Forced Into Sex
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by C. K. Ralston
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: A wild past has come back to haunt twenty-five year old beauty Haley Anders. A wild party girl in college, Haley has turned her life around with a move all the way across the country to Washington, DC, a challenging job with a prestigious firm, and a solid, if somewhat dull boyfriend. Now someone has unearthed a number of film clips from her sex-orgy days on campus and is emailing them to her, threatening to expose her to her staid, conservative boss if she doesn't do exactly what her blackmailer wants: Haley, naked and willing! He wants her to do whatever he commands her to do, to whomever he forces her to do it with, whenever he wants. Will she refuse and see her new life ruined, or will she accede to his demands and keep her career on track at the cost of her self-respect and dignity? Another C. K. Ralston scorcher!
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [286 KB]
Reading time: 186-261 min.
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I really should check my e-mail once more before I leave, Haley Anders told herself conscientiously, emitting a long, frustrated sigh.
It was already a little past five-thirty on a Friday evening and her work day had technically ended at five o'clock, but things rarely ran on schedule at McPherson, Carson, Trimble & Brown, so she was used to staying past quitting time. There was no such thing as paid overtime for bright, hard-charging, assistant public relations specialists at one of the most influential and prestigious lobbying firms in the nation's capitol -- not if you wanted to get ahead.
Haley was always ready to do more than her share in hopes of landing that next big promotion. She brushed her long auburn tresses out of her way, tossing the wavy locks back over the shoulders of the utilitarian, career-girl brown suit she wore as she sat down at her desk once more and clicked on the icon to bring up her e-mail screen one last time today. She heard the telltale ping of new mail and was briefly glad she had given in to her obsessive side and checked it again. She hated to leave potentially important mail unopened, especially on a Friday, when a piece of vital correspondence might have languished unanswered over an entire weekend.
There was only one item from an address Haley was not familiar with, but that was a regular occurrence at her firm. It was labeled simply "Hello", so she clicked it open and read it.
Inside was a short note: "You have a communication at home, on your personal computer, that will change your entire life. Read it! Heed it!" It was enigmatically signed "Your New Best Friend."
Haley shrugged and angrily deleted the document. Probably some new marketing campaign designed to sell who knows what. She was miffed to have wasted yet another few minutes of her Friday night screwing around with some marketing geek's pathetic attempt to interest her in whatever kind of hair conditioner, court-reporting school, or automobile he was hyping as a life-changing miracle product.
Gathering up her purse and kicking out of her heels, she slipped into the athletic shoes she kept in the second drawer of her desk and ran for the elevators, carrying the heels and purse. She had promised to meet her usual Friday night happy-hour crew of coworkers -- Ellie, Sue, and Bridget -- for drinks forty minutes ago and she could already hear their teasing comments about giving M C T&B far more than its money's worth of her time.
"So, what is on the agenda for later tonight, Haley?" Bridget asked, clearly feeling little pain after the three drinks she had inhaled while waiting for Haley to join them for their usual get together at Trino's. The trendy cocktail lounge and restaurant not far from Lobbyist's Row, which was the real seat of power in Washington, D. C. "Another fun filled night of hanging out at home with Mr. Excitement, Roy?"
Bridget was a short, bordering on too plump, bottle blonde who worked in accounting on the same floor as Haley. She was quick-witted and fun to hang out with, until she had one too many of the vodka martinis she favored. After that, her pointed tongue sometimes became a little too sharp and biting.
"Roy is out of town on a sales call. He'll be back tomorrow morning," Haley answered primly, sipping a little of her own vodka and tonic. "He's taking me to a Nationals game tomorrow afternoon."
Bridget laughed contemptuously. "God! Only Roy would think an afternoon baseball game with the fucking Nationals constituted a date. That team couldn't beat their own meat if they had printed instructions with diagrams."
She looked at Haley and shook her head, finishing her martini. "God, Haley! This guy is so lame! Why on earth is a cutie like you dating Roy?"
Haley realized she had started the evening too many cocktails behind Bridget to take this kind of ribbing with aplomb. She felt her face reddening and nursed at her own drink, trying not to rise to the bait.
"Why are you always on my case about Roy?" she blurted after a few more long moments of silence, finally losing her battle for control. "He's a really nice guy!'
