'Get out of that dress or I'll tear it off,' he ordered.
Wendy froze for a moment, then tensed her thighs and rose from the bed. This was no time for protest. Besides, she was too high on Scotch to think of anything clever, even if she wanted to. Reaching down, Wendy pulled her dress up, over her head, and off. She folded her arms over her chest, feeling a little cold and exposed.
Brad was stark naked now, fondling his cock and balls, his eyes feasting on her body. There was a moment of silence. Wendy trembled.
'Come here,' he commanded.
She obeyed, walking slowly and savoring the mounting fear rushing through her mind and body. When she was almost touching his prick with her hips, he stopped her, put both his hands on her shoulders, and pushed down.
Instantly, Wendy knew what he wanted and bent her legs. Down she went, her nose brushing over his dribbling cock knob. The moment the woman was on her knees, his prick bobbing in front of her. She tilted her head and opened her mouth, inhaling sharply, smelling the slightly spur odor of his crotch.
'Oh, gimme head, gimme head,' he repeated over and over again, his fingers now clutching the sides of her skull, the tips pressing against her ears.
He was guiding her forward, bending his knees slightly while hunching his cock against her face. He slid his cockshaft up one side of her nose then drew back, coming forward once more and touching her lips. He dipped his cock knob into Wendy's mouth, brushing over the tip of her tongue.
'Ohhhh yeahhhhh…'
Suddenly, the blonde felt her mouth fill with his prick-meat, her cheeks bulging out. More and more pre-cum bubbled out of his piss-slit, coating her mouth and throat, making her swallow as she breathed with whistling sounds through her nostrils.
'Fuck, yeah, yeahhhh…' Brad moaned.
His fingertips were pressing harder and harder against her head while he twisted his hips from side to side, stirring his prick inside her mouth.
Wendy swallowed again, feeling his cock slipping back farther and farther until prick cad was touching her throat. It was getting hard for her to breathe. And Brad was going wild above her, twisting his cock around, holding his crotch so close to her face his cock hairs were tickling her nose.
'Ohhhhhffffff!' he panted.
She liked smelling his groin this way, feeling his body against her face. And all the while he was fucking her mouth, stretching her lips with his prick, his balls slapping against her chin.
'Man, oh man, you're gonna make me cum if you keep doin' that,' Brad warned, pulling away from her. He held her back, his cock jerking in her face, his cock knob purplish red.
CHAPTER FIVE
One moment he was breathing heavily, caressing her head, and sticking his cock into her mouth while groaning as if he were about to shoot in her throat. And the next he was pushing her away, staring at her as if she were the enemy.
'What?' she asked.
He grabbed her shoulders, his fingers bruising her flesh.
'Oh, Brad!' she cried.
She knew he was going to take her brutally, tear into her with his rigid prick.
'Stupid!' he yelled.
With that he threw her backward. She sprawled across the floor, one leg bent and pinned beneath her. Wendy's hair curtained her face, temporarily blinding her to what he was doing. There was a gradual tensing of his character, a brutalizing, vulgarizing, of it as he became more excited and aroused. The Brad she knew was disappearing, buried under this new man, a man she both wanted and feared.
He stood over Wendy now, reminding her of some God of war. As he loomed over her, his eyes burned with a lust that terrified her. Brad was such a big man, so powerful, so intense. And now he stood above her, hands on his hips, his legs spread widely apart.
'Come…' he ordered.
Brad stepped toward her. Wendy hissed and drew back. He advanced faster. She scooted back. The carpet burned her ass as she pushed with her feet toward the bathroom. He came faster, closer. She couldn't outdistance him.
'Noooo…' she whined.
He was swearing at her. She answered him with a terrified moan. His grin was the most horrifying, frightening expression she'd ever seen in her life. He was changing right in front of her eyes, turning into some kind of monster.
'You're gonna do everything I want, understand? You don't have a choice, baby.'
Wendy nodded, too frightened to speak. Their pleasant evening was turning into a terrible nightmare for her. She never would have believed Brad was this kind of man.
The carpet piling tickled her asshole and her thighs rubbed against the floor.
'I'm gonna teach you a lesson… a lesson you can teach all the other cunts around the office.'
He reached for her, his face close, his heels rubbing her knees.
'What have I done?' she wailed, her eyes wide with horror.
'When I'm through with you, you'll wish you were up in solitary fucking your brains out with every fuckin' inmate in solitary.'
'What've I done? What have I done?' she wailed again and again as he jerked her from the floor.
Wendy stumbled to a standing position, her arm nearly pulled from the socket by his violent wrenching. His fingers moved swiftly to the elastic band of her bra. Wendy gasped as she felt the halter being torn from her back. Her tits sprung out, slapping wetly against her chest. Brad leaned back and admired her tits. Wendy quickly jerked her hands up to cover her naked tits.
Brad only laughed at her apparent modesty. He walked around her slowly, telling Wendy what he thought of her and her 'kind' of cocktease.
'You broads go around the office wigglin' your asses and tits, then pretend you don't want to fool around,' Brad whispered, smoothing his knuckles over her flesh. Wendy moaned and shrank from his touch. 'Even here you tried to play coy, then, boy, you heated up fast when the chips were down. Let's see just how fuckin' fast you can heat up when I'm callin' the shots.'
She felt his fingers grip her panties, heard the awful tearing sound. In a moment, he had ripped the pink nylon briefs from her thighs. She was stark naked. Wendy dropped one hand over her exposed cunt, keeping the other pressed against her tits.
'No…' she cried. The trapped woman whimpered, crawling back until her legs once again brushed against the bed. She was cornered, unable to go anywhere.
'No use, baby, you're gonna get me and you're gonna dig it.'
'No, no, I won't,' she whispered back, shaking her head from side to side while still trying to cover up her cunt and tits.
Brad said nothing more. He rushed at her, one hand hitting her in the chest, shoving her back onto the bed.
Wendy cried out, her arms flung to each side of her body for balance while she bounced against the mattress. Behind her, she heard the headboard rattle. Her tits slapped together and her legs flew apart. Temporarily stunned, Wendy lay there, aware of a shadow quickly falling on top of her.
There was a sudden crush of weight. It was Brad, growling and snapping at her angrily. He had knocked the wind from her when bounded on top of her. His fingers pawed at her body, squeezed her tits, grabbed her ass, pinched her thighs while his cock slid up and down in the groove of her legs.
'Fuck, fuck…' he moaned.
