Dianne walked the last few yards toward the house where her sister and Paul Giddings lived. It had been months since she had visited the place, she had been so busy. She noticed the "For Rent" sign in the front yard. Well, he hadn't wasted any time. He had taken Bobbi at her word.
To tell the truth, she was a little apprehensive about her plan. There was the chance it wouldn't work. It wasn't foolproof. But she believed she had it worked out into a story that could be used to bully the landlord. She disliked him a bit even though she barely knew any more about him than what Bobbi had told her. She felt protective toward her little sister, and she wanted to let him know that he couldn't just mess around with her like he had. She wanted to make him pay for his mistake.
It was a moment or so after she rang the doorbell until she heard steps in the hall. The door opened, and she could barely conceal her surprise. She remembered that he was good-looking, but not this good-looking.
"You must be Dianne Richards, right? I remember seeing you when Bobbi moved in."
"I – yes. Right. And you, uh, you're Paul Giddings."
Damn! She had meant to appear self-confident, and here she had stumbled on her first words. But she hadn't expected him to look like he did. She had forgotten just how attractive he was.
She stepped up over the threshold as he held the door for her. She went into the open door to her right. He followed, his hand indicating that she should sit on the couch by the wall.
"Please sit down and make yourself at home. Care for something to drink?"
"Please. Whiskey, if you have it, and water."
He nodded and went over to the counter which divided the kitchen from the living room. His movements were graceful and sure, like an athlete's. His black hair was beautifully wavy in back, and she saw the muscles rippling in his forearms as he mixed their drinks. Altogether he presented a very pleasing, sexy sight to her, and she felt her heartbeat speed up. He didn't look at all his age. Maybe he seemed old to Bobbi, but not to her.
He walked over, holding her drink out to her. She found that her hand was a little unsteady when she took it. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice and just sat down next to her. With one arm resting along the back of the couch, he turned to her.
Dianne decided that she had to push these foolish thoughts out of her mind and get down to business. She was acting like a frightened schoolgirl! She had to take the initiative and put him on the defensive as soon as she could.
"Mr. Giddings, I…"
"You might as well call me Paul."
"All right." She had wanted to keep things as formal as possible, but things were not developing that way. "I came over, and I called yesterday, because Bobbi is very upset about you. I should tell you that she's thinking of taking legal action against you. I've heard my sister's story, and now I'd like to hear yours."
The words sounded pompous as she said them, but she hoped they'd do the trick. Maybe she could trip him up if his version was different from Bobbi's. She could hardly keep her eyes away from the bulge in his pants. He was as well-equipped as he was handsome, she could see that.
Paul was having a little trouble of his own. His glance slid over Dianne's body. She looked so much like her sister! The resemblance was amazing. The same facial features, the same big tits, the same everything, only Dianne was like a lighter version of the same girl. And she looked more mature, more experienced than Bobbi. The thought of the young girl made his crotch tingle, and he felt his cock expand.
"Well, I'll tell you exactly what happened. I don't mind saying that I was a little loaded at the time. I asked her to come in and told her I wanted to speak to her privately. I gave her a receipt for her rent. Then I asked her if she would go to the mountains with me. She said no. Bobbi, as I'm sure you realize, has the sort of body that men would kill for. Women would kill to get one like it, if they could. Well, I'm not any different from anybody else."
He paused and took a sip of his drink. "Bobbi is not a stupid girl. She knew that I wanted. I let her know that I would help her, uh, with the rent if she would go with me. She was a little, uh, shocked. I thought that maybe she needed a little more direct convincing, so I kissed her. I wanted to do more than just kiss her. And by the way, my offer still stands."
One part of Dianne's mind was a turmoil of confusion. She had hoped to use his own words against him. She had expected him to at least hedge and distort his version, but here he was brazenly and openly admitting what he had done, and saying that he would like to finish what he had started! Dianne did not quite know how to deal with his unexpected forwardness.
The rest of her mind was silently directing itself to Bobbi. Sis, she thought, you were a fool! How stupid can you get? This gorgeous guy wants you, and you turn him down!
She could almost feel his eyes burning into her as they raked over her body. She crossed her legs defensively. Paul liked the way her skirt hiked up, exposing her knees and a little bit of her thighs. He longed to run his hands over them. All this talk brought back the memory of yesterday in sharp detail, and it was combining with Dianne's presence to give him a massive cockstand that was almost uncomfortable.
"That's about the same thing Bobbi told me," Dianne said. "I'm afraid she is still upset enough to want to press charges. And it certainly sounds like assault to me. You tried to force her to to have sexual relations with you. We…"
Paul interrupted her with a laugh. "That's ridiculous. I couldn't be convicted of anything for stealing a kiss."
