Free Forced to Submit by Cara Layton Page A

over the rounded mountains that were perched on her chest, his cock
started to twinge and rise.
    Sandy
could see the look in his eyes.  She stood up from her bed, reached behind her
waist, and unhooked the top loop of her billowy skirt.  The garment fell to the
floor at her feet, leaving her in only her corset and a thin pair of panties.
    Davin
looked over her body once again but said nothing.  After a long silence, Sandy
shifted her weight onto her right leg, forcing out the smooth curve of her lace-laden
hip.
    “Well?”
    “Well
what?”
    She
licked her rouge-stained lips.
    “Well do
you want to get fucked before you,” she cleared her throat, “before you really
get fucked?”
    The
swollen erection in Davin’s pants gave an obvious answer.  For a moment he was
taken aback by its solid persistence in spite of everything that was waiting
for him the next day.
    “What
the hell,” he muttered and stood up slowly, “maybe a little pick-me-up would do
some good.”
    Sandy
took his by the hand and pulled him in close to her.
    “That’s
the spirit.”
    She
reached down to his thick bulge and squeezed, releasing a swirling flurry of
tingling throughout his fit body.  The sensation made him almost feel like he
was melting into her touch.  Over the top of the rock-hard pinnacle, the crotch
of his denim had grown uncomfortably tight.
    As if
coming to the rescue, Sandy deftly unbuttoned his fly and allowed the throbbing
pole to spill out into her petite hands.  She immediately began to stroke it,
moving slowly at first.
    Davin
groaned and wedged his hand between the tight corset and her undulating
breasts, where he found one of her already hardened nipples.  He closed his
eyes and toyed with her as she did the same for him.
    Within
minutes of groping each other, the pair had stripped down to nothing but bare
skin.  Their movements were frantic, sending clothing flying every which way.
    Once
naked, Sandy ran her hands through her copper locks and smirked before shoving
Davin back onto her tiny bed.  The ancient springs creaked menacingly under the
weight as she crawled up over him.  She stopped only once her already moist
folds were rested on the slight curve of Davin’s shaft.
    “Here,”
she said as she pulled a condom out from under her pillow.
    Davin
quickly grabbed it, tore it open and rolled it down over himself.  Within
moments of securing the rubber, Sandy lowered her body down onto his rock-hard
member.  She immediately started to bounce up and down, her moans growing with
each pass.  Davin reached out to her swaying breasts and gripped them tightly.
    After a
few minutes, Sandy leaned over and pressed her tits against his face.  He
grabbed each one and took turns licking her perky, large nipples.
    “Wait,”
he said to her.
    She
sighed, “What?”
    Davin
shoved her off of him and onto the bed.
    “Bend
over.”
    Sandy
bit her lip and moaned softly as she took up a position on all fours.  Davin
was right behind her and shoved his cock into her channel right away.  He
forced the top half of her body down onto the bed, pinning her right where he
wanted.
    Without
mercy he pounded into her until he felt the familiar twinge of an orgasm
looming.  He curled his fingers against the soft skin on her back and slapped
inside of her a few more times before his dick exploded his hot seed into the
rubber.
    As he
watched the prostitute climb up from the bed and start to dress again, he
couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.  The sensation was a
welcome one, however, as it served to strengthen his resolve to accomplish the
impossible.
    Once
both of them dressed, Sandy took out another cigarette and offered one to him.
    “Oh,” he
waved his hand, “no.  I know how much those things cost.”
    Sandy sipped
one out of the plain white package and forced it between his lips.
    “Don’t
worry.”  She was regarding him like a man on the way to be hanged, “It’s the
least that I could