Bridget laughed and waved her empty glass at a passing waitress, indicating she wanted a refill on the powerful cocktail. She leaned over the four-place, elevated cocktail table where they sat and smiled a bit drunkenly at Haley.
"Because you could do so damned much better, if you'd only let yourself! Look at you! You're twenty...what? Maybe twenty-five years old? You're beautiful, especially if you'd break down and get some contacts and ditch those ugly glasses you insist on wearing. You've got this huge mane of gorgeous reddish-brown hair, an ass that most girls would die for, and what appears to be a great rack under those frumpy, no style suits you fill your closet with! What are you doing with a left-footed, stumbling, bumbling non-entity like Roy?"
Ellie, a dark-haired secretary who was also cursed with big glasses and displayed an earnest, eager-to-please smile most of the time, waved her hand in front of the intense blonde, as though calling her off. "Hey, Bridge? We get together for drinks on Fridays to unwind from the week ... not to verbally flambe each other's butts, okay?"
Bridget turned toward Ellie and glared. The waitress brought her martini just then and she grabbed it and defiantly downed most of the short, potent drink in two big swallows.
"Butt out, Ellie!" she said angrily. "I'm trying to save a girl's life here. No one who's as cute as Haley should be hanging out with a big bucket of tepid ... oatmeal like Roy!"
Ellie looked over helplessly at Sue, a perky brunette co-worker of Bridget's in accounting who did not like confrontations either. Sue shrugged. "I really would have liked to just kick back and relax a little more tonight but I don't find this very relaxing! Let's get Bridget out of here and head home, okay, guys? I think she's had plenty!"
Bridget sat back unsteadily on her tall stool, looking properly chastised at last. She put both palms on the table and smiled the way people who are drunk always smile when they're trying to pass for people who are not drunk.
"Thasss okay! I'm fine! I won't drink anymore after this one! You girls go ahead and order another round and we'll just chat nicely ... no more Roy talk, okay?"
The other three friends looked at each other doubtfully. "Okay, Bridge," Ellie said finally, "but one more big rant out of you and the evening is over, all right?"
Bridget smiled crookedly and sipped demurely at what was left of her martini. The other girls hesitantly decided to give her a second chance and ordered another round for themselves when the waitress returned. Surprisingly enough, Bridget really seemed to be okay with not having any more to drink. They talked amiably about what was happening in the office and in D.C. in general until happy hour ended and the four of them walked outside together.
After splitting the cost of a cab home, Haley eased her key into the lock of the front door to her small, one-bedroom apartment. She dropped her coat, purse and dress shoes onto a chair near the front door and went into the tiny kitchen to heat up a microwave dinner, stopping to pour a big glass of red wine as she looked through her mail and waited for the dinner to heat. Midway through dealing with the mail, she switched on her computer and started to check her e-mail, but the microwave bleated and she decided to have dinner first.
Eating dinner first may have not been such a good idea, she thought bleakly as she sat in front of the computer twenty minutes later, a second glass of wine in her hand, staring thunderstruck, at the image on the screen of her thirteen-inch monitor.
The drinks, dinner, and the first glass of wine were all suddenly roiling around in her stomach as if they were deciding whether to stay down or leave abruptly, as she watched the tape playing on her screen. Haley shuddered and drank more of the wine, hoping she could talk herself out of puking.
The girl on the screen was clearly Haley, but she was the Haley of four or five years ago. The thick auburn hair was shorter, barely coming to her neck, and her spectacle-free face closely resembled the one featured in the yearbook from her senior year of high school.
The brown, soulful eyes, flecked with gold were identical as well, except that the eyes of the girl on the screen were half closed in the obvious grip of sexual passion. The onscreen girl's large, beautiful breasts were bared, as was the rest of her lush, barely post adolescent body, and she was joyfully riding up and down on the erection of some college hottie whose face was conveniently out of the frame of the on looking video camera.
--Tears started to form in Haley's eyes as she watched the drugged-out, drunken girl at the fraternity party cavort merrily atop the unknown boy's massive cock. She took another comforting swallow of her wine as she watched a second boy step into the scene, his hand flying up and down his rigid hard on as he watched Haley and his fraternity brother noisily fucking each other, the top of his body also conveniently out of the picture so he couldn't be identified.
