Chapter 9
She went to the bathroom afterward to rinse herself off. She was covered with perspiration. When she returned, he was standing in the middle of the room, and from the look on his face, it was obvious he was through being Mr. Nice Guy, at least for the moment.
"Come on," he said to her. "Now it's my turn to have some fun!"
"Be fair she complained. "After you made me suck your cock, what did you do to ease the ache in my vagina?"
"Sharon, you still don't understand," he replied. "This is my house, you are my slave, and you're here to please me. If I choose to lick your pussy, it's because I enjoy doing so. Now I choose to fuck you, honey."
"I'm so worn out," she told him, and the truth was he had drained a tremendous amount of energy from her.
"I'll have to admit you have the tightest cunt I've ever fucked and sucked, as well as the best mouth, but that doesn't mean I'll hold onto you if you give me flak. I wish to fuck you. I wish to fuck you right now! Now I intend fucking you, either with you being willing or against your will. Understand?"
"Why do you always have to turn into such a vile monster?" Sharon asked. "Why can't you be considerate. Whatever I did to you, I surely never did you any physical harm. Why are you trying to do some harm to me?"
"What you did was torment me in a entirely different way," Lamont responded. "What you did hurt far more than if you had taken a stick and beaten me with it. What I'm doing to you is mild compared to the different kinds of anguish you put me through, even making me doubt my manhood for a short while. I'm going to fuck you, Sharon."
The words began stirring juices in her shuddering body. Weak as she was, her interior was becoming alive because her cunt wanted to be fucked. Even so, the rest of her was so weak, she needed a little rest. Only an hour, and she would be fine again. But from the look in his eyes it was obvious she wasn't going to get that hour.
"I need a little time to recover my strength," she insisted.
"No dice," he snapped. "I want to fuck - now!"
"What kind of a human being are you?" she gasped.
"Cut the crap and let's get down to it. Are you going to do it willingly, or do I have to force you again?"
"Do your worst, but it won't be with my cooperation," she insisted, shaking her head dumbly, refusing to let him know she was willing to give him control over her. No matter what happened to her, as long as she resisted, she would have won some kind of minor victory. For too long, since her initial meeting with Lamont in her apartment, had he used her body to take control of her mind. It was time for her mind to regain control of her body.
The handsome man leered at her, his face split with a wide grin, knowing he was going to get one helluva kick out of fucking Sharon now that she was once again her snotty self, resisting. Yes, he was going to pound the full length of his solid cock into the narrow tightness of her vagina, and there wasn't a damn thing she would be able to do to stop him. As far as he was concerned, she was so intent on continuing to live the good life, she would do anything to keep that status, even if it meant capitulating to him - though she would struggle a bit first, which would make it all that much more enjoyable. In spite of her brave talk and outward bravado, Sharon was, after all, a twenty-year-old woman. She had the mind of someone at least ten years more mature than other girls her age, but even that wasn't saying much, because she was basically all wrapped up in pleasing herself.
Resistance was blazing in her eyes, but her strength had been drained, and she'd be surrendering to what he wanted to do a lot faster than even she imagined. He grinned salaciously at her and dropped his lower garment, revealing the rampant stolidity of his aching cock. It stood straight out from his body, a pointing finger of doom, and at the moment it was pointing straight at Sharon. It looked like a massive redwood log growing as it did from the dense underbrush of his black pubic hair.
With one hand the man began stroking his cock as he had done that first time in her apartment, making certain it was harder than a diamond, causing the thick purple head to expand and contract repeatedly. God! Every time she saw his cock it seemed to be bigger and thicker than the last time.
What Sharon refused to admit to him was, the sight of his throbbing organ was building desire very rapidly inside her, even though she felt physically weak. In order to keep him from knowing just how aroused she was, she put on a sneer.
Lamont saw what he assumed was loathing written all over her lovely countenance as her eyes fixed themselves on the pylon extended from between his muscular thighs. Seeing her stare that way, in spite of the face she was making, convinced him how much he was going to enjoy all this. Arousal continued building inside him as excitement flared through his quivering form. He was determined to have even more fun with Sharon this time than he'd had before. Degrading her a little was somewhat pleasurable, at least to him. It was nice taking her down a peg or two. Seeing the helplessness in her eyes thrilled him. He knew that in spite of her nasty stare, when he finally buried the full length of his cock inside her, he would once again have her moaning and groaning with delight. She would all but explode with sexual rapture.
"On the bed," he told her. "Otherwise I'll do it right on the floor. I don't care where, but the bed'll be more comfortable for you."
Sharon trembled, trying to back away from him toward the bathroom, but she remembered he was the kind of man who would catch her and throw her down on the bathroom's tiled floor. That would be cold and extremely uncomfortable. Still, the idea of this man putting hands on her had her terrified. He wasn't the same man who had licked her to a climax some minutes earlier.
