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CHAPTER TWO

"I would love one," Sara said when Greg offered her a drink just after opening the door.

A drink was exactly what she needed. Although her mind had been made up to tell him off good and proper, when she saw him standing there, wearing nothing but cut-offs, her heart skipped a beat, her knees weakening. All that she wanted to say was overshadowed by the mere sight of him. Whoever said that clothes made the man certainly didn't have him in mind. And just as she suspected, his muscular frame was lush with dark-brown hair. She had to fight an urge to reach out and touch his sculptured chest.

"Like it?" be asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Love it," she answered, her eyes still riveted to his body. She took a quick sip, suddenly realizing what he was talking about. "Mmmmmm, delicious," she said. "What's in it?"

"My secret," he answered, pulling her into his arms. "And now, let me find out about your secrets."

Sara was totally confused. How could a man turn his emotions on and off like a faucet? He was so warm, so intense, his lips brushing the hollow of her throat, sending shivers of ecstasy up her spine. His huge meaty arm was touching the tips of her tits, his breath warm and musky-smelling.

And later? When it was over, would he shake her hand and give her a curt good bye?

"There's something I have to say," Sara said, pulling away. Looking into his eyes almost made her melt, sending her pussy into a churning fit of pleasure. "I… I can't take the job. I don't give my… sexual favors as part of my work."

"Would you give me your sexual favors if it weren't part of the job?" he asked, his eyes glinting like a cat toying with a mouse.

"Well, yes," Sara said. How could she lie? He looked so good standing there it was all she could do to keep from dropping to her knees and gobbling that big cock into her throat! "But that's not the point…"

"What is the point, then?"

"It's just that you… seem so, well, cold. Like this afternoon. And now, you're different."

"What do you want? Flowers?" He walked over to a large vase filled with tiny pink rosebuds. He yanked them out and handed them to her. "Music?" He walked over and flipped on the stereo, filling the room with violin strains. "What did I leave out? Uh, candy? Sorry, don't have any. Stick around… I'll make you some fudge. What else?"

Sara didn't know whether to slap his face or laugh. She didn't have time, however, to do either. She was engulfed in his arms, her head pushed back as he covered her neck and shoulders with kisses. As the delicious surges of pleasure raced up and down her spine, she dropped the flowers and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him tighter to her body. His cock was throbbing against her belly – big, hard and meaty.

"I want you like this," he whispered. "Like two alley cats, fucking and thinking of nothing else but fucking. I've had the romance and it stinks. I want you physically, like two dogs who lock themselves together. And I'm going to take you… now like that!"

Sara's mind screamed in revolt, but her body could only obey his wishes. She bit down on his mouth like a striking snake, thrusting her tongue deeply between his teeth, her breath coming quick. She pushed her mound of pussy forward, knowing that only a thin piece material separated their bodies. She fumbled with his zipper and released his swollen cock. She was about to drop to her knees, to satisfy that horrible hunger in the back of her throat, but he held her.

"No," he said, grabbing the neckline of her dress.

He yanked down, splitting the material in two. After throwing the torn dress into a corner, he jerked her bra off, then ripped her panties away. His own shorts fell down his legs and he kicked them away.

"Like this," he said, pushing her to the plush carpet and climbing between her legs.

He was an animal now, caring for nothing but his own savage lust. Sara wanted to fight him, to rip her nails into his insolent face, to push him away – yet she found herself grunting with ecstasy. She spread her legs and humped, brushing the underside of his throbbing cock with her slicked-up cunt lips.

The touch was electric, almost sending her into a storm of orgasm.

"Fuck me!" she heard herself say. "Stick this big dick inside me and fuck me to pieces!"

"I will, you cocksucker," Greg moaned, licking down from her mouth to her large, taut tits. He parted his lips and bit down on the creamy-textured flesh, pulling her coral-colored nipples into his mouth. With one stabbing lunge, he drove his prick fully into her pussy. "I… I… unhhhh… will!"

Sara had thought his cock was huge when it was poking into her throat, but now it seemed gigantic! Her cunt lips were stretched apart almost to the breaking point as his shaft pierced her. She gave a cry of anguish, pleasure and pain mixing into one throbbing sensation.