"Stealing a kiss is not the same as attempted rape."
"That wasn't attempted rape. Her boyfriend was waiting for her in the car. I made an offer to Bobbi. Whether she accepts it or not is entirely up to her." He was getting annoyed, and it showed in the tone of his voice.
"Look, we're ready to drop everything here and now. But you should also do something to make up for your – what you did. Bobbi doesn't have much money, as you know, and we thought that if she could live here rent-free for a while it would be adequate compensation." The words came blurting out of her mouth, and they did not sound as she wanted them to.
"What's this? So you've got some stupid idea of blackmailing me?" Paul was not sure what made him angrier – the idea that this woman would try something like this, or the clumsy ineptness of her attempt.
"Look, I didn't force your sister to do anything but kiss me. I didn't kick her out – she told me that she'd be leaving. She didn't have to do that."
"You can't get away with forcing women to do what you want these days. They won't put up with it any more."
Now she was doing a women's lib number! "I've learned over the years that no woman gets forced to do anything she doesn't want to do with a man. If she wants it, she'll do it anyway. If not, she won't."
"Wrong," Dianne said. "People can be made to do things. But I certainly wouldn't ever let you make me do anything."
"That sounds almost like a challenge," Paul said as he put his glass down on the coffee table before him. "Well…"
With no warning, his left arm shot out toward Dianne. The meaty hand clamped itself round the back of her neck and the fingers dug cruelly into her flesh, making her gasp.
Maybe I can't have Bobbi, Paul thought, but I can have her sister!
Dianne had no time in which to react. Paul's lightning-quick hand had taken her completely by surprise. Her fingers released the drink she had been holding and the glass fell to the floor. She tried to twist away from his hand, which was grasping her neck, but she couldn't. She let out the first part of what she intended to be an ear-piercing scream, but the pressure on her neck increased so that tears came to her screwed-shut eyes. The scream lessened to a moan, and she struggled to breathe.
"No loud noises, now," he said. "You just be a quiet girl." His grip loosened but remained firm.
"You Goddamned shithead! You fucking pig! I'll have you…oowww!"
"No ugly talk, either. I don't like swearing in my house. Now you're going to do just what I want you to do. I'm going to give you a first-hand lesson in force. Afterwards I think you'll change your mind and agree with me."
Rebellion flared in her eyes. His hand had let up again, but her neck felt paralyzed.
"Now take off that blouse. I want to see if your tits are everything that you advertise them to be. Come on, hurry up."
"No, no, you son of a bitch! I'll never…" His fingers tightened until hot red waves of pain flashed behind her eyelids.
"All right! Please stop!" she gasped. "I'll do what you say!"
He was smiling at her. He had won for the moment, but she knew she would get her revenge. His face was close to hers, but she could not meet his steady gaze. He made her feel more naked than she had ever felt. Many men had seen her with no clothes on, but she felt strangely shy and uncomfortable about removing her blouse. Her trembling fingers undid the buttons one by one.
When that was finished, she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and put her arms behind her to get it off.
Her movement made her tits jut upward enticingly. Paul licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
Now she reached behind her to her bra and unsnapped the hooks. The front of her body was hidden from his view for a moment as she shed the bra. Then her arms moved away, and he saw the full glory of her breasts exposed to him. They were even larger than he thought they would be, and they jiggled with every slight movement that the woman made. And they were perfect – not a mark or a blemish anywhere.
"I guess I can't get you for false advertising," he said. "But I like to see hard nipples. Make them stand up."
This bastard has really flipped, she thought. But he has me where he wants me, and there's nothing I can do. Obediently her hands went to her tits and she took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. They responded slowly, but gradually the pulpy little masses stiffened and stood up. In spite of her fear and her revulsion, she felt tingles shooting all through her breasts.
"That's right. That's real nice. Now take your hands away." He considered her titties for a moment. The nipples were good and hard now and projected outward.
"You're being real cooperative. That's good. Now I'm going to see if your mouth is as talented as I think it is." His right hand went to his zipper and pulled it down. He unsnapped his pants. His rigid cock popped out to attention and pulsed eagerly.
Fear welled up in her again. His prick had to be the largest she had ever seen! It must be at least nine inches long! And it was thick, too! Its size terrified her as she looked at the purplish glans.
"I can't! No, it won't fit, it's too big! I could never get it in my mouth!"
"I think you can. Remember who's in charge here, baby. Just get your lips around it."
He was forcing her head down toward his cock. She resisted his pull, but he was much stronger.
