Still, the pain he gave tormented her. The broad leather belt rose, and fell with a loud smack. Her ass began to blister from the impact. The welts on her butt were painful to the touch – and still Dwight Bryon continued to whip her.
"No, no more, please!" she whined. "I can't take 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 really willing to cooperate." But Dwight did stop whipping the young woman with the belt.
Panting harshly he looked down at the young blonde girl's prone body. The girl's ass glowed a bright red from the whipping he'd given it. And 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 onto the rug. A tiny puddle was beginning to form. He'd never seen anything like it in his life. And it turned him on.
Caroline tried to get up onto her hands and knees. In a flash, he had his belt looped around her belly. Quickly fastening it, he had a handhold she couldn't ever break. He forced her back on her calves, keeping her ass in the air and her face down in the carpet. With her hands already chained the way they were, she was totally helpless and at his mercy.
He felt no mercy at all toward her.
"I'm going to fuck that well-spanked ass of yours. Ever had a man fuck you up the tail pipe before, slut?"
Caroline sputtered something in the nape of the rug. 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 young blonde girl and quickly spread her legs farther apart. She tried to stop him and found herself in such an awkward position that she ended up doing nothing. When his long, thick cock prodding between the halves of her asscheeks, she began to cry. She couldn't understand what had happened to her. Caroline hated her boss for holding her this way, for spanking her like a little girl, for degrading her like this. And yet she was turned on by it all. Caroline couldn't remember when she had been more sexually aroused in her life. It was too confusing for her to figure out.
Trying to get her head turned and her face out of the carpet, Caroline moved slightly to one side. She felt the thick head of Bryon's hard prick prod deep into the humid canyon between her asscheeks. Then he found her tight anus. She began to cry again, the tears forming dusty tracks down her cheeks. She didn't want him banging her up the slit chute.
"Get ready for it, kid, because here it comes!" the man shouted.
She felt his hands grip her waist and pull her body strongly into his. The head of his hard prick drove directly into her asshole. She tried to scream in pain, but the rug clogged her mouth. She tasted the foulness of the dirt on the tile floor – and the huge cock raping her ass made the young woman totally aware of her helpless body.
She wanted her boss' cock – 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 Dwight seemed intent on fucking her that way. His cock couldn't get into the young blonde girl's asshole as long as she kept herself all tensed up. That wasn't hard. She was as tightly wound as the mainspring on a watch.
"You can't stop me!" he told her. "Do I have to spank you some more?"
As he drew his hands over the curves of her ass, she shuddered. It felt so good, his long, cool fingers stroking her aroused, tortured assflesh. She relaxed a little and this was all the opening he needed.
He drove relentlessly into her asshole. She might have passed out from the sudden pain of his entry up her ass. When she came to her senses again, he fucked in and out of her shit chute with easy, smooth strokes. Caroline didn't know how she survived. He filled her completely to overflowing. Never had she thought she had too much cock inside her. But she did now.
"Please stop, ummmmmmm, ohhhhhh!" she moaned.
Caroline couldn't tell if her asshole liked this or hated it. Her own cunt was still drooling obscenely and her belly quivered in response to her tight pussy. She had never been so confused in her life. She hated the pain Dwight gave her, yet she loved the warmth and security of having a cock buried inside her body.
Her rectum quivered and tensed around his hard prick. The tight membrane outlined his cock perfectly, and she could tell the slightest movement in her bowels. The thick, purpled knob of his cock stroked in and out with the precision of a mechanical device. He might have been a steel piston fucking her. She tried to hold down the rampaging desire she felt for this perverted, awful butt-fucking.
She couldn't.
Caroline loved the sensations. She felt her tits swell and reach the point where they were like over-inflated balloons. The excited blood pumping out of her heart made them throb and pulse wildly. The nipples dangling downward were about ready to pop.
"You love it, don't you, you dumb cunt?" he said. "You love every freaky second of this butt-fucking. Admit it! Tell me you like having your ass raped!"
"I… I love it!" Caroline gasped out.
Every forward stroke he used drove her face down into the floor even more. With her hands so securely held, 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 into his groin.
The blonde girl felt the man's pants rubbing against her naked, tortured ass. She sucked in her breath and held it as his hard prick shot all the way up into her rectum. It was as if someone had dipped a white-hot poker in acid and then rammed it all the way up her spine.
"Shit, you're getting tighter. Like a surgeon's glove filled with hot water," he grunted. "Tightest hole I ever plugged, you bet!"
And Dwight Bryon fucked harder, faster, with greater determination. Caroline shuddered under each and every impact. She couldn't stand the feelings racing up and down her back any longer. The way her tight pussy frothed over with her cunt juices was a dead giveaway. She was at the 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. "Your asshole's going to cut off my cock!"
She tried to do just that. Caroline tensed her body as hard as she could with her cunt, she could almost hold a man's cock inside her. The young blonde girl knew that it was nothing less than sheer torture for most men and that was why she did it. She loved to make them come and practiced holding in her piss to strengthen all the right muscles.
But she'd met her match in Bryon. She couldn't escape his hard fucking prick, no matter which way she turned. The more the blonde struggled, the more he fucked her. It was as if he read her mind and anticipated every movement. When the friction of the cock against her rectum reached the point where she could no longer bear it, she shrieked and came.
All Caroline knew was stark desire. Her cunt burned with its need for hard prick. Her asshole had all the hard prick – and more – that it could stand. The friction from that butt-fucking echoed throughout her belly and set her on fire again.
The woman tried to get her hands free. They were too tightly held by Dwight's strong grip. She finally released herself to the desires blasting her apart from the inside. The young woman began thrusting her ass back to meet every incoming stroke. She greeked herself as hard as her boss tried to drive his spike of hard manmeat all the way up so that it would come out her mouth.