Roger Grayson: The Two-Way Mirror

Karen gasped aloud, the sight of his obese nakedness shattering her mental wall of privacy, his fat, grinning, baby-like face sending the first wave of revulsion surging through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk and locked on the stiff rod of flesh projecting from the black, woolly, hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip wet with the obscene secretion it produced. She gasped again and began shaking her head negatively, her mouth fall open loosely, her lovely eyes widening in a panic that was fast over-whelming her.

Oh, my God! What… what was I thinking of? I can't! I can't! This… this ugly greasy man! I… I…

"I… I can't do it, Mr. Fletcher!" she blurted at him. "I just can't!"

He moved in close to her, his arms encircling her, jerking her body against him and causing his prick to stab between her legs because of their equal height, her erect protruding breasts digging into the flabbiness of his chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, tender flesh of her own.

"Don't be a little fool!" he hissed. "Who the hell are you trying to kid, baby? You've been married and divorced! Don't try to play the virgin act with me. You've been fucked more ways than I can think of!"

"Oh God!" Karen wailed, trying to get her hands between them and push his vile body off of her.

Fletcher had locked his hands behind her waist and was pressing her back against the bed. The little bitch was suddenly going to go chaste on him, eh? Well, he had gotten a rundown on her a long time back, when he'd first seen her on the elevator… knew that she was a divorcee… and too many times he had drooled over just the sight of her to let her get away from him now. She had come to him… had played the game with him all evening. It was too late… too late, baby! He wasn't about to let her go until he'd sunk his throbbing cock deep into that delectable tight little cunt of hers. He was going to shoot his sperm up into that white little belly if it killed him… and being here the way she was, there was nothing she could ever do about it!

"Oh God, don't… don't!" Karen begged as he pressed her backwards and they fell onto the bed, his vast bulk crushing the breath from her while his ramrod prick remained thrust between her thighs, its upper portion partially insinuated between the fleshy lips of her cringing loins, its head snugly fit between her flattened and pressed down buttocks. "Please… please, Mr. Fletcher… I was wrong. I thought I could… but I can't, don't you see?"

"I see that you're a teasing little bitch!" he spat down at her. "A cock teaser, eh? Well baby, you're going to get fucked like you haven't had it in a long time. I may be fat, but when it comes to fucking, I'm king, hear me?"

Karen winced beneath his foul, vile language. A scene from another time raced through her brain. She was going to be raped! She knew that she couldn't hold her legs together against him… was no match for his strength… His evil, lewd thing was going to ram into her precious womanhood and violate her horribly… spit its vulgar sperm up into her belly and there was nothing she could do to stop him! He was trying to kiss her and she rolled her head frantically, but he caught it between his small hands and held it vise-like as he laved her face with his infant tongue.

"Oh… oh, Mr. Fletcher… I beg you, please… please don't," she whimpered beneath him,

pinioned helplessly under his hugeness.

He hardly heard her and she felt him forcing her legs apart. Struggling seemed ridiculous, but she did, even as he ding his nails into her tender white flesh, spreading her thighs until he was planted firmly between them, both of them grunting like fighting animals in their duel… until at last, she groaned pitifully, then, looking up into his simpering face, spat viciously, her saliva splattering between his fish-colored eyes and dripping down his pug nose.

"You goddamned little cunt!" he squealed hoarsely, slapping her cruelly across the face. "I'll make you pay for that. I swear… I'll make you pay!"

He wiped at his face and then his hand disappeared. Tears welled up into Karen's eyes as she felt him spreading the lips of her vagina with the blood-inflated head of his cock. She almost wanted to beg his forgiveness as she felt it splay the moist, pink flesh and position itself before the tight and tender mouth of her vaginal passage. Her eyes gaped as she stared up into his brutal, lust-contorted, baby-like face.

"Now, goddamn you… beg!" he spat. "Let me hear you beg!"

"Oh… Oooahhhh, my dear God," she whimpered and he pressed forward slowly until she could feel the bloated tip of his enraged prick pressing cruelly against the tight elastic opening of her unready and unwanting vagina.

A leer of undisguised brutal lust twisted the pink cherubic face above her as it said: "Spit in my face will you, bitch! Well… we'll see… we'll see…"

She felt his hips lift and automatically her hands went down to grab and hold them back, but it was a useless attempt. He thrust and she screamed. The head of his cock burst inside her defenseless cunt with the force of some blunt, impaling log… and he held there momentarily while his piggish eyes absorbed the agony on her tormented, beautiful face… then, he sent it soaring into her when she least expected it… mercilessly like a roaring bull given its head… piercing and expanding the tight unsuspecting pink, moist walls of her passage in a thundering plunge that not only took her breath away, but her wits… She fainted…

When she opened her eyes again, she felt momentarily nauseous. He lay between her legs and she seemed to burn from her knees to her breasts. She squirmed beneath his great body and the warm, wet sloshing in her belly registered. Fear gripped her. Oh, my God… He'd emptied his foul loins into her while she was unconscious. She felt it, like a pool of seething lava. It swirled in the depths of her belly. She stared up at him and he grinned simperingly down at her.

"I'm not mad if you're not," he said.

Dear God, how she'd like to plunge a knife into his heart. She said nothing, only turned her face from him. His hands were on her breasts, clutching and manipulating, rolling the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers endeavoring to harden and distend them. He dropped his drooling lips onto one and sucked. She sensed his tongue, a maddening vortex of sensation she couldn't ignore. Wild little flurries flittered through her belly. She writhed and simultaneously felt again the growing of his cock between her helpless thighs.

"Haven't you had enough rape for one night?" she threw at him.

He chuckled. "You vixen… you almost had me fooled," he said, slipping his hand down between the open lips of her cunt. He let a fingertip steal up and taunt her clitoris, the nail only grazing against it… enough to send overpowering paroxysmal sensations rippling through her.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned uncontrollably.

Karl Fletcher laughed aloud. "This time, we're both going to enjoy it, darling."

"Don't call me darling. Don't, don't, don't!" she screamed at him.

Again, he laughed. "All right, bitch! That's what I'll call you. Bitch!" he spat as he squirmed his heavy bulk on top of her and she felt his prick grinding into her once more. "Only this time, I've got other ideas…"

Like that she felt him rise from her, all of his weight lift up and off her and she struggled to get to her feet, but it was an amazing performance on his part and suddenly she found herself flipped onto her face and his massive bulk atop her once more, her race buried in the soft coverlet on the bed.

"Goddamn you!" she screamed back at him, and Fletcher laughed. She was totally helpless, face down and spread-eagled, hardly able to breathe as she lay pinned beneath him. His huge belly pressed into the soft hollow of her back and his growing erection lay snugly insinuated lengthwise between her buttocks. She felt his hands press into the mattress to slide beneath her flattened breasts and begin their kneading and squeezing once more as he rocked gently on top of her, pressuring his shaft in rhythmic simulating movements into the tight warm crevice of her soft, quivering buttocks.