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.