My job is mostly a lot of paperwork, phone calls and meetings with scum bags who would rather kill me than do an honest day's work.

Before I turn this into a completely boring lecture about how pitiful my job is, I guess I should get to my original point.

Things began to change a year ago, culminating in a rather unforgettable event a few weeks ago. You see, last year, I was assigned a rather famous, or rather infamous case. I was the assigned parole officer for the former skating champion turned national bad girl Tonya Harding.

My first thought was to try and trade the case for another, having had a rather nightmarish time with the press a few years back when I was assigned to former child star Dana Plato's case.

However, I decided that I was better prepared for the media this time. Besides, I had always had a bit of a "thing" for Tony anyway.

I was a bit surprised when I first met Ms. Harding. She was very polite and well mannered, not at all the bitch queen that the media had made her out to be. Aside from the obvious media attention, her case was quite simple.

She was to serve three hundred hours of community service over the next nine months, reporting to me once a month to update me on her progress. Very simple for anyone who was willing to put in the time.

I have to admit I was a bit nervous as I asked her for her autograph at the end of our initial meeting. Perhaps it was my sheepish manner signaling weakness, or perhaps it was just her true colors shining through, but my request was met with such open disdain and resentment that I was taken aback.

"Fuck that." she said, getting up to leave. "Just because you're my fucking PO, doesn't mean I have to give you anything. I'm a God Damned star now, I can sell my autograph for a hundred bucks if I want to. You just keep track of my fucking community service hours and we'll get along fine. Maybe when I'm done I'll sell you an autograph at a discount. If you don't fuck up my hours or piss me off in the mean time."

With that, she was out the door in a huff.

I watched out the window as she pushed rudely through the sea of reporters, rushing out to her truck.

"Well," I muttered to myself. "So much for good first impressions." When push came to shove, the selfish prima donna that she had been trained to be really did come out. Well, I shouldn't have expected her to be any different than all the other little shits that I had to deal with. Too bad for her that she had to be such a bitch though because I had had a really great, easy assignment all lined up for her. That little outburst of hers cost her that one. I immediately assigned it to someone else.

Luckily for me, that first day's attitude trip was just the first of Tonya's mistakes.

The months rolled by, and the press slowly faded away, until one day in early fall, Tonya walked, unbothered up to my office. She had made a habit of cutting our visits as short as she felt she could get away with. With each passing month, her answers to my routine questions grew increasingly bitter.

She was upholding her probation requirements and doing her public service hours at an acceptable rate. It seemed as if her only form of rebellion was to insult me at every opportunity.

I smiled as I always did, when someone got nasty with me, knowing, as usual, that I would have the last laugh. You see, on her fourth visit, (of nine) Tonya had made a rather serious blunder.

When I tried to politely point it out a small infraction to her, she stood up and shouted at me. "Shut up, you fucking incompetent old lard ass." Then she had spun around and bolted out the door. If that was how she wanted it, who was I to argue.

Finally, Tonya's last appointment came. She had scheduled her final meeting with me on the last day allowed by her probation program. If her community service hours were not completed by that night at midnight, she would be forced to serve jail time.

Of course, Tonya had finished her hours a month earlier and was only waiting until the last minute to add some drama and get some press. In the time I had seen her, her star had faded and she was no longer in so much demand.

I chuckled a bit thinking back on her refusal to give me an autograph.

At three minutes to one, I saw her pull up in her truck. The publicity stunt had worked to some degree. There were a handful of reporters covering Tonya's last probation meeting.

Would she make it? Would the bad girl of skating have to spend time in jail? She was in rare form, shoving her way through the crowd, looking every bit as bitchy as I had ever seen her. She was still trying to play angry over the release of that video tape of her and Jeff.

I must admit, I had my own personal copy and had stroked off to it several hundred times, knowing I would one day have her autograph it for me.

