Chapter 6
"What are you doing here?" she asked, as if talking to no one in particular. "What time is it?"
"It's late," was Buller's reply. "All little girls, good, bad, or otherwise, are in bed where they belong."
"Kill those candles," she mumbled.
"The hell with that, honey," he said, sitting on the bed beside her. "You and I are gonna play a little, and I like to look at what I'm playing with. Ivor showed me those nudie photos of you, and that was why I re-quested you. You have the kind of body that was made to fit around my cock."
"Did you ever think of asking me, first?" Melanie inquired, annoyed that he was simply taking it for granted she was going to give him her body whether she liked it or not.
"Hey, come on, girlie, stop acting hard to get," he insisted. "Ivor told me you know the rules of the game. I had four other models I might've brought up here instead of you, but I brought you. I figured you'd understand immediately."
Melanie knew he was going to take her, but she had no intention of making it easy for him. By simply rolling over, opening her legs and offering herself to him, not only would she be a tramp in her own eyes, but she knew it would make the man think so little of her, that after this one job he would probably not bother with her again. She had to let him know she had respect for herself, even if she was going to let him fuck her.
"Look," she finally said to him, "can't this wait until morning? Hell! I want to look my best for the camera shots."
"Russell is the kind of camera man who can make the Wicked Witch of the West look good," Dick told her. "I'm not worried about how you'll look tomorrow, sweetie. If need be, you can have an extra hour in bed in the morning, but right now you're going to let me cop that sweet little cunt of yours."
It was his choice of words that really began to frighten Melanie. Not that he smelled bad, because he had obviously taken a shower before coming in, too. Still, his being there gave her a funny sensation while at the same time seeming repulsive and vulgar.
"Look, Mr. Buller ..."
"Dick, honey, as in the dick between my thighs."
"Well Dick, I'd appreciate a little respect ... "
Her voice was suddenly cut off as he threw himself on top of her, pinning her helpless young form to the bed, intent on raping her, if necessary. She shook with surprise and disgust, not liking the idea of any man simply violating her because he chose to do it. Even Ivor Goodson had been something of a gentleman about it, handling her with care up to a point. But this man was manhandling her right from the start, letting her know he had no respect whatsoever for her. She was just a cunt for him to fuck, and that was it.
Still, his pouncing on her this way told her she aroused him, and this thought alone excited her somewhat. She was still more than a little confused, and certainly she was extremely embarrassed since she was totally naked under the covers. She actually considered fighting had resisting him, but she was also afraid of the possible results. He might hit her and ruin her so that she wouldn't look good before the cameras no matter what. He slid his heavy torso under the covers and tugged her delightfully naked body closer to him, making her more aware than ever she was being used and not loved.
Dick loved it when these fresh little cunts tried resisting him. The ones who resisted were the ones he used more than once, getting a big kick out of the way they struggled and fought with him. With a pussy like this he felt so overpowering and domineering, and what was more she wasn't some drab bitch he might have had to settle for were he in some other line of work. She was prime cunt, the primmest.
His heart pounded, muscles inwardly jerking excitedly, and his long, thick penis began growing, getting thicker and harder than it had gotten in a long time. He was going to fuck this one's snooty little cunt, all right, and he was going to keep those candles burning bright, letting him see himself burying his throbbing cock between those hot little pussylips of hers. Yeah! He loved watching himself fuck bitches like this one, and he was only sorry the room's one mirror was not tilted to let him see himself pumping into her.
He lay flatly on top of her, then lifted himself as if he were doing push-ups, pinning her smoothly rounded shoulders to the mattress of the old bed. Now, for the first time, he threw the covers back and feasted his eyes on the actual nakedness of this beautiful woman. Looking at pictures of her had aroused him, but seeing her nakedness in the flesh aroused him even more, especially since she was under his hot cock.
Her round, full, small breasts were white, and he had to admit her mammaries were delightfully shaped. She was breathing very deeply so that the pinkish-brown, crown-like nipples fell and rose to brush against the greying brillo-like hairs on his own chest. For that brief instant he didn't want to look at her face. He knew her eyes were cold with anger, and he wasn't in the mood to see anything like that. Instead, he glanced down at the soft heart-shaped fuzz that was her pubic triangle. Melanie had learned how to trim her own vaginal hairs and keep that heart-shape.
The lovely short-haired brunette was unable to believe what was happening to her. She knew some men, like Ivor Goodson, were more than a little unreasonable in taking what they wanted, but they at least had the good sense to make the woman enjoy it all, too. This man apparently didn't give a damn what she felt. He was continuing to attack her. Still, she had to admit there was something strangely obscene and almost delightful in being raped. She almost liked the brutal way he was treating her. It was as if he was a total stranger who had stumbled on her in the middle of the night, and knowing he would never see her again, he was taking advantage of the situation. It was the most ridiculous thing, but she was almost falling under the spell of this terrible man.
It was starting to feel so good, she was almost ready to respond. In fact, it took all her willpower to keep her from responding. If he knew this excited her, he would lose what little respect he did have for her, and she would be certain this was going to be her last job with Dick Buller.
Melanie felt his burning eyes searing into her naked body, as if seeing a naked woman was an entirely new and different experience for this man, though she was certain he had seen many, many naked female bodies in his lifetime. He gripped her slender legs and began spreading them sensuously apart, and Melanie found herself unable to resist. As she lay there, in that totally subservient position, he stared at her nakedly spread vagina with hungrily blatant lust. His massively erect cock—and for the first time she had a chance to see it now that he had shucked the robe he had been wearing—was a scant inch away from her tight little pussy, the tip pointing directly at the indentation of her heart shaped pubic hair. He pushed his knees further between her own legs, forcing her inner thighs to spread themselves even farther apart on the bed.
