Free Maureen's Choice by Charles Arnold

her legs wide. He probed her opening. She took his cock in her hands and guided the grotesque head into her. She stared transfixed as his thick cock slowly entered her. When he’d sunk his cock fully into her, he remained still. He leaned down close to her face. “Think about it, Mrs. O’Donnel. The man you hate so much is inside you. His fat, ugly prick is buried way up inside your pretty white cunt. How’s that make you feel?”
    “Frightened,” she said, “but hot, very hot. Please Sam honey, fuck me. Let me cum.”
    He moved his hips slightly and slowly, “Don’t you fuckin cum till I tell you to.” He grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples.
    “I won’t Sam, I promise.” She tried to thrust up, but he wouldn’t let her. His cockhead was bent at such a downward angle, it rubbed places inside her vagina that no one else had, not even Travis. He continued to lean into her and force her to be still. He stopped moving entirely and pressed his full weight down on her while holding her wrists above her head.
    “Sam, please, honey….” she began.
    “Shut the fuck up!” he said. “Feel it inside you.”
    She nodded. His thick cock pressed against the sides of her passage. She imagined it there like a fat deformed eel. She could feel the slight pulse of blood as it coursed through the bulging veins of his prick. She could feel her own secretions oozing around it and leaking from her cunt. With his free hand he twisted one of her swollen nipples.
    “Oh God, yes!” she gasped, “like that…like that!”
    He let go of her hands and rolled her up and over until she was astride him. Before she could raise herself on his cock, he held her down on it refusing to let her move.
    “We gonna fuck but only if you yell, only if you yell loud. Let your wimp husband hear you yellin. Yell loud beggin me to let you cum. You got that?”
    She squirmed on his cock but he held her fast.
    But he’ll think you’re hurting me.”
    “Then you ain’t gonna get cunt fucked. You gonna suck me off. I’m gonna fuck your ass. You ain’t gonna cum.” Roughly he pushed her off his body and onto the floor beside the bed. She lay there trembling. He saw her reach between her legs. Quickly he got out of the bed and grabbed her arms. There was a cloth belt to her robe on the chair. He forced her arms behind her and tied her wrists together. She didn’t struggle. He lifted her onto the bed and, once more, placed her in a kneeling position between his spread legs. His cock was still hard. He stroked it. “If you gonna yell like I say, you can shove it back in your drippin cunt. You not gonna yell, get your mouth back on it and suck. It’s up to you.”
    Instead of answering him, she bent down and opened her mouth to take his cockhead. She tasted her own secretions on it and groaned. Lifting her head, she nodded. “I’ll do what you want. I…I…need you to fuck me…I need to cum.” He lifted her up and positioned her over his cock. “Sam, my hands, please untie my hands.”
    He held her with just the tip of his cockhead brushing her clitoris. “No,” he said, “it’s better this way. I can make you cum when I want you to cum. Now, when I let you down on my prick, I want to hear you make some noise.”
    Slowly, he lowered her until his cockhead was inside her, “Ahhh, I love it,” she said not much louder than a speaking voice.
    Quickly Sam lifted her off his cock. He waited several moments staring up at her angrily, “You got one more fuckin chance. I want to hear you yell for me to fuck you. Yell! You fuckin know what I mean?”
    She shook her head, “Yes, yes, I know, please Sam!” He started to lower her again and paused just as his cockhead disappeared inside her. “Please Sam honey!” she shouted, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” He let her down slowly until he was completely inside her but held her there, not allowing her to rise up. “I want it, Sam! Please, Sam, honey, I want your cock!” He lifted her