"Get yourself a big tummyful, you hot little bitch!" the masturbating boy yelled excitedly, presenting his large prick to the Haley, who was still enthusiastically riding his friend.
The girl onscreen immediately turned toward him, opened her mouth and sucked in every last centimeter of the second boy's ready-to-explode cock. Her tongue was clearly visible on the videotape as it swirled hungrily around the shaft while it penetrated her mouth again and again. The boy being fellated must have been pumping himself and watching the couple for quite a while before stepping into the shot, because after only a short time inside Haley's eager lips, he roared joyously as he orgasmed, the camera catching her throat working, swallowing.
The lurid video record of her wild college days wasn't done quite yet, though. As Haley looked at the computer screen through gathering tears, she saw the cameraman zoom downward, getting a very nice close up of the other boy's semen purling back out of her as she continued to glide her pussy up and down his spurting manhood, milking every drop from it. He panned back up and recorded the standing boy's sated member dropping from her cream-lined lips. As the obviously experienced camera operator zoomed in once more, the Haley onscreen leaned forward and obligingly opened her mouth, giving the camera an incredibly sexy, proud-of-her-own-sluttiness smile, her tongue swirling the small lake of come from side to side. With a sultry wink, she swallowed it for the camera then opened her lips again so everyone could see it was all gone and what a naughty little come-gobbler she was as the scene faded to black...
The really pathetic thing about that clip is that most girls could tell you exactly what party that was taken at. Haley thought sadly. As if most girls would ever have done the perverted things shown on this video or let themselves be filmed doing them in the first place. But, even if they had, the taping would probably have been such a big deal in their lives there would have only been one party where someone could have possibly shot a clip like that with them in it.
Haley drank the rest of her wine and wiped the tears from her eyes. The only thing she could say for sure about the snippet of video was that it had been shot on the bed in the biggest upstairs bedroom of the Delt's house. She recognized the wallpaper and the rundown furniture in the background. The bulk of the films she had always feared were out there somewhere, taken at the dozens of parties she had attended while in college and where she had usually ended up doing exactly what this video showed her doing -- or worse -- had been shot at the Delt's place.
She closed out the movie player and went back to the original e-mail, her stomach tightening again as she read the short note accompanying the attached video clip.
Enjoy this little remembrance from your coed days. We have literally hundreds more to choose from. We will be in touch soon with some instructions for you. Don't even think about ignoring them or we will send a copy of this and a few other choice pieces of film to Jonas McPherson -- you know he'd love watching them, don't you?
Your New Best Friend
She felt her stomach turn over again. Jonas McPherson was the founding partner of the firm where she worked and, though he was semi-retired and rarely came into the office anymore, he still had tons of clout within the organization bearing his name. He also had a reputation as a Bible-thumping, archconservative, stiff-necked tyrant who brooked absolutely zero moral mistakes from employees.
People who knew Jonas McPherson--whom Haley had never met and had no desire to ever come into contact with let alone be called in front of for breaches in the company's morals code -- said his personal politics were just to the right of the John Birch Society's. Supposedly, Jonas McPherson thought the most extreme Baptist fundamentalists were on the right track, but not severely restrictive enough in their thinking to suit him.
"The best I could hope for would be that one look at one of my tapes would cause old Jonas' heart to seize up before he could fire me!" said Haley under her breath.
She had a thought. She wasn't a true computer nerd but, like most children who had been raised with them, Haley had a passing familiarity with systems, and hardware, and how everything interacted. She spent a hopeful five minutes attempting to find out where this e-mail had originated.
Her spirits sinking again, she reluctantly turned off the PC and headed for her bedroom. Whoever these guys were ... their computer skills were far better than hers. She hadn't been able to discover anything about who they were or what they wanted.
Haley was so low the next morning when she awoke from a fitful, tossing-and-turning night she almost called her boyfriend, Roy Bronson to cancel their date for the baseball game that afternoon. She agonized about it then finally decided that even an afternoon full of bland, nice-but-not-exciting Roy, watching the Nationals getting their heads handed to them by whomever they were playing today, would be better than sitting at home, re-watching that awful film clip a dozen times and waiting for new, incriminating e-mail to show up.