The light coming from the candelabrum on the night table now penetrated between her delightfully beautiful thighs, shining directly on the pink swelling that was her obscenely exposed vagina. He saw the narrowly thin slit, and then the pinkly open flesh as stretching her legs wider made her cuntlips separate. There were glistening drops of moisture that clung to the heart-shaped hairs like dew drops. Now, before lowering himself to fuck into her maddeningly alluring body, he looked at her eyes. She had clamped them tightly shut.
Melanie was both angry and excited at the fact that this strange man had suddenly walked in on her, intent on dominating her in a sexual relationship. He was being forceful in the pursuit of what he wanted, and Melanie knew for the good of her career she dared not refuse him what he wanted, even if she had to make him struggle a little to get it. Verbal arguments would certainly be useless against a man who claimed he was able to con anyone, and he had, oddly enough, aroused her in a bizarre and tingling sort of way, much as she detested him as an individual. She was no longer angry at the man, yet she certainly wouldn't let him know that. Neither would she let him see the secret excitement developing in her. It was a rude awakening, but what Ivor Goodson had done to her that first time had caused hidden sensory parts of her to be aroused at first touch. She was unable to restrain the weirdly rising pleasure she was feeling.
Melanie was suddenly aware of a thrillingly lewd, almost desperate kind of energy from him as his seeking hands were suddenly moving all over her slenderly naked young feminine torso with a seeking, searching swiftness. At the moment she found herself suddenly concerned with his brutality, but her breath caught chokingly in her throat as his hungering mouth closed hotly over the sensitive tip of one, already slightly quivering breast. He was hungrily consuming her, his heavy arms holding her tightly as his warm, wet, slurping tongue rolled around and around the pinkish brown flesh of her hardened nipple, and his teeth nipped at the spiked-out tip sending thrilling spasms of lewd passion rippling heatedly through her shudderingly tensed body. The obscenely rippling pleasure was not a new thing to her. If it were she might have been more easily able to resist it.
"Please ... uhhhhhhhhhh ... Mr. Buller ... aaaannnnhhhh ... please ... don't do this," she groaned, putting up fake resistance, knowing deep down it was just what the man wanted because he was the kind of individual who took pride in conquering rather than simply screwing someone willingly accepting him. Her resistance was going to drive him crazy, and the aroused commercial director was only now first beginning to sample what he ached for so long to have from her. The delicious tenderness of her sweetly defenseless flesh in his hungry mouth was like enjoying an initial taste of finally fulfilled desire.
It had been more than two weeks since he had been to Goodson's place, seeing the photos of this naked woman. He had waited too long to be denied by her, and now, with her warmly curvaceous young body held tightly in his clutching grasp to fuck and screw and do with as he pleased, he was not going to be stopped for anything, even if it meant whipping her ass a little. He was going to take all of her, hard and fast, ramming his lust-bloated and swollen penis far into the seething depths of her heatedly writhing little belly until she begged and pleaded to feel his heated sperm bursting out and filling her hungrily aroused womanly tunnel.
"No ... not like this ... " she gasped, as if letting him know she didn't object to what he was doing so much as how he was doing it.
She gasped again as his hungrily sucking mouth pulled solidly on the spiky nipple of her right breast, gnawing on the bullet-shaped protuberance, leaving a series of tiny, bloodless marks as a symbol of his hungrily demanding lust. Melanie was now pinned helplessly beneath the weight of Dick Buller's panting body, making any kind of movement difficult. She struggled, wanting to feel even more excitement, because with the fear she was feeling there was definite excitement, but she found it impossible to wriggle out from beneath the pantingly heavy man.
The brunette felt her knees forced wide by his own knees, her nakedly spread vagina wide open and completely vulnerable to his assault, and she felt the incredible throbbing hardness of his solidly pulsating penis against her inner thigh. It felt like a white-hot rod of steel, a menacing pole of seething flesh about to impale her on its entire heated length. She was almost afraid to open her eyes, terrified to look at this gross, overwhelming man whom she realized was so desperately intent on the ravishment of her unwilling body.
Dick Buller was enjoying himself immensely. It had been a long time since he had had so much resistance from a woman. Usually they just lay there and took what he had to offer, and once he had emptied himself into her, he would roll over and go to sleep, not feeling any particular kind of thrill. But this short-haired brunette was everything he wanted in a cunt, and he was enjoying himself to the utmost. As far as he was concerned, her cries were the real thing, and so he enjoyed fucking her that much more. At the moment he refused to pay heed to anything other than total and complete possession of the lovely model's delectable-looking cunt. He had no intention of conceding to her helpless, flailing cries that he stop. Shit! On the contrary, he intended fucking some common sense into her. Like all men, he was vain enough to think that when it came to fucking, he was the best, and he wanted to hear her clamor for more of his throbbing cock. He wanted her to like it, to enjoy it, and not to perform it surreptitiously as a favor to him for his using her on this job.
Running his seeking hand between her soft and tender thighs, feeling the satin-smoothness of her lovely skin, Buller felt the silkiness of her heart-shaped pubic hair, and he probed with his finger, working it into the soft, wet folds of her warmly pulsating vagina, preparing the tightly clamped little receptacle for the approaching hardness of his throbbingly rigid and hot cock.
The flaming flesh was moist and he parted the simmering narrow slit and the softly extended curling vaginal hairs of her heart-shaped pubic ring as he probed with an extended middle finger, sliding it smoothly between the fleshy doors and into the woman's softly sensitive inner depths. He was really going to enjoy this one.
