Chapter 8
Curt's pulse raced as his sturdy, quivering fingers moved nervously while he undid the buttons of Sherry's dress.
Even though her legs kicked in protest and she kept heaving loud, desperate gasps, Curt now felt as if he had matters under control. Despite the protests, he was confident in his own mind that this beautiful woman definitely wanted to be dominated by him and that she was only making one last ditch effort to give the pretense of virtue.
"Please, oh, please, let me go," she said. "I won't say anything to your father, Curt, if you'll let me go now. We can forget all of this. Just chalk it up to some misunderstanding. But if you carry it any further, well, that'll be awful. Please, don't do it. Please, ohhh, let me go. Just let me go right now. Ohhh, don't hurt me. Ohhh, don't abuse me."
By then he had finished unbuttoning her dress. He pulled and tugged at it, sliding it over her head and off of her.
As he watched her trembling body continue to twist and turn, he tossed the dress onto the rug. He licked his lips and whetted his appetite even more than before as Curt observed the curvaceous lines of her gorgeous form. He liked the texture of her smooth ivory skin and as she lay there stretched out in no more than her white bikini panties and matching brassiere, he licked his lips with feverish anticipation over the prospect of enjoying all kinds of wild, searing intimacies with her.
"Just kick off your shoes, honey and I'll take care of the rest," he winked. "Oh, please. This is dirty. It's awful."
"Shut up."
"Don't you tell me to shut up."
"I've just told you to shut up and furthermore, I'll tell you to shut up again."
"Damn it, oh, let me alone. Oh, let me alone."
"You're handing me too much crap. I'm not gonna take anymore."
"You rotten bastard. Ohhh, you slimy son-of-a-bitch. You don't have any respect for women. You think they're all whores."
"I know that you're a bitch," he laughed, "and furthermore, you want to be called a bitch and treated like a bitch. You definitely want it that way. Just don't try and buffalo me."
"You slimy bastard."
She shrieked as loudly as she knew how. Curt reached out with his right hand, delivering a stinging slap that caught her on the side of the face. That prompted her face to turn white and suddenly she was sobbing again.
"Oh, sure, the big bad woman who turns into a crying little child," he chided her. "That's the way you are. Just like a little baby. Okay, honey, we're really gonna have ourselves a wild fuck. Oh, yes, we're gonna screw. Damned, we're gonna screw. You want to be fucked and I'm gonna give it to you."
"Oh, no please, please, let me go."
"Now you're saying please," Curt said. "Before all you could do was hand me crap. Oh, sure, you thought that you were so damned superior. Well, you're learning your lesson, sweetheart. You're gonna learn it the hard way. Some people do have to learn their lessons the hard way and I guess you're one of those. Okay, just get ready, because you're gonna get fucked."
"Oh, damned, let me go."
Curt could see that even though he was confident that Sherry Ames badly needed to be fucked and actually wanted to be fucked, she was also very fearful. He was therefore that much more determined to thoroughly dominate her, to exploit her fears even further, if need be, to accomplish his definite purpose.
He reached down and made a quick grab for Sherry's panties. Curt pulled and tugged at the elastic waistband, snapping it against the firmness of her rich, sensuous skin. Suddenly he was tugging downward, pulling at the panties as they slid against her thighs. Just hearing those lascivious scraping sounds of the silky white panties making contact with the firmness of her creamy, sensuously rich thighs caused his steaming cock to harden that much more noticeably.
Curt removed the panties from her legs, then reached out and made a quick grab for her brassiere. He undid the straps of the beautiful blonde's brassiere, then tugged at it a few times until he removed it. Greedily he stared down at the sleekness of her firm white breasts, which looked so resplendent in their perfectly proportioned beauty. His fingers rushed forward, grabbing hold of the crinkly nipples, twisting against the strawberry-colored flesh. When he noticed just how rapidly that her nipples were hardening, Curt felt a greater measure of confidence sweep through his whole body. He could see just how badly this woman needed some action and he was more than happy to supply every solid measure of it.
"Sure, you want it," he laughed. "You're just a little afraid of it. You're the little girl. Hell, I'm all man. I know how to take care of somebody like you. But you're scared. Just look at you. Your whole body's trembling. You need somebody like me. You know damned well you need somebody like me and you need them very badly."
"Ohhh, please, just don't hurt me," she sobbed.
"We're gonna have ourselves some real fucking enjoyment. Oh, yes, what a fantastic fuck this is gonna be."
"I don't believe all that's happening. Oh, it's just too much."
"Yes, it is too much. We're gonna really have ourselves some fun, once that I loosen up. You helpless little girl. Ohhh, are you ever a helpless little girl. Okay, just hang in there, because we're going to fuck. Damned, we are really going to fuck."
Once more Curt began to feel hostility toward his victim. He thought about the demeaning manner in which she had treated him for so long, insulting him, as if he were nothing more than a child. Hell, he would prove to her that he was an awful lot more than a child. Now she was the sniffling little girl, sobbing, fearful about her own desires and he was the commanding presence, the man who had to take charge and convince her as to just how important it was for her to receive the proper measure of satisfaction from him.
Curt reached out with both hands, immediately beginning to deliver some strong, stinging slaps to her firm, sleek white buttocks. Just listening to the crackling sounds of his hands making popping contact with her flesh caused him to feel great waves of excitement in his rapidly expanding testicles. Oh, yes, he thought, just slapping her ass cheeks would be enough by itself to practically cause him to orgasm.
He kept on slapping with both hands, delivering his crisp, assertive fingers to her ever-reddening ass cheeks as her whole body started to tremble. Once more the tears burst forth and now she was sobbing with greater desperation than ever.
"Oh, please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me, you're hurting me," she declared. "Please, stop. Ohhh, you're stinging me. Oh, those hands of yours. They're hurting me so much."
But Curt remained undaunted by it all. His hands kept on slapping as he let them land with crisp savagery and authority against her quivering, firm ass cheeks. The harder that his fingers made contact with the crackling flesh, the redder that her buttocks became as he kept on dominating her wildly.
"Ohhh, this I love," he laughed. "Oooh, this is my kind of action. Sure, you needed somebody to do this to you. You need to be dominated. And I'm just the guy to do it."
Time and again his fingers continued making sturdy contact and Curt could not help but recognize how much he enjoyed spanking her. After he had spanked Barbara he had worked himself into that much greater a state of frenzy. So now history was repeating itself. With bold authority he completely let himself go, driving his hands in a solid volley of activity as his fingers kept on landing with the same type of sturdy, crackling impact against her buttocks.
"Ohhh, stop, you're hurting me, ohhh, you're hurting me so much," she cried like a child.
"Sure I am," he chuckled. "I'm gonna make a woman out of you. Until you get dominated by somebody like me, you'll never make it."
"Ohhh, but it hurts. You're hurting me so much."
"Isn't that delightful?" Curt laughed.