Roger Hurtwell: Her Driving Desires

She stiffened at the name and knew that she'd played into Williamson's hand. He was playing with her, teasing her and letting her react. He was the cat and she was the mouse. He'd promise escape and then deny it at the last possible second.

All Velvet had to do was spit in his face and it would be over. And so would her job.

She shuddered again as his hands ran down her flanks and cupped her buttocks. He stroked over her firm, well-fleshed asscheeks and pulled her to a standing position in front of him. Crudely, he mashed his lips into hers. She didn't want to respond but the pressure on her buttocks kept her close. And things happened inside her.

It didn't matter that this was virtually rape. She felt the pressure and warmth of his strong hands. Her body was crushed into his and she felt the rising of his cock against her belly. When his tongue forced its way into her mouth, she relented. Her entire body went limp in resignation.

Let him do whatever he wanted, she thought to herself. She was helpless. If she protested in any fashion at all, he would just go ahead and rape her. And then he would fire her. She would be out of a job with lots and lots of bills to pay. Worst of all would be the blow to her ego. She had to show the world she was as good as anybody else.

She just had to!

His tongue slid past hers, then began stroking in and out. She gasped as his fingers worked their way down into the humid canyon between her buttocks. This gasp allowed him to duel erotically with her tongue while her lips were well out of the way.

He broke off the deep kiss, panting with excitement. He gasped out, «Baby, I've wanted to stick it to you from the first time I saw you. The way you wiggle that ass turns me on in a big way. Hell, everything about you turns me on. Those tits, your ass, the legs, everything. How hot is your cunt hole?»

His finger worked even deeper between her legs, the silk fabric of her skirt still keeping his finger from her aroused, naked cunt flesh. But the dampness leaking from her twat betrayed her. He smiled as soon as he felt the spreading wetness.

«You are turned on by all this, aren't you?»

«You're a pig,» she groaned. But the man hardly heard her. She was going weak in the knees, a rubbery feeling passing throughout her body. He rubbed and stroked over her hidden cunt lips until her dress had a giant wet spot on it.

She hardly resisted when he hiked up her skirt and held it around her slender waist. His hands roved over her partly naked flesh now, stroking and probing and turning her on more than she wanted to admit to anyone – even herself.

He didn't gently remove her panties as Ben had done. Williamson's fingers slid under the elastic waistband, then he convulsively jerked. She shrieked with pain as the band cut into her flesh. The ripping sound told her he had completely torn them from her body. The ugly red welt around her waist was quickly forgotten when she felt the man's prick pressing hotly into her pussy.

«Yeah, baby, this is the way it should be.» He held her close and moved his hips so that his naked prick rubbed along the woman's sex slit. She gasped and moaned, more in pleasure than pain this time.

In the span of a heartbeat she had gone from outraged to turned on. The feel of his cock moving along her puffy cunt lips had done it. The thick juices building up inside her pussy began dribbling out to lubricate his prick for the fucking to come.

«Ohhh!» she cried out when his finger rammed all the way up her asshole. He started finger-fucking up her tightest passage. She struggled to get away from him but it wasn't possible.

He kissed her lips and worked down to her swan-like throat. She tried to fight him off now but the weakness in her body prevented her from doing more than futilely pressing her hands into his strong, broad chest. He overpowered her easily.

His wet, lewd lips worked down into the canyon between her tits. She felt the hot kisses and the coldness of the spit left behind. He ripped again at her clothing and one of her knockers spilled out, naked and jiggling. He didn't leave it unattended for more than a second.

He pounced like some jungle animal. His lips sucked in a portion of the snowy white titflesh and then he worked his way up to the bumpy, coppery-colored disk surrounding her nipple. The tiny bud had grown into a hard, pointing finger of fiery red flesh.

The man sucked her nipple into his mouth and she went wild with lust.

She hated herself for responding at all to his brutal sexual overtures. Now it was too late. She was completely in his grasp and was being turned on more and more by what he was doing to her.

The way he used his tongue all over the pebble of her nipple sent lightning blasts of desire into her chest. Every single breath she took now was laced with fire. If she had been sucking napalm into her lungs, she couldn't have been more on fire.

And this was only a small portion of the arousal she felt.

His finger buried all the way up her ass made her shiver inside, too. He was slowly fucking that digit in and out of her clinging, hot asshole. By rolling her hips slightly, she got more stimulation out of that than she would have thought possible. No other man had ever violated her shit chute before this instant. And she had to admit it excited her.

Almost as much as the feel of his prick lightly brushing back and forth on her cunt lips. He hadn't thrust all the way into her humid interior. The man seemed to realize he could turn her into a quivering blob of sex-starved protoplasm by denying her his prick for a little longer.

She reached down, intent on getting that prick into her hot cunt. Velvet wasn't really sure why she was doing this. Perhaps she could justify it by thinking that the sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner he would stop abusing her.

Velvet had to admit also that the aching hunger she felt inside was for cock. And cock was at hand. The oral sex with Ben had been fun and a much needed release of tension, but it had only whetted her real sexual appetite. She had been given the hors d'oeuvre of having Ben's tongue fucking into her pussy. It had primed her for his prick. And it hadn't come.

Now she was ready for a cock, any cock. Even Walt Williamson's.

«Goddamn, baby, you've got the finest pussy fur I ever felt. All damp and crinkly. Sort of teases and tickles my pecker. Great stuff. And I bet you're tight inside. Bet you got the tightest pussy ever.»

«Oh, please, don't,» she said, his words forcing her back to reality. As much as her body wanted to feel his cock driving hard and fast into it, she knew it would never work out. She would become his sex slave, having to put out whenever the man snapped his fingers. She didn't want that to happen.

«Don't?» he scoffed. «Hell, kid, you want my cock, don't you? Bet not too many studs have ever fucked you. You college types are all alike. Cockteasers. You waggle your ass and get a guy hard and then turn him off. Not this guy, you won't. No way, bitch!»

His hands tightened like steel bands on her rump. He forced apart the white, quivering half-moons of her ass as he spun her around so that she faced away from him. Velvet hardly knew what he was doing to her. When the top of the chair bit into her stomach, she realized he had bent her forward.

She braced herself by placing her hands on the chair seat. Her cheek rested on the cool, hard wood. She wiggled and tried to get free but the position was too awkward for her. And it got worse when she felt the man's thick fingers stroking along the insides of her thighs, forcing her legs wide apart.

«Damn, but I love it when chicks wear a garter belt to hold up their stockings. Turns me on in a big way.»

His hands stroked over the naked flesh of her thighs just above the tops of her stockings. His hand brushed against her trembling cunt lips and sent a shiver of desire blasting into her loins.