Melanie made the effort to clamp her long, shapely thighs tightly together, and though her mind told her to continue resisting, her body ached to surrender to what the man was doing. Her straining thighs were now locked in the wide-apart position. A state of hopeless confusion began engulfing her mind as she felt his thick fingers worming toward her nakedly exposed vaginal lips. The fingers probed heatedly, digging feverishly into the thin, hair-outlined slit, searching like a bunch of tiny insects running over her sensitive vaginal mouth, and when his fingertips brushed across her budding clitoris, the bolt of seething electric pleasure that suddenly flashed through her shuddering body but weighed any anger she might have had left inside her.
Sucking voraciously on the fullness of her small, rounded pap, the portly man lying beside Melanie continued finger-fucking the warm, fleshy, delightful softness of her seething vagina. He was already aware of her struggling subsiding more than a little as he sought, and finally found the moistly quivering vaginal mouth with a second delving finger. Without the littlest hesitation, he wormed this second digit into the tightness of her narrow, curl-fringed opening, feeling the slickly heated liquid walls snap tightly at the both of them, now.
Not used to having two fingers probe into her sensitive pussy before one had widened her tunnel, the beautiful twenty-year-old began crying out, "N-o-o-oo-o-o-o ... pleeeeaaaaaase ... " and this time her protests were real and not pretend. This only urged the man on to drive his fingers even deeper into the tightness of her quivering, shuddering body as she remained helplessly pinned to the mattress. There was something else building inside her now—that wonderful thrilling tingle Ivor Goodson had built into a roaring pyre that time she had been with him. So even though she cried out for him to stop, she was aching for him to continue, because she knew the tingle would soon swell, while the pain would eventually disappear.
The only thing that really displeased the lovely Melanie was the man's total dominance of the situation, making her completely aware of her own vulnerability. Through it all there was that constant gnawing sensation deep in the hungering pit of her squirming belly that told her she was once again about to enjoy a series of brand-new pleasures. The man's two long, probing fingers continued worming themselves in and out of the sucking depths of her crushing vagina, and it felt oddly exciting. For the moment, at least, she forgot that all this had been forced on her. Hell! She would have been willing to do anything he wanted, if he had asked in the proper way. But he wasn't asking, he was taking.
It was as if the man's use of force also cleared her conscience thereby allowing her to once again taste of this delightfully forbidden fruit. She had attempted an obligatory resistance, and the heavy man had thwarted her. Now, in her own mind anyway, she was absolved once again of any guilt, just as she had been absolved when Ivor Goodson had forced her.
Dick Buller felt more and more daring with the beautiful young model. As far as he was concerned, every bit of her struggle had been factual, and he was a conqueror. God! It felt so good to dominate.
Taking his hungry mouth from her swollen little breast, he began sliding his way down her lushly ripened body, his hungering mouth wetly kissing and licking at her warm, trembling flesh on the way down. He paused at the tiny indentation of her cuplike navel, running his tongue teasingly around and then dipping it inside before continuing down the satin smoothness of her belly.
Oh my! Melanie was totally unprepared for this. Though she had seen the movie of Sheree Edwins having her vagina licked, Goodson had not done it to her, and she was anxious to discover just how it felt. From the reactions of Sheree, it was something new and delightful, and she wanted to experience it.
Her limp protest was now replaced by a soft, submissive gurgle, rising from the tight depths of her dry throat, an obvious lewd response to his oral touch. The man slid down over her until his clean-shaven face was pressed solidly between the smooth white pillars of her long thighs. Afraid he might disturb her erotic reverie, he slowly tugged his finger from the depths of her wetly clasping vagina, then he trailed his tongue even lower, letting it touch the top of her vagina.
As far as Dick Buller was concerned, he wanted to be the director when Ivor Goodson was the camera man and they made the porno movie with Melanie. It would be one helluva thing to watch the way she reacted when some other man probed between her thighs with his tongue. Because he had his own face pressed against the lovely brunette's cunt, there was no way he would be able to see what was going to happen.
"Unnnnngggghhhhh!" Melanie gasped, feeling thrilled beyond measure at what the man was starting to do to her. It felt good, exceedingly good, and she knew he was going to wash his tongue across her vaginal lips and lave them repeatedly, making her feel thrilled. She was already imagining how it would feel.
Imagine, the tongue, wet and warm, licking around and around, then delving into the tender opening between her thighs. Yes, yes, it would be thrilling to feel him shove his tongue all the way into her seething vaginal passageway. In addition, feeling his mouth nibbling at her clitoris, which felt like electricity was shooting through it when a finger palpated it made her flesh crawl with goose pimples, and for that brief instant, in spite of never actually having her pussy lapped, she was more than willing to let the director do it.
His face was drawing closer and closer. She felt the burning warmth of his breath caressing the wet pink flesh of her seething vagina, his mouth mere inches from the elastically tight and clenching little opening.
Her splayed-out position gave him total and complete access to the area of her wide-open pussy, and when he jammed a pillow under her buttocks, lifting her body higher, her anus was also available to his tongue. He was so close to the little pink opening now, pausing to stare at the soft, tenderly sensual curving mound of her womanly desire. He was able to see the rich, moist pinkness of her fleshy lips, covered as they were by a sparse silken shield of heart-shaped rimming vaginal hairs, while the lips continued to throb expectantly as though impatiently waiting what was shortly to happen. The narrow dividing slit was shining and glistening before his eyes and he was able to see the hardened bud of her clitoris throbbing excitedly from the previous way he had teased her with his finger. Reaching out with his hand, the man extended two of his fingers and then spread the lips of her seething cunt wide apart to expose the tight elastic opening of her vaginal mouth to his gaze.
