"That was a disgusting thing to do to me," sulked Sandy. She sat hunched down in the seat of Paul's small foreign sports car. He easily took the curves of the dirt road leading to the lake. "All those pictures. Goddamn, I didn't think anybody'd sink that low."
"I figured it was the easiest way to get you to come up to the lake. I've been wanting to… enjoy your company for some time."
"I bet you have." She pulled her arms more tightly around her voluptuous body and glared at him.
"Sure, I have," he said in a conversational tone. The very idea of having this hot fox in the same car with him made his prick rise. But, to know that they'd spend the entire weekend fucking like rabbits really turned him on. Blackmail or not, he wanted to get into Sandy Kramer's pants and fuck the shit out of her.
He began daydreaming, wondering how tight and hot her pussy really was. She might even be a virgin! The thought hadn't occurred to him before. All the hot and heavy action he'd seen her engage in had lacked a meaty prick shooting up into her cunt. Her cherry might still be intact. That didn't mean she didn't know the score, it just meant he might be the first one to really fuck her.
The idea made him even hotter for her body.
"I think it's a lousy, rotten, stinking thing to do. And poor Chuck Farley is going to have a coronary when he finds but."
"You can use the pictures to get him to invest more money with the company. What's so bad out that? Your prestige goes up and the company picks up big bucks on his account."
"Yet, sure, asshole, for awhile," she snapped. "As soon as the pictures are all ransomed off, he moves all his account to some other company. A man like Chuck Farley has special needs and I happened to find out about them. It was an unwritten thing between us that neither would tell about what we did. You violated the spirit of that. He's going to be pissed, and I mean royally pissed, too!"
"So don't give him back all the pictures," suggested Paul, enjoying the feeling of power he held over Sandy. The woman looked sexier than ever as her cheeks flushed with anger. He wondered if her pussy-lips were rigid with new blood flowing into them. He could only guess now. Later on, he would find out.
"I want you to burn the pictures. All of them. I'll do anything you want this weekend but you've got to get rid of the pictures."
"No deal, baby. We can get along nicely, you and I can, if we don't argue over trivial things like this. You made the agreement to come up here no strings attached. I won't bother mentioning the pictures to any of the bosses, unless you don't pleasure me the way I think you should."
"You scum-sucking bastard," she muttered.
He only smiled. Seeing her in this condition made him all the more aware of the way lie enjoyed power over women. His wife was a real bitch at times and managed to make life hell for him. He didn't dare do with her what he wanted; she was the daughter of the senior partner at the brokerage house. While he hadn't gotten his position because of that, it wouldn't do to rough up the boss' daughter. So he put up with her nagging and her "not tonight, I've got a headache" routine. Knocking off a piece now and then at the office helped. His secretary went along with his play-acting and that made him feel good.
He would feel worlds better once he got it in with Sandy. And it wouldn't be play-acting this time. It would be for real.
"Are you a virgin?" he asked Sandy. The startled look on the woman's face told him he might have hit close to the truth.
"Hell, no!" She slumped into silence again. Then, about a mile farther down the road, she added, "Some damned kid raped me when I was in high school. Said I was a cock-teaser and he was only giving me what I really wanted. God, I hated him."
"Hated? You decided it wasn't so bad after all?"
"Shit, man, what do you use for brains? I got even with him. I cut his balls off with a pair of hedge shears."
Paul straightened behind the wheel of his car. He wasn't sure if he believed her or not. If she had been raped, it would certainly explain her contempt for men and her single minded desire to get ahead in a man's world. But had she actually gone so far as to castrate the guy who raped her?
"That's funny," he said after swallowing hard. "Del was laughing and telling me what a castrating bitch you were. It's really true, huh?" He hoped she would deny it. She didn't, and that made him all the more thrilled about the weekend coming up.
He was going to fuck one hell of a fine prize.
"Here we are," he said, slamming on the brakes and skidding in the soft dirt, to the door of the cabin. "A nice little A-frame I bought last year."
"Fuck," she said.
"That's what we're here to do. Let's go on in and get started. What do you say?"
"I say fuck off, mister. I don't want any part of this. Go on and use your Goddamned pictures. I'll get even with you if you get me fired. And those pictures of Farley you wouldn't dare use. You'd lose his account for sure if you ruined him."
