Oh, the bastard! What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in despair as she felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out of her overfilled cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides with its relentless advance. She cursed the way her body reacted to her tormentor's undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it – except for the time he had taken her in the asshole, and the pain had been so bad that the only thing she'd wanted to do was get away. There was pain now, too, but already it was changing to an enfeebling pleasure as her vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly plunging member. He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip of his cock shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, the last of Anna's will-power faded.
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. She fought to hold herself back, but another of Max's deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering belly, weakening the last of Anna's resolve. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and she raised her ass off the cold hard surface, making it easier for Max to gain entrance to her now voraciously churning pussy.
"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious to Anna's presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through his binoculars – sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so satisfyingly around his shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine blonde pubic hair there, rather than Anna's silky dark strands.
Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the hard table, her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her face, obscuring her features. I hope he gets it over with soon, she said to herself, then the further thought crept treacherously into her mind – as soon as I cum!
Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to the man fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what he was going to do to the girl across the street added new dimensions to Anna's hatred, a hatred that grew with every moment's realization that she was enjoying what Max was doing to her. At least I can be quiet, Anna thought despairingly and bit her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that Max's deep thrusts were tearing out of her body. Beyond her control now, a powerful orgasm was beginning to build in the humiliatingly sprawled young woman's genitals and she stiffened her body to withstand its assault.
From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses. He slid his fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly drumming cock as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole, probing at her hot swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy discovering how much her formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening had flowered to admit his probing manhood. Keeping the binoculars fastened on the stranger across the street, he imagined it was her tender young body he was fondling, and as he thought it, he could feel his own orgasm on the way.
"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw up into his body. He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked twitching buttocks, brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh. Just as he felt the first hot rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed the tip of one finger up inside the excited woman's rectum, as far as it would go.
Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her fingernails scraped across the table's hard surface. She was already trembling on the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her ass, in addition to the wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen rifling in hot rushes up into her womb, touched off a white-hot explosion in the helplessly excites young woman's ravished body.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to keep silent. Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming her hips down against the table, pushing her cunt back against Max's relentlessly thrusting loins. Her vaginal muscles worked spasmodically, clutching desperately at Max's thick spouting shaft, forcing their combined cum back out around the jerking member in a heavy spray which gushed over the edge of the table and soaked the front of Max's pants.
"Hot little bitch," Max managed to grit from between clenched teeth as he hung onto Anna's twitching buttocks with one hand. The scene through the binoculars was misty, but he clung tenaciously to the image of the crouching young blonde as he emptied the last of his balls into Anna's churning cunt.
Totally exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Anna was lying limp upon the table, and when Max looked down as he withdrew his fast-shrinking cock from Anna's dripping cunt, he was mildly surprised to see her dark, cum-dripping pubic hair – he had half-expected that it would be blonde.
"Okay, babe," he said matter-of-factly. "You've done your usual gushy job. Now, for Christ's sake, get me something to wipe this gunk off my pants," and he looked down disgustedly at the thick wet smear that covered his fly and dripped from the end of his cock.
Awakened from her post-coital reverie by Max's crude words, Anna slid off the table standing on shaky legs, and quickly covered her naked loins with her robe. She hated to be this way in front of Max – flushed, disoriented, breathing heavily and raggedly, so she made no resistance to his order for a wash-cloth and went to get him one, glad to be alone. When she returned, her breathing was under control and her usual cool, bored manner had returned.
"Christ, what a mess," Max muttered as he scrubbed at the front of his pants. "I never saw a woman make such a mess."
"At least half of that stuff is yours," Anna remarked dryly. "I hate the thought of it being up inside me."
"Come on, don't give me that shit. Hell, you loved it. You don't think I heard you panting and moaning while I was throwing it to you!!"
"A mere bodily reflex," Anna said in irritation, smarting under his words. They were too true.
"Bullshit," Max replied crudely. "You're the biggest cockhound I ever met. Get a hard prick near you and you start salivating. You'd fuck anything. Hell, if the offer was made, you'd fuck a dog."
"I just did," Anna said with loathing.
There was a moment's silence while Max's face reddened with anger. "Why, you arrogant slut," he growled, taking a step toward Anna! His heavy hand raised as if he were going to strike her. Anna flinched inwardly but stood her ground, glaring coldly back at Max. They stood that way for several moments, then Max's hand dropped slowly to his side. For the first time Anna realized that Max had never actually struck her. All the violence he'd made on her had been connected with sex. The hold he had over her forced her to obey him, and what he seemed to want most was her subservience and humiliation. But they both avoided direct violence, perhaps sensing that the delicate, perverted web of their forced relationship would come apart the instant he hit her, and not even Anna wanted that. As much as she hated her situation, it was a known world, and without its routines, as humiliating as they were, there might be no way to hold back the ultimate disaster she feared.
"You gotta big mouth," Max growled. Anna made no reply this time – just stood sullenly, watching Max finish cleaning the front of his trousers.
"Okay," he said. "Get some clothes on. We're gonna go meet our new neighbors."
"You think that's smart?" Anna asked. "Maybe it would be better if you just kind of sneaked up on them slowly."
"We'll do it my way," he snapped back. "I said I was gonna get into that little cunt, and I meant it. We gotta have a plan of operation – like a battle plan. And any good general will tell you the most important thing is to have good intelligence. So we're gonna go out and gather intelligence – a reconnaissance mission. But we can't do it with your bare ass waving all over the street, so get dressed."
"Why do I have to go?" Anna asked.
"Because you make good cover," he replied. "If we go as a couple, they'll react to us as a couple. If I go alone, there'll be a natural guard up."