Melanie felt the heatedly lustful secretions from her burning cunnus flowing ever more swiftly, but when he prodded her rectum with a finger, as if to let her know he intended lapping her there as well as in her cunt, and then perhaps intended to kiss her again afterward, she was shockingly jolted back to reality. She felt more than a little disgusted at the idea of letting him kiss her after he had licked her asshole too, and so she reacted automatically, trying somehow to get away from this man before he did put his mouth on her rectal opening and then tried soul-kissing her. Maybe if she put up a bit of a struggle, he would settle for her cunt without having to lick her asshole, as well. Yes, that was it, struggle some more, make him think he had to bring her along a little at a time.
"Aaaahhhhuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh!" she gasped out loud, struggling and writhing, doing her best to convince him she was not pleased with what he had in mind. She jerked her hips away from his face finally, and in the struggle somehow managed to twist over onto her belly. Damn! That was the one thing she had not wanted to do. Now her anus was exposed all the more to his lascivious eyes. Damn! She had to make him understand she didn't want him licking her rectal opening, and then kissing her again, afterward. As it was, she was certain he thought no more of her than he did of some tramp he might pick up in the streets.
"Fuck it!" Dick yelled, and Melanie knew she had distracted him from licking her rectum. But his desire was, for the moment, replaced by an overwhelming anger. He felt the bitch was rejecting him, and Dick Buller did not take kindly to rejection.
Looking around the candle-lit room, he saw her purse dangling at the foot of the bed, its long strap around the footboard. Pressing a hand into her so as to keep her on her back, he grabbed the purse and pulled the shoulder strap from the bag. Throwing the bag on the floor, he gasped, "When Dick Buller wants to do something, you little twat, you're going to learn to let him do it. Let this be a lesson to you."
He began lashing her white buttocks with the thin shoulder strap, hitting her rear cheeks again and again and again, making welts appear, and then crisscrossing the welts.
"No-o-o-o-o-!" she shrieked. "Don't ... don't ... don't do that ... "
"You fucking bitch!" he snapped. "Your body is gonna be covered when we photograph you with the bar of soap tomorrow, and then when you're in the tub, you'll be covered by the water. Even when you walk into the main hall and the 'ghosts' appear, you'll be wearing a towel, TV doesn't know how to appreciate the undressed female, yet. Lucky for you!" he grunted, bringing the strap down on her buttocks again and again.
His cock was pounding heavily as if it were about to burst from the pressure inside it. Son of a bitch! He had held off fucking her, wanting to lick her cunt instead for awhile, getting the channel moist and juicy so that his cock would slide in easily, and this was the way she repaid him? Oh was he ever going to fix her little red wagon. Now she was going to fuck and fuck with a dry hole as far as he was concerned, not realizing the whipping, for all the pain it was causing, was also causing the juices in her to bubble higher and higher. Shit! Not only was he going to solidly fuck the ass off this bitch, but he was going to debase her in the process, and if she wanted to work for him again, it would be with the understanding that she was his to do with as he pleased, when he pleased.
Terrified for a brief moment by the director's sudden anger, the lovely raven-haired model put up no resistance at all when the man jerked her from her stomach to a kneeling position on the bed. She was still shuddering, shaken by the pain which seemed to add to the throbbing heat continuing to build in her vagina.
Damn! She hadn't wanted him to whip her, and she had wanted him to lick her vagina. Now she was wondering just what it was the man intended doing to her. Her face was a bright-red with embarrassment as she realized her smoothly rounded buttocks were waving around in the open air and completely exposed to him, should he decide he still wanted to hit them. Lord! The pain in them was becoming more intense with every passing second now that he had stopped hitting her.
It first occurred to her that he intended mounting her like a dog. This was something else she hadn't bargained for. It was humiliating and degrading to be subjected to something like that. All she'd done was resist when she realized he was going to lick her anal opening. Was it such a terrible thing not to want to kiss a man who had lapped her asshole? True, she always kept herself clean down there, but still, it was the idea of his kissing her asshole and then her mouth. Uuuuunnnngggghhhh!
However it was impossible to ignore the man's anger, nor was she able to ignore the heat still burning inside her shamelessly anxious and waiting belly. Everything had swelled so out-of-proportion in her naive mind. It was all so utterly confusing. This was an actual rape, even if she was willing to let it take place, and all she was able to do was moan softly through partly open lips, her face now pressed firmly into the mattress.
"Honey, when Dick Buller says he's gonna get laid, he gets laid," the man told her, panting heavily. "Now you get this through your thick little skull. You give me any more trouble, and I'll see to it this is the last bit of modeling you ever do. Got me?"
On his knees, he moved behind her on the bed and slid between her nakedly parted inner thighs, forcing her to spread her knees farther apart than before. Now the man had total access to her loins, unaware she was as lusting and filled with passion as himself.
It wasn't often Buller took a woman this way. He had to admit though, that he liked looking at her body from this angle, especially the criss-cross welts on her rounded asscheeks. The reddened buttocks looked more enticing than ever. Christ! She was lucky she wasn't one of the more experienced models. Jesus! If an experienced model had-given him this kind of trouble, he would have simply fucked her in the ass and he would have been done with it. Hell! If he weren't a married man, he would have dragged her down to the main hall in the morning, and there he would have fucked her in front of the whole crew, after which he would have let all the others take a turn.
What the hell! He had the bitch naked, and even if she wasn't in front of any of the others, he had her in front of his cock, bent forward like the goddamn subservient whore she was in his eyes. He enjoyed the smooth slope of her back, angled downward like some sort of ski-jump, a tiny indentation running down the center of her alabaster back. Her hair was short and prevented her face from being totally hidden from his view, so he was able to see she was feeling more than mere humiliation in this position.