Until a few weeks ago, Sharon had prided herself on the fact that no man had so much as touched her breasts. Then she had been pierced, both vaginally and orally, and though she had loved it, she still felt apprehensive about it. Now, once again, her tormentor stood before her ready to plunge into her again, preparing to perpetrate all kinds of nameless indignities on her shuddering body. Though the pleasure had been unbounded, she also remembered how humiliating it was to be pulled down into his lap, and then to have to kneel before him and suck what he obviously thought was his kingly scepter. He had given her some pleasure - it was true, but right now he wasn't interested in doing anything for her, but preferred instead to use her for his own salacious desires. She hated being used.
The handsome millionare stepped toward her, his mouth hanging open, saliva drooling from the right corner, his hungry eyes aching to swallow in the firm roundness of her cylindrical thighs as well as the firm mountainous protuberances of her breasts as they formed two peaks of perfectly spherical cones. He licked his lips, staring at the trembling tightness of her flat, tan belly, the navel winking at him, teasing him, inviting him to continue.
As far as Sharon was concerned, this was no longer the man who had made slow, careful oral love to her vagina. This was a slavering monster, and his hungering stare made her quiver all the more violently.
"Don't you dare touch me, you nauseating beast," she cried out, her voice strained with irritation. "You filthy animal! Don't come near me!"
"How much longer before you stop acting as if what I'm doing is something you don't really want?" Lamont asked. "I think it's high time you realized my cock and your cunt were meant to be mated. Now keep your voice down. At this time of the morning, the maids are up and about, and believe me, they'd be more than willing to change places with you, right now. The mere fact that you occupy what was once my mother's room let's them know I've elevated you above any other woman I've ever fucked. Behave with some of that dignity you used to flash at me and all the other neighbors when your old man still had money. Stop throwing crap at me about hating me. You love the feel of my cock no matter where I jam it into you, but you haven't the courage to admit it."
"What ever I feel for that sticker of yours, the fact remains that I hate you as an individual for the way you've degraded me." Her voice was a sobbing gasp at this point.
The man loomed above her, his glittering eyes filled with lust and totally devoid of pity. Wanton desire for her emanated from his entire self, lascivious passion turning his face into a mask of lust. He stared at her, as if trying to see into her very soul. When she wanted to turn her head away, the pressure of his hands, now on her shoulders, prevented her escaping his licentious stare.
"No! No!" she cried out. "I won't do anything more with you," she insisted, her voice becoming more and more hoarse with every passing moment. You're not doing this merely to please yourself. You're doing it to humiliate me.
Her voice fell on deafened ears as the powerful man wrapped his muscular arms firmly around her, his lips crushing tightly against hers, applying so much pressure her own lips were being scrubbed raw against her teeth. His heatedly pulsating cock continued to solidly press itself into the softness of her flat belly as his tongue continued poking into the confines of her mouth.
The helpless Sharon continued struggling, straining, doing her best to get away. But the overpowering orgasm she had experienced only a few minutes earlier, when this man had pressed his mouth to her cunt, had drained her of any excess strength, and she knew her body had lost its will to struggle. His thick tongue continued investigating her mouth very carefully, as if it had never invaded this territory before. At the same time his solid body pressed itself all the more firmly to her soft figure, his arms and legs flowing over her like the tentacles of a squid from which there was no escape.
"Uuuuuunnnnhhh . .. Lamont. ..." Sharon gasped. "Don't do this ... have pity ... please ... try to understand ... I'm in no mood for something like this at the moment...." she groaned, despair spinning through her mind.
"What you're in the mood for doesn't count for beans," Lamont told her. "All that matters is what I want, and I want to fuck you."
The room began crazily spinning as this man who was, in essence, her master, pushed her toward the bed where he had so recently displayed his tenderness. The edge of the mattress caught at the backs of her knees, and the force of their momentum sent her tumbling, falling, finally landing flat on her back. The man was on her in an instant, his strong body pinning hers to the bed.
Sharon pressed her taut thighs firmly together, doing her best to resist the constant probing of the strong body trying to sink itself between the pillars of her loins. His burningly throbbing cock was there, trapped, forcing itself up and down against the hot little pink split of her cunt. She felt the wetness of the penis as it slid back and forth, its lubricating juices mingling with her own, dampening the soft inner hollows of her thighs.
Lamont continued pressing his mouth against that of the helpless female doctor. Then he moved his lips around to the side of her neck, and before Sharon realized it, his teeth were once more nibbling on her earlobe, biting and chewing it. She kicked out automatically with her smooth, columnar legs, doing her best to dislodge the man's tongue from her ear. As she did so, her thighs parted a bit more, and Lamont sank triumphantly between the white towers, forcing them to splay themselves all the more widely while her legs kicked and his soddenly oil-covered, rock-solid phallus continued throbbing intensely against the incomparably soft flesh of her round and trembling buttocks. She was incapable of doing anything else because his knees continued to sadistically force her thighs apart.
