Somewhat taken aback, he replied in a cold, flat voice. "Well, now, honey, I really don't know. You sure are a nice little cunt. Nice tits," he said as he stroked her firm, upthrust tits and tweaked her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "Nice, tight little belly," he continued as his hand traveled down her ripe young flesh and rubbed her stomach. "Nice tight, little cunt," he said as his hand moved down to her cunt and rubbed the pubic hair that covered her pussy.
"Yeah, baby," he whispered in a husky voice. "Nice fucking cunt." Then, as she struggled in vain against the bonds that restrained her on the heavy wooden table, he plunged his thumb into her twat. He stared into her eyes as he rubbed her clit-nubbin with his thumb.
"D-don't do that," she pleaded as she looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "P-please don't do that to me," she whimpered. But, even as she said it, she knew that she was wasting her words. Bob was horny. He would have his way with her. He would finger-fuck her – or worse – if he wanted to, and there was nothing that she could do to stop him.
His thumb rammed into her cunt, and he whispered in her ear. "You want it, don't you? You want me to turn you on and fuck your tight young cunt. Admit it, you little rich bitch. You've never met a man like me. A stud! I'll fix your fucking wagon, darling. I'll fuck the living shit out of you before you can count to ten."
Judeth couldn't believe her own ears. This man was a vile, crude lunatic. Did he really believe that she wanted him to fuck her? He must be crazy!
"No, Bob," she stammered. "Please don't fuck me. I don't think I'm ready for a man like you. Please… just leave me be. I beg of you."
"Ha! Ha! That's what they all say when I get my hands on them. Women are afraid of me. That's it!" he exclaimed. "Women don't know what to make of me. I don't look much like a stud, but I am. You just have to get to know me, Judeth. That's all. Just get to know me, and may… maybe I can help you out of this mess."
Bob was breathing heavily now. He panted and gasped like a runner who had just finished a marathon. He kept ramming his thumb into her cunt, rubbing his thumb inside of her cuntal sheath. Thumb-fucking Judeth!
She hated to admit it, but the wild man was turning her on in a big way. His thumb seemed to touch just the right spot in her cunt. Every time he shoved his thumb into her tight pussy, it pressed down on her sensitive clit, causing her to shake and writhe about on the table.
Her clit was tingling out of control. She began to sweat and jerk her hips to meet his thumb as it penetrated her wet cunt. Pussy-juice leaked out of her cunt and streamed in thin rivulets down her creamy thighs. When he stuck his thumb into her cunt, she could hear a faint sloshing noise as her cunt sucked his thumb deep into her pussy. She wasn't doing it on purpose. It just happened. She had no control over her clenching cunt-muscles, which seemed to have a mind of their own as they sucked his thumb deep into her seething cunt.
"Ohhh," she gasped as, unconsciously, she began to move her pelvis, humping and jerking upward to meet his thumb as it rammed deeply into her hot, tight curt.
"All right!" Bob exclaimed as he pulled his thumb from her cunt. He held his cunt-juice drenched thumb high in the air and smiled lewdly. "Look, at that, bitch! My thumb is literally covered with your precious young pussy-nectar. Goddamn! Ain't that a sight for sore eyes."
In a grand gesture, he lowered his hand to his mouth and slurped her cunt-juice off of his thumb. "Yeah, your pussy-juice tastes sweet," he said as he plunged his thumb and two fingers deep into her cunt. His digits moved about in her slippery twat, pressing against her tender, sensitive clit and pussy-walls, which tightened and clenched around his fingers.
Judeth had no control over her body or her emotions. Her cunt was ready for sex. She was hot and horny, there was no denying it. She sighed as she stared at Bob, who held his wet fingers aloft admiringly.
"Here, Judeth," he instructed. "Taste your cunt-juice. You'll love it." Her tongue swirled around his slippery fingers and lapped up the precious pussy-nectar. She licked at his fingers as though it were her last meal. And, she discovered, her cunt-nectar tasted good. There was a pungent odor, and it was a little bit sweet.
"Ohhh, yeah!" she gasped as her tongue raked across his fingers, licking off the sticky juice from her twat.
"You are a hot little cunt!" Bob exclaimed as he climbed onto the table and started to mount her. "You are one hot fucking vixen, bitch!"
Suddenly, Judeth felt her body shudder. She realized that this was no game. This man – Bob – was going to fuck her cunt. As the reality of the terrible situation dawned on her, she shook with fear and anger. "Nooo!" she shrieked. "Don't you dare!"
Bob slapped her hard and she writhed in pain beneath his blows. "Fuck you, you rich bitch!" he rasped. "What the fuck's the matter with vow anyway? Do you think you're too good for me or something?" He stopped slapping her and stared into her crying eyes. "Well, what the fuck's your problem, bitch?" he demanded.
Steeling her nerves, Judeth gave him an honest answer. "Yes, I am too fucking good for the likes of you, you crude bastard!" she blurted. "You are a nasty son of a bitch! An evil and crude man. You're damned right I'm too good for you. I was brought up to be a decent lady, and you're treating me like a no good tramp. I won't stand for it. I just won't stand for a slimy son of a bitch like you fucking me!" She writhed about in the bonds which held her fast to the table. Her ankles and wrists chafed at the straps which held them. The struggle was useless. There was no way to escape. She was helpless and at this crude man's mercy. Finally, when all of her energy was spent, she collapsed on the table, resigned to her fate. The man would rape her. She knew that. But, at least she had struggled, damnit! She had tried to resist.
"Are you finished now?" the man asked, a lewd, self-assured smile on his face. He was angry, and she knew it. She had lost her self-control. She had rudely insulted the man. It was too late for apologies. He would take her. He would rape her and fuck her brutally. She expected no less.
"Y-yes, I'm finished," she said weakly. "Do whatever the hell you want with me. I won't struggle any longer. It's no use. I'm tired."
Without commenting, he grabbed his prick in his hand and guided it toward her cunt. Lewdly, he rubbed his cock-knob in a circular motion around her cunt-lips, parting the swollen red flaps of sensitive skin that formed the sensuous entrance to her tight pussy. Then, without hesitation, he thrust forward, impaling her cunt on his stiff cock. He grunted and moaned as he began to fuck her cunt, ramming his prick hard and deep into her tight twat.
"Unnnggghhh!" he gasped. "So, you think you're too good for me?" he taunted. "Well, fuck you, you little rich bitch! Fuck you!"
He seemed like a man possessed. He drove forward with quick powerful cock-thrusts, ramming his prick home into her pussy. Shoving his cock balls-deep into the cavern of her hot cunt. He jerked about on top of her, driving, thrusting, ramming his prick into her cuntal depths.
Judeth jerked about beneath the man as he raped her tight pussy. She gasped for breath and moaned in agony and fright. This man was crude and vulgar, and she hated him. But, try as she might, there was no way that she could stop him from fucking her cunt. Every time she moved, the leather straps which held her wrists and ankles in place chafed and bit into her tender skin. She writhed and flailed about beneath his hard cock-thrusts, hoping only that he would cum soon.
"Yeah, you little rich bitch piece of ass! Take it, cunt! Take all of my cock in your hot pussy, you fancy-ass slut." He screamed in her ear as he slammed his heavy body forward, impaling her on his raging prick.