"Give it to me!" she begged. "Goddamn you, you bastard, plow that cock in me and fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"All right, you cock-loving cunt," he winced, "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't walk right for a week!"

Sara had been fucked before, in various ways, but in comparison to what he was doing, the others were mere handshakes. Greg jerked her legs apart like a wishbone, then jammed them upward, crunching her knees into her armpits. As her ass rose in the air, he held her legs and shoulders with his hands and began pounding into her pussy with an emotion bordering rage. Each stroke came harder, faster than the last, until his small hairy ass was a flesh-colored blur. His teeth were sinking into her tits, sending pangs of torture into her lungs. His balls were slapping into the crack of her ass each time he crunched the base of his cock into her constricted pussy rim.

"Yes!" she screamed, holding fistfuls of his hair, pounding his face against her tits. "Yes! Just… like… this! Fuck… Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Her climax hit her with such tremendous force, she thought her backbone would snap. The pleasure peaked and stayed there for what seemed like an hour, ripping into every cell, each nerve of her entire body. She buckled, writhed, tore at his hair, threw her pussy up to meet his thrusts, wanting to devour him, to suck him inside and keep him there for him to become a part of her.

"Now, you fucking whore!" he spat, bringing his face up to hers. He clamped his lips around her mouth and dug his tongue fully into her throat, curling it over the roof of her mouth, into her cheeks. He bit down on her lips, drawing blood. "Take… it… now! Goddamn you! Unh! Unh! Take my cum!"

Sara's climax, which was slowly subsiding to gentle ripples, was now hammered back up to an unbelievable explosion of pure, raw ecstasy. The flooding wads of cum washed into her convulsing hole, totally filling up her insides. When the scalding liquid could find no more room, it began sloshing backward, washing around his spearing shaft, squirting from her cunt lips. A greasy, steamy stream of juice ran out, buring into her shitter.

"God!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion, "Fuck me! Fill me full! Shove it to me, you bastard! FUCK ME!"

Greg plowed into her pussy with a violence that even surprised himself. The more he brutalized her, the more she wanted. She met his savagery with a rage of her own, until their bodies molded into one writhing mass of flesh. Her cunt was like a vacuum, sucking on his cock, pulling him harder inside as if trying to draw out his brains. He banged the last of his load with his full strength, crushing his body over hers. A few seconds later, he relaxed, falling to his side, releasing her legs and shoulders.

Sara's eyes were closed, a million thoughts bursting in her wind. She had been raped, yet had consented to the act. Was that possible? Was it possible for two people to rape each other at the same time? She looked, over at Greg, wondering what he was thinking. From talk of music, flowers and romance, they had torn into each other's bodies exactly as he had said-two sex-crazed alley cats. She chided herself for not being angry, for not feeling guilty.

"How was that, Mr. Martin?" she asked finally, trying to sound more sarcastic than she did. "Is this what will be expected of me?"

"Don't be an ass," he whispered, his voice flat. "You know damn well you liked it as much as I did." He rolled over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, a move so gentle, so loving it caught her off guard. "Well, didn't you?"

"I can't figure you out," she said, melting once more in his embrace.

"You'll have plenty of time to do that," he interrupted, "We're going to New York tomorrow. And don't be silly and say no, because you know you will. You're mine now, you know that? You're mine."

"And are you mine?" she asked, her eyes flashing with anger.

"That depends," he said, cool as ever, "on how much of a woman you are."

"I'm a hell of a lot more woman than you can take care of," she said defiantly.

"Yeah? Prove it."

She pushed him to his back and straddled his waist, her face toward his feet. Slowly she nuzzled the crack of her ass over his rock-hard cock and leaned forward. Using both hands she aimed the end of his prick toward her dark tiny shitter hole and pushed it inside. Not giving him the pleasure of hearing her grunt with pain, she bit her lower lip, tears stinging her eyes. Wiggling her ass, she forced in more of his shaft until she felt the hairs of his crotch tickle her.