The battle was over. As always, it ended with Sharon losing, though sometimes she wondered if she really was losing. Her mind was dazed and whirling, and all that was left to her was humiliation for the moment.
She lay back on the bed in abject surrender, and that was when the man on top of her suddenly lifted himself off. Now she was more confused than ever. Before she was able to understand just what it was he wanted, he had flipped her over onto her belly, forcing her thighs apart, and pressing them apart with his knees as she realized he was right behind her. She was sideways on the bed, and as a result stared down at the floor as her head hung over. Behind her, Sharon heard the whispering chuckle of victory coming from this vile man.
Lamont pressed his penis against the asscheeks of the lovely blonde doctor, and he began a slow, grinding motion against the pillowy cheeks of her ass. The weight of his penis seemed far greater to her than anything she had ever previously felt. The massive rubbery head traced a sticky path up and down the wispy length of the slippery, lubrication-soaked cheeks of her ass, dipping down now and again to rub against the full pout of her tantalizing labia.
Sharon gasped and crammed a knuckled fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying out. Her body was beginning to burn, and her mind was chastising herself for having such feelings. It was one thing to enjoy sex when he had been gentle, but she had to learn to fight the pleasure when he had to initially force her.
The man continued grinding his cock against her straining outer labia, in no hurry to move it between her inner pussylips. He enjoyed looking at the tormented expression on the beautiful blonde's lovely face as she turned her head to the side. He was teasing her helpless body, bringing out her inner feelings, and he knew this woman would not be able to withstand this delightful torment much longer She was an excessively proud woman who had no right to pride, beyond the fact that she had accomplished a place in the medical society that other people would have needed ten more years to do. But when it came to merely being a human being, Sharon Seeley still had a long way to go. Nevertheless, she was flesh and blood, and from his previous experiences with her, he knew she was more capable than most of attaining strong feelings and emotions. She had already proven her capacity to climax, and each time she had done so it had been more intense than the previous time.
Whether a wastrel or a millionare, Lamont had known more than his share of different women. He had felt all kinds of feminine orgasms around his cock and his tongue, but none of them came with the vibrant power of this one. He was more fascinated by her than ever before. Yes, he still loved her, but it was still too early for him to admit as much. If she knew he loved her, she would use it as a weapon against him for the rest of their lives. By now he was convinced their fates were inexorably intertwined. All that remained was to make sure she understood that she was not the dominant partner. Once she accepted him completely as her lover and her master, he would be able to reveal his feeling to her.
Ever since fucking her that first evening, having her sit in his lap, watching her eventually bounce up and down of her own free will, Lamont had known no other woman would ever satisfy him as totally as Sharon Seeley. Every little part of her was tantalizing. He had found her mouth as delightful as her cunt, and soon he would be applying his cock to her asshole, though not today. For the moment he was content to ram into her vagina again. He wanted this lovely blonde so totally addicted to his pulsing cock that when the time came for him to use her asshole, she would offer no resistance. She was still able to control herself as long as she clung to the belief that she was being forced to do this. All he had to do was make sure she had a towering climax every time he fucked her, and eventually she would become so addicted to his cock, her sense of values would do a complete about face. What was more, if she did go off with some other me without his knowing about it, she would quickly come to realize that their cocks weren't quite the same his. In spite of the old saying about all penises being alike, Lamont knew differently, just as he knew all cunts were different. One day, she would understand that the most important thing in her entire life was his cock, and the body attached to that cock.
It was inconceivable that people as nice as the Seeleys were able to produce such a cold-blooded creature as Sharon. Her parents had always been worried about her because of the way her mind had so rapidly advanced. She had stopped associating with children her own age from the age of five, moving into higher and higher age groups as she continued advancing in school. Well he had plumbed her firey vaginal depths once, and he had discovered the smoldering core within her as sensation, hidden for so long, finally came boiling the surface.
His cock in her cunt had set her off, and his cock in her mouth had all but made her explode. Then he had tongued her pussy and really had her climbing the walls. Now he was going to probe her pussy once again with his magic wand, and in spite of how worn out she was, he knew her next orgasm would be even more powerful than the previous ones. She was climax-oriented, each one stronger than the previous one. Fortunately she had a strong heart. It wouldn't be much longer now before she was actually begging him to fuck her and bring her satisfaction she so desperately would need.
