Simon Jillson: Driven To Depravity

Suddenly, he stopped touching her. Judy's eyes snapped open with surprise and she rolled her head to look at him. He was lying languidly on his side, peacefully studying her with steady blue eyes. His hair wasn't even mussed. The only sign of his interest in her was his monstrous erection. His cock looked larger in diameter than Shein's stocky one, and longer than Mark's. The pale skin of the huge tower gleamed like ivory against the lush red of his pubic bush.

"Wh-what's the matter?" Judy croaked out. She was screaming with passion, and frightened at the sudden inactivity.

"I'm curious," the man answered. "I'm wondering what makes you tick."

"Huh?"

"Why are you doing this?" he asked, a sweep of his arm encompassing her gracefully nude body. "I know you get a commission on the sale, but so what? What would make Mrs. Penncroft go to such great lengths for that commission?"

Judy was shaken by the man's total control. Why wasn't he pounding that big cock into her? Was she going to lose him now? "I don't see why that should concern you," she answered softly. Her chest was still heaving with excitement.

"No reason," he admitted. "I just wondered."

Something made Judy decide to keep her secret from him. "Well, I don't intend to answer your question," she informed him. "Assuming, that is, that there is an answer to it." Then she posed, arching and stretching her lithe body like a healthy animal, to let him see how excited she was. "So come here and take me," she said softly.

McCarter shook his head. "No. Not until you tell me the reason. I'm certain that there is a reason for it, a very good reason. You're not the type for a casual lay, Mrs. Penncroft."

"You can't make me say anything I don't want to," Judy whispered, frightened.

"Ah, but I can, and I will," the red-haired man replied confidently.

Judy stared at him, wide-eyed. This wasn't the way things were supposed to go at all.

McCarter's hand gripped her wrist, tightly but not painfully, and pinned her arm to the bed.

"What are you going to do?" Judy asked fearfully, suddenly realizing how completely at the man's mercy she was. She crossed her other arm across her breasts, bent her leg and used it to shield her sex as best she could.

McCarter brushed aside her shielding arm with insolent ease, and his big hand closed on one tender breast. His hand was so large it completely covered the diminutive pink and white mound.

Judy froze, stopped breathing, terrified he was planning to hurt her.

Andrew McCarter squeezed and massaged her breast gently. The softness and tenderness were delectable. He could see her taut nipple poking between two of his fingers, seeking escape. "I'm going to have you begging me to screw you," he informed her softly. "I'm going to have you so horny you'd sell your own mother out to get my cock in your pussy, And before I give you what you want, you'll have to tell me the truth."

Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement at this announcement.

The thought of being a sexual toy, totally at a man's mercy, was incredibly exciting.

"Never," she croaked in a hoarse whisper.

McCarter smiled confidently at her brave challenge. He knew she was daring him to try, that she was looking forward to it as much as he was. He closed his fingers on the peak of her tit and tugged, pulling her breast upward into a perfect cone. When the nipple slipped from between his fingers, her breast rebounded to its usual firm rounded shape. The nipple, however, was sharper and harder than it had been.

Her flat stomach was sucked in with excitement, her chest was heaving with her erratic breathing. Still holding one of her wrists, still immobilizing that arm, he repeated the torture on her other breast.

Judy's eyes closed. She suddenly realized just how exquisite this torment was going to be. Because, the more she tried to fight down her sexual need, to control it, the more she was aroused by his stimulation. It was like trying not to think of food when you're hungry, every attempt only reminding you of what you're trying not to think of. Judy was aware of the scratchy feel of the bed covers under her naked body, the feel of the machine-cooled air on her bare skin.

Her nipples were pulsing from the tugging McCarter had given them. Both breasts felt swollen and full, were aching with a wild need. Judy clenched her hands on the bedspread. She licked suddenly dry lips.

McCarter smiled confidently at the evidence of her growing lust. And he had barely started on her, too. Her mouth was slack as she rolled her head gently. She was an exquisite woman, perfectly proportioned and delightfully youthful.

Leaning forward, he sought one of her breasts with his mouth. First he just brushed her nipple with partially opened lips. He felt her whole body shudder in response. Teasingly, he blew on her tit. Then his tongue speared out and licked the turgid little nubbin, batting it with the tip of his tongue, feeling it bounce and rebound like it was made of rubber. She tasted young and fresh and sweet.

The red-haired man closed his lips around her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Lifting his head slightly, he drew her breast upward much as he had before with his hand. He tongued her tit as he sucked on it. He let his teeth close on the nerve-loaded button and worried it carefully with them. He heard Judy suck in a ragged gasp. Shifting his jaw back and forth he rolled her nipple between his teeth, and felt Judy begin to writhe, felt the bed shifting as her legs thrashed.

He released her breast and lifted his head so he could look at her. Her chest was heaving. She was rolling her head from side to side, and he knew it wasn't in denial of him. Her cheeks were flushed with passion, her face twisted almost as if she were in pain. But it wasn't pain, it was naked, animal lust.

He lowered his mouth to her other breast and drew as much of that delicate mound into his mouth as he could. At the same time, he slid his free hand down her flat torso, down toward her pubic vee. But he didn't go all the way there – he paused to probe one finger deeply into her navel.

Judy felt blood rushing to her breast as the man sucked on it. His tongue rasped over her nipple like sandpaper, building the fires in her helpless body still higher.

"No," she moaned raggedly. It was a futile denial, one that she doubted he had even heard.

She felt his hand, strong and hard and rough, stroking down her tensed belly, and her hips heaved and shifted restlessly. She thought he was going for her pussy, and wasn't sure if she wanted him to yet or not.

Then, when he stopped at her navel, she whimpered softly. His finger poked into her belly button, and Judy's body convulsed involuntarily.

He drilled his finger deep into her stomach, and an incredible sexual itch erupted deep in her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life. That single drilling thrust into her navel, a thrust she would have expected to hurt, set off an unbelievable itching deep in the heart of her sexual organs, an itching she knew there was only one way to scratch.

"Aaaaahhhh, God!" she yelled in shock.

McCarter felt a surge of triumph at her cry. She hadn't seen anything yet. He twisted his finger in her belly, wiggled it in her guts, and felt her body heave wildly. He continued sucking and devouring her small firm breast, sinking his teeth into the tender mound while mangling its tip with his tongue.

Instinctively, Judy's free arm swept up and around. She found the back of the man's head and tangled her fingers in his hair. She forced his face down on her breast, hard. Her hips were twisting and rolling. In the brightly lighted bedroom of Steven Shein's house, the layers of civilization were being stripped off of Judy Penncroft.

Andrew McCarter lifted his head, leaving her breast shining with his saliva, and the pink imprint of his teeth on the pale mound. Her nipple was swollen with blood. "Well?" he asked.