Brad Harris - Turned on secretary

She had him! She really had him! Tom had stepped back from her in shock and disbelief. His eyes opened wide in apprehension as she snarled angrily at him. He was searching for some good explanation. She could sense that. He was struggling to produce some excuse.

"You didn't dance very long, though," she continued. "You only danced long enough to get the girl hot. Then you took her out. Hell, I could have reached out and touched you. You passed that close to me. You were so busy eying her that you didn't see me. You just couldn't wait to get it inter, could you?"

Tom fought back in the only way he knew. His hand came around without warning and cracked against her face. He hit Sheila again as she staggered backwards. Then he grabbed her and pulled her to him. His body shook with combined rage and frustration. The stench of beer was all about him, mixed with the girl's cheap perfume and the scent of dried cum.

"Why were you checking up on me?" he demanded angrily. "I know! Hell yes, I know! You wanted to catch me at something! You wanted to get something on me. You wanted an excuse to fuck all your rich boy friends!"

He paused, panting wildly. His eyes had a crazy, irrational look about them. His hands shook even more furiously as he glared at Sheila. Then, without warning, he caught the neck of her sweater and pulled roughly. The fabric refused to tear, increasing his anger and determination. He caught the sweater in both hands and yanked with all his might. The collar split apart, giving him a moment of satisfaction before he stripped it off her.

"I'll show you a real fuck!" he gasped. "I'll show you what a cock can do to a pussy with fancy ideas!"

Tom pushed her to the floor and fell on top of her. He pinned her to the carpet as he struggled to get his cock free of his pants. Sheila reached one hand upward and drug her fingernails along his cheek, feeling the quick satisfaction of bringing streaks of blood to the surface of his skin. Her pleasure was short lived, however. Tom slammed his fist against her jaw even more brutally. Her head slammed back against the floor as she felt any ability to resist him fade in a swirling haze of slipping consciousness. She lay back, helpless and frightened, as he tugged with her slacks.

His breath came in angry, lustful gasps as he lay on her, wrestling her slacks down and then tearing her panties from her hips. His nostrils flared with sensuous rage. His mouth hung loosely open. His eyes glittered in anticipation. He met her look of amazement once, his wrathful contempt for her all too apparent.

"What's the matter, honey?" he laughed roughly. "Your prissy boy friends not this rough? You think you're too good for it this way? Shit! A slut like you is supposed to get roughed up. Yeah! I been too nice with you. That's your trouble."

He slammed his cock into her. His hands pulled painfully at her tits, ripping her bra from her as he dug his angry pecker into her pussy with brutal force. He muttered hoarsely as his body lunged and reared over her. Sheila recovered her strength and was about to fight him. Then she relaxed and lay back. Why take the trouble? He wanted her to do that. He wanted the chance to beat her again. If she just lay back and didn't resist he'd shoot his wad soon enough. Tom could never last more than a minute or two when he wasn't angry. He should be blowing it into her any time now.

He fucked her for a longer time than usual. His face glowed with delight as he banged away. Damn him, she thought. He prefers it like this. The bastard was getting more pleasure out of roughing her up than he ever got out of fucking her in the bed. She shuddered at the pure pleasure that radiated from him. Damn! Damn! He was going to go after her like this all night. She began to revise her decision to submit passively. Her tits were throbbing with pain from the way he worked at them. Her nipples were sore as hell from the squeezing play of his fingers. Her pussy was pulsing more from the slamming force of his body than from any stimulation by his cock.

"Please!" she heard herself whisper. "Please hurry!"

She hadn't meant to beg him. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. The words had leaped out before she realized it. Sheila clamped her lips shut, cursing herself for that moment of weakness. The deeper smile on his face as he heard her made her sick. She felt disgust with her weakness as she watched him grin lewdly.

"You're changing your tune!" he laughed. "Hell! You usually beg me to hold off! Now you can't wait to feel me give it to you! Maybe you like it this way, huh?"

She didn't answer him. Sheila closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his ecstatic face. All she wanted was to get it over with. Damn him, this was no time to start prolonging his charge. She lay passive beneath him as his prick ripped through her in rapid, vicious thrusts. She prayed for it all to end, for hint to finally have his satisfaction.

"Ohhhh, Baby!" he panted. "We're riding now! You get this much cock from your rich boy friends? Ohhhhhh! Uhhhhhh!"

His fury dissolved into rapid, frantic lunges. Sheila sighed in relief as his wad came boiling into her cunt. She submitted to his groping, twisting hands as his cock emptied its hot load through her. She lay quiet as he finally completed his violent assault and pulled his cock from her.

"Maybe that'll hold you," he grinned down at her. "You want to come checking on me again, you remember what happened?"

She lay on the carpet, her eyes closed as he shoved his cock back into his pants and got up. She heard him walk into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. Tom opened a can of beer, then walked back to the living room. He paused before going to the bedroom and scowled at her.

"Get up!" he snarled. "You act like I hurt you. Shit! I will hurt you next time. You puli anything like this again and you'll see."

Now, almost two hours later, the redhead felt the surge of passion tremble through her pussy as Ruby caressed her clit into spasms of delight. She twisted sensuously against her friend and slipped her own finger deeper into the brunette's cunt. She pumped slowly, feeling the satin skin of the older woman's thighs close about her hand.

"Mmmmmmm!" Ruby murmured, rocking them both from side to side as she continued to nibble at Sheila's heaving breasts. "Ooooooo! Lovely! So lovely!"

Her lips began to slide up beneath one tit, pretending to eat the ripe fruit. She finger fucked Sheila with growing frenzy, sending shimmering sparks all up and down the girl's glowing cunt. Then her lips kissed across Sheila's tummy. Both of the brunette's hands were in the girl's crotch, pumping the red-head's pussy and caressing thighs and into wild anticipation. Her lips came on downward, kissing through the silken cunt hair and sending the quivering lips of Sheila's pussy into tingling excitement.

"Yearns!" Sheila breathed. "Oooooo, yesss! Suck me, Ruby. Suck my little pussy! Oooooooo!"

She crawled along the brunette's body, letting her own lips trace their way toward and through the rich black hair that grew at the woman's crotch. They teased and taunted one another with their lips, approaching each pussy slowly and deliberately. Each woman continued to rub her finger over the other's clit and down into the satin pussy beyond. They sucked and kissed through rich growths of hair while their hearts began to race in excitement Sheila could feel her body trembling at the expectation of having Ruby's soft, sensuous lips finally clamp over her glowing cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed. "Ooooooooooo! Suck me! Ohhhhhh, please! Suck me before I go crazy!"

Ruby slowly withdrew her finger from the girl's cunt. She cupped each of the redhead's buttocks, holding Sheila's writhing hips and easing her lips down to the softly pulsing cunt. She kissed the pussy lips slowly and sensuously, darting her tongue into the quivering opening while the girl gasped and panted with tingling excitement.