Well goddammit! The bitch deserved it as far as he was concerned. He reached out and ran his hand over her smooth back, then smacked her sore buttocks and grinned when she winced. He ran his hand under her body and cupped the fullness of her breasts, pulling on her nipples and enjoying the way she clamped her eyes shut to keep out the hurt.
He reached around with both hands, caressing her two breasts at once, squeezing and massaging them for a long, pleasurable moment. However an impatient twitch in his rigid cock told him to get a move on before he embarrassed himself by spurting semen all over her bare back before getting a chance to get into her.
Tweaking her nipples at the tips first, he rolled them between his fingers before finally releasing her breasts to slide his hands up to her voluptuous, smoothly curved buttocks where he dug his fingers into the sore cheeks while shoving his thumbs into the crevice between her rounded, welted moons, spreading the melon-shaped cheeks wide apart.
"Uuuuunnnnhhhh ... you're ... ohhhhh ... hurting meeee ... " the terrified Melanie cried out, but it was difficult even for herself to tell if the groan was actually from fear, or from being sex-starved. For some reason she felt a secret thrill at being debased this way, fucked in this animal-like position. Lord! It was certainly going to be something different, and in Melanie's mind anything different in the world of sex was something worth trying ... at least once. It did have one advantage though, and that was, with her back turned to him, she wouldn't have to see who he was, and as a result, she would be able to imagine he was some handsome prince charming instead of fat Dick Buller, the gruesome director who, for the moment, was obviously in charge of her life.
Buller saw the tiny brown orifice of her crinkled anus and had to admit he enjoyed the way it puckered lewdly in the dim candle light. All this excited and aroused him to a fever pitch of totally ungovernable desire. He pressed his solidly throbbing cock impatiently between her tenderly soft, inner thighs, feeling there was no way for him to wait another minute.
"All right, baby," he told her. "Take my cock and stuff it into that little tight twat of yours." He spit the words out at her, letting the kneeling, naked model know he meant business this time. He wasn't going to play with her any longer. This was the real thing.
Melanie wondered if she ought to scream a little at him and get his dander up again, telling him she didn't like the idea of being used like some goddamn two-dollar whore, but the words stuck in her throat because no matter what the price, she was indeed selling her body to gain money, and after all, that was what a whore did.
The mixture of the man's hatred, anger, and aroused passion made the trembling model react with a certain immediacy to his wantonly coarse demand, in spite of having to compromise herself in such a trampy way. She reached back between her dangling firm breasts, and groping for a moment, finally found the throbbing stiffness that was Dick Buller's throbbing cock. She had hardly touched Ivor Goodson's penis, but from the little she had touched it, she knew the penis she now held was neither quite as long nor as thick. In spite of this new position, she knew she would be able to handle it with ease.
Now the heavily throbbing rod of masculine flesh felt as though it were some kind of elongated heart that was pumping blood through his entire body. The tip was slightly moistened from his constant secretion of seminal lubrication. Melanie tried hard to blank out her mind as to the degrading position she was in, but the feeling of his virilely heated cock made her anguished belly jerk all over again with an overpowering inner fiery fascination. Now that she wasn't looking at it, it felt bigger than it had originally looked, perhaps because of the position she was in. The hard, fleshy column felt more solid than it had looked, and the blunted tip felt more like a rubbery fist than anything else. She was hesitant to put it against her widespread vaginal slit, but then she became aware of his hands squeezing anxiously at her rounded buttocks, and she was reminded precisely how naked and vulnerable she was to his impatient lust.
"Come on, come on," Dick Buller insisted. "Put my cock in right now, damn it to hell! Right now!" he insisted, commandingly, the last vestiges of his reserve starting to wear thin. It was taking every last ounce of his willpower to keep him from spurting his sperm all over the roundly straining cheeks of her buttocks. Christ! She looked so damn sexy in the candlelight. God! Her fingers finally wrapped themselves hesitantly around his thickly pulsating shaft as he arched his hips back to help her guide the throbbing organ between her wetly waiting vaginal labia.
"Stop stalling and move it," Buller insisted, squeezing the softness of her resilient buttocks until his fingers left small circles gouged into her nakedly white flesh, reminding him of her humiliating—yet sexually receptive position—a position into which he had forced her.
Melanie wanted to cry and moan at the same time, her frustration enhanced all the more because deep down inside she had the urge to strike out at the director, yet at the same time she realized her body was clamoring to have his long, stiff cock fucking far up inside her belly. It was a new, odd sensation to her.
She wriggled her buttocks a little, shifting her position somewhat, then taking a deep breath, she placed the lust-swollen, stiff length of solid penis against the soft folds of her suckingly wet vagina, and then she began working the rubbery point up and down, up and down like a lever in order to separate the soft, curl-fringed labia that protected her tenderly vulnerable, upraised vaginal vent. When she had the thick head lodged against the tight little opening, she took another deep breath, fearing he would split her into two equal parts when he finally fucked his cock forward into her tight cunt. Hoping to keep him from hurting her too much, she clamped her fingers tightly around the long, thick, distended hardness, gripping it tightly.
Unconcerned with what she wanted and how she felt, the director abruptly flicked his hips forward slightly, forcing just the rounded tip of his rigidly excited cock to pop very suddenly into the pink entry way that was her vagina.
"Haaaauuuunnnggghhh!" the lovely Melanie grunted as the weighty and lust-hardened shaft of seething flesh slipped into her tightly clinging, defenseless little vagina like the rubber tip on the end of a walking stick.
She continued to grip the heatedly fleshy pole very tightly in her hand, hoping to restrain him any further, wanting to keep him from delving deeper into her. In this position her passageway was narrower than when she had been lying on her back, and the discomfort she was feeling was almost as strong as the time she had initially been penetrated. She hadn't expected his entry to be so abrupt. She tensed her vaginal walls together in automatic response to hold him back, but it only teased him that much more.
