"I know you want it… your body wants… SAY IT!" he commanded harshly.
"I-I can't…" she whimpered again, clenching her eyes tightly closed again.
"Say it, or I'll leave you… NOW!" he teased her cruelly. "Say it! Say 'fuck me!' "Noooooo!" she whimpered, and he began to pull his hips and his thick throbbing cock away from between her legs. His hands still held her shoulders firmly, but his loins were no longer touching hers.
She opened her eyes slightly to see what he was doing and he could tell that she was tortured almost beyond all caring now.
"Look at what you're missing," he commanded. "Look at it!"
Her eyes stared at his gigantic, jerking prick and she licked her lips and took a deep breath. Her body ached with need and she tried to raise her hips up so that they touched his once again, but he only moved further and further away from her.
Her mind spiralled out of control. Her brain was screaming, "Please… do it to me… fuck me!"… but the words stuck in her throat. She couldn't believe that he could be so cruel, after all hadn't he plied her with liquor and brought her to his room to make love to her? Why wouldn't he do it, he had beaten her, why must he torture her so?
"Beg me. doll," he grinned, his lips curling back over hips teeth, "I know you want it!"
"Please… please…" she gushed. "Don't make me say it! Don't make me say it!"
"Please what?" he teased through grinning lips. "I want to hear it loud and clear!' "Please… please… fuck,- me… FUCK ME!" she stammered, her voice almost a shout as the final words came tumbling helplessly from her throat.
"That's a good girl," he chuckled, lowering,his hips back into position, slowly, temptingly, cruelly, until she could feel his thick bulbous head separate the pink hair lined lips of her vagina.
He felt the wet warmth of her opening which led to her vaginal channel, and moving his knees a little nearer her open thighs, he jabbed thickly into her.
She screamed, "OH… no… NO!"
He was filling her with his bludgeon, forcing it in her to the hilt without mercy.
She was reacting like a young victim, as if the world would come to an end if he penetrated her and this only excited him more, so that he redoubled his furious drubbing, thrusting longer and deeper into her at the thought.
Her passage was tight and the walls of her vagina clung to his thick cock as though they would never release it. He knew that he had to be hurting her, but he had never expected anything like this, and it was that she had never had much experience in love-making.
She whimpered and groaned softly, trying to ease the pressure of his cruel, painful thrusts.
"You're killing me!" she gasped… "Don't do it to me so hard! It hurts!"
But… her pleas were useless, echoing in his temples along with the pulsing of his aching penis. He drove in and in with slow, brutal strokes, powerful and grinding her passage was stretched wider and wider. Her mouth opened in horror and she drew painful, deep breaths until his mouth closed over hers, sucking her lips and forcing his tongue deep into the back of her throat. She was lost, helpless, as he battered into her, coupling them with savage, animalistic thrusts.
His hands dug into her shoulders and she tried to scream, but he crushed his mouth over hers once again, stifling her groan. He felt his great, thick, conquering staff expanding, inflaming all his pent up emotions swirling in his loins. She struggled against him, feeling his huge prick grow even thicker, filling every inch of her, penetrating her very soul.
She gasped and choked as she felt the first hot spurt of his sperm shoot into her passage. She lifted her hips and her legs flailed wildly on either side of him as she, too, began her own convulsions.
"Oooohhhh," she screamed, "Now… now… I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cummmming!"
The walls of her vagina were contracting and relaxing as he held his jerking prick. deep inside her and filled the deep secret depths of her belly with every drop of his hot scalding sperm.
He pushed and pushed, dragging the last ounce of his great flood from his body before he fell, totally exhausted on top of her. He could feel her legs trembling with the relief of her satisfaction, and her breasts were still heaving heavily up and down as she gasped for breath contentedly.
She groaned as he pulled away from her, letting his limp penis slide out of her. She lay with her legs spread wide apart, too weak and tired to even close them. He sat on the bed beside her sprawled figure and ran his hands over her voluptuous curves, tracing every crevice and inch of flesh like a blind man.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned softly, "mmmmm…"
He had raped her, but she had cum! Her body was completely satisfied, sated in a way that she didn't think was possible and she opened her eyes for a moment and looked at Tony Wiles caressing her aching body.
"You're quite a woman, Gillian," he said, grinning down at her.
She tried to convince herself that she was angry and she snarled,
"Animal!" but she knew that it wasn't strong enough.
"You loved it, so don't play games with me, or I'll do it again until you admit you liked it!" he growled sadistically.
"Oh no," she groaned, "I can't… I feel like I'm going to die."
She closed her eyes and half dozed for a moment, then fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
Gillian woke up early the next morning and looked around the strange room, then at the man in bed next to her.
"Oh, no," she groaned when she realized that she had spent the entire night there with him. Her head throbbed from all the liquor she had imbibed, but everything seemed so much worse, actually more realistic in the cold morning light and she felt sick to her stomach.
She eased herself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom and tried to straighten her hair, wash her face and leave the hotel before he heard her. She wasn't even sure where she was, except it was somewhere in Piccadilly.
She couldn't imagine what she would tell Jessica. or even whether she could face going into the office again. She needed the job so desperately that she hated to give it up after just a few days.
She tried to remember exactly what had happened the night before and she blushed as though everyone could read her thoughts. He had made her feel so complete, feel as her husband had never made her feel, yet the whole thing was so sordid, so useless.
Tony Wiles was a married man and her boss, so even if she had any desires to continue seeing him, all it could be was a secret, clandestine type of affair like Jessica and Andrew, the mere idea of which she loathed.
She shouldn't even think about seeing him again, but he had awakened something in her that she hadn't thought possible and she was convinced that she wasn't frigid!
Her whole body tingled as she remembered what he had done to her and she shivered half with anticipation of making love again and half from embarrassment of how she had let herself go so completely.
As she slowly and quietly walked toward the door, Tony Wiles opened his eyes and said, "Where're you going?"
She had hoped that he wouldn't catch her, but it was too late now. She really didn't know what to answer.
"I'm going back to my hotel to change, then go to work, it isn't Saturday, you know."
"Oh," he said sarcastically, "I wouldn't have known," then he laughed.
"I guess I'll have to replace that dress for you sorry I ripped it, but you weren't exactly co-operative at first."
She just looked at him, studying his rugged face – not quite sure what she should say, then turned and closed the door behind her. She asked the leering doorman to get her a taxi and in a few minutes she was on her way on her hotel.
Jessica was getting dressed when she walked in, blushing and terribly embarrassed.
"Well, little innocent girl go bad last night?" Jessica laughed. "Who was the lucky man?"