After his entire cock was inside her, she placed her fingers between his thighs and scooped his balls upward, poking them into her pussy. After they were lodged inside, she took his ankles and bent his knees, pulling his feet to her face.

Using only muscle contraction in her shitter canal, she sucked and massaged his cock while she darted her tongue between and over his toes. She pursed her cunt lips, locking his nuts inside her, giving them a warm bath with a combination of his cum and her own juices.

"Oh… God," Greg whispered, supporting himself on his elbows, working his hips up and down. "I've never had… it like… this. My God, Sara, I think I…"

Had Sara been listening and not concentrating on the delicious sensations in both her holes and the heady flavor of his feet, she might have been able to coax something out of him, something he'd never said before. He was weak just then, his mind filled with her beauty, the soft curve of her back, her tiny waist, the slopes of her plump tits as they dangled near her elbows. Instead, she licked more furiously, lapping up and down the soles of his feet, working her hips around, milking his cock, sucking on his balls with her steaming cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned feeling the hot intensity in her body become more urgent.

Barely placing any weight on her knees, she began lifting and lowering her ass slowly, working just enough of his trick in and out to jack him. His balls remained inside her pussy, barely tugging as she raised herself. She gave another moan, feeling them vibrate with a fresh load of hot cum.

"I… can't take much more of this," Greg gasped.

His body was aching, rippling with desire. He wanted nothing more than to throw her forward, to hammer his cock deeply into her shitter, but an unseen force seemed to hold him down. For the first time in his life he knew what it was like to be powerless.

"Fuck me faster," he said, his voice laced, with pleading.

Sara continued doing exactly what she had in mind, to drive him completely wild with torture. It was a delicious feeling, knowing that she now had him in total control, exactly as she had been only a few moments before. The idea made her shiver with growing anticipation. She chewed all the toes of his right foot into her mouth, then let his leg fall to the floor. She remained still for several seconds, then grabbed the backs of his knees.

"Now, you bastard!" she cried out, bending his legs. She slipped her feet just under her ass so that she squatted over his middle. "I'm going to fuck you so you won't walk right for a week!"

Greg watched fascinated, almost terrified, as she began slapping her ass up and down, drilling his cock in and out of her shitter. His nuts had flopped out of her cunt and now lay glued to the insides of his thighs from a thick residue of cum and pussy juice.

"Goddamn you!" he yelled, grabbing the carpet, his face contorted in pure agony. "F-fuck me, you whore! Jesus, do it!"

Just as he had used, had violated, he was now being used, violated. Sara, he knew, was concerned with only one thing – her own pleasure. His pleasure was merely incidental, and somehow it made the sensations even more powerful. His nuts began throbbing with life, the swirling masses of cum churning to blast through his tight, constricted sphincter muscle. He raised himself, hanging onto her jerking body, his hands cupping her flopping mounds of tit. He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, just the hint of his tongue over the delicate, perfumed flesh.

Sara pumped up and down furiously, her cunt about to burst with orgasm. Each time, his huge prod running in and out of her shit canal brought her closer, inching her to total ecstasy.

Finally it happened – her pussy exploded sending a liquid warmth throughout her body, making her flinch.

"Ohhhh!" she screamed, her pussy and shitter racked with hard, throbbing spasms of release.

And as she cried out, she felt his gushing climax blast into her hole, creaming her insides. Another wave of climax thundered inside her body.

"Baby, baby, baby!" Greg whispered, his cock emptying with quick jerks. He held her tits like a drowning man would grasp at a straw.

When they finally pulled apart several moments later, he held her fade in both hands, a wide grin on his lips. It was an unspoken admission of defeat. They both had conquered and won, each the spoils of the other.

"Will you go with me to New York tomorrow?" he asked.

"You know I will."

"What… that is, what would you like me to do now?" he asked.

"I think I would like some flowers… and some music now," she answered.

He looked around and gathered up the roses. He handed them to her and then turned the stereo up louder.

"You didn't bring an overnight case like I asked," he said, again looking around.

"I hadn't planned on staying," she said. "But I do now."