Sharon was panting heavily. The air she was pulling into her lungs didn't seem to be enough, and she felt as if she were suffocating. His weight on her back as he lay on top of her, forcing her breasts to flatten against the mattress made her twitch. The hotly massaging length of his penis between her thighs was so sensual in spite of the fact that he had not started penetrating her. She felt as if it was actually burning off outer layers of her skin. The strong muscles in the man's thighs and legs rubbed against the tender backs of her own lower limbs, and the movement felt decidedly erotic. The dark-haired man's lust-swollen staff continued moving more and more tantalizingly against her quivering body, probing like a boa constrictor, the tip feeling like a forked tongue of the giant snake that enjoyed playing with its helpless quarry until the victim, so tortured and agonized, no longer resisted, but merely waited to be devoured.
Her body was coming back to life with a vengeance. Even though her inner mind continued to fight the constantly probing sensations caused by the tormenting penis making her body want to surrender to it, she was determined not to let him win.
Her fists pounded into the mattress again and again, and she even chewed on the edge of it to keep herself from making groans and gasps. The sighs in her throat remained stuck there until they were swallowed back into her belly.
Her rotating hips were the first to betray what was happening behind the resistance of her conscious mind. They started moving in tiny circles, barely imperceptible at the start, but there, nevertheless. At that moment her only reality was the burning flame that agonzingly burned in the depths of her belly as rapture continued building within her. The fires of lasciviousness continued licking between her parted thighs, making her imagine his tongue was back there. Sharon knew the only way to put the fire out at this moment was with this man's fire hose.
Lamont smiled to himself, knowing he had won again. The lovely blonde female doctor was going to be his for the fucking.
Sharon's soft thighs, which had been defensively pressed against the man's hips, slowly but surely began spreading even more widely apart until they fell loosely away. Her toes were tightly curled against the bottoms of her feet, and her arms reached down and gripped the metal underframe of the bed as she moaned a low, soft whimper that might have passed for the sound of a cooling breeze made on a warm evening. Once again she was hopelessly caught.
Her head twisted around, and Lamont knew she was seeking the solace of a kiss. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, and her mouth opened to accept the length of his piercing tongue. Softly whimpering sounds escaped into the night. She continued rotating her lovely buttocks all the more solidly against his rock-hard cock, twitching her cuntlips in an attempt to suck the head right into her.
Lamont merely lay there on her back for the moment, savoring his triumph, enjoying the feeling of her cunt trying to reach out and nip at his cock. God! She really was some special kind of woman. Now all he had to do was fuck some common sense into her, and everything would be straightened out. But she had taken twenty years to grow up as she had. How long would it take to fuck her into understanding what it was to be a human being.
Sharon was starting to realize that no matter how tired she was, Lamont wasn't doing something she didn't want done. On the contrary, he was making her feel overwhelmingly good, and now that she was realizing it, she continued responding in such a way as to let him know she wanted more.
Do it to me, Lamont, she thought. Come on, do it to me!
Sharon was excited beyond all reason now. She wanted to lift herself up on her knees to make her cunt more accessible to him, but his weight prevented that. In fact, the tip of his penis was already sniffing out the tiny little hole between the pink lips, automatically guiding itself as if drawn by a magnet.
A grin of total triumph split the man's face as he hovered over her. It was all he was able to do to keep from shoving the hard length straight into her, skewering this squirming, bitchy little cunt. Somehow he restrained himself.
Sharon had been so adamant in denying him, now that her body once again craved a good phallic probe, he intended teaching her a lesson. She had to be taught, once and for all, that her cunt was meant for fucking, and the one cock meant to continually breach her was the one attached to his own body. He accepted her nastiness as part of her prudishness. That damned arrogance of hers was something that had to be torn down once and for all, and tear it down he would When he finally did fuck her, he'd cram into her with such strength, she'd walk around that damned hospital bow legged for a week.
"I'm telling you, Sharon," he hissed in her ear. "the next time you're going to come begging to me before I dip the old wick. So you'd better really enjoy this one, honey, because this is going to be the last time I fuck you without you asking for it."
"Wh-what about my living here?" she asked.
"You go on living here until one of us gets tired of the other, honey," he replied. "So stop worrying about being thrown out on your keester for now. Besides, who knows, you just might find that after a while, you will come begging to me."
He felt her sparse, almost non-existent, softly curling pubic hairs tickling the tip of his penis. The outer lips parted like flexible doors as he pushed his solidly throbbing cock forward, pressing it into the wet heat of her inner vaginal lips. The feeling was overwhelming, and now that he'd begun, he knew there would be no way for him to stop himself. Without any kind of self-control, he flicked his hips forward again.
Sharon felt her erotically pulsing inner cuntlips slowly beginning to separate as his penile head continued pressing inward. The elastic rim of her vulva resisted for less than a fraction of a second, so anxious was her inner feminine mouth to devour the thick length of his massive cock. Her cunt finally surrendered completely to the overpowering pressure, and Sharon gasped. There was the discomfort of having her narrow walls stretched once again, but the pain wasn't the excruciating agony she had undergone during defloration. Little by little her inner walls began adjusting to his thickness, and the discomfort began to hurriedly fade. Sharon sank her teeth into the edge of the mattress once more to keep herself from shouting out how much she was enjoying what she felt. She choked down a rasping cry, swallowing it, then panting for much-needed air.