"Now be nice, honey. I know you have sharp teeth, but you'd better not try to use them on me." He tightened his grip painfully on her neck momentarily, then loosened it. "I could arrange it so you'd never move your head again. I know you wouldn't like wearing a neck brace for the rest of your life. Now lick it."
He was right, she knew. There was no use resisting. The best she could do was comply with his desires. She realized that she had only felt a small portion of the strength in his powerful arms. It would be best if she got this thing over with as soon as she could.
He did not need to push her now. Compliantly she bent over, him, one hand circling around the thick base of his cock. She ran her fingers along its length, tracing the delicate purple-black veins that stood out and pulsed along its surface. She flicked out her tongue and began to slowly lick away the salty emission that had formed around the slit. The taste was not unpleasant. She licked all around the mushroom-shaped cap of his cock, and she heard him groan with the intense pleasure her soft tonguing was giving him.
"Now," he said in a rasping whisper, "take my cock in your throat. All the way."
She started to raise her head to protest that it was impossible, that she could not take much more than half of his prong in her mouth, but he pushed her back down on him and her complaints were muffled. She encircled her lips just where the head of his tool ended and slowly worked her way downward over the stiff shaft until the tip bumped against the roof of her mouth. She sucked lightly, then pulled her head up quickly to begin another stroke.
He sucked in air between his teeth. The pleasure he felt was sharp, almost painful. He felt her tongue begin to lick the side of his prick as her head sank down on him again. He enjoyed making her do just as he told her. She wasn't Bobbi, but pretty close, and he had her right where he wanted her.
His fingers were no longer digging into her neck; his hand only rested lightly there. Knowing that she would continue her mouth play without any further urging from him, he withdrew his left hand from her neck and found the elastic band of her skirt. While his other hand grasped and fondled her titty, he used his left to pull down the skirt until it fell down to her knees. He pulled aside the thin material at the crotch and rubbed his finger along her hairy cleft. He found her love button and toyed with it, but for his own enjoyment, not for hers. Then he dipped his middle finger into her cunt and withdrew it. He spread the wetness on his finger all along her crease and began to roughly tease her clitoris.
In spite of herself, she pressed her loins back against his finger, trying to come in contact with as much of his teasing finger as she could. His cock almost slipped from her mouth.
"Easy there," he said. "So you like that, do you? We'll get to it later. Now suck me, suck my whole prick."
She was disappointed when his hand left her pussy. She hated to admit it to herself, but it had felt good! Her neck was still sore, and she felt his hand touch it and force her down even further on his engorged shaft. She knew that this nightmare would end as soon as he came. She had to make him come. A little more licking would do it.
But even as she tried to lift her head to revolve her tongue around his swollen glans, she felt him pushing her down.
"Take it all now, baby. I want to feel my cock in your throat."
She almost gagged at the insistent pressure on her tonsils. She had sucked guys oft but she had never deep-throated anybody before. Well, she would have to now. She held her breath and just managed to keep from retching as the thick head slid into the tight passage.
She was doing it! She did not really like the tickling feeling in her throat, but she was excited as her nose brushed into his dense pubic hair. There!
The whole incredible length of his cock was in her mouth and throat!
He groaned. He was totally encased in her mouth, and her lips were touching his pubic bone. The swirling pressure in his balls and building up, and his cock was threatening to shoot a big, creamy load into her. He ached desperately to let go, but he did not want to come yet. He wasn't finished with her.
So when she came up for air he let his cock slide completely out of her warm mouth. He pushed the coffee table out of the way with his foot and stood up, kicking his pants off as he did so. Then he grabbed her around the middle and easily lifted her off the couch. She struggled weakly in his arms, most of the fight gone out of her.
"What are you doing? Put me down!"
He did put her down. The top part of her body was over the couch, her knees on the floor. Her ass stuck up in the air invitingly. She made a half-hearted attempt to get up, but he pushed her roughly back down into the cushions. He kept his hand on her back as he knelt down behind her.
The skirt had fallen off when he picked her up, but the panties remained. He roughly pulled them down to her knees as she whimpered, her head tossing from side to side slowly.
While he was letting his balls recover from the exquisite mouth work his cock had just received, he admired the pouting pussy-lips that were exposed before him. He thrust his upright finger into her cunt, paying closer attention to the feel of her cuntal sheath.
"Oh… no… no… please don't." But as the finger teased its way in and out, she felt warm pangs flow through her. It was horrible, but she was turning on!
"Oh… ahhhh… no… please… ahhhh, yes please don't." Her hips gyrated slowly in counterpoint to his motions.
"You forget. But in this case I'm going to listen to you."