He stared at her for a moment and then laughed.
"You think you've got it all worked out, don't you? Rut you came up here. That means you don't really know whether I'd use the pictures to get you fired. Well, baby, let me tell you this straight from the shoulder. Damned straight, I would! I'd love to see that pretty white ass of yours in a sling. I hate it the way you go around the office all the time wagging that butt of yours and smiling slyly. You're a Goddamned cock-teaser, that's what you are. And your prick-teasing days have come to an end!"
He grabbed her and brutally crushed her lips against his. He enjoyed the feel of her frightened body as she strained to get away from him. He held her even tighter. She wasn't going to run, not now. He had her and he was going to spend the weekend balling her at this deserted cabin.
Paul felt something wet against the back of his neck. Startled, he looked up and saw a dog. A big German Shepherd dog had jumped up, placed his paws against the side of his car and lapped at his neck.
He released Sandy and said, "Even the dog is amorous. I wonder who he belongs to."
"Go fuck yourself," was all the answer he got from her. She got out of the car and led the dog into the cabin. The dog followed close behind her, sniffing at her pussy as it went. Paul laughed again, deciding that wasn't such a bad thing to do. He wouldn't mind poking his own nose up close to her naked cunt and licking and sniffing around.
He followed her into the cabin. She stood with her hands on her shapely hips, surveying the cabin. The inside was done in a tasteful rustic decor that had cost Paul a fortune. He'd bitched about it at the time, but now he didn't care. It was the perfect place to get it on with this hot, unwilling woman.
"Shit," she said. "This place is a dump. But it figures, considering who owns it."
"It's the company's," he lied. "They let me use it."
"Shit," she said again. "I think I'm going out to get a bit of air. It's getting pretty rank in here." She eyed him with obvious disfavor and started to push past him and out the door. He stopped her and pinned her against one of the rough cabin walls.
"Not so fast, kiddo. I think I'm horny enough to appreciate a little of that hot pussy of yours. Let's get down to business."
She kneed him in the balls. He grunted and doubled up, his hands releasing their steely grip on her arms. This was all the opening she needed to bolt and run outside. He gasped air into his lungs and rubbed his balls and then took out after her.
She'd pay dearly for this!
"Sandy, get your ass back here or you're going to be in a world of trouble!"
All he heard was her abusive, "Fuck you!" drifting back to him from the direction of the lake. He set off down a side path which would get him to the lake in less than five minutes.
Paul emerged and saw Sandy panting and holding her sides from the strain of running. The shortcut he'd taken had left him in good shape. She was about out of strength. Fucking her now would be easy. He thought.
"Now!" he cried as he sprang from behind a tree and grabbed her again. She surprised him with a hidden reserve of strength. She turned and twisted and clawed.
"Stop that!" he ordered. She fought harder. He wasn't going to let loose of her this time. He avoided another knee to his groin and tried to use the momentum to carry them both to the ground. Once there, his superior weight and strength would overwhelm her.
They crashed to the ground. Both were stunned, but Paul recovered first. He bellowed, "You dumb slut! I'm going to punish you for this! I'm going to show you that you can't get away with being a cock-teaser all your lire without paying the consequences."
He sat on a stump and pulled the woman across his lap. She still fought hard but in her upside-down position, she couldn't get any leverage. And her strength wasn't enough to break free.
"Stop this!" she demanded. She felt the man's hands holding her firmly. There was no way she could possibly escape. The more she struggled, the more helpless she felt. Shuddering at the feel of his hands running along the insides of her legs, she knew she was going to be disciplined by him. Harshly. Without mercy.
Something made her cunt begin to drool. She didn't want any part of this. Yet, something inside her responded vigorously. The more she tried to deny it was happening to her, the more excited she became.
He hiked up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She screamed. The pain of his tearing off her panties made her waist throb. The thin elastic band had cut into her tender flesh. And the pressure against her pussy-mound felt like a blow to her belly.
The pain she felt was as much emotional as it was physical. She was responding to his brutal overtures, and she hated herself for it. The more the woman tried to deny that she was getting hot, the worse it was. The itch deep in her pussy gnawed away at her self-control. She wanted something long and hard and thick stuffed deep into her cunt.
