move her hips. Slowly, without imagination. It seemed to satisfy the man fucking her, at least for the moment. He clung to the small of her back and fucked violently. She see-sawed her pelvis up and down mechanically.
'Can't you do better than that?'
'I… I'm trying.'
'I know you're a better fuck than this… move your ass!'
Marcia was afraid to move her ass much faster. Already the burning itch of orgasm teased the flesh of her clitoris. Her tits seemed to be on fire, the nipples fully extended.
Sam had pushed her jersey up under her arms and the rub of his chest hair against her full tits only added to her trembly excitement. But maybe she could make him come and if she did it quickly enough, save herself added shame.
She moved her hands down, down to slip them under one of Sam's thighs. She found the hot wrinkled sac of his balls and cupped the slick eggs in her palm. She squeezed and fondled them, tickling gingerly with her fingers. Then she pressed them upward, up against the swollen gland that would begin the exploding spasms of Sam Philbert's orgasm.
The muscles in his belly went taut against her wrist. He tried to say something but the words came out all garbled. He kissed her, missing her mouth and sliding his slack lips down one cheek, drooling hotly against her neck.
She moved his balls, rolling them until his cock jumped violently up inside her cunt. The tube that ran along the underside of Sam's cock bulged suddenly. Sam was flopping, trying to fuck deeper but wanting her to keep doing what she was doing too. He choked, sighed, dug his fingers into the flesh of her ass.
Then Marcia could feel the steady pulse as his tubes filled and he shot the potent cream up to the end of his prick and out into the steamy, slick depths of her pussy.
'Ohhh,' she gasped, excited by what was happening. To feel it actually happening! To be making it happen! It was so damned hard to hold back now… but she had to! She couldn't submit to Sam's sexuality. It would only give him more power over her. She thought of pain, thought of ugly things that had happened to her. Anything to dampen the raging inferno in her cunt as Sam fucked his slippery swollen cock in and out of her soft cunt.
Marcia felt her pussy flooding with semen, felt it leaking out to smear against her hand. She squeezed his balls like she might force out the rest of the stuff quickly and end it. But Sam's cum was still raging. His chest raked her tits, tore at the nipples that gouged his skin like tiny fingers.
'Oh hurry, damn you… hurry!'
Marcia took her hand away from Sam's balls. She wiggled convulsively, caught at last in the turbulent whirlpool of the fucking.
But Sam was slowing now, relaxing his weight down onto her. She fought to hold on for a few more seconds. She bit her lip again, tasting more blood. The pain seemed to help. But her heart pounded wildly, her breath came in choked gasps.
Sam stopped moving, and rested like a sated animal. She could hardly breathe at all. He pulled himself from her body, hardly looking at her at all. She was a receptacle, that was really all she was. He stood in the middle of the room, his sagging cock dripping cum onto the rug.
Marcia closed her eyes. Yes, it was leaving her, that lovely, wonderful itch. It was slowly, slowly evaporating back into her body. Her clit was still fully extended, like her nipples. But when she lay very still the raging edge of her orgasm weakened. Marcia tried to calm her shallow breathing. She was aware that Sam was watching her.
'Goddamn… you're just about to pop right there on the bed, ain't ya?' He came at her, eyes glinting evilly. 'You didn't want to come, you held it back, you bitch. Jesus, what a bitch!'
'No! Stay away from me!' Marcia tried to sit up, but she couldn't get her weak muscles to respond. She rolled onto her stomach and tried again.
She heard Sam rummaging through a drawer, heard the click of a switch, the familiar buzz of the vibrator he'd used on her last time.
'Oh God no… noooo!'
She couldn't get her knees under her. If only she could roll to the edge of the bed and fall onto the floor. Maybe she could kick at him or… 'Ohhhhh… Uuuhhhnnn!'
The smooth tip of the bullet-shaped dildo glided up between her cuntlips. Sam was laughing, shoving it into her cunt from behind. There was no way to fight him. Her soaked cunt hungrily accepted the quivering vibrator.
She felt the outer muscles, the ones that opened and closed her pussy… she felt them clasp at the plastic shaft as Sam pushed it quickly into her cunt. He pushed it until the tickling tip was tight against her womb. She gasped as he felt her vulva close down around the base of the vibrator, felt Sam take his hand away. Like before, the thing was deep in her pussy, consuming her senses with its insatiable, steady shiver.
She had almost gotten a finger inside her cunt when Sam caught her wrists and dragged her onto her back.
'Oh please don't do this… Sam! Sam… Uhh… Ohhh God it's, it's tearing me up! Ohhhh Jesus… ohhhh fuck…'
Sam was kneeling above her head. She could see the blurry shape of his face upside down. He pinned her wrists forcefully. She was trapped and her climax was steadily building again. The dildo was nursing her orgasm quickly back to an inferno.
Marcia tossed her hips, she couldn't stay still. She was in another world now. Her tits longed to be kissed, her body needed to be loved. But she wouldn't have Sam do it. She would try and get rid of the dildo that had invaded her cunt.
She snapped her pussy hard, tried to dig her heels into the bed. But she knew it was futile. The circle of muscles in her cunt had clasped the dildo firmly inside. If only it wasn't so deep then she could work it free from her cunt.
Marcia groaned with frustration, gasped loudly as the yearning flesh of her pussy gave in to the ecstasy that felt so good. She lost all sense of where she was. Only Sam's hands on her wrists reminded her that she was being held down. She pumped and wiggled her ass unashamedly. It felt lovely… felt like she would die this time.
The juice trickled from her feverish pussy and wet the covers under her firm ass. She could hear her cuntlips rubbing against the dildo. They were swollen out like ripe fruit. She heard Sam say something but didn't understand his words.
'Uhh… Uhh… Uhh.'
Marcia sucked in short breaths and babbled as the unyielding vibration deep inside her pussy spread to her bursting cunt. When she closed her legs, she could rock her pelvis and bring exquisite friction to her hot clit. She tightened her thighs and see-sawed her body. Then she tucked her knees up until she could get a heel against herself. She could feel Sam's leaking cum there.
'Ohhhh noooo!'
She was coming! She was aching all over with the most pleasurable hurt she'd ever experienced. It was pleasure to the point of madness. She couldn't see, couldn't hear. She could only writhe like a mad woman on the bed as her cunt throbbed with heavenly hell… as the musky juice flooded from between her cuntlips and drenched the silken curls of her pubic hair, mingling with the heavy droplets of semen that curdled there.
The black doorman was watching her again as she stood there waiting for Sam to finish tipping the boy who'd brought the Lincoln around. Marcia held her shoulders straight. She glanced at him. He was smiling. Not exactly. It was his eyes that said it.
It was a little past noon. She'd been upstairs with Sam for less than an hour. Marcia knew what the doorman was thinking. She wished she could say something, tell him that he was mistaken. But then was he? She looked at the gold watch on her wrist. Sam had made her put it on again. He'd shoved a hundred-dollar bill into her pocket. A hundred dollars!
He was buying her, paying for her pussy. And when she tried to refuse… Marcia put a hand to her cheek. It
