J. Forte: The Sex Thief

Marc experienced-a feeling of triumph as the woman submitted fully to him. And, as always, his excitement rose as he recognized in her the thing he seemed to find in common with all the women he draped." And that thing was lust.

He led her across the room to the long, low divan that set before the fireplace, and he told her to be seated. Then he returned to the bar, mixed them both a drink and turned off the television and all lights but the small one behind the bar. It cast only a feeble light to the rest of the spacious den and from where he stood by the bar he could only make out the dim outlines of Barbara's features across the room. Going back to her, he handed her the drink and she took it without speaking. She sat there quietly as he removed his clothing and finally he was naked save for the ski mask and his gloves. As he pulled off his gloves, he looked down at her and smiled at the obvious apprehension she was experiencing.

"Nothing like you thought it would be, is it, Babs?"

She shook her head and sipped the straight vodka slowly. "No… I, that is, I don't suppose rape ever is what a woman thinks it's going to be."

Marc drained his glass and set it aside. He moved close to her and took hold of his prick to hold it steady just inches from her mouth. "Can you call this rape?"

She licked her lips and looked at his pulsing shaft so close to her mouth. "No… not really… yet it is," she shook her head. "I don't know-I'm so confused."

"Then let me help you to understand," he said softly and moved closer.

Barbara looked up at him and in the dim light it was as though she were looking up at the Devil. The slitted eyes of the ski mask with its wide gash for the mouth looked like a leering, evil face, and she experienced a moment of panic as she realized again that she wanted this! Setting her glass down, she reached up and took hold of his prick and brought it to her mouth. She licked out with her tongue, and the instant she touched the tactile surface of his prick head she shivered. Then his hands were on her head and he was forcing his swollen prick into her mouth. She struggled briefly as he plunged into her throat and she gagged. Then he pulled back and stroked her head tenderly as she swallowed and began laying the underside of his cock with her tongue.

"Suck it bitch!" he growled at her. "Suck my prick and feel my come run down your throat… suck it the way you've always wanted to suck one. No one can see you-we're all alone… suck it deep… use your tongue on it, Babs… that's it… that's it… I knew you wanted to suck my prick the moment I laid eyes on you-your mouth was made to suck cocks… suck it, you little cocksucker!"

Barbara heard the words and they excited her-no man had ever spoken to her in that manner before, and as she felt her mouth filled with his throbbing cock, she knew it was true-she wanted to taste his come wanted him to shoot off in her mouth, wanted to suck his prick! She moaned around his prick as her hands moved to his naked ass and she pulled him to her. Frantically, she ran her hands up and down the backs of his hairy legs and took more and more of his prick into her mouth. She felt it nudge the back of her throat and as it did, her nose touched his pubic hair and she realized… the nearly the entire length of his delicious cock in her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his prick as he pulled back, and she knew that all she needed was for him to touch her and she'd explode! She ground her naked ass against the cushion of the couch and pressed her knees together as she felt his legs against her own.

Marc felt himself coming and he knew he could not, hold back-a vision of his own mother sucking his prick came to him then and he grabbed hold of the woman's short, honey-blond hair with his right hand and jerked her mouth off his prick. As he did, she gasped and looked up at him in sudden fear. Then his prick exploded and gushed out great globs of sticky white come. He spurted his load all over her lovely face as she writhed beneath his hand and the hot came splashed against her eyes, her cheeks, her lips. She moaned loudly and licked out to take a glob of it on her tongue. As she opened her mouth, Marc shoved his spurting prick back into her mouth and she sighed heavily as she sucked him dry. Finally, the contractions had passed and he stood panting over her as she kissed the head of his prick. She took her hand and wiped the come from her face to smear it over the length of his shaft; then she licked it clean. And as she did Marc saw that he had not lost his erection-her licking had kept it stiff and ready. Rubbing it over her cheeks, Barbara moaned again and looked up at him wistfully.

"Take me… God, take me now!" she said, and sat back on the couch, her legs splayed obscenely and her belly heaving as she sobbed in passion. Marc fell to his knees and pulled the ski mask off his face. He rubbed her thighs with both hands as he moved forward, and as he approached her sopping cunt with his mouth she shivered and threw her legs up over his shoulders, taking hold of his head to crush it to her cunt.

"Godddddd!" she wailed "Yesssss… now! Suck me… suck my cunt… I'm commmmmming!" And she thrashed about as his hot tongue moved in and out of her gushing pussy and found her clit high in the hairy gash. She jerked spasmodically and lifted her hips completely off the couch as her orgasm broke over her tortured body. He sucked her wildly as he realized she was not faking an orgasm but had been driven nearly to the brink while sucking his cock. He ran his hands up her body to clutch her heaving tits as she pulled his face deeper into her cunt and bounced up and down on the cushions of the divan. "Agghhhh! Ughhhhn.. Oh. God, Oh, God… OH MY GOD… YESSSSSSSI" And she quivered hotly as though in a death throw beneath his sucking mouth.

Barbara fought for breath as she felt herself pulled from the couch and onto the floor to lie beside the man who had just destroyed her entire illusory world. She felt his mouth on hers and she sucked his tongue greedily as he fondled her tits and placed her hand over his stiff prick. She was ruined for Pete, and she knew it-never again would she settle for a Saturday night obligation from her husband, and if she had to take to the streets to find another man like the one who was making love to her now, she would do it, and damn the consequences! She rolled over and felt his prick throb heavily in her hand as she, climbed atop him and guided it into her hot wet cunt.

"Yes… fuck me now!" she told him huskily. She sought his mouth again and rubbed her pelvis against his as his prick slid into that tight channel between her legs. "Ughhhnnn! You're so big… so fucking big and good!" she gasped as she entered her fully. "So good… so fucking good!" she cried obscenely as his hand cupped the full cheeks of her ass and pulled her body down to his.

Marc raised his hips slightly as he entered the woman's soft cunt; he felt the folds of flesh push aside as his prick forced its way into the clasping wetness of her body and, as she forced her tongue into his mouth, he was awed by her passion. It was tenfold what he had expected from her and, suddenly unleashed, it was almost to too much for him.

He fucked in and out of her hotly clasping cunt and felt her teeth on his shoulder as he moved his hands between their sweating bodies to cup her full tits and squeeze them strongly.

Above him, Barbara was enraptured with his body and the feelings she was experiencing as he moved hips in unison with hers. His prick slid in and out of her velvet tunnel to rub her swollen clit maddeningly. She bit and clawed and thrashed above him until an animal like cry came from deep in her throat and she felt her body stiffen as the first wave of her second orgasm washed over her, taking her breath away.