Lamont felt rather than heard her gasps. He decided he liked that, he liked it one helluva lot.
Lamont rammed forward again, feeling another inward shudder. God! If she hadn't been such a bitch cunt, he would have stroked the entire length into her with a single thrust, thrilling her entire inner tubule all at once. He continued inching it more deeply into her, and then he was aware of pressure on his corona as her walls sucked the penis deeper.
Sharon shuddered, not even trying to fight off the thrilling feeling pervading her body. To do so would have been a hopeless battle, anyway. He had her, and he knew it. What was more, she knew it. She needed his damned penis, really needed it now that he'd built the pressure of lust so high inside her. But at the same time she resolved she would never, but never, come begging to him for more of this.
The hard cock was halfway into her, now, sinking deeper, moving slowly, being sucked into her as if no longer under his control. Lying on top of her, with neither of them using their knees for leverage, it was difficult for Lamont to pump. Still, he would do what he was able. So he flexed his hips and crammed his cock forward with every last little bit of strength that was in him. He sank his thickly solid penis all the way to the balls-in her cringingly narrow vagina.
The man was aware of his weighty, sperm-bloated testicles slapping lightly against the woman's pouting pussylips. He pressed harder, and the scrotum began massaging her clitoris. Sharon responded automatically, hurling her buttocks back against his thighs, then tugging her cunt forward to create some much-needed friction. She was slowly becoming accustomed to his breadth, and her womanly chalice surrounded his organ with a loving tenderness she, herself, was determined never to offer this man.
Lamont didn't know what was going on in her mind, but he did feel her physical responses, and as a result was more than overjoyed. With each beat of his heart his swollen penile tip moved in her vagina, either back or forth, and on each forward thrust it sank a little deeper into her agonizingly streched vagina.
The man's forearms pinned her lovely shoulders to the mattress, his widespread knees holding her thighs wide apart. Once more, Sharon thought of his cock as a sharp-edged sword that had been inserted inside her with the intent of stabbing straight up until it punctured her heart. Only this time she was eagerly looking forward to being deeply penetrated.
The gigantically pulsing penis continued probing its long stiffness ever deeper into the narrowly tight feminine enclave. He rammed it forward again and again, and Sharon grunted, her fist once again knuckling into her mouth to keep herself from screaming with joy. Lord! The monstrous organ was so broad, so thick, it felt as if it was pushing past her heart right into her throat. He was all the way in now, doing his best to continually pound his cock in and out of her shuddering body. Each time he slammed forward, her body moved forward the merest fraction of an inch, and she thought that very shortly her shoulders would be dangling down the side of the bed along with her head.
The confident millionaire watched the lust filled woman doctor lying beneath him, staring at her with a lascivious smile splitting his handsome face. He noted Sharon's features, what he was able to see of them, were lined and twisted, contorting a bit more each time he jabbed his monument-sized log of meaty muscle into her. Her lovely mouth hung open as she gasped for air, her lips curling back from her glistening white teeth as the sound of her breathing seemed like a plea for him to continue. Her arms were hanging down now, and in order to keep herself from being shoved any lower with each of his hard thrusts, she placed her palms flat on the floor in order to slam her cunt back each time he levered his cock forward. The blunted tip pushed to the deepest part of her inner womanly self, pressing against the back wall of her tender vagina like a heavy stone.
Tingling thrills continued shooting through Sharon's quivering vagina as she felt the painful penis thrust its way deeper and deeper into her narrowness. The blonde female doctor shuddered violently, feeling the thrill of total pleasure slowly but surely overtaking all of her. Perhaps the only thing about all this that she disliked was this totally humiliating position in which he held her. She hated the idea of her buttocks being so openly exposed to him. It was so degrading.
Pressing his own hands into the bed's mattress, Lamont lifted himself up and stared down to see his thatch of black pubic hair scrubbing against her perineum. The base of his thick, fleshy want was buried all the way inside her pinkly throbbing womanly trough. He saw the widened lips of her vagina tightly stretched to where he truly felt her flesh might tear. Her inner pink lips were like a tight rubber band gripping the tanned flesh of his penile base.
At one point he crammed his cock all the way into Sharon and held it in there for a moment, savoring the enjoyable sight of this proud and haughty bitch, now totally and completely impaled once again so helplessly beneath him. His pulsating organ continued its virile nosing ever deeper into the shuddering vale of her vaginal mortar.
