were covered in honey, but the sight no longer had the power to arouse him. It disgusted him that Bess was so free with her body to al ow the man such liberties, but he could not look away.
But that was not the only liberty the stranger intended to take. He fel to his knees and put his head under Bess’
skirts. Heaven only knew what he was doing under there, but whatever it was, it made Bess as shameless as the vil age whore. She threw back her head, letting her black hair fal over her naked back, and gave a strangled cry of ecstasy.
Whatever it was, he needed to know so he could put that same look of bliss on her face and make her cry out for him in the same way.
The sight of Bess taking such sensual pleasure, and the thought of one day being the man to give it to her, made his cock twitch in his breeches again. So caught up was he in the idea of learning the trick to making her cry in such a fashion, that not until the stranger had scrambled out from under Bess’ skirts did he realize that he had lost his chance to rush in and play the hero.
Bitterly did he regret it when he realized what was happening now. The stranger had his hand on Bess’ head, and was forcing her to her knees and thrusting his swel ing breeches toward her mouth.
Though her fingers seemed ready enough on the stranger’s buttons, she must be protesting inside, he was sure of it. Only a whore would reach into a man’s breeches like that and take his cock into her hands.
The stranger must be forcing her to do it. He must have threatened her with a dreadful punishment if she did not do exactly as he asked her to do, and pretend that she was enjoying it. Otherwise she would never have bent her head and licked along the side of his shaft and then taken him into her mouth.
Despite his recent pleasure, he was swel ing again.
Fumbling with his breeches, he took out his own cock, watching it grow with satisfaction. Though it was not as long as the stranger’s, stil it was thick and strong enough. Bess would find nothing wrong with him when he final y took her to his bed.
And then, when she belonged to him and had no thought of leaving him, he would make her take him into his mouth too, and suck on him as she was sucking on the stranger. He would punish her for acting the whore with stranger. He would punish her for acting the whore with another man by forcing her to do the same with him. He would degrade her and punish her out of love, to teach her her place.
Before he had had enough of these imaginings, the stranger sank to the ground, taking Bess with him.
He watched in fascinated horror, unable to move, as Bess got to her hands and knees on the ground, her ass up in the air in a lewd invitation.
The stranger flipped her skirts above her waist, giving Tim a glimpse, the merest glimpse, of round white buttocks and the thatch of hair that lay between her legs, and then he moved between her thighs, blocking the view.
Al Tim could see now was the stranger’s cock as it thrust in and out of Bess’ cunt. He was fucking her from behind like dogs fucked each other, using and abusing her body, degrading her. He was not loving her gently and reverently as a woman like Bess deserved to be loved, but fucking her hard and fast and making her cry out and buck her hips wildly, like they were both animals.
Though he was sickened at the sight of the stranger whoring his Bess, he was fascinated at the same time. He could not stop himself from taking himself in his hand once again and pumping his cock in time to the stranger’s thrusting. It ought to be him behind Bess, thrusting his cock into her slit. It ought to be his hands on her breasts, on her bel y, cupping her mound. It ought to be him biting her shoulder so hard that she screamed. It ought to be him.
And, for a moment, it was him, and the pleasure went to him with such a rush that his cum exploded a second time. His eyes closed and his seed
But that was not the only liberty the stranger intended to take. He fel to his knees and put his head under Bess’
skirts. Heaven only knew what he was doing under there, but whatever it was, it made Bess as shameless as the vil age whore. She threw back her head, letting her black hair fal over her naked back, and gave a strangled cry of ecstasy.
Whatever it was, he needed to know so he could put that same look of bliss on her face and make her cry out for him in the same way.
The sight of Bess taking such sensual pleasure, and the thought of one day being the man to give it to her, made his cock twitch in his breeches again. So caught up was he in the idea of learning the trick to making her cry in such a fashion, that not until the stranger had scrambled out from under Bess’ skirts did he realize that he had lost his chance to rush in and play the hero.
Bitterly did he regret it when he realized what was happening now. The stranger had his hand on Bess’ head, and was forcing her to her knees and thrusting his swel ing breeches toward her mouth.
Though her fingers seemed ready enough on the stranger’s buttons, she must be protesting inside, he was sure of it. Only a whore would reach into a man’s breeches like that and take his cock into her hands.
The stranger must be forcing her to do it. He must have threatened her with a dreadful punishment if she did not do exactly as he asked her to do, and pretend that she was enjoying it. Otherwise she would never have bent her head and licked along the side of his shaft and then taken him into her mouth.
Despite his recent pleasure, he was swel ing again.
Fumbling with his breeches, he took out his own cock, watching it grow with satisfaction. Though it was not as long as the stranger’s, stil it was thick and strong enough. Bess would find nothing wrong with him when he final y took her to his bed.
And then, when she belonged to him and had no thought of leaving him, he would make her take him into his mouth too, and suck on him as she was sucking on the stranger. He would punish her for acting the whore with stranger. He would punish her for acting the whore with another man by forcing her to do the same with him. He would degrade her and punish her out of love, to teach her her place.
Before he had had enough of these imaginings, the stranger sank to the ground, taking Bess with him.
He watched in fascinated horror, unable to move, as Bess got to her hands and knees on the ground, her ass up in the air in a lewd invitation.
The stranger flipped her skirts above her waist, giving Tim a glimpse, the merest glimpse, of round white buttocks and the thatch of hair that lay between her legs, and then he moved between her thighs, blocking the view.
Al Tim could see now was the stranger’s cock as it thrust in and out of Bess’ cunt. He was fucking her from behind like dogs fucked each other, using and abusing her body, degrading her. He was not loving her gently and reverently as a woman like Bess deserved to be loved, but fucking her hard and fast and making her cry out and buck her hips wildly, like they were both animals.
Though he was sickened at the sight of the stranger whoring his Bess, he was fascinated at the same time. He could not stop himself from taking himself in his hand once again and pumping his cock in time to the stranger’s thrusting. It ought to be him behind Bess, thrusting his cock into her slit. It ought to be his hands on her breasts, on her bel y, cupping her mound. It ought to be him biting her shoulder so hard that she screamed. It ought to be him.
And, for a moment, it was him, and the pleasure went to him with such a rush that his cum exploded a second time. His eyes closed and his seed
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