I sat back in my chair confidently as Tonya stormed through the door in her usual hurry. It was a warm day out and she was dressed as one would expect her to be on a day when the cameras would be on her. She wore a tight pair of Levi's, old, faded and hugging her wonderfully full hips, a thin white T shirt, which showed her bra straps at the shoulders and the back. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly just as everyone remembered it from her skating days.

Just the sight of her on this day made my cock begin to throb with desire and anticipation. "Sit down." I said to her pleasantly.

"Cut the crap," she snorted, plopping down in the chair across from me. "Just sign the fucking paper so I can get this over with."

"I could do that." I said calmly. "But I'd like to ask you one more time for the small favor of your autograph." This was the moment of truth. All I really wanted was for her to autograph my tape for me. If she did, I'd let her go and overlook the mistake.

Tonya rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Would you please sign this?" I asked, sliding the copy of her video across my desk.

"What is this crap?" She yelled at me. "You fucking pervert." She threw the tape at the wall, smashing it. Tonya stood quickly, flaming mad. "You better sign my fucking paper now before I march outside and tell the press what a pervert you are."

"Sit down." I barked at her, not wanting her to simply bolt from the room as she had done so many times before. "You listen to me you little bitch." I said, bringing a look of shock to her pretty face. "All I ever tried to do was help you get through this without any snags. All I ever asked you for was a damned autograph, and you can't even give me that. Well, that's just fine, because I think I have some- thing I want even more from you Miss bad-ass."

I pulled her release papers out of my desk along with her documentation log. She looked a bit relieved when I uncapped my pen and held it over the papers. "All I have to do is sign you off on these community service hours and you are free to go."

The pen touched the paper. I looked up at her, our eyes met. Her grin quickly faded to a look of contempt.

"Sign them already, I hate being in this place with you." She barked.

I sat up in my chair. Okay, that was the last straw. "There is a problem however." I said.

"What the fuck...." she started to protest, but I cut her off curtly.

"I tried to tell you a while ago, but you told me, I believe your exact words were to shut the fuck up and mind my own business." My mocking tone seem to enrage her even more, brining a rather attractive shade of red to her pale cheeks.

Without a word, Tonya sat across from me, mouth open. I handed her my logbook and continued. "You'll see there that indeed you did complete the required number of hours, however, you may want to note the zip code for the Shady Hills Retirement home where fifty seven of your hours were completed."

Her eyes never left the paper, but Tonya remained quiet. "You'll note that your probation required you to complete all of your hours within this county. Shady Hills is in the next county over, therefore, it doesn't qualify."

Tonya looked up from my logbook, a confused expression on her flushed face. She looked like the proverbial deer in the truck's headlights.

"But this is just a technicality, surely it can be overlooked or fixed." Her tone was weak, she wasn't sure what it all meant, but I was about to make it very to clear to her.

"Of course." I replied. "When I first brought it up, it could have been easily corrected. I could have filed a motion on your behalf and all would have been well. The problem is that you didn't want my help. As I recall, you were pretty much a bitch about the whole thing and now it's too late to fix it."

Fear crossed Tonya's face for the first time, then anger returned. "It's not my fault that you're too fucking incompetent to do your job right. What do I have to do now, make up the damned hours somewhere else?"

I chuckled aloud. "Oh no, it doesn't mean that. The time is past for you to make up for it. What it means Ms. Harding, is that you failed to complete your hours. You know what that means." I leaned back and smiled as her angry expression faded into one of sheer terror.

"You don't mean." she stammered. "T-T-That I have to go to j-j-jail do you?"

I mocked her openly now. "Y-Y-Yes I d-d-does mean that you have to g-g-go to j-j-jail."

"But you can't do that. You were supposed to help me." She responded, a note of desperation in her voice.

"I tried to help you Tonya and all you ever did was treat me like shit." I said. "Now it's too late to make up the time. I really have no choice but to report you to the court and have you carted straight to jail to serve your six months."

That familiar look crossed her face. The one that everyone had seen at the Olympics when her lace broke. It had turned me on then, but now it made my cock throb in my pants. Tears welled in her eyes and her lips curled up, she started to whine like a child.

