Atza Nice - Lovers at play

"Nooooo… noooo…" she screamed, tearing herself from the surprised older man and running across the polished floor to the wide entry hall. It was as though she were being pursued by a horror she'd never encountered before, and that horror was the secret of her own cock-hungry body that so inexplicably suddenly needed and wanted to be fucked senseless by as many cocks as it could take.

Dawn had almost reached the front door and freedom when she felt his hard hands grasp her roughly to fling her back across the room. Her fall was broken by the arm of the huge overstuffed couch in the center of the living room, and she fell against it heavily. He was on her before she could recover, bending her back over the arm until she thought her spine would split and crack.

Glen Cooper crushed the dazed young salesgirl's body to him, feeling her fearfully trembling tits heaving up and down like a long distance runner's. In the struggle the blouse buttons had come loose between her hugely billowing tits, revealing a deep shadowy cleavage. The triumphant older man looked down at his beautiful young salesgirl, whose eyes were terrified and wide. "Fuck baby. I told you we were going to fuck. You don't go until I'm through with you, understand? I've waited too long," he panted, leaning down to nibble her huge tittie through the fabric. "Too long for your hot little cunt!"

"Please, please, nooooooooo!" Dawn screamed, feeling his mouth wetting her dress, the teeth nibbling gently at her tit. The little nipple popped obediently out and erect the moment he touched her.

"You planned this, didn't you?" She wept helplessly.

"Of course." He raised his head and laughed harshly.

Her back was breaking, head reeling from the alcohol, and she felt more helpless than she ever had before. This maniac department store manager was going to fuck her like a common whore, the lewd whore she had become. Oh God, why did this have to happen to her?

"I can fuck you in here, or you can be sensible and come to my bedroom."

Dawn just lay there on the couch, weeping helplessly. The nightmare was never ending. Finally she looked up at Glen Cooper's hard face leering down at her triumphantly. He'd won and he knew it. She was so tired of fighting men off. So tired.

Dully she felt him pick her up, lifting her easily in his arms. She closed her eyes and simply let it happen. The hall was long. She could feel Glen Cooper's cock throbbing hotly through his trousers and hitting her asscheeks with every step. In her mind's eye she could see the long curving, tree-lined road in front of the house. She tried to concentrate on how far away his neighbors were. Were they close enough to hear her scream?

Cooper set her carefully on the edge of the huge king-size bed in the large room that looked over the city. It was the master suite that no woman had occupied with him since he had moved in. He opened the French windows and the hot Texas air blew through the sheer curtains into the huge room. Dawn sat, head down and defeated where he left her. Her clothes were rumpled, her silk dress unbuttoned and ripped from the struggle. She looked now like an unkempt street whore. He walked deliberately to the huge closet, rummaging until he found a long lavender negligee.

"Stand up," he commanded.

Dully Dawn looked up at him, unmoving. "Mr. Cooper, please. I don't belong here. Please let me go. None of this makes any sense. I can do you no good." The tears poured afresh from her pleading eyes as she whispered desperately.

"If this got around the store you would be fired," she tried.

"But who would they believe? A wild little salesgirl or its respected manager?" Glen reached out and pulled her to her feet.

"I don't care about my job any more. But I will make sure that you lose yours…" It had to be a nightmare. This huge room, the beautiful house, the boss standing there looking at her with a strange look, as though he were raping her with his eyes.

"I wouldn't try it, honey." Glen turned her to face the large floor-length mirror. She stood disheveled, reflected in the huge oval mirror hanging on the wall across from the bed. He stood behind her, his hands sliding down the buttons of her dress, slipping them free quickly. Deftly he pulled the dress from her, and she stood trembling in the beige bra and pale pantyhose.

She must be drunk Dawn decided. Her head swam and she would have stumbled if Glen's hands had not held her. She watched in fascination as they slid over her nakedly trembling young flesh. The flesh did not cringe, but warmed to his touch. The long fingers dropped her bra straps, unhooking the back catch, and pulled the confining garment from her, spilling her hugely billowing tits with their little pink tips. Those fingers slid her pantyhose down over her whitely rounded hips and curved thighs; the crisp red pussy curls were a wild stain against her pale white skin. She held her breath. It was like a play at the crucial moment. She could feel the tension building, and her breath was caught somewhere painfully in her breast. When her legs were free of the hose, she stood nakedly before him shivering and shaking with fear and a weird kind of anticipation, eyes wide but almost unseeing, glazed with the drinks and disbelief.

She stood in a trance, watching as his hands placed a long drift of see-through lavender cloth across her shoulders to float down her back to the floor. Dawn was framed in the thin see-through folds falling around her voluptuously sculptured body like a dream – a lush, sensual dream. Glen's face was blank, carefully controlled, as though he were seeing more than a nakedly beautiful young girl with red hair in the mirror there. His hands caught her softly rounded shoulders and he held her, looking into the mirror in a strained silence that neither of them broke.

Finally she heard him whisper, "Beautiful!" Dawn was frozen to the thick carpet, seeing herself as a princess in a child's fairy tale. This whole evening was like a dream and her boss, a man she had liked and thought she knew, like a stranger.

Glen stood trembling as he held the young beauty. She was unreal, an image of the ideal woman – an image of perfection. Unbidden, his hands slid down to cup her nakedly quivering tits in his hands. The flesh felt voluptuous, silkenly erotic.

Suddenly he was ripping his own clothes off with shaking fingers. He threw them to the floor in a fury while his eyes were glued to the vision of beauty before him that stood still as a statue, her eyes glazed and unseeing.

The dream was broken for Dawn when she felt herself crushed into his naked body, her mouth captured and lanced by his lewdly searching tongue, as his heavily throbbing cock stabbed the quivering softness of her belly. Her huge, whitely billowing tits ground nakedly against the hair-covered chest that heaved with a muscular passion.

A moan tore up from Glen's throat as he felt her naked body trembling against his as his fingers bit deeply into the softly fragile flesh. The lavender cloth slipped away and finally dropped unheeded to the floor. His painfully throbbing cock was screaming in agony, and his tenderly swollen balls filled almost to the bursting point. He pushed her roughly back against the brocade-covered bed where she sprawled like a limp doll from the force of his arms.

Glen looked down to see one long, whitely silken thigh still trailing to the floor, the other splayed out on the bed, a sparse red triangle of softly curling pussyhairs at the apex, outlining her pink cunt like a halo, and he groaned at the sight. The delicious young pussy was visibly pulsing as its juices seeped slowly and gleamed on the naked flesh of her wetly swollen cuntlips. He threw himself on the bed between her lewdly spread legs, his hands catching the velvety smooth hips as his mouth clamped down hard on her hotly throbbing pussy.