Chapter 18

When we got back to Harry's office, he appeared even hornier than he had been the first time that he had fucked me.

He put his fingers to work quickly on my white nurse's uniform, which he quickly unbuttoned and removed.

He observed my stockings, reaching out and running his fingers over them. He snapped my garter belt several times, then removed it.

He reached behind me, slipping his hands down beneath my panties and against my buttocks.

"From the very beginning I loved this butt," he laughed. "I always loved the idea of touching it. It makes me think about all those times when your ass seemed so unattainable. It just goes to show that in time all things are possible."

We were lying on his convertible sofa, and he had quickly undressed prior to stripping me.

I observed the huge cock, recognizing that I was probably in for a long afternoon. He would see to it that I did precisely what he wanted me to. He would give the commands, and I would be expected to follow them in every detail.

His fingers kept on working as he undid my garter belt, beginning to tug at my stockings.

"I love your luscious legs," he sighed. "I'm going to give you a real workout today, honey. If you think that I did a lot last time, then you just have another thought coming. Better than the last time that we had. The longer I know a girl, the more I do with her. You can ask any of the other nurses around here that I've balled and they'll tell you."

He continued tugging at my stockings, pulling them off. He reached out with both hands, clutching at my thighs.

The funny thing about sex with Harry, was that, even though I hated him personally, I couldn't help but get turned on by him once he started putting his charming techniques to work.

He did know a good deal about sex and what a girl digs. Maybe he had hurt me a good deal with his brutal ass-fucking, but he had also aroused me with those very same movements.

He knew just how to slip his dick, long and hard, inside my anus, and I wondered if he would be seeking that same kind of action again. It kind of bothered me, since I didn't like the idea of getting hurt in my ass-hole, even though he did have some dynamic movements that he was more than willing to display.

With thriving determination, he let his fingers move up and down my legs.

Now and then he permitted his fingers to clutch at my ass-cheeks. He squeezed them gingerly, then smiled at me.

He slipped his tongue toward my mouth, allowing it to slide against my tongue.

While our tongues collided with devastating grace and zeal, he ran his fingers affectionately through my hair.

Harry was determined to get me excited, and he was succeeding. It was quite an accomplishment on his part, since I did not want to respond to him. As I said, I couldn't stand him as a person, but he did have a dynamic flair when it came to getting me emotionally aroused.

His fingers slid up and down my legs several times, after which he decided it was time to slip his cock inside my ass-hole.

He reached out and grabbed my thighs, sliding my legs over his shoulders. He looked like Hercules, or a reasonable facsimile thereof, with that all-knowing grin on his face and the all-powerful demeanor he was expressing.

He slipped his hard rod forward, permitting it to enter my anus.

I let out a loud gulp, then felt the first dramatic Shockwaves of his entry.

He slammed his peter devastatingly inside my ass-hole.

It hurt like hell, but I knew he wasn't about to let up. Not that guy. When it came to sex, he was concerned about himself and nobody else. He let me know that in no uncertain terms enough times!

His rigid penis continued to surge forward, pushing and pumping vigorously inside my anus.

As he kept pumping his rod inside my ass-hole, Harry reached out with both hands, allowing them to circulate over my ass-cheeks.

He would pinch my buttocks several times, then let his fingers slide down my legs.

He would work his fingers from my thighs down to my ankles, then back up again. Occasionally he would pinch my legs, making them hurt. On occasion I would wince, and he would greet my winces with a grin.

"That must have hurt," he would say.

I couldn't stand the sadistic dimensions of the sonofabitch, but he did have a sexy way about him, particularly the way he manipulated his hips as he kept pumping his hard dick ever deeper inside my ass-hole.

While he kept up those burning movements, he clutched his fingers feverishly against my legs. He kept on moving his fingers around them as he savagely pumped his cock forward, pushing ever closer toward climax.

He enjoyed every movement, and kept on sending his surging tool pumping forward. He was moving ever closer to climax, driving himself ever closer to the moment at which the hot white juices would be released from the head of his spirited cock and into my anus.

I was really beginning to feel the soreness by that time, and every time that I would wince he would seem to go out of his way to fuck me much harder and faster.

"You've got the best fucking ass around," he laughed. "It's great to push my cock into it."

He kept plunging his penis into the inner tightness of my ass-hole, driving his fervent rod into me, pumping with every bit of determination he could summon forth.

He was hurting me now more than ever, driving ever closer to his big goal.

He began to grunt, and his face reddened as the sharp impact continued.

"There's nothing like sticking your cock into a place nice and tight," he gasped. "That's what's so great about fucking your ass-hole, baby. It's a good ass, it really is. What an ass it is! I'm going to explode my juices inside that nice ass!"

He flared back and fucked me with everything he had, driving his cock in all the way, delivering the sharp, burning thrusts as his white juice was set to unleash itself out of the end of his spear and into my ass-hole.

He reached out and clutched my breasts. He pinched them, hurting my tits as he kept up his movements.

At long last the sea of white liquid was released from the end of his burning stick. The white juices devastated me as they spilled out of the end of his rod and into my ass-hole.

"What a fuck you are, oh, what a glorious screw," he said. "You are really quite a grind, honey. Oh, you're the kind of girl any guy wants to stick his meat into. And that ass, oh, is that ever something!"

I heaved a sigh of relief when he released his cock from my ass-hole.

"Is that it?" I asked hopefully.

"Hell no," he said, a little miffed. "You're not in that big a hurry to leave, are you?"

"Of course I am. I have work to do."

"Screw your work," he said irritably. "We've got some more fucking to do."