"Please, you can't let me go to jail. I've worked so hard and stayed out of trouble. I did my time, you know I did. I'm sorry if I was a bitch to you, it's just that I've been through so much with the scandal and the media. Then Jeff released that tape, my life has been Hell, please you've got to help me. I just can't go to jail, I'll do..."

"Anything?" I finished her sentence of her. "Will you really do anything I say?"

She hesitated a moment, "Yes, I suppose I will."

"Well then, I think I might be able to overlook the problem in exchange-- let's say for an autographed copy of your movie. You know, to replace the one you just broke."

"All right, first thing tomorrow I'll go buy one and bring it to you, I promise." A smile came back for just a moment, until she saw that I was shaking my head slowly."

"I'm afraid that won't do. I really just don't trust you Tonya." I said.

"Well, can't I just sign the box for the other one, and you can get a new tape. I'll give you the money to buy one right now." She stood up and reached into her back pocket for her wallet.

"I'm afraid that won't do either, but I do know of something you can do." I replied.

"Anything," she said, that desperate whining coming back into her voice.

I pointed to a video camera I had running on a tripod to one side of the office. I always kept it running for security reasons, but now had better plans for it.

"We can make our own video to replace the one you ruined." I said.

Her tears stopped at once, those beautiful eyes opening wide as she prepared to make a final charge at my authority. "Fuck you! You can't do that. No fucking way I'm doing anything like that with you!"

"You're right of course. I can't make you do anything with me. What I can do is simply pass along this information and let the courts handle it." I picked up the phone and hit zero. "Hello, security, I think I may need..."

"No!" Tonya pleaded. "Wait, we can work this out."

"Hold on," I said into the receiver, dropping it away from my mouth. "Do we have a deal?" I whispered to Tonya. "Whatever I say?"

She nodded, defeated, then began to sob silently.

"Forget it Steve, I've got everything under control." I said, hanging up the phone.

I let her cry for a few minutes, knowing that she was so well rehearsed at tearing up that she would continue the charade for a while. Finally, I spoke. "All right, let's get on with this. You want me to overlook the problem with your community service hours. I can do that, but in return I want you to make a video with me. We're going to do all the things you did with Jeff in the original video and then some. You are to do what- ever I tell you. Is that understood?"

"But what if..." she tried to interject.

"No buts sweetheart!" I shouted. "If you want to stay out of jail, then you will be mine for the next hour or so. If you don't go along with everything I say, I'll make the call and you will be behind bars within the hour and licking pussy by sundown, believe me. I'm sure a celebrity like you will be really popular in jail. Is that clear?"

She nodded.

"Do we have a deal?"

Looking up at me with defeat in her eyes, Tonya nodded.

"Good," I replied, standing up to retrieve the video camera. "We are going to start out like the other tape, you showing off your hot firm little body."

I sat on the edge of the desk not three feet from her and began running the video camera. "Stand up." I ordered.

After a moment of hesitation, she stood and moved the chair back out of the way.

"Why don't you give this tape a nice intro Tonya." I said. "Start with you name and what we are going to do."

She looked a bit puzzled and stood silently for a long moment.

I took the camera from my eyes and shut it off. "I want you to talk a little about who you are and what we will be doing on this tape." I instructed her.

"But I don't know what we are going to do." She answered.

"Oh Tonya, stop being so coy, it will only make it worse later. You know what I want. I want you to talk to the camera like a foul-mouthed little whore, to describe in detail what you will be begging me to do to you and how much you'll love every minute of it."

I put the camera back to my eye. "Oh and Tonya." I added. "You better make it believable."

She took a deep breath, wiping tears from her eyes and stared into the camera. "I want you to know I hate you for this." She said with the last of her defiance.

"Let the action begin," was my only response.

With a heavy sigh, Tonya began to speak. "Hi there, I'm Tonya Harding, and because of some special circum- stances, I'm going to have to make this video with my probation officer. I'm going to take off my clothes for him, then have sex with him."

