Atza Nice - Lovers at play

"Who'd listen?" the sheik snarled. "And if they did, I'd only insist you were pulling the old 'rape' trick. Who's going to believe you over a rich man like me, you stupid little bitch!"

"Please, please," she begged, the helplessness closing in on her again. She knew the moment he had said it that he was right. He had only to say that she had started tearing her clothes off and stood there screaming rape in order to humiliate him. No one had to tell her Sheik Abdullah was an important man in the business world. Without a doubt, he'd be believed. The great Sheik Abdullah would never be accused of fucking her against her will. She was only a salesgirl, and a new one, with only two months as the head of the lingerie department. Her boss, Warren Mathieson, would fire her as ruthlessly as he'd fired the girl before her.

"And if you have any ideas about telling about this, forget it. I'll have you blackballed with every business in the country!" His hands bit into her arms cruelly, his lust-contorted face above her spitting out his anger. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She was going to be raped right here and now, and there was nothing she could do about it. Why had she even asked for this job? But she knew. She'd wanted this job as salesgirl more than she'd ever wanted anything! But how could she have predicted this insane performance by one of the customers whom she had to persuade to buy as much as he could? This was the last thing that would ever have occurred to her; that he'd expect her to let him fuck her in exchange for his buying out half the store.

The anger and terror on Dawn's face only made her more beautiful than ever. Her auburn hair streamed in silky wealth down over her shoulders. The blue eyes were wet, her abjectly tear-stained face more white than ever. The cotton dress had come unbuttoned so that the "vee" between her titties had widened and deepened, showing the white lace bra and the hugely billowing mounds foaming over the top. The sheik felt the hardness of his painfully jerking cock once more in his pants.

"Now you listen to me." He twisted her arms behind her and held them in a bruising grip. Then he ran his other hand up the back of her head to catch a handful of shining red waving hair, tilting her face up to him.

"You want to sell me some goods? Well, you'll have to sell yourself first."

Dawn stared in disbelief and horror as she was held completely captive by the desire-driven man, her face turned up to his snarling one, the brutal hands punctuating his words by tightening in her hair. Her brain was still refusing to believe that she was living this here and now. It's really just a dream – you'll wake in a minute. But her sensuously excited body, bruised and humiliated, but strangely aroused, knew only too well that it was real. The pain in her scalp and arms was real. The shuddering sobs rising in waves from her chest were real.

Even as she tried to believe it was a dream, some hidden part of her mind was functioning, telling her that this was her only chance to sell the sheik as much as she could. Besides, women were fucked all the time. She wouldn't die. She'd get the commission, secure her job, everything she wanted and needed. She really wouldn't be giving up that much except an exaggerated sense of pride.

"Now get your clothes off!" Sheik Abdullah flung her away from him. She stumbled, almost falling, but caught herself with a hand on the back of a chair. She was sobbing, struggling for breath, as he watched her cling to a chair back, fighting for control. By God, that was better! He hadn't fucked an innocent like this huge-titted little salesgirl in almost two weeks. Sheik Abdullah took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his vest.

"I said… get them off!"

Dawn's hands fluttered up to her gaping dress and found the last three buttons that closed over her slender waist and hips. It was as though she were blinded by the tears and the dress were an unfamiliar one. Her hands shook as she fumbled and struggled with the buttons.

Stripping swiftly, Sheik Abdullah walked over to the big armchair. He threw all his clothes on the floor and sat down to watch the helplessly weeping girl. His massively throbbing cock was jutting up like a gigantic redwood, and he stroked it fondly as he watched the show.

Dawn Peters was just reluctantly pulling her cotton dress off her smooth white shoulders when she turned slightly to free one arm at a time and saw Sheik Abdullah sitting there completely naked, the olive skin of his face and the smooth hairless skin of his chest giving him a Godlike appearance. His arms were enormously bulging logs, the muscles standing out in armored swells, forearms again barely covered with hairs. Dawn caught her breath as her eyes traveled down the great bellows of his chest to the hard flat belly that was bisected by his gigantic, heavily pulsing cock. It stood up like a battering ram! He was stroking his huge thickness tenderly, his brown eyes hooded by his heavy arrogant lids, as he watched her intently, the prey that had inadvertently stumbled into his lair.

The young salesgirl stood as if caught by a still photograph in the act of undressing, poised and startled, her dark auburn hair tumbled over her white shoulders, the bangs partially covering her frightened, wary eyes. One round white shoulder was bared, as well as her two billowing tits in the inadequate restraint of her small white lace bra. Her dress was opened all the way down to the beginnings of her copper-colored pussyhairs. Her skin was just as smooth and warm over her firmly flat little belly that was dimpled by the indentation of her navel. Remembering her long silken legs, Abdullah wondered what held the stockings up, for in this pose, she looked as though she might have been wearing no panties or pantyhose.

"Get on with it," he ordered, though he really was in no rush, for his eyes were feasting as they hadn't for a very long time. Slowly, she freed the other shoulder and then both arms, the light cotton dress clinging like a drapery around her gracefully curved hips. The sheik could see that she was still trembling as she stood for a moment watching him with fascinated, unbelieving, yet still frightened eyes as he deliberately stroked the shaft of his thickly pulsing cock. Her eyes widened even further. She'd never seen anything to equal the size of his prick, he thought with satisfaction, and she's not likely to see one bigger in the whole city.

The heavily throbbing prick with its thin little cum-slit in the head held Dawn's attention as though it were a snake that had cast a spell over her. Its sinister size and naked need, thrusting up obscenely to the light like a serpent, held her as it stuck up from the dark, pubic-haired basket of the sheik's lap. It would be rape, she thought in panic. No woman could ever willingly let that thing be fucked inside her cunt, for she'd be split open. The young, innocent salesgirl trembled more violently at the thought of being skewered by his heavily pulsing cock. All vestiges of the gentleman had been stripped away from the sheik with his clothes. She saw now a naked savage with only a need that must be satisfied regardless of cost or damage. Some deep inner knowledge recognized, knew, and answered that fact. Her dress slid down her hips to curl in a coil of cotton around her feet.

She stood in two wisps of white lace that were scarcely whiter than her skin except that they were cold white and her body was a white warmed by blood coursing through it and underneath the surface. The bra was hinged in the middle like an opened clam shell; it barely contained her softly trembling tits. The bikini panties were only a strip of white lace, and her pantyhose encased her long, perfectly formed thighs, knees, and calves. The sheik felt his belly constrict, and his hotly throbbing cock jump excitedly in his hand. He couldn't remember ever seeing anything so luscious as the almost naked beauty of the young salesgirl, Dawn Peters! Right now he felt like thanking his wife, but he already had. God knew what she would expect from this. His breath was coming in pants, stopping and starting, as he watched the beautiful, young innocent hesitantly perform the strip tease before him.