bed. Skirts rip easier, but it’s freezing outside
and jeans are warmer, and if I leave the belt off… jeans then.
Choosing a top was easier. Jenny put on a
white cotton shirt left over from her days as an office worker, and buttoned it
halfway up to show a hint of cleavage that she was sure John would appreciate.
Grabbing her hairbrush, she attacked her hair, and, with only minutes to spare,
decided to sweep it up into an almost-tidy ponytail.
It was exactly one o’clock when he rapped
on the door, but rather than wait for Jenny to come to greet him, John stormed
straight in, pointing at her. ‘Are those your old clothes?’
Without wasting time waiting for a reply,
John took hold of Jenny and propelled her forwards. Tipping her up so she was
half lying, half propped against the sofa, her jeans were off before she’d even
registered her position, the zip fly torn beyond fixing. Lost in a haze of momentum,
Jenny didn’t even notice her knickers coming down, but when she found them
later, the seams were neatly split down each side, as if the two pieces of
material had never been joined in the first place.
How
did he know that I have always wanted someone to treat me like this?
The blouse was next. John manhandled her
into a standing position, her back against his chest. Jenny felt dizzy as he
grabbed the opening of her top and heaved. Buttons flew in all directions as
the crisp fabric gave no resistance to his strength, and her bra was effortlessly
snapped at its sides, the clasp forgotten altogether.
Jenny’s mind spun at his erotic savagery
as, seconds later, her forehead was buried into the top of the settee cushions.
With her knees resting on the bottom of the sofa, and one of John’s knees firmly
angled into the small of her back, she was pinioned in place.
The sound of John’s belt buckle opening,
swiftly followed by the rip of a condom packet, gave Jenny’s brain just enough
time to leap ahead to what was going to happen next. Then her delivery man
grabbed her ponytail, yanking her neck back as far as it would go, pulling it
taut, while with his free hand, he spanked her butt with a single smarting
strike.
Jenny’s cry of surprise hadn’t finished
echoing around the otherwise silent room when John’s fingers found her
unprepared anus and opened her up as far as he could. He paused and she heard
him rasp spit onto his fingers, which he then delved in and out of her velvet
rim, lubricating her. Jenny’s stomach clenched as his eager digits widened her
hole. Then, with a strangled grunt, John crashed his sheathed cock inside her.
Screaming in shock, feeling as if someone
had just inserted lemon juice into her blood stream, Jenny struggled to hold
back the acute burn of agony as her skin stretched to accommodate him. Yet she
could still feel her back passage sucking greedily at his length in agonizingly
welcome pain. Biting into the soft cushions, afraid her teeth would rip the
fabric, she willed herself not to beg him to stop. Instead, Jenny repeated a long
neglected mantra in her mind: You can do
this. Any second now the hurt will go away, any second now something good will
take over, any second… Then it did, and the piercing sting was replaced
with a simmering, fiery heat.
‘Scream, you filthy girl,’ he commanded her. ‘You drive me
fuckin’ nuts.’
Finding her voice, Jenny yelled at John,
just as he had ordered. ‘You are beautifully fucking brutal!’ she cried.
Spurred on by her utterances, he tugged her
hair harder, using her ponytail like a rudder to steer her whole body.
Moulded against his chest, shuddering as he
tapped a work blunted fingernail over her clit, Jenny started to shake. The
moment he felt her begin to peak, however, John moved away, denying her the
last stroke she needed to come properly.
Robbed of her orgasm, Jenny’s head swam as
her panting body was flipped over so that she was flat on the floor. Disposing
of his condom, John began to wank furiously across
and jeans are warmer, and if I leave the belt off… jeans then.
Choosing a top was easier. Jenny put on a
white cotton shirt left over from her days as an office worker, and buttoned it
halfway up to show a hint of cleavage that she was sure John would appreciate.
Grabbing her hairbrush, she attacked her hair, and, with only minutes to spare,
decided to sweep it up into an almost-tidy ponytail.
It was exactly one o’clock when he rapped
on the door, but rather than wait for Jenny to come to greet him, John stormed
straight in, pointing at her. ‘Are those your old clothes?’
Without wasting time waiting for a reply,
John took hold of Jenny and propelled her forwards. Tipping her up so she was
half lying, half propped against the sofa, her jeans were off before she’d even
registered her position, the zip fly torn beyond fixing. Lost in a haze of momentum,
Jenny didn’t even notice her knickers coming down, but when she found them
later, the seams were neatly split down each side, as if the two pieces of
material had never been joined in the first place.
How
did he know that I have always wanted someone to treat me like this?
The blouse was next. John manhandled her
into a standing position, her back against his chest. Jenny felt dizzy as he
grabbed the opening of her top and heaved. Buttons flew in all directions as
the crisp fabric gave no resistance to his strength, and her bra was effortlessly
snapped at its sides, the clasp forgotten altogether.
Jenny’s mind spun at his erotic savagery
as, seconds later, her forehead was buried into the top of the settee cushions.
With her knees resting on the bottom of the sofa, and one of John’s knees firmly
angled into the small of her back, she was pinioned in place.
The sound of John’s belt buckle opening,
swiftly followed by the rip of a condom packet, gave Jenny’s brain just enough
time to leap ahead to what was going to happen next. Then her delivery man
grabbed her ponytail, yanking her neck back as far as it would go, pulling it
taut, while with his free hand, he spanked her butt with a single smarting
strike.
Jenny’s cry of surprise hadn’t finished
echoing around the otherwise silent room when John’s fingers found her
unprepared anus and opened her up as far as he could. He paused and she heard
him rasp spit onto his fingers, which he then delved in and out of her velvet
rim, lubricating her. Jenny’s stomach clenched as his eager digits widened her
hole. Then, with a strangled grunt, John crashed his sheathed cock inside her.
Screaming in shock, feeling as if someone
had just inserted lemon juice into her blood stream, Jenny struggled to hold
back the acute burn of agony as her skin stretched to accommodate him. Yet she
could still feel her back passage sucking greedily at his length in agonizingly
welcome pain. Biting into the soft cushions, afraid her teeth would rip the
fabric, she willed herself not to beg him to stop. Instead, Jenny repeated a long
neglected mantra in her mind: You can do
this. Any second now the hurt will go away, any second now something good will
take over, any second… Then it did, and the piercing sting was replaced
with a simmering, fiery heat.
‘Scream, you filthy girl,’ he commanded her. ‘You drive me
fuckin’ nuts.’
Finding her voice, Jenny yelled at John,
just as he had ordered. ‘You are beautifully fucking brutal!’ she cried.
Spurred on by her utterances, he tugged her
hair harder, using her ponytail like a rudder to steer her whole body.
Moulded against his chest, shuddering as he
tapped a work blunted fingernail over her clit, Jenny started to shake. The
moment he felt her begin to peak, however, John moved away, denying her the
last stroke she needed to come properly.
Robbed of her orgasm, Jenny’s head swam as
her panting body was flipped over so that she was flat on the floor. Disposing
of his condom, John began to wank furiously across
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