Atza Nice - Lovers at play

Next came the bra. The sheik sat very still, slowing his cock-stroking motions as he watched Dawn's shaking hand reach up to the hinge between her hugely billowing tits. A little fumbling and the white lace cups were slowly peeled aside to reveal the smooth, whitely trembling titties. They were even more beautiful than he could have imagined. The bra had been only an adornment, a convention, for it did nothing to support their immense weight. Her softly trembling tits hadn't sagged a millimeter when she pulled the bra cups away. The lacy wisps dangled by their straps down her arms and, as her arms fell, the useless garment slid off her hands to join the cotton dress.

A strange thing was happening inside Dawn for she was suddenly getting a perverse enjoyment from watching Sheik Abdullah's arousal as her nakedness increased. The magnetically hypnotic effect of the man was somehow working on her, easing her terrible fright to a weird tingle of anticipation, a curiosity, and an ambition to see what would happen next. She could feel his hungry eyes nuzzling and mouthing and sucking her nipples, and those eyes were almost as tangible as his huge hand had been before on her still tingling tits. Oh God. What was happening to her? Hid she been too long a single girl with no man of her own that suddenly the prospect of a man watching her strip completely naked and wanting to fuck her crazy was driving her insane?

In the five years now that she'd worked for the store, she'd never had time for men, for she'd been too busy rushing through her college degree and getting the work experience that she needed. A few furtive scattered experiences in the backs of cars and on couches of a roommate's apartment had been too few and so meaningless. Her hours had been too full of getting her career started, of making it on her own, and success had been enough.

The sheik's lecherous eyes were laving her body gluttonously, every sensuously voluptuous curve of it. The slenderness, the whiteness, the smoothness were unbelievable in their beauty. His hands gripped the arms of his chair, for the lush young redhead stood in only the strip of white nylon covering her soft, puffy cunt mound and the tan-colored pantyhose encasing her beautifully long legs. Her fingertips eased down her silky sides, slipping inside the lace bikini and the elastic of the pantyhose as she stepped out of the wedged sandals. Dawn began peeling the lace strip slowly down with the pantyhose, and the softly curling hairs of her reddish tinged pussy came into view, looking like a hotly blazing fire between her thighs.

The young salesgirl stripped the thin nylon down her legs until the white lace-topped bikini and pantyhose lay around her ankles. Slowly she toed them off her feet. The trembling had stopped now, as well as the quaking inside. A resignation had taken over. What had seemed an unreasonable and unlikely way to get to keep her job, a degrading and unfair way, she began to accept, since there was nothing else to do. Sheik Abdullah had blocked her every avenue of escape. He'd outmaneuvered her, and there was a grudging respect for that, even if she couldn't admire his methods. Somehow, with every increasing inch of her exposed nakedness, his mastery seemed to wane, and Dawn Peters felt stronger and more sure of herself. He was clearly mesmerized by her sensuously curved young body. She felt almost calm as she stood naked before him, clad only in the wealth of lustrously waving auburn hair falling down her back and the echoing, curled triangle of pussy fur up between her legs.

Again he stared at her, inventorying the incredible delights of this beautiful American girl whose perfection of face and body was unreal, a fiction, an image. Round where a woman should be round, slender where slenderness was needed. He sat for a long moment, his eyes locked on hers, but his peripheral vision saw all of her as she stood. One knee was bent slightly so that her cunthairs formed an apex for her long slender legs and a support for the flatly smooth plane of her belly. The curved hips swayed into a narrow waist and a fragile rib cage that looked incapable of supporting her white, hugely billowing tits. Dawn's lips were wetly parted, the lipstick gone, dissolved somewhere between their mouths earlier, but a natural, ripe color had taken its place.

Something about his gluttonous eyes changed suddenly. Dawn felt a clutch of fear in her diaphragm again. The sheik was looking at her as though she were one of the pieces of merchandise that she had been sent here to sell him, and his greedy eyes were assessing her value to him. His huge, thickly pulsating prick looked more menacing than ever. She shuddered and closed her eyes, her arms coming up to cross and shelter her softly quivering tits.

"Please… please…" she whispered.

"Come here," he commanded, the lust in his guttural bark tinged with venom.

The young redhead opened her eyes reluctantly and stared, somehow frozen to the spot of carpet where she stood, her toes sunk in its thick richness. "I… I don't want to sell you anything anymore," she whispered fearfully. "Please, please just let me go."

"You don't want to sell me anything!" he roared sarcastically. "Like hell you don't, you lying bitch. Don't pull that shit on me." Sheik Abdullah sat back in the high-backed chair again, turned her brutally to face him. One hand came out to spread her legs apart as he sat down. He was panting in great torturous breaths as he looked up at her helplessly shrinking body nakedly opened at the thighs.

Dawn felt him lift her then, the strong hands digging into her tender flesh as he grinned, fitted her into position above his lap, and then hammered her widespread cunt in one mighty thrust down onto the vicious, hotly pulsating spike of his huge cock. The pain seared through her pussy, tearing at her very vitals in one excruciating, rippling agony.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" the young girl screamed as Sheik Abdullah's cock fucked up into her innocent pussy as though she had been mortally speared. A burning auger was cutting into her flesh and was pushing her very organs too high with its hugeness. Nothing in her whole life had prepared her for this raging maniac who used her so brutally, degraded her so pitilessly. Her horribly stretched cunt, only fucked a few times before, seemed wounded beyond repair by the thickly throbbing prick that fucked into her with a thickness much too great for her tight little cunt opening.

The sheik felt his hotly pulsing cock fuck deep into her warmly resisting flesh. It was the tightest, most clinging, clasping cunt he'd ever been in! His cock jerked gratefully deep in her cringing little belly. He tried to fuck even deeper, though his whole pussy-stretching cock was covered with futilely resisting cuntflesh that clenched and pulsated around it, her red pussyhairs tangling with his black ones. Jesus! She was the smallest, tightest little pussy he could remember. A deep grunt came from his chest as he pulled her jack-knifed knees down through and under the chair arms so that her thighs and legs could dangle, her gleaming white asscheeks riding more comfortably on his hard thighs. She was moaning incoherently, her hands clutching his huge shoulders, trying vainly to ease herself off his huge cunt-splitting cock. He crushed her against his heaving chest, his smooth chest flattening the tender white flesh of her tits, his arms holding the slender trunk of her nakedly quaking body as his mouth captured hers. His tongue fucked straight into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth, echoing the thrust of his deeply embedded cock fucking so far up in her tightly clasping cunt.

The young girl squirmed and gasped, completely impaled by the sheik's massively throbbing prick and the long devouring tongue fucking into her throat. The pain was a sheet of red agony that covered her, filming her, every cell crying out for relief, and she knew there was none. She was caught and skewered, as defenseless as a butterfly impaled on a pin, her whole body at Sheik Abdullah's mercy, and it was all too obvious that he had none. Even as she tried to get enough breath in her laboring lungs, the sobs bubbled up in great, racking, stifled moans and the tears crept helplessly from beneath her tangled lashes. She knew it was hopeless. She must somehow live through the inhuman agony, this torture of hell of his huge cunt-splitting cock fucking into her innocent pussy. His hands were all over her, burning brands that seared her nakedly sensitive flesh, and she imagined the red prints they must be leaving.