I peeked around the viewfinder and gave Tonya a dis- approving glance. She apparently got the message and continued. "Which is fine with me, because I've been thinking about him since we first met, wanting to see what he had in his pants. Oh how I have wanted to see his big cock and put it in my mouth. I can't wait to finally get a chance to suck on his big prick; it makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."

"Good Tonya." I said. "Why don't you show off your body a bit, let's see just how that hot pussy of yours really is."

Her T-shirt came off first, up and over her head, exposing her tight flat stomach and muscular arms. Her plain white bra held her small firm breasts in place tightly. Tonya ran her hands over them sexily, squeezing the soft flesh of her tits together invitingly.

She kicked off her tennis shoes and began to undo her tight blue jeans. "This is what you want to see isn't it?" She asked as she seductively popped each button of her Levi's. "You're just dying to see what's in my pants aren't you?"

She turned around and slid her jeans over her full hips and down her ass. She wore a pair of plain white cotton panties that stretched tightly over her tight round ass. Tonya wiggled her hips seductively as she pulled her pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. She tossed the balled up jeans over my head.

Now she stood before me in just her panties and bra, facing me. The fronts of her highly muscled thighs looked so inviting I wanted nothing more than to throw my camera down and dive between them. That would have ruined the little show, but it might have been worth it.

"Get ready." she purred. "You're about to see the rest of me." She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, keeping eye contact with the camera at all times. Tonya had done this before. My mind raced at all of the possible home movies that someone had stored away somewhere.

With a graceful shrug of her shoulders the bra slid down her arms, which Tonya carefully positioned to cover her breasts. The bra was now around her wrists, her arms fully extended before her, pushing her covered tits together to make a nice looking cleavage. "Wanna see my tits?" she purred like a true pro.

With a flip of her wrist, the bra flew back over my head. And Tonya slowly raised her arms directly over her head, making a show out of revealing her tits to the camera. They were far from perfect, rather small with a decided droop to them, but she had perfect, suckable nipples that stood up proudly.

After letting me stare at them for a few moments, Tonya took her tits in her hands and began to squeeze them, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, causing them to become pink and erect in seconds. "Are you going to suck my tits later?" she asked. "That turns me on so much, it makes me lose control of myself."

I made a mental note of that and smiled at the spectacle in the viewfinder.

Her hands worked down to the waistband of her white panties and she hooked her thumbs inside. With a graceful spin, she was facing away from me and bent over at the waist as she pulled down her panties, exposing her round ass to the camera. Tonya had put on a little weight since the other video, but her ass was still firm, tight from daily skating workouts.

She spread her legs far enough for her to peek back at the camera from between her muscled thighs. Smiling back at me Tonya slapped her ass to demonstrate how hard it was. With each smack of her palm, Tonya's ass quivered only slightly. The spanking continued until her ass cheeks were glowing pink from the abuse.

Only then did she turn back around and give me a good look at her pussy. Her full bush of pussy hair had been trimmed short and neat in a small triangle just above her lips which were visibly moist from her self stimulation. Now Tonya was naked in front of me except for a pair of white socks which she wore bunched around her ankles.

"Well," she said, licking her lips. "What will you have me do now?" she smiled excitedly.

I could have spent all night answering that one...

As Tonya stood naked before me, I could think of a thousand ways I wanted her to please me, but I knew this would be my only shot, and decided to make the most of it. "Play with yourself." I said from behind the camera.

Tonya took a step back and sat back on the edge of my desk. I moved around in front of her to get a better camera angel. She spread her thighs apart, giving me a very good look at the pink folds of her moist pussy. With both hands, she began to stroke her thighs up and down, bringing visible goose flesh to her smooth pale skin.

Her breathing was coming noticeably faster now; her nipples were standing at one hundred percent stiffness. Tonya was getting off by putting on this show.

By the time her fingers reached her neatly trimmed bush, she was panting and writhing around on my desk. Her pussy juice was visibly flowing now and I zoomed in for a nice close-up of that oh so hot slit. She slipped her index and ring finger of her right hand in between her plush wet lips and up inside, making a sexy squishing sound as they penetrated her wet folds.