God! He wished he had hidden videotape cameras taking pictures of all this. It would certainly be something to watch himself fucking Sharon Seeley, who was lying flat on her belly. Jesus! He was going to fuck her cunt like there would be no tomorrow. He'd make sure she never forgot his cock, no matter what happened in the future.
Sharon squirmed and twisted helplessly beneath the fucking man. She felt the moving penis continued to push in and out of her, and with each thrust the pleasure continued to enhance. Pulsing thrills built ever higher in her trammeling tunnel, but the force with which he was thrusting into her made her feel as if he also believed his cock to be a sword. Was he trying to slice through her inner tissues and membranes?
She flexed her vaginal muscles in an attempt to grip his cock and hold it firmly in place, but the pulsations of her internal muscles seemed to fill him with new energy, arousing him ail the more, and the heavy penis once again crammed its way far into her tightly shuddering womanly depths. Her inner causeway clamped down, but it was all in vain. No matter how tightly she clung to the penis, it constantly moved within her, a broadsword sliding through a custom-made scabbard. She felt every ridge of flesh and muscle as her nerve-endings transmitted its monstrous shape in the minutest detail to her whirling brain.
As far as Sharon was concerned, the penis was an entity unto itself and no longer an extension of the man she hated. The hard, rubbery tip continued sliding past her cervical opening as the rigidly hard length kept on massaging her walls. The tickling hairs of his testicles rubbed against the ulta-sensitivity of her inner lips, the weighty scrotum banging against her clitoris again and again. The cock seemed to be a part of her now, and no longer a foreign object which had effected an entry. She had become one with it, and in spite of her hate for the man to whom it belonged, she trembled with desire in the hope of experiencing more of it. Her nostrils were widely flared, and she inhaled the odor of their bodies mingling together, even if in this unorthodox position. His hard thrusts were delightful plunges, and the wonderful mounting taking place in her was, to her mind, indescribable. The pulsating organ stabbed deeper and deeper, ramming into her inner self. The contractions of her vaginal muscles was not caused by her desire to continue vaginally gripping the man's driving phallus.
Lamont felt the powerfully pulsating inner pressure now being strongly exerted by her squeezing cuntal walls as they tightly surrounded his powerful penis. He enjoyed the pressures Sharon's cunt was exerting, letting him know what a truly responsive woman she was, and how capable she was of being a completely sexual person if she allowed herself to let go. Whether she liked it or not, little by little she was coming around to his way of thinking. Soon he expected to conquer her completely, and she would indeed beg him to fuck her. Hovering for the moment almost motionlessly above her lovely and desirable nakedness, he waited patiently as he stared at her widespread torso, silently wanting the lovely woman to once again accustom herself to the thickness of his probing prick. The head pulsed burningly in the depths of her craving belly. He inhaled, exhaled, then crammed his throbbing cock a little bit deeper, as if such a thing were possible. At the same time he flexed the head, sending blood surging through it and making the rubbery cap expand inside her, and Sharon found herself quivering with the need for it.
"Hhhhhggguuuuunnnnggghhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, whimpering through tightly clenched teeth, teetering on the fine line between pleasure and discomfort as the former continued rapidly mounting inside her while the latter had all but faded away completely.
Lamont waited a moment, then flexed his penile head again, staring at the way the lovely blonde head bobbed up and down with thrilled arousal. Sharon was panting heavily, her nostrils flared wide, both opening and closing in unison, keeping time to the rhythmic beat of his twitching cock. Soft, mewling sounds of pleasurable delight came from her mouth, now hanging open with her tongue falling out. The gasps within her matched the cadence of his expanding and contracting penis.
"Gggggh hhhhuu uunnnnn gggghh hh . . . hhhh-aaaa nnnn-h h hh .. . aaaaawww wwaaauuu nnnn-nnggg hhh .. . ooonnnhh hhhh.. .." she gasped again, the air forced from her lungs.
Now the handsome dark-haired captor of the lovely blonde woman became aware of the vaginal reply she was making to his anxious penile pulsations. She responded with deep vaginal throbs, the pressure starting at the head of his hard cock as her wetly clinging pussy began a gentle opening and closing around the entire length of his solidly shuddering masculine shaft, causing tingles to radiate through him.
Lamont lay on top of the beautiful blonde female doctor, at the moment not daring to move. He continued his slow, tantalizing rhythmic flexings into the helplessly impaled cunt beneath him. It took all his willpower to contain himself as her thrilled sighs of pleasure managed to reach his ears. Her head hung straight down as her hips began a slow rolling, moving involuntarily under the pressure of his solidly impaling rod. The man tightly gritted his teeth that much more firmly together as he felt the walls of her simmering cunt gripping with the fierceness of saber-toothed fangs. As a result the hot cock continued rotating and screwing itself that much farther into her throbbing cunt, the two pelvises moving closer and closer. Actually, his pelvis was moving closer to her asscheeks, and his balls were moving closer to her clitoris and pelvis.
"Uuuuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" Sharon gasped aloud, expelling her breath as the heatedly buried phallus expanded that much more, stretching the narrow walls of her seething pussy that much more.
The handsome millionare flexed again, this time beginning a regular rhythmic beat, pulsatingly teasing her internal female tunnel. He watched her lovely blonde head lift for a moment, then it fell again as her nostrils widened in time to the way his solid penis continued flexing inside her. Soft, sibiliant pleasures of whispering thrills slid from her quivering body. The sighs continued oozing from her in time to his gentle flexings.
"Unhh hhhu uuuu uujn nnnn hhhh ... uuuh hhhh uuuu unnn nhhh hh ... uuun nhhh huuu uuuu nnnn nhhhh ... uuuh hhhh huuu nnnn ghhh...." she gasped repeatedly.
Lamont was aware of her inner urgency as her body constantly responded with squeezing pulsations around the entire length of his in-thrust penile probe. Now it was time for him to get that cock of his moving and really pour on the speed. She was close to her orgasm now, and by the time he popped his load, he expected she would already be over the rainbow.
Sharon felt her helpless body coming to life as never before. She managed to wriggle further back onto the bed, and Lamont, seeing her need for some leverage, also pulled back the littlest bit while keeping his prong pushed pulsatingly into her vaginal tunnel. There was not the slightest bit of discomfort left in Sharon, All she felt was the continuing sizzle of electric current building somewhere in the raw depths of her shuddering womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve-endings of her quivering body. The wild sensations continued rippling through her heatedly throbbing tummy, and massive spurts of outpouring lubricity continued spouting out from around the plug of his plunging cock. A flaring of brushfire proportions splashed through her tan thighs, charging up the entire length of her widely splayed legs, circling around inside her curled-up toes, making her kick her shins against the edge of the mattress. More of the flaming sensation continued working its way through her, causing her compressed belly to tightly contract as her ribcage expanded. The feeling surged through her elongated nipples as they rubbed against the sheet beneath her, enhancing the sensation that much more.
Sharon was wantonly rotating her hips and loins all the more swiftly now, shaking them from side to side around the constantly impaling shaft of solid rock-like flesh. Her wet vagina shuddered very strongly, dilating in time to the penis's constant plunging rhythm. The pulsations made her feel the organ surge all the more strongly through her quivering self, constantly building ever-mounting feelings of want and desire. She wondered if there was a pulse lodged in the head of his penis as it continued beating against the tightly enclosed walls of her vagina, as if keeping pace with his heartbeat.
God! Now she really understood the meaning of the word oneness. She, and this man fucking into her, were one. They were a single mass of fleshy sensation magically merged by salacious desire. He had more than merely injected a part of himself into her. He had made himself one with her, an extension of herself.
Lamont was barely able to contain his passion as he felt the roundness of her shuddering asscheeks starting to thrust against the flat hardness of his muscular belly. Her hot pussy was sucking his weighty cock that much more deeply into her. The consistently contracting muscles inside her narrowly squeezing pussy were like countless gnawing mice, hungrily nibbling away at the ultra-sensitive shaft of his swollen cock. Her dilating vaginal lips pulled tan-talizingly away, sliding wetly down his shaft toward the head for several inches, and then they literally squeezed and compressed their way right back up all over again. Little by little her crushing vaginal orifice once more engulfed the length and breadth of his shuddering penis until her labia was pulling at his pelvic short hairs. Her own pubic curls were so sparse and so fragilely thin, it was impossible for the pubic hairs to become enmeshed. The massively swollen length of his penile intruder was solidly locked in the squeezing depths of her crushing cunt.
Sharon lay there with her mouth hanging open, unable to believe how much she had come to depend on this powering cock. Salvia fell from her wide-open mouth, dribbling onto the bedsheets below, and she knew now that Lamont had turned her into a total sexual animal. Even so, sex was only part of the story. The more he fucked her, the more she realized how much she did love the man. For all his brutality, for all his overpowering control of her, she adored him. In fact, it was that captivation of her body that made her realize just how much he meant to her. When he had been gentle and considerate on their dates, she had mistaken it all for weakness. There was nothing weak about Lamont Dennison. He was all man. He had proved that even when overpowering, he was capable of gentleness. What was more, in spite of the rough way he continually manhandled her, she somehow felt his desire for her was definitely more than something physical. The simple fact of the matter was, she loved him, and she knew now that he loved her. This then, was why his thick cock felt so good inside her.
Lamont remained immobile, keeping his weight on his hands and the toes of his feet, barely lifting himself off Sharon. He left her just enough room to pump her ass up and down around his solidly driving piston, enjoying the way her heated pussy constantly sucked his phallic explorer inside.
