Ken Long - Office sex lover

With his hands, he spread wide the cheeks of her ass, and bending over, began to eagerly lick her small puckered asshole. Sally moaned with desire as she felt the tip of his tongue sliding into the clasping channel of her rectum.

"Oh, yes, baby, lick it good. Oh, God, get your tongue all the way up there. Oh, I can feel it I can feel it. Oh, oh, suck it, suck my shit, suck it, suck it. Oh, I love it… Now… now fuck my ass… Let me feel your cock up there. That's what I want… I want you to fuck my asshole. Fuck the shit out of it!"

As soon as he had her rectum thoroughly lubricated with his saliva, he straightened and, grasping the base of his cock, placed the head of it against her asshole, which now blossomed open.

Slowly, he began to push his way in. Sally moaned with delight as she felt the length of hard cock sliding into her most private of holes.

As he was pushing in, Sally was forcing her ass back, trying to fill herself on his immense length of meat.

"Oh, ream me, baby," she cried out, oblivious to the pain that accompanied every ass-fucking. "Shove that cock all the way to my throat. Oh, God, it feels so shitty. Oh, I love it, I love it. Stuff me… stuff my ass. Fuck me, fuck the shit out of me. Oh, Jesus, shit, yes, yes, harder, harder, ram it all the way up. Oh. God, yes, yes, yes…"

His cock was working like a piston as it slammed in and out of Sally's tight asshole. The sensations were incredible for both of them as the tight ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass grasped his cock with every movement they made.

Sally was like a crazed, sex-starved woman determined to channel her elementary carnality up her alimentary canal.

Saliva ran hotly from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to breathe against the overwhelming pleasure echoing through her body. Her orgasm was nearing. She could feel the sensations mounting inside her. Reaching down to her cunt, she pulled on the erect lump of her clitoris. Screams of pleasure tore from her throat. Her fingers on her clit pained, but it was so beautiful.

"Oh, I've got to come," she moaned to herself, "got to… come… oh, God let me come. Oh, cock, fuck me harder. Fill my ass, beautiful fucking prick… Fuck me. Coming… Coming, now, now, oh, harder harder harder… oh, oh, oh, God, fuck, fuck me. Fuck me. Tear my ass, hurt me, make me come. Now, now, coming, now,coming now, come, come, oh, oh, ooohhh, aaahhh, aaaiiiyyyeee…"

Wild screams of lust tore from her throat as her body erupted in a monumental climax sending forth gallons… oceans of her hot, sticky come came from the throbbing, palpitating vaginal hole. At the same time, his cock lodged deep inside her clasping ass, erupted in a powerful ejaculation, spewing his scalding sperm splashing against the walls of her abused rectum.

His cock, still buried inside her asshole, rapidly diminished in size, until with a loud pop, it was out. Totally exhausted, Sally collapsed on the bed. As she closed her eyes, she felt him getting up off the bed. Too tired to move, she lay there, not even thinking about him.

Suddenly, before she was able to react, she found her arms being tied behind her back. She wanted to scream, but the icy fear coursing through her body choked all sounds in her throat. Her eyes widened with fright as she found her legs being spread and tied to the bed posts.

"What… what are you doing?" she asked, stupefying fear scratching at her voice. "Why… why are you doing this?"

His eyes gleamed wickedly in the light. A lewd grin pulled the corners of his mouth.

"Why am I doing this?" he mimicked her fright-filled voice. "I'll tell you," he continued. "I am going to make an example out of you. I am going to show what will eventually happen to every girl like you, every stinking, dirty, streetwalking whore, every filthy cunt who sells her body for money."

Some of Sally's fear left her body, replaced with a cold hatred for this hypocritical old man. Who was he to condemn her for selling her cunt, when it was creatures such as this who enabled her to continue making a living?

"And what about you?" she screamed at him. "What kind of man are you… walking the streets every night until you can find a cunt that you can buy. What kind of saint are you?"

Suddenly, his hand whipped out and slapped hard against Sally's face.

"Yeah," Sally said, "you must be a real tough guy; beating up on women you tie to a bed. Yeah, you're a real tough guy. I'd just like to see you up against a real man – then you'd know what a piss-poor example of a man you really are."

"That's right," he said, "you just keep talking; you're only making it worse for yourself."

She knew that he was right. She was making it worse for herself. She also knew that she had to get out of this. There must be a way!

Cautiously, she began to work on the rope that bound her arms behind her back. If she could only free them she would at least have a chance.

As she continued to struggle with the bonds, she watched as he pulled his belt from his pants.

With an evil laugh, he said, "I'm sure that this is going to hurt you more than it will me."

The next instant, Sally screamed with pain as the heavy leather came down on her soft skin, leaving a dark, red welt. Again, his arm swung down, bringing the belt across her stomach. Another scream tore from her throat.

His laughter filled the room as he lashed her repeatedly with the belt; her torso was nothing more than a mass of deep, crisscrossed welts. Sally was now delirious with pain as he continued to lash her with the belt but, still she managed to continue in her efforts to free her arms.

Throwing the belt onto the floor, he then bent over and grabbed the quivering mounds of her breasts, tearing at them until she thought that he was going to pull them from her chest.

When he had finished with her tortured breasts, he began to slowly, and with great delight, plant punches on her bruised body, directing the last one with great care to her spread, swollen vagina.

Crawling over her, he sat on her breasts. His cock was hard; he grasped it at the base and began to masturbate. His eyes closed as he envisioned in his mind the beating that he had just subjected Sally to. With a guttural groan, his cock erupted with its orgasm, spewing his warmly sticky sperm all over her face, filling her mouth, nose, and eyes with its slimy heat.

At the same time, Sally managed to free her hands, and in a last effort to save herself, she grabbed the lamp from the bedside table and brought it crashing down on his skull. She could hear the sickening sound of bone crunching. He fell to the floor without a sound.

Terrified, without thinking about the pain that her body was in, she untied her ankles from the bedposts and, reaching for the phone, called the police. After giving the officer oh the phone her address she collapsed with relief onto the bed.

Moments later, when the police arrived, their knocks went unanswered.

"Break it in," one of them said. Then, with a loud crash, the door swung open on its hinges. They weren't quite ready for the sight that greeted them. Sally's beaten body was on the bed, while on the floor her client lay with his skull bashed in.

One of the cops phoned the station. Giving them the address, he ordered an ambulance. While they waited, Sally came to.

Tears of relief welled up in her eyes when she saw the uniformed figures beside her bed. Putting his hand on her shoulder, one of them said, "Take it easy, it's all over now."

Minutes later, the ambulance arrived, and putting Sally and the man on stretchers, the police rushed them to the hospital. On her third day in the hospital, a man came into her room, introducing himself as the assistant district attorney.

"Miss Sally Nichols?" he asked.