"I'm sorry, Sam," she sobbed desperately, "please let me go."
"Don't forget it's my turn now! King had his chance," he snickered, "now it's mine!"
"Oh please Sam, I couldn't take any more…"
Sam's only answer was to wrench her dress higher still, and run his hands down the quivering curve of her hips. She trembled under his rough touch and tried to cringe against the cold cement of the wall, her soft ovoid buttocks squashing against the hard surface. Terrified, she heard the whirr of his zipper and then she heard Sam grunt.
"Look at what I've got for you, bitch!" he spat, and involuntarily, Sandra's eyes dropped. In the semi-darkness she could just make out the herculean erection of his bulging prick, and she couldn't suppress a gasp.
"Like it, eh?" he snarled, pressing closer, and then, Sandra felt the slightly moistened head rub against her thigh, hard and rubbery and relentless. Oh God, help me… she sobbed inwardly, shrinking helplessly against the wall.
She felt his hot breath coating her face and then his knee was forcing itself between her clamped-together thighs, prying them apart. She tried to hold them together, but couldn't. She moaned aloud as she felt the hard rubbery head of his bulbous cock jut against her quivering vaginal flesh, still moist and tingling from her so recent ecstatic release. Lewdly, he teased the tip around the fleshy, blood-swollen outer lips, nudging her tender membrane unbearably, parting the softly curling pubic hair and guiding the monstrous erection inexorably towards the small, trembling opening to her quaking body.
Sam held his aching prick poised against her sensitive little cuntal hole, his eyes bulging at the sight of the frightened, shaking woman in his power. He loved the feeling of mastery which he had, the knowledge that he held in his hand the instrument which would he was sure, subjugate her completely to his will. He couldn't believe it was really happening at last, that his proud mistress was forced to bend to his wish. Now, he'd pay her back for her nose-in-the-air attitude, show her that he was a man, after all, and not just an automaton working on the farm. Yes, he'd show her… and with a brutal snarl, he lurched forward.
"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhh… Oh stop it, please stop it, it hurts, it hurtttsss…"
Sandra's hips thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the huge, hardened rod of driving male flesh which had succeeded in penetrating her, the hard lipped head lodged just up inside the softness of her vaginal passage. The pain of his sudden, splitting entrance blinded her, and her buttocks were sore and raw from being forced back against the wall. Desperate, she grasped the stocky shoulders of the hired hand and tried to force him back, to give her some release from the shattering pain, but it was no use. He didn't move, just surged forward again.
"Uggghhhnnnnnnnnn…" Sandra sobbed again under the force of another thick inch being sunk up inside her tortured cunt. Sam was beside himself with self-congratulation as he listened to the half impaled wife of his boss' desperately pleading cries, and encouraged by her pain, continued to press forward into the tender, widely stretching walls of her naked pussy.
"Noooooooo…" Sandra wailed again as with a bestial lunge, he succeeded in sinking every widely-expanded inch of his pounding prick in her wetly clasping glove-like interior.
He left his mammoth cock imbedded there for a moment, the rubbery head tipping against the soft yielding membrane of her cervix, and then began to withdraw it, looking gleefully at the tendrils of soft pink skin and moistened pubic hairs which clung to the hardened pole. Then he viciously rammed forward again, impaling the suffering woman as completely as before, feeling the contracting interior of her vaginal wall throb softly around his palpitating prick.
He began to fuck in and out of her, trying to establish a rhythm, each forward thrust lifting the horrified girl completely off her feet, crushing her tender ass-cheeks mercilessly against the rough wall, his balls slapping like a wet towel against her moistened inner thighs.
Sandra felt mortified beyond imagination. Never had she felt so debased in her whole life, not even when her husband had assaulted her anally. Yet, she was fully aware that she had willingly come here, and had submitted to his fingering, being aroused to the point where she no longer had the will to fight when the dog had started licking her. She had actually reached release from the animal's frantic licking! And now, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, liked some two-bit whore, stood up against the wall, her dress bunched lewdly around her hips, while this lowly farm hand, her husband's employee, was pumping like a jack hammer into her helplessly exposed vagina. God, she couldn't bear it!
"Hump back, baby. Put some life into that hot little pussy…" Sam panted as he swung his pelvis rhythmically, crashing into her like some giant pendulum, "move that pussy of yours, you little bitch…"
Sandra was revulsed by his crude words. Her body seemed to have become immune to his coarse assault, and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was lost, lost! Mike didn't care what happened to her, and now Sam, their own employee, was using her as a receptacle for his own debased desire.
As the impassioned workman continued to pound into her, Sandra again began to feel the stirrings of change deep within her. At first, she couldn't believe it was happening, but then, after a while, it was undeniable. Needlepoints of lewdly kindled pleasure were beginning to pinch her, sending little ripples of delight coursing through her. She was beginning to enjoy it! Her rational mind was aghast at the lewd rebellion in her body, and she tried to quell it, but it was no use. Her body was reacting in an age-old way, over which she had no control. She was a woman, and her womanly flesh was responding to a man's lustfully driving cock inside her, the way it had from the beginning of time. Her body and consequently her reactions were out of her control!
She began to mewl with pleasure through tightly clenched teeth, unwilling to let her adversary know of his victory, but he had already sensed her submission and was jubilant. Her body was more yielding, fighting less and less against his intrusion, until finally it was swaying in pagan rhythm with his own fucking, her hips grinding forward to welcome his massive shaft deeply up inside her belly, her softly quivering buttocks pressing hard back against the wall, to draw out the pleasure of his slow, teasing withdrawals. Oh Christ, he thought dazedly, this is better than I thought it would be… the bitch really knows how to fuck…
Sandra was moaning now with the intensity of her desire. Every particle of her body was crying out for satiation, and her pores seemed to open in welcome to the force of Sam's feverish screwing. Every nerve ending was trembling with passion, and the ache in her loins grew with each long, clean stroke of the hired hand's gigantic prick. She felt aroused as she never had before. Mike had never been able to awake her to this degree, and she had thought that she must forever forget true sexual arousal as she felt sure it would be. But this crude, rough and ready farm worker, by the very lewdness of his actions, had unlocked the key to her responses, and was illiciting unknown reactions in her. She was desperate for release, yet she hoped the wonderful sensations inside her would never cease.
"Mmmmmmmm… Sam, oh it's so nice, sooo nice…" she gasped, her hands shooting down and clasping his hips, pulling him closer to her. She felt she couldn't have enough of him, and her pussy was sucking desperately at his cock in an attempt to engulf more and more of his delicious penis up inside it.
Sam was perspiring, his short frame hot and cold in turn as he fucked wildly into the hungrily squirming woman. He knew that he couldn't hold out any longer, and he wanted to, because this was definitely the best fuck of his life. He wanted to make it last but…