Mark Townsend - Slavetrader's captive

Osman felt her unwilling response as the thighs that had been pressed tightly together in vain resistance to his prodding cock suddenly fell loosely apart. Her heels hooked behind his knees and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck pulling his mouth down to press wetly over hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her mouth, soft mewling sounds escaping from her greedily sucking lips. She ground her suddenly hungry loins up toward his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw its thick length through the flimsy material of the panties still separating their flesh.

Osman reached down between their bodies, savagely ripping away the narrow crotch-band with one motion of his hand and then guiding the end of his violently throbbing cock up between the now unprotected ridges of her cuntal lips. He could feel the curly tickling pubic hair parting before his unimpeded onslaught. The thick rubbery tip of his penis momentarily met resistance at the entrance to the hot moist passage and then he felt the elastic mouth suddenly give, allowing his turgid hardness to slip wetly inside. The lusty Turk thrust forward with all his strength and fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep, deep inside her wet velvety cunt with a heedless shoving force that brought a muffled scream from Afet's contorted face. He didn't relent in his searing plunge up into her quivering unprepared vagina until he felt his balls slap heavily against her upturned ass-cheeks and he held it there, savoring the hotly squirming cunt palpitating around his deeply imbedded cock.

Abruptly the impaled woman no longer wanted to resist as she felt her vagina becoming wet and open around the heavy throbbing rod. She started screwing her cunt up and down on it, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take it all to the hilt, until it bored deep into her quaking belly, until it fucked all the way up into her throat. She no longer had any pride left. In her mind, she had been thrown all the way back to her first time, when she had been fucked against her will over and over again until, in order to save her sanity, she had been forced to learn to enjoy it.

The delighted night manager wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that he had somehow tapped into the central whore that lives inside every woman. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above the wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt suck his flesh until he retaliated by bucking forward on her upward stroke several times, driving the hotly expanding cock-head right up to the sensitive wall of her cervix.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh," she groaned out of control as his whole invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress below.

Wasting no time now that he had her responding with every inch of her wantonly rocking body, Osman reached back underneath her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons. Finally he found the tiny puckered anus and thrust his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little opening.

"Aaagggh, aaagggh!" she grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her cringing anus. Her feet jerked erotically in the air above his back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer stockings. He had hurt her for a moment, but she liked the sensations now coursing through every nerve in her ravaged body.

Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating his finger inside her anus from his pummeling cock slipping wetly in and out of her hotly clasping pussy, Osman could feel the ridges on the bottom of his thick bloated penis rippling through the warm waves of flesh.

Afet began unconsciously moaning all the obscene words she could think of between her panting gasps as she bucked and twisted under his weight.

"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Ram it in me good!" she groaned over and over again.

Osman grinned lewdly down at her lust-distorted face as he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance. Each time she gyrated her loins down over his smoothly sliding hardness, he thrust the finger in her anus upward until it was fully submerged in her wildly jerking rectal passage, and then, as she bucked back up away from his skewering finger, he drove his cock still harder into the wetly sucking inner recesses of her cunt.

He had her hopelessly impaled between the twisting finger and pistoning cock, and he was enjoying her wildly thrashing movements beneath him more than he had ever enjoyed fucking a woman before. The lust juices from her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the finger now sunk all the way to his fist in her rotating anus.

The wildly responding woman strained back under him, arching her loins against his grinding pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in pleasure.

"Uuuuggghh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her harder in lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing plunging cock. He could feel its thickness expanding more with each thrust he made up into the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very hopelessness of the unwilling woman now squirming incoherently beneath him.

Afet could feel the stone-hard shaft thickening incitingly inside her ever-moistening vagina. She was given no relief from the hotly building crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep in her trembling belly.

"Harder, harder, fuck me harder," she chanted in time to his long hard strokes. Huge warm waves of delicious feeling raced through her entire body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling, filling, until she was ready to burst. She sucked wildly on the tongue flicking into her mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled. This was all that was real, there was nothing else, and then suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, she felt great floods of her hot cum-juices throbbing from the rippling walls of her cunt, streaming out in endless gushes around the hard fleshy rod slipping faster and faster into her. She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids gushing out onto his heavy balls beneath and over his hand skewering into the crevice of her ass-cheeks.

She gave one long low moan, splaying her legs high into the air and as wide apart as they would go to give the still rapidly pistoning cock even greater access. She thrust her loins up at him with superhuman force, screwing herself up hungrily on the thick pumping shaft. Juices flowed still from her quivering vagina as her nostrils flared in passion – then one long last gasp of breath rasped up out of her lungs as though she had been struck in the stomach. She collapsed under him, her body shivering uncontrollably from the lingering sensations following her down from the peak of wanton lust she had reached.

Osman felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her while her legs splayed out and waved on either side of his body. He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his cum-inflated balls and rush down the length of his pulsating thick cock-shaft, spewing wildly out into the depths of her clasping womb. He was filling her completely, his hot sperm overflowing with her own love juices out of the curl-lined lips of her spasmodically contracting cunt. He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of his load of semen into her still quivering belly, and then he too collapsed like a broken puppet over her limply spread-eagled body.

They lay still, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs, their breathing gradually returning to normal during the long moment of quiet. Then Osman lifted himself from the unmoving body of the satiated woman, his deflated cock slipping with a lewd sucking noise out of the cum-soaked furrow between her openly splayed legs.