Looking down, Lamont stared at his wetly gleaming penis each time she let her body fall to the mattress, feeling the thrill of her thin ridges of pink, vaginal walls pulling gently out each time her pelvis pressed itself into the mattress. Her movement was to short, and it was obvious her body was begging for more leverage, so Lamont slowly pushed his own knees under him, at the same time lifting her by the waist so she was able to press her own knees into the mattress. .Now, propped up as she was, with her ass slammed solidly against the man's belly and pelvis, she really began working wildly away. He allowed her to strain her hot cunt against him for awhile, watching how wildly and abandonedly she performed. Her mouth remained wide open, her tongue still lolling out. Each motion was faster than the one preceding it, the strong tempo of her continual thrusts against him becoming more and more urgent. Her teeth bit into and chewed on her lower lip as she continually emitted soft, whispering, barely audible sighs, letting him know she was a long way away from the woman he had first fucked that night in her apartment. She loved him, of that there was no longer any doubt. But he knew in order to keep her love, he would have to assert himself as her lord and master at all times, for deep down, Sharon ached to be dominated. She had come from family where her mother had been the force, and the one thing she didn't want was a man like her father, who knuckled under to everything her mother wanted. He might have been a moneymaker in his time - until his investments had turned sour - but as a family man he was, in Sharon's eyes, a weakling. Much as she loved him, she didn't want another man like him. She wanted to marry a man on whom she'd be able to depend. Only now did she realize the truth. Only now did it come to her that she wanted to be dominated.
Her climax was near. The handsome man fucking her sensed it. He also felt her straining to attain her peak in such a way that it would be that much more overpowering than before. The burning oils of her inflamed cunt were flowing even more heavily now, wetting his balls, and the movement of his cock as it thrust in and out of her pussy was a series of loud sucking sounds.
Sharon felt the thrilling orgasm beginning to well up inside her as she continued pumping her ass back and forth. Her vaginal walls alternately rippled and smoothed themselves out as they glided along the length of his heatedly driving masculine poker. As she moved like a valve against a piston - perhaps the only valve in history to do the moving while the piston remained still- she was aware of how totally lusting and desirous she had become to remain with this man. She ached for physical release, but just as much wanted to feel his release inside her, as well. When thinking she had sunk to the lowest depths to which any human was capable of sinking, she had, in reality, climbed to the highest summit of love. Though the physical was a very definite part of her life, knowing how much she loved this man made his fucking of her seem all the more correct and moral. The mere fact that it was Lamont inside her made all this right. She needed him, needed to be fucked constantly by him, or at least as often as he was capable, taking into consideration some prolonged period of celibacy when he was working on his book. Certainly sex without love would mean nothing - or would it? Perhaps she ought to find out, at least once.
Her lovely asscheeks continued slamming back wildly as the man's strong thighs kept on rubbing her lovely skin. Even the animal smell of this man was exceptional. She had smelled this same scent in other men at the hospital, though not nearly this strongly, and the fact that his particular odor invaded her nostrils was what made all this even more thrilling. Sharon felt her orgasm climbing higher and higher within her, and it finally hjt.
"AAAAAIII IIYEEE EEEAAA AAGGGG HHH-... GGG GGHHHHA AAAHHH HHHIII IIIYYY AAAAAA IIIGGG HHHHHH ... WWW WWH-HHH AAAGGG GGHHHH!" she screamed wildly thrashing, insanely shuddering.
Wet lubrication, so churned in her cunt that it had turned frothy and began seeping out of her, washing all over the man's throbbing penis and thighs, drenching his pelvis. The sensation was complete and unparalleled. It was ten times more powerful than her previous big orgasm, and she knew her next climax with Lamont would be even more powerful. Her head began bobbing up and down, and reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and clung to it for dear life.
Now it was Lamont's turn to go berserk. He rammed forward with all his strength into her lovely tanned body, moving faster and faster, shortening his strokes as he speeded up the movement of his ass that much more. Her orgasmic oils made it that much easier for him to plunge into her, and he fitted every last swollen micro-millimeter into the sucking sheath of her womanly tunnel.
"YYYYYYA AAAAAR RRRRGG GGGUUU UUU-NNN -NNNGGG HHHAAA UUUUUW WWW AAA RRRGGG HHHHAA AAANNN NNGGGG JJJUUU IIIRRR GGGGGG HHHHHA AAANNN NNGGGG HHHHHH!" he bellowed, then threw his weight totally on Sharon, making her knees collapse under her as he began spurting his sperm into her narrow core.
His lips pressed into her shoulder from the rear, but he didn't bit down. His teeth did scrape her shoulder, but he had just enough control to keep himself from breaking her skin. Sharon wouldn't have felt it if he did bite her, because she was thrilling to the continual splashes of his sperm, inside. She had found the heaven she had been seeking. Somehow she had to make him understand that.