie was on fire.

"Ooh, yes, Carrie somehow I knew you'd like this, but wait till you feel this
monster probing your backside.........stretching you out....filling you up."

He crawled between her legs, never ceasing his finger fucking of her wet pussy.
He slid his entire hand over Carrie's pussy, coating it with her sweet,
fragrant honey. The aroma of her young  juices filled the room.

Carrie steadied herself against the desk while she heard liquid being poured
behind her. She dared not turn around or ask questions, but her mind reeled
with possibilities. Her sexual experiences had been varied, but she had never
allowed any to take her from behind like this. Some of her friends had said
that ass-fucking was ugly and painful, while others had said it was wildly sexy
and hot. Her pussy was so hot under Ben's probing fingers; it was hard to
imagine that a horrible experience was to follow. 

Ben's finger now drew back from Carrie's steaming cunt and probed for her
asshole. She wondered if the pussy juice on his finger made it ease so smoothly
into her virgin hole, but then she realized that he must have poured something
on his finger to make it feel like sweet oil -- greasing her up.

Once inside, the finger wiggled about and Carrie heard herself moan. The
sensation of penetration and movement reverberated from Ben's finger up through
her belly clear through her spine to the base of her brain. She shouldn't like
this, she told herself.....but she was loving it. Unconsciously, she rocked her
behind in tandem with Ben's skillful finger as it slid in and out of her.
Carrie felt like she had a pulsating piston in her ass. And when Ben's
movements abruptly stopped, she wanted to scream in protest and frustration.
Then she felt her cheeks being spread wide open. With a sudden thrust Ben's
greased phallus invaded her gaping, hungry bottom and Carrie screamed in pain.


"The pain will stop in just a second," he said urgently, "and then you will
feel intense pleasure."

Carrie almost fainted from his initial searing thrust  but lust  kept her on
her feet. Ben's cock had plunged only halfway into her virgin bottom. Even the
generous amount of lubricant couldn't mitigate the sheer size of his monstrous
cock.

Ben's hands gripped Carrie's hips firmly and squeezed as he penetrated her
deeper. Carrie squirmed and moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her body
was overwhelmed by swirling sensations that seemed without origin or
destination. 
And then, as Ben said would happen, her  sphincter relaxed and admitted his
enormous girth and length of the his throbbing penis. The rest of her body was
suddenly at sublime attention as his cock foraged its wicked path up her anus.

Ben thrust his hips back and forth twisting his cock deep inside Carrie's
primed ass relentlessly, plunging his cock deeper with each thrust. Carrie's
body trembled as it absorbed the constant pounding. Her body twitched, writhing
in sensations that spun her brain around the room. With a lust that overwhelmed
her, she spread herself across the desk, while her wide-open ass voraciously
consumed the cock. She'd never been hungrier for anything in her life.

They writhed and moaned pumping each other like the sexual animals they were,
yelling out their pleasure, filling the room with their untamed, pungent odors.
Oblivious to anything except herself and her own pleasure, Carrie shoved her
ass onto Ben's prick with single-minded abandon. She threw her weight toward
him each time he rammed into her. Sounds emerged from her throat that seemed to
emanate from some non-human source.

As her hungry asshole attempted to devour Ben's shaft, Carrie thrust her hand
furiously at her own clit. Carrie's lithe body undulated with each orgasmic
wave, riding it to new heights by constantly playing with her pussy. When
rubbing her clit took her to one level, she grabbed for a cylindrical piece of
crystal that was decorating Ben's desk. Twisting her body slightly she shoved
it into her cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she alternated
Ben's cock in her ass and the warm glass wand in her hot pussy.

Her heart pounded as she experienced the sensation of being fucked from both
ends. Exploding in total ecstasy Carrie thrashed under him convulsing in a wild
series of uncontrollable orgasms. And, remarkably he reciprocated -- taking one
long, last thrust he plunged deep into her bottom shooting a torrent of white
hot cum deep inside her -- so deep she thought that it felt as if he was coming
in her throat.




Incredibly, Ben was still hard and apparently not finished. Grabbing Carrie's
hips he flipped her over and pushed her back up onto his desk. Then, spreading
her legs wide he exposed her bare, wet pussy.

Bending down, he flicked his tongue across her swollen clit, tracing long slow
circles around it -- tasting the juice -- sucking on it -- biting it --making
her shiver.

Staring into her eyes, he runs a hand over his enormous cock, and smiled.

"Now you can have what you really came for, and where you wanted it all along."

"Oh god yes Ben," Carries moans, "fuck my pussy, please fuck my pussy."

Wiggling her hips in anticipation she reached for it trying to grab it and put
it inside her. "Stop teasing me" she screamed and "just fuck me hard."

Spreading her legs wide Ben rammed his penis deep inside her exposed and hungry
pussy -- pumping and twisting -- with no pretense or subtleties. Under him
Carrie squirmed and screamed, thrusting her hips off the big desk -- her eyes
locked on the monster that was filling her up.

Panting and moaning she begged him to fuck her harder, while she reached down
to squeeze his balls doing everything she could to make him come.

Driving harder and harder, she could feel every nerve ending tingle. Her mind
was lost in the intense fucking. Feeling her orgasm approaching she pounded the
desk with her fists and screamed, "comeeeeeeee with meeee nowwwwwww!!!!!  Oh
god ooooooh goddd I'm coming!!!!"

Ben kept pumping as her body was wracked with wave after wave of massive
orgasms, and then in a single final thrust, he shoots another stream of hot cum
deep inside her. Moaning loudly he collapsed on her sweat streaked body. His
chest covering her flushed breasts.

After a minute, raising himself onto his elbows he lightly kissed her lips.

"You've got the job," he said smiling, "assuming you can work nights."