She knew that was exactly what she would do if she stayed home. She had gotten up twice last night, after starting awake from various nightmares revolving around Jonas McPherson and that video, then gone back into the front room to reboot the computer, check her mail, and sit once again through the agonizing ninety seconds of shameful film.
After making herself some coffee, Haley wandered over to the cupboard in the kitchen where she kept her limited supply of hard liquor. She was so depressed by what was happening to her she seriously considered pouring a big shot of whisky into her cup.
No, I will not start drinking and drugging again. I've come too far and accomplished too much to do that to myself. I'm stronger than that. I've proved it over the last three years.
Haley strode resolutely back into the bedroom and forced herself to pick out a cute outfit to wear to the ballgame. She was going to deal with this, she told herself. Just the way she had dealt with that miserable, wretched, drug and booze-addled party girl she had let herself become during her somewhat blurry college years.
Roy knocked on Haley's front door just past noon. She gave her outfit one last glance in the mirror, noting with satisfaction that it was cute without being showy, attractive without being too sexy ...just like her boyfriend.
"Hey, gorgeous. You look fantastic." Roy beamed when she opened the door for him.
He stood awkwardly in the doorway, taking her in as he always did, the "you look fantastic" greeting being his standard reaction to seeing her. She doubted he even realized he always said the exact same thing when she answered the door.
At six-foot, one, Roy was tall but sort of "blocky" and nondescript in appearance. Today he was wearing a beige, short-sleeved polo shirt with an inexpensive tan sport coat over it along with baggy, dark-brown slacks. He worked out religiously at the gym, but it didn't show. Even naked, in bed with Haley, he looked very ordinary, not fat but not really defined either, just sort of ... Roy.
Haley was wearing a pair of flat-soled, blue Keds that complimented her light blue, sleeveless glam jumpsuit, so she had to go slightly up onto her tiptoes to reach up and give him a light peck on the lips by way of welcome. She balanced herself by throwing her left arm around his neck as she bussed him.
"Did you buy tickets already?" she asked brightly, trying desperately to shed the air of sadness and despair that had gripped her all morning.
"Nah! Our boys aren't winning enough games to worry about getting tickets beforehand," Roy laughed, putting his arm around Haley and drawing her to him. "We can walk right up and buy seats pretty much wherever we want."
Roy's confident words proved to be accurate. After a short drive to the ballpark in his five-year-old Chevy, they were able to take their pick of seating at the one o'clock opener of a double header with the Braves.
Roy, being Roy, proceeded to buy mid-range tickets in an area overlooking the baseline between home plate and third. They weren't the best tickets available by any means, but they weren't the cheapest either. Like him, they were middle-of-the-road.
The beer guy came around and Haley found herself telling Roy that a cold beer sounded good. She usually didn't drink alcohol when they came to ballgames, but all the uneasiness and apprehension that the bombshell of an e-mail had caused within her was still there, no matter how hard she tried to push it from her thoughts. While a beer wasn't going to solve her problems, she didn't see how it could hurt.
What the hell, Haley thought as she gulped down the cold, refreshing beer. I'm going to get tipsy at the game, and then I'm going to slug down some wine with dinner and maybe a nightcap or two before bed. Then I'm going to give poor, unsuspecting Roy a time in the bedroom he'll never forget. I'm tired of being worried and scared and uptight. I'm going to let the kitty out of its cage tonight and have some fun for a change.
Excusing herself twice during the relatively short game -- the Nationals couldn't seem to buy a hit all day and the score quickly went lopsided in the Braves' favor -- to go to the ladies room "because of the beer". Haley went to the restroom, but she also stopped off at the beer stand and bought herself two more big brews, which she chugged down before returning to her seat. She had Roy buy her still another before the game finally staggered to a conclusion, Washington losing five to nothing. By the time they made their way to the car, Haley was leaning heavily on Roy, pressing her big breasts "accidentally" against his arm as he supported her, kissing him on the neck a few times.
"Are you staying over tonight, darling?" she asked him as he unlocked the car door.
"Uh ... yeah ... I thought I would if ... you know ... if it's okay?" Roy said shyly, going around to get in the driver's seat.
