forth over the expanding cock-head which grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it. He watched the loathing in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes. This would be more fun than the American. This one would be conscious of the things he was doing to her!
'Strip!' he hissed at her again. 'Or do I have to do it for you?'
Osman stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long tapering roundness of her silk- covered legs, the bursting fullness of her brassiere, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly above the top of her sheer black nylon panties. His gaze made her feel as though she were back at the beginning again, laying her body down for whatever filthy sailor was willing to pay for her services. She thought of all the years she had spent working her way up in the world until now she lived almost like a princess, realizing they were being swept away in this one brief encounter.
'Don't touch me, you beast! Don't touch me!' she shouted without thinking.
'It's too late, Madame,' he intoned with contempt in his voice. He grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her skin. 'We have our agreement about the American girl to consider.'
'I don't care! I'll find someone else. Let Nisli have her!'
He loomed above her, his eyes devoid of pity, shining coldly into hers, his cruel and unyielding lust boring into the very depths of her soul. The pressure of his hands grasping her shoulders permitted no escape from his contemptuous gaze.
'No, no. I can't do it,' she whimpered.
Her pleas fell on unhearing ears as his arms enveloped her, his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her softly yielding belly. His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth. She struggled to free herself, but fear and the strong brandy had drained her of the strength to fight. His slim muscular body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.
'Please, please don't,' she groaned into the searing mouth locked over hers, the savage rape she had suffered in that earlier time whirling dizzily through her mind. The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards toward the bed, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the jiggling bed. She pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them. His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the thin nylon strip of the panties covering her cringing vagina below. Afet could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck. She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her.
His body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock-shaft pressed demandingly against the protective nylon band of her panties. His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins, rubbing the sheer material into the dampening slit of her panty-covered pussy. His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this torment for long. He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probings, and then she would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working with her – her complete submission to his will.
Afet could feel it happening. Her long tense form was pressed tightly into the mattress, so that she could do nothing to escape the hotly palpitating rod forcing itself against the trembling moist furrow between her legs. But her unconscious mind was fighting the torture of the teasingly stroking shaft, fighting against surrender to it.
'Noooo, nooo,' she mumbled incoherently, even as her hips began to move involuntarily in hardly perceptible little circles that betrayed her determination to resist.
Osman felt her unwilling response as the thighs that had been pressed tightly together in vain resistance to his prodding cock suddenly fell loosely apart. Her heels hooked behind his knees and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck pulling his mouth down to press wetly over hers. She sucked his tongue voraciously into her mouth, soft mewling sounds escaping from her greedily sucking lips. She ground her suddenly hungry loins up toward his rock-hard cock, attempting to draw its thick length through the flimsy material of the panties still separating their flesh.
Osman reached down between their bodies, savagely ripping away the narrow crotch-band with one motion of his hand and then guiding the end of his violently throbbing cock up between the now unprotected ridges of her cuntal lips. He could feel the curly tickling pubic hair parting before his unimpeded onslaught. The thick rubbery tip of his penis momentarily met resistance at the entrance to the hot moist passage and then he felt the elastic mouth suddenly give, allowing his turgid hardness to slip wetly inside. The lusty Turk thrust forward with all his strength and fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep, deep inside her wet velvety cunt with a heedless shoving force that brought a muffled scream from Afet's contorted face. He didn't relent in his searing plunge up into her quivering unprepared vagina until he felt his balls slap heavily against her upturned ass-cheeks and he held it there, savoring the hotly squirming cunt palpitating around his deeply imbedded cock.
Abruptly the impaled woman no longer wanted to resist as she felt her vagina becoming wet and open around the heavy throbbing rod. She started screwing her cunt up and down on it, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take it all to the hilt, until it bored deep into her quaking belly, until it fucked all the way up into her throat. She no longer had any pride left. In her mind, she had been thrown all the way back to her first time, when she had been fucked against her will over and over again until, in order to save her sanity, she had been forced to learn to enjoy it.
The delighted night manager wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that he had somehow tapped into the central whore that lives inside every woman. He braced himself on his knees and elbows above the wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt suck his flesh until he retaliated by bucking forward on her upward stroke several times, driving the hotly expanding cock-head right up to the sensitive wall of her cervix.
'Ohhh, ohhhhh,' she groaned out of control as his whole invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress below.
Wasting no time now that he had her responding with every inch of her wantonly rocking body, Osman reached back underneath her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons. Finally he found the tiny puckered anus and thrust his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little opening.
'Aaagggh, aaagggh!' she grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her cringing anus. Her feet jerked erotically in the air above his back, her toes curling spasmodically in her sheer stockings. He had hurt her for a moment, but she liked the sensations now coursing through every nerve in her ravaged body.
Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating his finger inside her anus from his pummeling cock slipping wetly in and out of her hotly clasping pussy, Osman could feel the ridges on the bottom of his thick bloated penis rippling through the warm waves of flesh.
Afet began unconsciously moaning all the obscene words she could think of between her panting gasps as she bucked and twisted under his weight.
'Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Ram it in me good!' she groaned over and over again.
Osman grinned lewdly down at her lust-distorted face as he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance. Each time she gyrated her loins down over his smoothly sliding hardness, he thrust the finger in her anus upward until it was fully submerged in her wildly jerking rectal passage, and then, as she bucked back up away from his skewering finger, he drove his cock still harder into the wetly sucking inner recesses of her cunt.
He had her hopelessly impaled between the twisting finger and pistoning cock, and he was enjoying her wildly thrashing movements beneath him more than he had ever enjoyed fucking a woman before. The lust juices from her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the finger now sunk all the way to his fist in her rotating anus.
The wildly responding woman strained back under him, arching her loins against his grinding pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling finger. She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in pleasure.
'Uuuuggghh!' she grunted as he began buffeting her harder in lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing plunging cock. He could feel its thickness expanding more with each thrust he made up into the wet hot
