Something about being unable to move freely added fuel to the fires of her come. She thrashed harder, felt more restrained by the ropes and burned brighter with her climax.
"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she bellowed.
The man gasped as her tight pussy crushed down on his prick. He pulled back against the intense pressure surrounding him. He thought a hand in a velvet glove had gripped at his prick. But the lewd squishing sound as he broke the incredible suction of her cunt told him different. He wasted no time ramming back in to the hilt. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass as he repeatedly fucked her.
Total delight seized Caroline. She let herself go. There wasn't anything else she could do. And the feel of that cock working so insistentiy against her tight pussy warmed her with more and more friction. The thick cock-head expanded as his powerful strokes lengthened.
Every single thrust into her agitated cunt lifted her butt off the stage now. He didn't have to grasp her asscheeks and pull at them as he had done earlier. She felt her own inner juices lubricating her crotch as his bush ground passionately into hers.
"More! Fuck me more!" she cried. All she heard was the pounding of her own pulse in her head and the man's deep grunts as he exerted himself even more.
She thought she would die if he stopped fucking. But he was too turned on by the situation to stop. She came hard. The orgasm was the sweetest she had had from Dwight. But the man hardly noticed as her cunt tightened around his cock. His balls had shrunk and the passion locked inside with the boiling hot jism spurred him on.
He fucked faster. His hands rested on either side of the bound girl's body. His prick vanished into the golden nest of her tight pussy and stroked hard along the juicy walls of her cunt. The heat from her guts boiled out and set fire to his fuse. The heat inched back along his cock until it reached the powder keg of his balls.
He exploded. His prick reamed her out and then it erupted. Hot jism fountained from the end of his cock. He shrieked in joy and arched his back to drive himself even farther into the bound woman's tight pussy.
Caroline almost came again. Almost. And it was that wracking need that made her strain so hard against the ropes that they cut into her flesh and caused blood to flow.
"More, you ignorant cock-sucker. Fuck me more!" she begged. "I need it, God, do I need more fucking. Your cock, gimme your fucking cock. Please, oh, please!"
Caroline relaxed onto the stage, sobbing. She turned her head to one side so she wouldn't have to see Dwight Bryon straighten. His prick limply slid from her cunt amid a flow of her own oils and his spent come.
"Now you can untie her," came Peter's confident voice from the shadows of the studio. "I've got every single instant of the rape on film. Videotape unit works pretty good. Haven't used one in a couple years, but that's something you never forget, I suppose."
Bryon spun around, his prick jiggling crazily in front of his groin. Caroline wanted to laugh at the sight, at the relief flooding through her. They'd won! Peter had filmed it all. Now Dwight Bryon had to do what they said or they'd turn this evidence over to the police. The man's career would be ruined and he'd be in jail for a long, long time.
"What? This – but," Bryon stammered.
"You know what we want, motherfucker," said Peter, his voice cold now. "Cut her loose, leave her alone, let her do her job as weathergirl. And if you even think about trying to fire her…" He let his voice taper off as he tapped the case holding the videotape. The message was clear.
Bryon turned and stalked off, without saying a word.
Peter unfastened the bonds on the blonde woman's wrists and helped her sit up and regain circulation.
"Oh, Peter, you were great."
"You weren't so bad yourself. Tell me, did you ever consider a career in X-rated movies? You looked great! You are great!"
She laughed, feeling better than she had since taking the job as weathergirl. Everything was looking up for her, and all because of Peter.
"If I want to switch into that career, I need practice. Let's go home and see if I can pass your audition."
"This one won't be on film," he jokingly cautioned.
"And I don't care!"
Caroline Saunders and Peter Caldwell left the studio, the videotape securely in their possession. And they celebrated all night long.