So typically Roy, She told herself as they started the short trip from the park back to her apartment. We dated for three months before he finally slept with me the first time, and even then I had to make the first move or we'd probably still be kissing goodnight in the hallway. Now we've been having sex for the past year and he stays over practically every weekend and sometimes a night or two during the week but he still doesn't just assume it's going to be okay.
Haley shook her head and smiled inwardly. Well, wasn't that what had first attracted her to him ... the fact he didn't have a dominant bone in his big, unspectacular body?
That's what I was looking for and that's exactly what I got. I wanted a certain kind of man -- not too cute, not too confident, a guy who was controllable, non-assertive.
She looked over at Roy, concentrating on his driving because he'd had two beers himself over the course of a three-hour game. He was twenty-eight years old, yet she had been the one to give him the very first oral sex he'd ever had in his entire life.
He was a normal guy -- he'd daydreamed and fantasized about some girl or woman going down on him since he had been twelve, he had admitted to her later, but he'd never been confident enough or forceful enough with any girl he'd ever dated before her to get her to do so. He'd been laid a number of times, but he'd never experienced oral sex before meeting Haley.
She had a wistful smile on her face as they pulled up in front of her apartment, remembering the exact circumstances of Roy's very first blowjob. They'd been making out passionately, in preparation for the quick trip into her bedroom to consummate their evening. Haley's blouse had long vanished, along with her bra, and Roy had been avidly kissing her spectacular breasts, her skirt undone, one big hand caressing her mons, a thick finger sluicing in and out of her juicy slit as they alternated between hot, tongue-filled kissing and his mouth on her nipples.
"Here, let's get this big guy out too and let him join the party!" Haley had suggested as she unzipped him. She'd been more aroused that particular night than usual by Roy's kisses and his somewhat heavy-handed caresses.
She had been flattering her boyfriend shamelessly when she called his cock a "big guy". It was very average, about six inches when it was fully engorged, and not particularly thick.
Closing her fist around it that night, she had kissed him hungrily and jerked him a few times, drawing a moan of pure arousal from her relatively inexperienced lover. She remembered thinking, as she broke off the kiss and looked down at his throbbing member..."he's so excited by my kisses and playing with my big tits... I wonder what he'd do if I kissed junior, here, for him?"
Feeling mischievous, Haley had abruptly leaned over his lap and sensuously kissed his mushroom-shaped tip, letting her tongue ease out of her mouth and lick all around his oozing slit as she did so. Poor Roy had reacted as if she'd stuck a cattle prod up his bunghole and flicked it on.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, dear God, Haley. What ... what are you doooooooing?" he'd wailed, his cock jerking like crazy beneath her lips.
Is it possible, she had wondered disbelievingly, that a twenty-something-year-old man like Roy has never had a blowjob?
Deciding to find out, Haley had shifted around on the couch and gotten down onto her knees between Roy's legs, yanking down his slacks and boxers until they lay in a pile around his shoes. She had guided his hands to her nipples as she took one of his modest-sized nuts in each hand and began to massage them gently, still lightly kissing his cockhead.
"Play with them nice, Roy darling, and I'll do something for you that you'll really, really like," she had promised, giving him a sexy smile.
With that, she had opened her lips and sucked all of him inside, swirling her tongue around his sensitive flesh pole as she moved her head up and down over it. Roy shivered with delight and moaned helplessly, his fingers closing over her nipples with an involuntary shudder.
"Oh! Oh, Haley! That feels ... oh, God! It feels so incredible!"
Haley had smiled to herself and sucked harder, moving her head faster. The poor guy hadn't lasted more than thirty seconds, that first time. Just as she was getting her rhythm and really starting to enjoy the sensation of her lips gliding up and down his hot, slick flesh, Roy had whimpered and clutched frantically at her hair.
"Darling, stop! Oh, Haley, I ... I can't! Aggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Roy had screamed, trying to pull her lips from his exploding cock.
Haley had calmly swallowed, let her mouth fill again, then swallowed once more; savoring the taste of the first mouthfuls of semen she'd had in more than three years. Her head never stopped its slow, easy, up and down stroke, her tongue caressing every last spurt of Roy's rapidly deflating prick. She licked off the last little dribble and gulped it down, smiling up at him like a schoolgirl who knows she's done something extremely naughty as she swallowed it.