The tiny, narrow, inward sucking sensations created by her wet, clinging vaginal flesh as it molded itself around the heavily throbbing tip of his palpitating cock made Dick Buller even more anxious to have the full length probing that much further into the leeching tunnel inside her sucking cunt. He held back only a second, then shoved his hips forward solidly, flowing that much deeper into the warmth of her heatedly clinging vagina. The thick, helmet-shaped, elastic tip began to widely spread the smooth walls of her seething cunt before it like a mole tunneling into the earth.
"Aaaannnnggggghhhhhh ... no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... uuuunnnngggghhhh ... d-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-nnnn't ... ggggghhhhhaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned as he ground his long, thick, licentiously impaling, driving stiffness deeper and harder, shoving it that much further into her widespread pussy.
Melanie shut her eyes, pretending her ravisher was a handsome, masculine Viking of old, picturing him raping her like she was some maid in a town that was being pillaged, and she mewled and whined softly before him, her own inner desire mounting that much more rapidly, burning within her body like a bed of white-hot, glowing charcoal.
Still on his knees behind the lovely brunette, Dick Buller didn't know what was possessing him, but he did know the pressure in his lust-inflated testicles had become overpowering and excruciating. He had to have the full length of his wildly throbbing, pounding cock buried all the way inside her, and right away. He tried hard to restrain himself in order to ease it in slowly, not caring so much about her internal adjustments as for his own enjoyment, but such restraint took one hell of a lot more willpower than the man had. His excitedly hardened penis was wildly throbbing, jerking insanely from the tight feel of her clinging, warm vaginal membranes surrounding his pulsing pole, and he felt he would come before his cock had touched bottom.
In the reverie of her mind, where she was being fucked by a brutal, ravishing viking, Melanie was so thrilled by what was happening, her fingers released their hold on the massive penis, and he was at last free to fuck totally unimpeded into the depths of her warmly waiting vaginal receptacle. Like an enraged bull, he slammed his hips forward, grinding his heavily tunneling penis its full length into her acquiescing vaginal corridor, driving it in with cunt splitting force, sinking deeper and deeper, not stopping until his sperm-bloated testicles smacked loudly against her pouting vaginal lips, rubbing her clitoris.
"Ggggghhhhaaaa ... nnnngggghhhh! Ohhhhhh Godddddddd! Haaaannnnhhh!" she gasped, crying out in confused surprise as the force of his driving lunge nearly lifted her clear off the bed, the dull thud of his hairy groin slamming flatly against her rounded buttocks. The sound of it carried throughout the large old room, echoing in her ears again and again, in spite of her own series of low, guttural, gasping shrieks. The impact was so overpowering, Melanie felt as though her beautiful face was going to be driven right through the mattress. His elastic cock-head was continually pressing solidly against the cushiony rear of her vaginal tunnel, bypassing her cervix, sliding above it, burying its full length inside her like some angrily menacing weapon attempting to destroy her from within.
He was still for a moment now that he was inside her, as if he might be considering a reprieve after all, but a moment later she realized there would be no reprieve when he abruptly flexed his lengthily impaling hose of solid muscle and flesh, causing it to lurch even deeper into her sucking depths, moving around and around in her helplessly squirming belly.
Jesus H. Christ! he thought. She was one wild fuck! She would look great on the wide screen, as well as on TV sets when they also made those copies of home VCR cassettes. Yes, she had to star in some of the porno movies he made on the side with Ivor Goodson. Just watching her was enough to make any man come off in his pants. Hell! She would make Lovelace and Chambers look like nothing. This was one chick who would really rack up a fortune for him.
No longer able to restrain himself, not wanting to wait for her interior to adjust to his length and breadth. He was too anxious, and he began immediately fucking rhythmically in and out of her sucking pussy as it tightly clasped the full length of his throbbing cock. The long, hard strokes continued pounding deep inside her seething womb, sometimes striking the tip of her cervix on the way in before sliding past it, and she automatically moaned rhythmically in reply.
Buller stared down at her subserviently bent-over form, and he felt slightly mollified for the hard time she had initially given him. Even her reddened, welted asscheeks looked arousing and delightful to him. He watched the way her buttocks jiggled each time he thrust himself into her with a driving rhythm. He loved the sight of her back smoothly sloping down to her loosely scattered hair, short as it was. Her delightfully lush nakedness was far more sensual than even he had originally imagined when first seeing the naked photos of her. Christ! She was so tight it was like fucking a virgin, and he was enjoying himself as he hadn't for a long, long time. She wasn't one of those wisecracking know-it-all bitches who automatically spread their legs because they knew the score. She had to learn, and he was the one doing the teaching.
The sight of her this way made the rapidly gathering sperm in his testicles stir like molten, bubbling iron, begging him to hurry and give himself up to this ultimate pleasure.
Never having been fucked from this angle before, and in fact having only been fucked once before in her entire life, the beautiful Melanie was at first surprised by the lancing depth of Buller's penetration, considering his cock was neither as long nor as thick as that of Ivor Goodson. For a brief instant she was afraid the man might have torn her up inside.
She was stunned for a moment, and it took awhile for her to realize her cunt had not been lacerated. When she did realize it, the heated, forbidden passion she was feeling deep down inside increased that much more, and she realized it was the cock, not the man that was thrilling her. Men didn't matter. Cock did.
Melanie was well aware the man was using her, a receptacle for his lusting madness, and he had no care or desire to please her, nor would he fuck her in any way other than the way it pleased him to fuck her at the moment, no matter what she wanted. To him, she was a cunt and nothing else, a twat to be fucked. She represented nothing to him other than a common trollop, and yet knowing this made her that much more passionately aroused. Yes, she was aroused because all this was new and different. Even if he wasn't quite as good as Ivor Goodson, the fact that he was a different man made it all that much more interesting. With her back to him, she was able to imagine he looked like a Greek god.