His prick would do nicely.
But it would have to be on her terms. All through her adult life she had been the one who called the shots. She was the dominant one in the office. She wasn't going to allow Paul to control her. Sandy fought harder and knew instantly that it was futile. He was simply too strong.
"You cocksucker! Let me go! What are you doing?"
She felt his hands caress the firm flesh of her buttocks. He stroked her cool, rounded mounds of ass-flesh and then dipped down into the humid crease. His fingers wiggled against the thick slabs of her ass and then plunged deeper, lightly brushing across her anus. The slightest touch sent lightning bolts of desire ripping into her.
"No! Don't do this!"
She felt her breath coming faster as she lay across his knees. The man's prick poked up into her chest, but she was more concerned with her own responses. Her tits dangled down on the other side of his legs and seemed to fill with more and more blood. The excited pumping of her heart wouldn't slow down. She was roused by his fondling of her perky ass. His fingers probed all the right spots and got her even hotter to fuck.
"You have to be punished," he said in a cold, harsh tone. Then he began spanking her with the open palm of his hand.
She shrieked – more in humiliation than in pain. She struggled again to get free and again found his grip on her half-naked body too secure to break. His rain of blows fell on her naked ass and began to warm her flesh. The criss-cross pattern left by his fingers soon disappeared as he spanked her harder and faster. Soon, the red pattern vanished as her entire ass turned a rosy pink from the spanking.
The effect it was having on her pussy startled the woman. She could hardly control her rampaging passions. She didn't know why she should get so turned on by spanking, but she was. She felt her pussy tingle and twitch deep inside. Her cunt beginning to convulse as if in expectation of a hard, virile prick fucking it.
She sobbed and simply went limp. His upper legs cut into her body and the spanking he gave her was even more potent as a result. She wasn't cushioning his blows anymore with her tensed body. Her ass received the full benefit of the spanking.
"There, that's more like it," he said. "You should be punished for trying to escape!"
She tried again. Rolling away, she fell heavily to the ground. Rut, it was still futile. He was on her in a flash. He straddled her and pinned her down with his body weight.
"You dumb cunt! This time I'm really going to spank you!"
She screamed as his belt cut into her tender ass. He used his broad leather belt on her as if it were a whip. She cried and then moaned – whether from pain or joy she couldn't tell. She was confused.
The beating, by a man stronger and more dominant than she was, robbed her of her will to resist. She didn't want to fight him off. Not as much as she did before. He was in command. Something inside told her to give up and let him have his way.
Still, the pain tormented her. The broad leather strap rose and fell with loud smacks. Her ass began to blister. The welts on her bottom were painful to the touch and still he continued to whip her.
"No, no more, please," she whined. "I can't take it any more. Stop, stop! I'll do anything you want!"
"No, that's not good enough. I'll do what I please with you. You haven't shown me you're willing to cooperate." But, finally he stopped whipping her ass with his belt.
Panting harshly, he looked down at her prone body. The woman's ass glowed bright red from the whipping he'd given it. More important, he knew she was getting off on it. He could see the tiny river of her cunt-juice running down the inside of her leg and dribbling into the dust. A tiny puddle was beginning to form. He'd never seen anything like it in all his life.
She tried to get up onto her hands and knees. In a flash, he had his belt looped around her hands and bound them tightly behind her back. With a foot on the back of her knees, he kept her ass up in the air and forced her face down into the dust. With her hands fled behind her, she was totally helpless and at his mercy.
He wasn't feeling too merciful at the moment.
"I'm going to fuck that well-spanked ass of yours. Ever had a man fuck you up the tail-pipe before?"
She sputtered something into the dirt. He couldn't understand what she said and it didn't matter at all to him. He was horny and the exercise he'd gotten spanking her had warmed him up.
He dropped down behind the woman and spread her legs farther apart. She tried to stop him, but found herself in such an awkward position that she could do nothing. When his long, thick cock prodded between the halves of her ass-cheeks, she began to cry. She couldn't understand what had happened to her. She hated him for tying her up, for spanking her like a little child, for degrading her like this. And yet she was excited. Sandy couldn't remember when she had been more sexually aroused in her entire life. It was too confusing for her to figure out.
