"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it rammed up that cock-gobbling cunt of yours."
"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna responded sulkily, pushing her luck. Max's face crimsoned. He started to say something but then jerked the glasses back to his eyes, staring for a moment at the blonde girl, who was still crouched down on the ground, her buttocks presented invitingly back in their direction while she laboriously refilled the box. Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin coming over his hard face, and Anna knew she had gone too far.
"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice. "I'm gonna pretend you're it. Now get over here and pull up your robe!"
"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back. "You think you can fuck me just like that?"
"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied. "Now get your ass in front of me and bend over. I want something for old Fred here to do while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across the street."
Anna was icy with rage. "You think you can use me like…"
"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in. "Now are you coming over here or do I have to drag you?" He was growing angry, too, his heavy features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in their deep-set sockets. The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at one another.
"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max said quietly, his voice cold and deadly. "I can't permit that. Now… you know what I can do… if you make me… So get your ass over here… NOW!" The last words were shouted. Anna's gaze faltered, then dropped, and she moved slowly over in front of Max, her face working with repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.
"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in front of the window. "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered. Knowing what he wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on the table, her feet still on the floor. She gripped the sides of the table with her hands, knowing she'd need the leverage if she wasn't to be pushed off onto the floor.
"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute you make," Max said. With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's robe up, baring her buttocks. The lovely satiny half-moons lay naked before his devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over their rounded fullness, reaching between Anna's partly spread thighs to pull cruelly at her silky brown pubic hair. She jerked at his touch.
"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up from Anna's lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the street. "I'm sure as hell going to find out," he vowed, and wasting no more time, he hastily unzipped his pants and reaching inside, pulled his painfully throbbing cock out into the open.
"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the swollen, blue-veined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed by a fringe of woolly pubic hair. "Come on, bitch, open up!" he ordered Anna, prying her thighs apart with his hands when she hesitated. For the moment Max forgot his blonde obsession as he stared hungrily down at Anna's helplessly exposed genitals. Her full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted from between her long sleek thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil of pussy-hair, but he could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her inner slit beneath. Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils aside, and then brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly swelling lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal juices. Christ! Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max marveled. Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time to prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard penis. At that very moment, the only thing that held him back from ramming the aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the lovely body before him was the concern that too much haste might hurt his tender foreskin.
With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his massive organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's hot wet slit, watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed aside the spongy outer lips, making room for its engorged bulk.
"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining that it was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and slick under his touch. He reached down and began to press hard against Anna's clitoris, feeling the tender little button throb under his careless finger.
He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body, but he couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her. What he was trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get into her tight muscular vagina easier.
Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped woman's vagina and coat his probing finger with their slick wetness. Max quickly worked his bulbous cock-head up and down Anna's rapidly moistening slit, coating its bullet-shaped head with her slippery secretions. Teasingly he moved his ready probe higher, pressing it for a moment against the tiny brown pucker of Anna's rectum, feeling her body go rigid with fear. Max chuckled, remembering the time he had fucked her there. God, she squealed like a pig, he thought in amusement as he remembered how Anna had squirmed in agony below his invading cock, trying to escape from his iron grip. He was tempted to do it again, but knew he'd have to use all his strength to hold her down and that would distract his attention from the blonde.
Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna was hating herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at will between her subserviently open thighs. The son-of-a-bitch! she raged. One of these days I'm going to cut his heart out! But she knew she wouldn't do it. No, not even that would break the hold he had over her. As much as she despised him, time and time again she would have to let this hated man defile her helpless body. A groan of self-loathing escaped from her tightly clamped lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up from her mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender sense-buds. What she hated most was the way her treacherous body reacted independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the disgusting things this half-animal did to it. If I just had the will-power to lie here and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone young woman thought in despair. But no! Already she could feel the hot wetness of her copiously reacting sex juices flowing between her thighs, making her vagina ready for the crude violation that was certain to come. Her genitals burned with an electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled their inner fires.
"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head suddenly slam up into her only partially ready vagina. A bolt of sharp pain made her try to twist away from the brutal invasion of her tender inner passage, but Max's powerful hands easily held her down.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his bulging cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his captive's vaginal hole and then driven his hips brutally forward, ramming the rigid fleshy pole up into the surprised woman's futilely squirming body. It took several hard, powerful thrusts to do it, but eventually Max's rubbery cock was buried all the way up to the hilt in Anna's body, his pubic hair brushing obscenely against her tightly puckered asshole. Taking one last look at the way the thick stump of his penis jutted back out from between Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the binoculars and once again began to examine the crouching girl across the street.
"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt…" he moaned as he began to slowly fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to you just like this." And he continued to look at the tight white shorts stretched over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining it was her he was sliding his cock into. One big hand resting on Anna's quivering buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded globes with his fingers, savoring the creamy feel of the skin, leaving angry red marks behind when he dug in too far.