Melanie pressed her desire-contorted face into the pillow on the bed, hoping the cock inside her wouldn't come too quickly. She wanted to get enjoyment out of all this in spite of the way the man didn't give a damn, perhaps because the man didn't give a damn. Since there was no way out of all this, she wanted to be fucked until she was no longer able to walk. Oh God! How she ached for him to continue fucking her in this strangely subservient position.
Dick Buller, totally unaware of the mounting passion continuing to build in the beautiful woman he was fucking, rammed his long, stiff cock unendingly into the tightness of her throbbing, quivering cunt as his overpowering lust now took complete control and totally dominated his common sense and reason. One thing was certain, and that was, with this chick he wouldn't have to settle for the kind of halfway fuck he got from some of the other models. This was one cunt he was going to make beg and plead to feel his heatedly gushing sperm. She would plead to feel his hot semen gushing into her belly until she exploded from the sheer want of it.
He gripped her hips tightly in each of his hands as he continued fucking his jerking thickness deep inside her heatedly liquid pussy. Her pink, flesh-rimmed vaginal mouth was elastically tight around his blood-bloated penis, and when he shoved his hard cock that much deeper inside her trembling belly, the flesh rolled smoothly inside with his pounding fury.
His sperm-bloated testicles continued swinging forward and up between her widespread thighs, making continually loud, obscene smacks against the wet folds of her delightfully splayed-out pussy. His wiry, wrinkled scrotum continually massaged her clitoris on each forward stroke between her widespread thighs, continually making out, obscene smacking sounds against the rich pink lips of her tantalizing cunt. Then, when he retreated, pulling his pulsating stiffness out of the now-hungrily sucking and clasping pussy until only the head remained lodged inside the snug opening, he remained that way for a long, long moment before once again driving forcefully into the slickly clinging walls of her sodden pussy again. He continued smacking into her softly warm, rounded buttocks so hard, her voluptuously small, rounded breasts jiggled and wiggled, quivering excitingly as they depended from her chest, shuddering because of the heavy, pussy slamming impact.
"Aaaaauuuunnnngggghhhh!" the beautiful brunette gasped, moaning in spite of her desire to keep quiet and not let the man know how he was affecting her, and that she was, in effect, enjoying the way he was raping her.
The continual, steady hammering of his throbbing penis made it feel it was going to move right on past her cringing belly and into the depths of her gagging throat. She was unable to ignore the wildly ecstatic sensations that came so thrillingly with it. Her whitely dancing, small round breasts continued moving forward and back, causing her stiffened, extended, pinkish-brown nipples to continually graze tantalizingly across the smooth surface of the bed sheet beneath her. This seemed to multiply the erotically pulsating pleasure that somehow refused to leave her aching belly.
To increase her desire and excitement, she continually told herself over and over again that she was being helplessly raped by this man's crude fucking of her in this terribly debasing position, and her lewdly obscene pretensions of being fucked by a totally strange, handsome rapist continued fueling the fires in her seething interior.
Her clitoris was like a hungrily vellicating demon that wanted so much to be fed by his continually swinging testicles each time he lunged and plunged into her, and the thrilling shocks she received from having the nubbin rubbed by the wrinkled scrotal sac rippled like wildfire through her body, charging through the walls of her sucking, clasping cunnus, searing her inner flesh again and again. She suddenly felt she was one with the massive cock continually driving into her tunnel, moving demandingly through her continually trembling body. The massive penis was like a rampaging monster, and it would only be satisfied by being hungrily devoured by the flames in her heated furnace within, settling for nothing less. She felt a combination of anguish and wildly exhilarating excitement fused convulsively together.
Pressing the top of her head into the pillow beneath her, she was able to look back between her hanging breasts to see her nakedly vulnerable pussy being ceaselessly pistoned into by the full length of the wetly glistening penis. He was able to withdraw until only the very tip of the cock remained inside her wide-split young pussy, and then he would smoothly fuck right back into her again, ramming into her desire-slickened channel. The swollenly pink inner lips of her sucking cunnus continued working until she had sucked the full length of it all the way inside again.
His bushy pubic hair was pushing into the narrow crevice between her rounded asscheeks with each heavy, ass-flattening lunge, and she felt a thrillingly lewd, more urgently tingling sensation surge to the very top of her swirling brain. She was being fucked deliciously and crazily by the continuing long, hard thrusts of the masculine organ now, and she was feeling the swelling joy of it continuing to build higher and higher in her shuddering body. Her loins quivered intensely, and her body trembled.
Feeling the intensifying sucking motion of her narrow cunt build around his deeply pistoning penile shaft, Dick Buller realized he was getting through to the cunt after all. All the better. Make her come, and the next time she's be a bit more willing, though knowing this one, he was certain she would always initially give him a hard time. What the hell! It made fucking her that much more spicy.
His sperm was boiling faster, and it wouldn't be much longer before he fired. If he intended making her climax too, he would have to work much faster.
He stared at the way her delightfully voluptuous, rounded buttocks began rotating back in continual response to his hard-driving, forward surges, and to test her, he held his cock back once, and the heatedly undulating cheeks of her delightfully rounded ass seemed to jump greedily backward when he didn't simply plough forward into her seething pussy, right away. It so excited him, the man began fucking in and out again with ever-increasing speed. Christ! She had one hot little swinging pair of asscheeks. They had come to life with a vengeance, and she was wildly fucking back against him.