Her other hand traveled over the rest of her body, exploring her stomach, breasts, thighs and face.

As I pulled back to get a better shot of her body, Tonya began to suck on her fingers as if they were a cock, making loud slurping and cooing sounds. Her climax seemed to be approaching rapidly.

I decided to give her a bit of encouragement. "That's a good girl Tonya, finger your pussy, I can see how wet it is, I just know you're getting ready to cum aren't you?"

"Yessss," she hissed, throwing her head back and jamming a third finger inside of her. The other hand was now hard at work rubbing at her clit. She was falling into a good rhythm now and her tight-muscled stomach began to tremble uncontrollably. The thought of letting her cum at that moment was an appealing one, but I knew that I would need her at a high sexual pitch if I was going to proceed with my plans.

When she had taken herself to the very edge of climax, I shouted "Cut!" She looked up, but my command did not register immediately so I yelled again. "I said cut, now stop that you bitch!"

Reluctantly, Tonya stopped moving her hand.

"Take your hands away from your cunt." I said sternly. "I don't want you to cum yet."

"Oh please." She begged. "I'm so fucking close, I just have to cum, please." Her hands returned uncon- trollably to her dripping pussy.

"No!" I stated more firmly. "You will do what I say when I say to do it. Do you understand!" I walked over and picked up the tripod from the corner of my office. Tonya watched, her eyes begging me to let her finish while I set the camera up near the desk looking at Tonya from a side view.

When I was finished, I motioned for her to get off of the desk. She complied and I took her place, sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. "Kiss me." I said when I was comfortably seated.

Tonya approached me apprehensively and brought her face close to mine. Never in a million years could she have imagined that she would be kissing me. I could see in her eyes that she still wasn't thrilled by the idea. But she knew that she had no other choice.

As our lips met, I reached around and pulled her towards me, my hands touching her back, feeling the muscular build of this worked class athlete. Her lips her were warm and dry from all the heavy panting she'd been doing while fingering herself, but they were very soft. Perfect kissing lips, I thought.

I had dreamed of kissing those lips for so long, and now that I was actually doing it, I wanted the feeling to go on forever.

At first, she didn't return my kiss, just sort of holding her lips against mine, but as my hands began to explore her body, down her back, over her ass and to her strong naked thighs, I felt her body begin to relax in my arms.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled herself in closer between my legs. As I snaked my hand around to her inner thigh, I could feel her juices flowing down her legs. Tonya began to return my kisses, and parted her lips, sending her tongue in search of mine. Our tongues intertwined and wrestled in our mouths as we kissed passionately for several minutes. I explored Tonya's naked body with my hands, admiring the feel of her hard body and satiny soft skin, turning me on even more.

When we finally broke our kiss to gasp for breath, I held her at arm's length from me and gave her the next order. "Suck me." I said, my desires unmistakable.

In a wink, Tonya was on her knees in front of me, her neck straining to reach my crotch. I handed her a pillow for her to kneel on not for her comfort but so she could properly reach my cock.

She undid my trousers, fumbling a little is her nervousness. I raised up slightly to allow her to pull them down. I unbuttoned my shirt while Tonya took off my shoes and socks. Her hands felt so warm and soft as she caressed my feet, moving up my legs slowly, brining her body closer to mine, her face inching towards my stiff throbbing cock.

She looked into my eyes and parted her lips like a shark moving in for the kill. The approving smile on her face told me that she like what she was doing. I may not be any John Holmes, but I'd seen the video of what she was used to. I knew my cock was at least two inches bigger than her ex-husband's.

Tonya licked her lips and let out a low moan as her hands worked up my thighs until one of them was wrapped around my balls and the other encircled the base of my swollen cock. At the last moment she looked into my eyes and said, "One thing, I don't take cum in my mouth."

But before I could respond, Tonya slipped the head of my cock between her warm wet lips and into her hot wet mouth. It was like being in an moist oven. The inside of her mouth was actually hot, like I had never felt before.

