Unknown - White slave

He began a hard rhythmic fucking motion in and out of Sandy's moistly stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from his arched backstroke and battering her writhing body back hard against the sofa cushions, all the while continuing the relentless plundering of her anus with his rigid finger, slowly pistoning it in rhythm with long, skewering thrust of his lust-distended cock, bringing loud sobbing gasps from her half-opened lips in time with agonizing tempo of his finger and his cock fucking her at once. He could feel the hardness of his cock through the thin fleshy membrane between her cuntal and anal channel as he rammed into her again and again; his finger, plundering her hopelessly stretched little asshole, rubbed along the whole throbbing length of his prick as it wetly slithered deep into her cunt.

Sandy was enjoying every delicious second of it – through a series of unusual circumstances, she'd been without a man for two days now, and nothing on earth could have felt better than this, the blood-boiling ecstasy of a long, hard male cock fucked deep into her craving young belly. That was the way she liked it, and the harder and bigger it was, the better. Being fucked by a man like this was always brought out those suppressed masochistic urges she kept hidden in everyday life and lying flat on her back like this, absolutely naked and helpless, she could let those shameful desires and passions run rampant through her writhing body, could pull her knees back tight against her breasts and savor wondrously the deep, burrowing thrusts of a man's cock far up inside her moistly heated cuntal passage. Roger was very well-hung, and she liked that most of all in a man, and now, nothing else mattered…!

One floor above, someone was thinking identical thoughts. Margaret Sorenson plumped up her feather pillow for the fourth time that night and peeled up the afghan that sat folded at the foot of her man-empty bed. Already she'd taken one Sominex, and it had done nothing but depress her and make her feet tingle with a strange, drugged sensation. And it was late, the clock warned, as she finally sat up in bed and flicked on the night lamp beside her bed, standing next to the photograph of Sandor.

With a groan of self-loathing, she lovingly picked up the metal framed photograph of her deceased husband. He stood on a pier, a huge oceanliner behind him; it was taken in 1968 when she and Sandor got off the boat to face their destiny in America. How happy and vibrant he looked! Margaret blinked back the tears, bit into her lip and put it back to its bedside grave.

What would dear, wonderful Sandor think if he knew that at that very moment she lay in bed lonely and anguished… for the want of another man! A man who had given her his love with promises for more, and then carefully avoided her.

She wailed, covering her face with her hands, a wave of remorse washing over her as she struggled to keep from going to Roger's door and pounding angry fists against it. Where was the love she needed so badly? She'd done everything she could to please him – cooked for him, cleaned for him, and… and oh my God, he realized she'd done that too. She'd had oral love with him.

No! Her Swedish pride screamed a shaking finger at her. She couldn't go down there and embarrass herself in front of him. But damn! Roger was all she had now, and she couldn't stand to lose him too. Instead, she would take another sleeping pill, count sheep, and cry herself to sleep. But never, never would she humiliate herself in front of him.

The pill sipped easily down her throat and she turned off the lights…

One floor below, Sandy's hips were moving with a savage rhythm now, grinding up against her landlord's hairy loins with increasing speed as he stepped up the dual pace of his cock and finger ravaging both hot hungry holes down there between her quivering legs.

"Yes, yes, Goddamn it yes! Fuck me, oh, shit, yes. Fuck me, darling!" she cried, squirming her body lewdly around beneath Roger's pelvis, knocking the sofa cushions askew in her mindless passion.

The wanton young girl opened her eyes… she could see the clear unmistakable silhouette of a man hovering over her, but the face was a blank shadow. She raised her neck slightly, looking down between her upturned thighs and saw the long, glistening shaft of his hardened cock sliding easily in and out of her wildly quivering cunt. A cold chill raced along her spine as he thrust his hips forward, driving the thick gleaming pole up into the hot wetness of her tightly clasping tunnel. It didn't matter that his face was invisible; in fact, it almost seemed right… she needed a man, any man, his face was of no importance. What she needed – what she yearned for – was buried deliciously now up between her smooth bare thighs.

The ecstasy soon reached a bone-shattering peak. "Oh, God, yes, don't stop! Fuck me like this forever, baby! Don't stop! Yes, oh yes, fuck me!" She grunted her words into the chill darkness, grinding her naked young ass up against him faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous pole of hot flesh that was skewering her like a heavy hunk of meat, pounding its long way deeper and deeper up into her belly with a frantic, animal tempo.

It was impossible to keep up the heated pace any longer; she felt too Goddamned good. Roger could not hold back another second, and he took one lustful look at the abandonedly writhing young brunette pinned helplessly beneath the weight of his body and began fast, pushing thrusts that buried his powerfully pulsating prick right up to the pubic hairs on his pelvis with each and every deep, skewering lunge. Faster and faster he pounded, far up into her hot raging little belly, every muscle tensed, sweat dripping from his chest and thighs, faster, harder, deeper…

"No, no, please! Wait! Please wait just a little longer…!" Sandy cried, as she realized he was about to cum. But it was too late, for Roger's lips parted and a long low groan of relief escaped as his sperm-swollen balls heatedly pumped spurt after spurt of white hot cum deep into her quivering cunt. The brunette girl ground her frantically writhing loins up tightly against his pelvis in a futile attempt to halt the warm flow, but she was betrayed by her own eager cunt which hungrily milked his jerking cock, until every last drop of his viscous load was sloshing deep up inside her passion distended womb.

Roger pulled himself off the still squirming girl, his cock slithering wetly from her heated depths as the thickly bearded pink lips of her cunt reluctantly released their prize. A thin string of white stickiness hung momentarily from the tip of his limply dangling cock before it fell onto her smooth unblemished thighs.

Sandy lay quietly, at least as quietly as she could considering the sexual turmoil churning in her loins, as Roger stretched out beside her, his prick lying uselessly between his wide-spread thighs. Her full young breasts rose and fell rapidly as she gasped for breath to fill her passion-emptied lungs and still the flames of undiluted passion raging uncontrollably in her cunt – a scorching inferno of unfulfilled animal desires that still painfully awaited relief. Without any conscious effort, as if in a dream and she was alone with no one to witness her shamefulness, her own hands began to ease slowly along the flat expanse of her belly, drawn as if by magic to the fluffy little vee between her thighs. The fingertips of both hands brushed lightly over the puffy hot lips of her wetly hungry crevice, and a jolt of excitement shot through her torso as she began caressing the incredibly sensitive folds. One outstretched slender finger slipped inside the sperm soaked opening as if it had a mind of its own, and she could feel the softly moist walls close involuntarily around the invader, hungrily gasping at anything to fill the painful void.