then fuck you. Or you can avoid the blood and pain and simply do what I tell you. The choice is yours! Now, why don't you strip out of those clothes and give me a look at that hot little body of yours!' He leaned back against the door, folding his hands across his chest, his prick throbbing and pointed at her, bobbing softly.
'Oh please…no, don't make me do this!' Joanna cried out. She was confused and torn. There was no way to escape that she could see. But added to her fear was the realization that she was going to have sex. That realization was like a wildfire igniting her sexual side. She knew that her nipples had become swollen, and she knew that the moisture between her legs was not sweat.
Rick sighed loudly. 'OK bitch, if that's how you want it, I guess I'll have to smack you around a bit!'
'No..no, I'll do what you say!' Joanna mumbled as she watched the man move away from the door. He paused.
'K, lets start easy. Get out of those tennis shoes and socks.' he said, grinning at her.
Joanna was a turmoil of conflicting emotions. She was being forced to undress for this man who was not her husband. She was embarrassed and humiliated, and knew that she should feel only shame. But the lewd thought of exposing her body to him made her body feel ripely swollen.
She sat down on the chair and slowly untied her tennis shoes, pulling them off. His eyes glistened as he watched her legs, her smooth and unblemished thighs revealed to him. She pushed down her white anklet socks, and then sat up, looking at him miserably.
'That's good, Mrs. Gee. Now stand up, and lets get rid of those shorts next.'
Joanna felt faint as she stood up. Turning away from him, she pushed the waist band of her shorts down off her curved hips, lower down her thighs, and then bent and pushed them down her legs to pool on the floor. Her white panties were visible for only an instant however, since the oversize tee shirt she wore fell around her hips. She was mortified. And at the same time, she was aroused and excited like she hadn't been for months. She hated herself for that weakness.
'OK beautiful, now turn around and pull that shirt up and hold it around your waist. I wanna get a good look at those pretty panties of your!' Rick had again wrapped his hand around his prick, very slowly stroking it as his eyes crawled over her body.
Turning aroudn and closing her eyes, Joanna reached for the bottom of her tee shirt.
'No, open your eyes' He shouted, shocking the beautiful young wife.
'You look at me, bitch. Don't you hide your eyes.'
Joanna opened her eyes, and as she lifted her shirt, she couldn't repress a barely audible whimper as she exposed her panties to the man.
Her panties were white and thin, and he could see the darkness of her pussy hair through them. He could hardly wait to open those thighs up and thrust his prick inside of her. Joanna gasped as she saw a thin dribble of precum leak from the head of his prick as he shuddered with lust for her.
'Turn around' he said hoarsely.
Joanna blushed as she slowly turned around, showing the man her panty clad bottom.
'Damn!' she heard him whisper, and his obvious arousal inflamed the heat that was building inside of her body. She couldn't lose control! This was wrong! She should be kicking and screaming! Her mind was at war with her body.
There was a huskiness to his voice as she said 'OK, lose the shirt, and make it snappy!'
Knowing there was no recourse, Joanna pulled her shirt up, revealing her white bra encasing her gorgeous breasts. She pulled the shirt up over her head and then stood there holding it limply at her side until she let it drop to the floor. She was dressed only in her panties and bra, standing before this stranger, exposed to his view.
She looked at his eyes and almost saw them glow as his eyes crawled over her body. She hated herself as she stood before him. She was hotly aroused and seeing him staring at her body like that only stoked those flames even higher! This was RAPE!!! She needed to start acting like it.
And then…he was walking towards her. She trembled in fear and excitement.
'Ohhh no, please don't…please leave me alone' she whimpered half heartedly. Reaching her, he put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her beautiful eyes.
Softly, almost gently, he said 'I want your hands on my prick, Mrs. Gee.
Wrap your fingers around me. Put them around the cock that you're going to take inside your body…the prick that is going to fuck you!'
Joanna felt her pussy lips, already swollen with blood, contract wildly as she listened to his filthy words. She was quickly losing control of herself.
She was repulsed at being forced, but she craved touching his huge prick.
Shaking, she reached out with both hands, and gasped as her fingers wrapped around the silky smoothness of his prick. She felt it throb underneath her hands and he opened his mouth and groaned. It was so incredibly hot!
'Ohhh, you sweet bitch! That feels so good!' he said.
For an instant, Joanna remembered how much Dave had enjoyed her holding his prick that night at the lake, and she felt shame knowing that she enjoyed the response of this man who was going to rape her. She was acting like a slut, but she couldn't help herself.
His hands brushed her bra straps off her shoulder, leaving them hanging on the sides of her arms. he leaned forward, and she didn't resist when he pressed his mouth to hers. She wanted to resist, to object to him and refuse him. She kept her mouth closed, gaining a small moral victory. But, she told herself, she was also squeezing his huge tube of flesh in her tiny hands.
The thought of holding another mans prick in her hands added to the flame inside her, and without conscious thought she groaned, opening her mouth, and feeling the janitors tongue invade hers, licking all around the inside of her mouth. It was a wild, ravaging kind of kiss that she had never experienced from her husband. Clinging to his prick, Joanna sucked on his tongue, kissing him back.
Rick was overjoyed! He had fully expected to have to use violence against
Joanna Gee. He had been prepared to tie her up and restrain her in order to violate her body. But she was some hot assed bitch, and her lack of aggressive resistance not only delighted him, it also caused him to anticipate how he could enjoy her beyond today.
Damn! Her hand had begun stroking his prick. She was his for the taking!
Roughly, his hands moved behind her, and he fumbled with the catch of her bra. Being impatient and encountering resistance, he finally just pulled the elastic until it broke. He pushed her bra down and it fell down her arms, dangling around her wrists as she refused to give up holding and squeezing his enormous cock.
Taking her by the shoulders, he took a step back, pulling her along with him. He pushed her hands from his prick, and sat down on a chair, putting his hands on her hips.
'Mrs. Gee, you've got some gorgeous little titties. Put your hands under them and hold them while I give you a little titty suck.'
Joanna was unable to think clearly. The voices in her mind that had called her to resist and reject this horrible sin had been drowned out by the demands of her body to satisfy the raging hunger between her legs. And it had been so long since her breasts had been suckled, she trembled with anticipation.
She cupped her breasts, lifting them as if offering them like a delicate morsel on a platter. She loudly groaned when Rick's mouth closed over one of her stiff nipples. His hands had cupped the sweet cheeks of her ass and were squeezing and stroking her as he began feasting on her swollen tits. Like a child in a candy store unable to make up his mind, Rick switched from one breast to the other as he suckled her.
It felt so good to the young wife. She no longer cared about anything except the pleasure that was washing through her body in waves. After months of being frustrated, she was being treated to a buffet of sexual pleasure.
Feeling the mans hands and mouth loving her body were driving her insane with passion.
Joanna was loudly whimpering and gasping. She felt his teeth close around the base of one of her nipples, gently holding it immobile. And then his tongue began wildly lashing her sensitive nub and she began squirming in delight, shoving her chest against his sucking mouth, which inadvertently pushed her ass into his groping hands.
She was being molested in the most vile manner, and Joanna loved it. She loved it! At the moment she didn't care that it was a sin, that it was immoral or wrong. The act of giving herself sexually to a man who wasn't her