She effortlessly slid my dick to the back of her throat, pausing briefly, then taking the last few inches. Her lips pressed tightly around the base of my shaft and she beat a rhythm against the head with her very talented tongue. I could have cum in ten seconds had I not held back.

She was really quite a talented little cock sucker and I let her know it in no uncertain terms. "Oh Tonya, you suck cock so well. You are a prick hungry little slut aren't you?"

She moaned against my prick in response, turning her bright blue eyes upward and nodding.

Sliding me out of her mouth, she said to me, "Yes, I love a good hard cock in my mouth, especially a nice big fat one like yours." With that, Tonya returned to her cocksucking, slowly swallowing me to the root, then letting all by my head slip out between her soft wet lips. The sight of my cock buried in Tonya's mouth was too much for me. There was no way I was going to be able to hold out much longer, so I just sat back and let myself enjoy the wondrous feelings that her mouth was giving me.

Tonya began to squeeze my balls with one hand while jerking my rod with the other, following her lip strokes with her tight hand motions. This was just too much and I began to moan in anticipation of great release.

She pulled me out for a brief moment and said, "Remember," she looked up at me, jerking my cock faster in her fist. "I don't take cum in my mouth."

I reached down and grabbed Tonya by the back of the head, forcing her mouth back around my now throbbing prick. "You do now bitch!" I hissed. "Don't forget who runs the show here, you'll take it in your mouth and love it."

She didn't struggle too much as I shoved my cock back into her hot mouth. All she did was just increase the incredible friction on my shaft. After all I had a firm grip in her blonde hair and was guiding the effort so she didn't really have much to say about it.

I could feel my balls begin to tremble in Tonya's palm, she gave them a final squeeze, sending me over the edge. I could feel my cum shooting up from my balls out into Tonya's mouth. I was thrilled as my cum filled her mouth. I could hear little noises as she tried not to gag on all the semen I was pumping into her mouth.

"Don't you swallow?" I grunted, not wanting to miss the chance to see all my cum on her face. For someone who says she doesn't take cum in her mouth, Tonya had little trouble sucking every last drop of fuck fluid from my throbbing dick.

She held her lips tightly around my cock, keeping as much cum in her mouth as possible without swallowing it, but there was just too much. It eventually began to leak out from around the sides of her mouth and down her chin, dripping onto her tits and running down her body.

Tonya seemed to sense how sexy this would look and turned her body slightly to the camera so that it could be caught on tape. When the last shudders of my climax died, I guided her head away from my softening prick.

Tonya was careful to tilt her head back slightly so as not to spill any of my cum from her mouth. I com- plemented her on her talents. "That's very good Tonya. You're such a good little cocksucker, I want you to show the camera to see how much you made me cum. Show the camera all that sticky hot cum on your body and in your mouth."

She turned more toward the camera now and rubbed my thick white goo into her tits bringing her cum covered fingers to her cheeks and rubbing it on them as well. Then she opened her mouth a bit, showing how full it was with my love juices.

Swishing it around with her tongue for a moment, Tonya glanced sideways at me then closed her lips and quickly swallowed my seed. After it was all down her gullet, Tonya licked her lips and gave a satisfied "Ahhh." As if to say that I was good to the last drop.

Then she licked each of her fingers clean right there in front of the camera and me.

The sight of her erotic display had my cock well on the road to recovery for the rest of our adventure when Tonya stood and reached across my desk for her clothes.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, her body pressed against mine as she leaned over me.

Turning her head back to face me, she replied matter of factly. "I'm getting my clothes so I can get the fuck out of here. I got you off, and even pretended to like it. That's as much as I'm willing to do."

"I'm afraid that wasn't our deal." I said, using my arms to pin her across my lap. She struggled and was strong, but I had the advantage of a good angle to hold her down. "I am not through with you yet." I added.

She struggled on my lap, kicking her feet, but I was able to hold her still.

"No way." she screamed. "I gave you head, that's all. No way, I'm fucking you, no way at all."