He saw the smooth muscles of her delightfully firm, resilient asscheeks continually flexing each time he slid his cock back. It appeared as if the lovely lady actually wanted to suck his cock back into the depths of her seethingly hungry belly. He anxiously moved his hands over the delightfully whitely gleaming globes of her rear cheeks, placing his thumbs between them, digging down into the deep-molded crevice that separated them. Then he spread the smoothly rounded moons of her ass wide apart, allowing himself to see in the candlelight the pucker of her tiny, brownish, crinkled anus as it puckered and grasped, moving simultaneously with each stroke of his throbbing cock into her tightly squeezing pussy. Without once breaking his thrusting rhythm, the man worked his fingers into her narrow, hairless gluteal valley. He then placed his extended middle fingertip against the tiny rhythmic pucker of her tiny hole. Then slowly, he began to work his finger into the tightness of the gripping elastic-like flesh.
"Uuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, suddenly realizing he was going to do to her what Goodson had done when he had fucked her. For some reason a finger in the anus seemed to enhance what she was feeling, and she knew it would bring on her orgasm all the more quickly. Still, she grunted as if she were totally helpless, making the man believe he was still conquering her, thrilled as she was by the continuing erotic sensations that kept on working through her cock-impaled body.
In order not to let him know she wanted the finger, she initially lurched away from the obscenely worming, delving digit, but then, oddly aroused, she raised her buttocks because she was no longer able to control them, and then voluntarily relaxed her sphincter in order to accept the digital intruder into her seething rectal tunnel. The tightly resisting anal passageway totally yielded and allowed the lewdly working, driving, thrusting probe to enter, and for an instant she felt nothing but total searing pain. It was completely unnatural, lewd, and indecent, and yet it was so thrillingly delightful. She loved the sensation of it worming around and around in her body again and again. He continued to accommodate her forbidden desire, shoving his finger in up to the first knuckle, her narrow, squeezing anal tunnel continuing to grip it tightly. As he continued shoving deeper, her narrow rectum slowly became accustomed to the invader.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhh ... Godddddd ... yessssssssss ... morrrrrrre ..." she helplessly grunted and moaned as the continually turning and twisting finger kept digging into her until it was buried as far as possible in her asshole.
She lurched back against the probing finger with obvious sensations of delight. At the same moment she continually attempted to open her vaginal muscles all the wider to absorb more of his pleasure-giving penis. Her loins were now thrilling on fire, inwardly voracious and hungry with heated want and need.
His finger continued plunging down hard into her tightly clenching anal tunnel until it was able to bury itself no deeper. Now she was being delightfully plundered by two stiff ramrods; the simmering cock in her cunt, and the driving finger in her rear.
Groaning out loud, she felt suddenly like acting just as if she were a whore. After all, she was being treated like one. So she raised her buttocks invitingly, lifting them higher in order to better enjoy the dual assault on her person, taking both his extended middle finger and hard-driving phallus as far into the simmering depths of her grinding loins as was humanly possible.
With his driving fingertip, the overweight director was able to feel his long, plunging, pistoning prick through the thin wall of flesh that separated the two tightly clasping inner tunnels, and he wormed his finger around and around in the heated depths of her squirming rectum, each twist making the nakedly kneeling girl groan out a low, muffled cry as her face pressed into the pillow beneath her.
She continued wriggling her body in an abandoned way, shoving and grinding her seethingly aroused buttocks solidly back against the two impaling shafts of agonizing torturous pleasure. Her plundered backside was now a wild inferno of simmeringly feverish sexual arousal. She was aware she was nearing an experience of delightful magnitude; an experience she had known only once before. It was like a roaring acceleration toward some unknown point of combustion. Having been there once before, she knew when she finally got there, she would feel sheer ecstasy. The gushing sighs from within her quaking self seemed to pour out uncontrollably, and the sounds assailing her ears seemed to come from an entirely different source, and not herself.
"Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh ... Godddddddd ... yessssssss ... ohhhhhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh!" she gasped.
It was more than the urgently fucking man was able to take. Christ! As far as he was concerned she was better than all the other go damn cold models he had fucked over the eighteen years he had been in this business. Shit! It was thrilling and arousing to watch his nearly bursting cock continually fuck into the tight young cunt of the female he knew as Melanie Lamarr. Even the sight of his finger probing into her rectal orifice was thrilling. He had to admit, he had expected that in spite of her sensational body, she would end up being a cold fuck like all the others. But she had proven him wrong. She was a hundred—no, a thousand times better than he had expected. Her naked young body, so sensual, so arousingly wild was making him shudder with a delighted lack of control. He had to admit, never, in all the years that he had been fucking, had he ever experienced such total responsiveness in a female before. She was going to look great in front of the cameras. She was moving as if she wanted to be treated this way, like some common streetwalker.
In spite of his efforts to hold back, her squeezing pussy was building an insane lust in him for orgasm. His testicles felt as if they were ready to burst out of his bloated scrotum as his surging sperm made the maddening dash up the length of his suddenly wildly jerking phallus.
Melanie was also feeling orgasmic sensations building in her. The finger in her rectum, pressing down, making her cunt squeeze that much more tightly around the man's cock, enhanced the thrills in her, and before she realized, a million twinkling stars were blasting through her head as she felt herself hitting the top of the rainbow.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAAAA ... IIIIIAAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAAAA ... IIIIIYYYYAAAAYYYY ... AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHG!" she screamed, hitting her head into the pillow beneath it again and again as surge after lustful surge of delight flared through her trembling body.
A moment afterward, he was bellowing too, firing heavy blasts of seminal fluid into her body, filling her with his sperm as he pumped violently. He kept on pumping until he was empty, and then he pulled out and collapsed on her bed, fast asleep. Melanie lay down beside him, covered them, and also fell asleep.