His hand left her. She felt nothing for a moment. Then his hand was on her buttock, pushing it to one side. He was worming one finger into her tight anus. She tensed against the unwelcome intrusion, but he forced his way past the muscular ring. He pushed all the way into the constricted canal, then pulled his finger out quickly and suddenly.
She was petrified. She let herself be ass-fucked occasionally, mainly to please Dave. But he was always careful and slow. She didn't like for him to go in very deep. But this enormous cock was something else again.
"God, no… not that! Please don't do that to me!"
He laughed. "You forgot again. I do what I want, remember?" As he said this, he knelt behind her so that the end of his cock was poised just in front of the entrance to her asshole. Knowing that some lubrication could not hurt his project, he dipped his hand into her juicy honeypot and spread the liquid onto his cock. He pushed the point against her brown, puckered asshole as he spread her trembling buttocks apart. He wanted to see his cock slide into her ass.
Once again, she knew that there was no escaping what he had in store for her. Then his thick tool pushed against her tense anus. It hurt a little. He pressed much harder, and it hurt a lot! As the head of his brutal cock went past the resisting sphincter, she screamed into the cushions.
But the sharp pain only lasted a second. Then he was in her, his cock pushing relentlessly deeper and deeper into her bowels. The unpleasantness passed, and she realized that he had pushed her over the threshold of pain and into the area of obscenely dirty pleasure. She felt stuffed and filled, and the burning rod that was embedded in her asshole made her jerk and thrill as he drove slowly into her.
She wanted to open herself wider for him, but her panties were still around her thighs above her knees, and prevented her from opening her legs. He was resting some of his weight on her back as he pushed. She felt utterly powerless, and was able only to surrender herself to the rushes of hot sensation that ripped their way through her.
"Ohhhh… it feels good, so good… yes… more." Her words excited him almost as much as the sight of his stiff pole disappearing into her little asshole. But he did not speed up. Abruptly, he felt her push against him as if she were trying to impale herself on his cock. He realized that his pubic hair was rubbing against her ass. Again, he was in her to the hilt. Her body was covered with perspiration. He gleefully raised himself slightly, delighting in the feel of his cock slipping in and out as her hips gyrated wildly. She was really steamed up!
She had never felt like such an animal. Coarse groans left her mouth with each movement she made. She was sucked into a whirlpool of raging sensual delight unlike anything she had ever known. Nobody had ever fucked her like this before! Her rage was gone, and she only wanted more cock, more of that plowing prick in her!
"God! Oh shit! Fuck my cunt!"
She inflamed him. He reluctantly withdrew from the warm channel, feeling her anus nip and pull at his cock as it popped out. He felt feverish, as if he were on fire. His loins churned with raging need.
"You see what I meant? I didn't make you do anything. You're hot now, and you want my cock in you just as much as I want to put it there."
She reached behind her and put her hand firmly around his big staff. With a little animal-like growl, she put the tip of it inside her pussy lips and pushed backward against him. The slick shaft penetrated her.
"Now fuck me, hard!"
He felt out of control. His cock was bursting. He plunged right into her. His swollen balls slapped against her thighs. He did not hold back now – he wanted nothing more than to pump her full of his boiling cum.
A great shudder went through her body, then she was motionless. Her thighs clenched, her arms pressed against her ribs. She seemed to draw in upon herself for a second. Then she exploded into a frenzy of cries, her writhing body thrashing on the cock that pinioned her.
He almost went through the roof as her pussy contracted and milked his cock. Then he came, his engorged cock spewing great gushes of white-hot cum over her cuntal walls. He shot into her again and again. Finally he collapsed in a sweaty heap of fulfilled pleasure, hearing only her sounds of satisfaction.
Dave Richards loosened his necktie. The heat made him feel irritable and edgy.
Shit, he thought, this is ridiculous. It's stupid to wear business clothes like these in weather like this. Just plain stupid. The ways people torture themselves to keep up respectable appearances. Bullshit.
He leaned back in the seat of the taxi, trying to relax, wiping beads of moisture from his forehead. Well, it had been another trip. More money than he had ever made on one deal before, a nice commission. Why, on that thing alone he would make more money than he used to in a year when he worked strictly in town. It took, months, sometimes years to set up that sort of deal, but when they paid off, they paid off big. And he had traded his company into some land which would be very valuable property in another five or ten years when Phoenix expanded out to it. All in all, he was pretty happy with himself.
"Here y'are," the driver said as he pulled to a stop in front of Dave's house. "That'll be eight and a quarter."
Dave sighed, but he was resigned to the usual fare from the airport to the other side of town where he lived. Expense-account stuff, but it still mildly annoyed him. It would have been better to have called Dianne to come pick him up, but she didn't expect him until tomorrow. Besides, he wanted to surprise her in a special way.