"I think you'll change your mind if you think about it. How will that look for your new public image? How well will you hold up in jail for nine months?" I accentuated each question with a solid slap on her round firm ass. Each blow seemed to take some of the fight out of her.

I continued to pose to her the questions that I knew she did not wish to answer. "Would you rather I turn you in? Let you rot in jail a while? It's all up to you. You can cooperate for an hour with me or you can get tossed around and used as a dyke's toy in jail for six months. You tell me which you want."

Her ass was glowing red now from my spanking, but she had stopped her thrashing around. Quiet sobs escaped her mouth as she softly cried, but as my hand slipped down between her thighs, I was shocked to find so much of her juices flowing out of her cunt. I spanked her again, even harder, making her sob loudly. "Shall I keep on spanking your ass you little slut until you answer me! Which do you want Tonya? Me or jail?"

"You!" She cried out. "I want you!"

"You want me to what?" I asked, smacking her ass again. "Tell me."

"I want your cock. I want you to fuck me! Please fuck me!" Tonya screamed out.

I stood quickly, dropping the surprised woman from my lap to the floor. She looked up, shocked as I stood over her. "Get up." I snapped, pulling her up by her elbow. I kissed her hard and fast before spinning her around the other way and shoving her down onto the desk, ass up.

Her feet barley reached the floor in this position and she went onto her tiptoes as I positioned myself behind her, my rock hard cock rubbing against her wet pussy lips. Tonya spread her legs a little wider to accommodate my body. I rubbed the head of my prick along her slick opening, lubing it up for an easier entry.

As I thrust forward, I could feel Tonya's wet outer lips open and welcome me into her hot pussy. It felt as if they were actually sucking me deeper inside of her. Tonya had the tightest pussy I could ever have imagined. Even as wet as she was, it gripped me like a vice as I began to gently stroked in and out of her.

My moans of pleasure were matched by her own as our bodies came together. "It's been so long," she groaned. Comfortable now, I began to pick up the pace a bit, lifting Tonya slightly off the floor with each stroke. I gripped her full naked hips now as I fucked her with short hard strokes, loving the way her sexy ass jiggled slightly as my body slammed against her. She was whimpering again very quickly and fucking back against me.

"Oh God," she moaned. "I need to cum so bad. Please make me cum." She begged. "Turn me over and fuck me hard."

This hadn't been part of my plan, but I decided I would go ahead and do as she asked. Slowly, I pulled out of her and stepped back as Tonya repositioned herself on the edge of the desk, now facing me, her legs spread wide for me, leaning back on her elbows.

She was a truly beautiful sight as she rubbed her soft pussy invitingly. "Come on," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Once again, I moved in between her strong smooth thighs, my cock in my hand, guiding its way back into Tonya's tight sex tunnel. In this position it was much easier for me to penetrate deep inside of her. Once I was buried to the hilt, she wrapped her legs around me and locked the ankles behind me.

Her grip was powerful. I knew if she wanted to, she could have ended my little power trip by squeezing me hard enough to cause me pain, but at this moment all Tonya wanted was to have me fuck her as hard and as fast as I could until she came.

Remembering her earlier requests, I bent my head down and took one of her hard nipples between my teeth as I thrust away at Tonya's pussy. Sucking and biting away at it like mad was a bit difficult as her wild movements caused her tits to flop about, but it seemed to be bring her closer to orgasm.

I had already decided that this time I would not stop her from cumming, so I held her tightly in my arms and continued to thrust away, matching her rhythm and biting at her nipples.

Now beyond control, Tonya began to talk like the filthy little white trash slut most of America had always thought she was.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my tight little pussy with that big had prick of yours. I love to be fucked! Make me cum, c'mon pound me! Nail me, make me cuuumm!" Her squeals were cut off as she bit down hard on my shoulder, her passion uncontrollable as she came. I could feel her strong inner muscles squeezing away at my cock, milking me like a hand might.

The pain from my shoulder helped keep me from going over the edge, which was lucky because this wasn't how I had wanted to end it.