Trying to get her head turned and her face out of the dust, she moved slightly to one side. She felt the thick head of his prick prod deep into the humid canyon between her ass-cheeks. Then he found her tightly-held anus. She began to cry, her tears forming mud on her cheeks. She didn't want him banging her up the asshole. That was so humiliating!
"Get ready for it, kid, because here it comes!" the man shouted. She felt his hands grip her waist and pull her body toward him. The head of his prick drove directly into her asshole. She tried to scream in pain, but dried dirt clogged her mouth. The huge prick raping her ass made her totally aware of her entire body.
Every nerve sang its own sang of desire. She wanted his prick – but she wanted it fucking her cunt, not her ass. This was ripping her apart. She couldn't take a man as thick as a firehose up her ass. And yet Paul seemed intent on fucking her tat way. His prick couldn't get into her asshole as long as she kept herself all tensed up.
"You can't stop me," he told her. "Do I have to spank you some more?"
He drew his hands over the curves of her ass. She shuddered. It felt so good, his long, cool fingers stroking her aroused, tortured ass-flesh. She relaxed a little and this was all he needed.
He drove relentlessly into her asshole. She briefly fainted from the sudden pain. When she came to her senses again, he poled in and out of her asshole with easy, smooth strokes.
"Stop it, please, ummmmm, ohhhh!" she moaned. She couldn't tell if her asshole liked this or hated it. Her cunt was drooling and her belly quivered in response to her pussy. She had never been so confused in her life. She hated the pain he'd given her; she loved the warmth and security of having a cock buried inside her body.
Her rectum quivered and tensed around his hidden prick. The tight membrane outlined his prick perfectly and she could feel the slightest movement in her bowels. His prick stroked in and out with the precision of some mechanical device. He might have been a steel piston ass-fucking her. She tried to hold down the rampaging desire she felt for this perverted, lewd butt-fucking.
She couldn't.
She loved the sensations inhabiting her body. She felt her tits swell. The blood pumping out of her heart made her tits throb and pulse wildly.
"You love it, don't you?" he said. "You love every freaky second of this butt-fucking. Admit it! Tell me you like it!"
"I… I love it!" she gasped. Every forward stroke he used drove her face down into the dirt even more. With her hands so securely bound behind her back, she couldn't possibly brace herself against his powerful fucking. The more she tried to inch forward and get away, the harder he pulled her ass towards his cock.
She felt his rough denim trousers rubbing against her naked ass. She sucked in her breath and held it as his prick shot all the way up into her rectum.
"Shit, you're getting tighter," he grunted. "Tightest hole I ever plugged!" He fucked harder, faster, and with greater determination. She shuddered under every stroke. She couldn't stand the feelings racing up and down her spine. Her pussy frothed over with her cunt-juices. She was at if to brink of orgasm.
"You love getting your ass fucked, don't you?" he asked. But the way he said it told her he didn't want a reply. He was talking to hear the sound of his own voice. He was as lost in lust as she was.
Sandy tried to shake him off, but she couldn't escape his hard fucking prick, no matter which way she turned. The more she struggled, the more he fucked her. It was as if he could read her mind and anticipate her every movement. When the friction of his cock against her rectum had reached the point where she could no longer bear it, she shrieked and came.
It wasn't the hardest come she'd ever had, but it shook her to the core of her being. The orgasm smashed into her brain. All she knew was desire. Her cunt burned with its need for a prick in it. Her asshole had all the prick – and more – that it could stand. The friction from his butt-fucking echoed throughout her belly and set her on fire again.
She tried to get her hands free, but they were tightly fastened by the man's belt. She finally released herself to her desires. She began thrusting her ass back to meet every incoming stroke.
The woman felt sure he would rip her apart. It no longer mattered to her. All she cared about was the warm rush of climax throughout her body. It hit her again – a hot, wet fist of desire that seized her completely.
Shivering, shaking as if she were having a fit, she finally collapsed forward and away from his cock. His prick slipped from her asshole.
Lying face down in the dust, her face caked with drying mud, she turned and looked through the back veil of her hair. Paul stood over her, towering up to his full six-foot height.
Never had she hated a man more than in that instant. He had sparked desires inside her that she had spent a lifetime denying. No man could do that and get by with it!