I continued to thrust into her until her spasms sub- sided, then I tried to pull away, but Tonya's grip held me tight.

"It's all right," she said. "You can cum in me, I'm on the pill."

Bending to her and kissing her gently I replied. "I want you from behind like before so I can see your sexy ass."

Nodding, Tonya released me and returned to her original position on her belly with her ass in the air, standing on her toes, the muscles on her calves and thighs so pronounced.

I moved in again, penetrating her in one long slow stroke then pulling back out.

Tonya moaned in protest and turned around with a questioning look in her eyes. I knew it was now or never so I leaned my weight forward, pinning her to the desk. With one hand I took her by the hand while the other guided my dripping cock along her slit until it was nestled between her ass cheeks.

A look of alarm crossed her face and she started to squirm again. "Hey!" she cried out. "No you don't I've never taken it in my ass and I'm not about to start now you fucker!"

I twisted her arm upwards just enough for her to feel it. "I told you already, you don't have a choice. I am going to fuck you any way I want Tonya, so I suggest that you just do as I say. Spread your ass cheeks for me."

I let her arm go and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, holding it like a reign. She struggled at first, put a quick tug on her hair stopped that immediately. Reluctantly, she brought her hands back to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her tight rosebud to my view.

My cock was already well lubed as it rested against Tonya's virgin asshole. I whispered to her. "Beg me."

With the sneer I had grown to love, she hissed through clenched teeth. "Please, fuck my ass, shove it in me you big stud..."

Her last word trailed off into a cry as I pushed the head of my cock in past her resistant sphincter. It clamped down on my shaft with just the head in. Her face showed signs of a struggle to relax. "Just fucking do it!" She panted. "Put it all the way in."

I held onto her hips and pushed as hard as I could, sliding my cock into her very tight back door. The resistance seemed to lessen as more and more of my prick went in until at last my groin rested firmly against Tonya's ass.

She had stopped crying out and was now breathing rapidly, trying to adjust to the feel of me inside her rear. I held still for a few moments to let her get used to it, and to keep myself from shooting off from the intense pleasure her tight housing was giving me.

At last, Tonya opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Go on," she said. "This is what you wanted, now fuck my ass."

That was all the encouragement I needed and I began to slowly pull back, feeling Tonya's asshole grip my shaft as I withdrew. I got almost out then thrust forward again, this time picking up speed. The going was much easier and Tonya had begun to moan softly as if she was enjoying it after all.

There was no way I could hold out for long no matter what I did. Being draped over the athlete's strong young body was an experience that I can't describe in words. So I just started to slam into her ass harder and faster. I was inside of the tightest ass I'd ever fucked and I was loving ever second of it.

Our bodies slapped loudly together as I fucked Tonya's butt. At some point, one of her hands let go of her ass cheek and began work on her pussy.

When I could feel myself cross the line, and knew I was going to erupt. I pulled out of Tonya's ass, with a loud pop.

She was a bit startled at first, but knew what I wanted. She dropped to the floor in a flash, her hand never leaving her pussy. With her free hand, she grabbed my shaft and stuffed it into her mouth, drowning out her moans.

She jerked my cock straight into her mouth as she fingered herself to the brink of climax. Just as I felt the first of my sperm racing from my balls, Tonya took my cock from her mouth to scream out in orgasm as well.

She continued to stroke my cock rapidly, brining the spray of hot thick cum out of my cock and onto her upturned face. This time Tonya held her mouth wide open and lapped away at the streams of jizz I shot across her face. All of the penned up lust I had for this woman came spilling out. I did not stop shooting until Tonya's face and hair were coated with my white goo.

When I finally did stop cumming, she kept going for a few moments before collapsing onto the floor, a sweaty, cum covered, beautiful mess.

Later, after Tonya and I dressed, I signed off her probation slip, thanked her for a wonderful time and said good bye.

"Maybe when I come back in three months for my check in we can watch the tape?" She asked, winking as she walked out the door.

I thought to myself, "I can hardly wait!"

The End