"So ... did you like that, darling?" she had whispered.
"It was ... oh, Jeez, Haley, it was fantastic!" he sighed happily, then quickly went from ecstatic to embarrassed. "I tried to warn you ... I didn't mean to ... you know!
"It's okay, sweetie. I liked doing it for you!" She had grinned at up him. "It's okay that you came in my mouth. That's the way it's supposed to work."
Roy had given her a look that a man might flash had he suddenly discovered a solid gold bar sticking out of a pile of coal. She got to her feet and took his hand. "Come on, honey, let's go in the bedroom and see if I can get this big thing hard again, all right?" she had said, pulling him up off the couch. "I don't mind swallowing it for you once in a while, for a little treat, but I want this big boy right where he belongs before the night is over!"
Roy had followed her, trudging along with his slacks and shorts around his shoe tops, like an entranced, shackled mouse behind the Pied Piper, and had been totally hers from that moment on. She doubted he even so much as looked at another girl since then.
"Well, here we are," Roy said, breaking into her reverie as he parked the Chevy at the curb in front of her apartment.
Ever the well-mannered gentleman, he shut off the engine and went around to open the door on her side. Helping her from the car, he locked up and escorted her to the entrance.
"How about a quick nightcap before we get into bed?" Haley suggested as they stepped inside her apartment.
She turned and put both arms around his neck, looking up at him with her big, expressive brown eyes, their gold flecks dancing in the soft light of a single lamp across the room. He smiled down at her warily.
"What's gotten into you tonight, Haley?" he asked with a little smile. "You seem ... I don't know ... different somehow."
"I'm horny tonight!" she admitted to him with her own teasing little grin. "Those beers made me feel kind of loose and crazy. I want to have a little drinky then I want to take you in the bedroom and suck that big cock of yours like it was a giant lollipop. Then I'm gonna' fuck your lights out, mister!"
"J-Jeezus, Haley!" Roy stammered, shocked by her language and obvious desire.
Damn that fucking e-mail! Slightly drunken Haley chided herself angrily. I've got to watch myself! I'm starting to act like my old self again ... the girl from that video clip. I'm shocking poor Roy out of his socks here.
"I ... I'm sorry, baby!" she whispered to assure him, rubbing her palm against his cheek. "It's just that sometimes ... you turn me on so much I can't control myself!"
Roy beamed, turning slightly red. "I ... I do?
No, you really don't. Most times you barely manage to turn me on at all, Roy. But sleeping with you is better than being alone. At least you're a warm body and basically, a nice man. You can't help it if you're not exactly Mr. Excitement.
"Come on, darling. I've got some nice brandy in the kitchen," she said aloud. "Let's have a little of that then cuddle up in bed and see what happens."
"Holy God, Haley!" Roy was screaming in ecstasy an hour later.
She was atop him, riding his cock with slow, hard lunges, burying it in herself with each pass, her eyes half closed in gathering passion, her pussy boiling over around his hard prick. She had blown him earlier, when they'd finished their two brandy's each and made their way into the bedroom, kissing and stroking each other, and he had surprised her by coming like a fountain between her eagerly sucking lips, filling her mouth four times with come before finally going soft.
Now it was her turn to surprise him, sliding her tight, juicy lower lips up and down his throbbing cock, pressing him against her clit with each thrilling thrust. She alternated between giving him long, languid tongue-kisses then straightening back up to feed him her pulsing nipples, first one then the other.
"Oh, Haley! You're driving me crazy!" Roy groaned happily. "You're so sexy tonight. So incredibly hot!"
Haley knew it. She had come sweetly as she sucked him off and swallowed his big load, her own fingers dipping into her super-wet slit, diddling her erect clit as she gulped down his hot, slippery goo. She'd reveled in every second of it. But it hadn't been nearly enough for her. She was still burning with the need for more orgasms.
She had used her arousing kisses and tiny licks to reanimate his limp cock in nothing flat after that first gushing come. She had sucked his nipples, hidden amid his wiry chest hair, and licked her way down his tummy to his spent prick, lapping and kissing and sucking until he was soon moaning with need and hard again!
"Do you like my little pussy, darling?" she teased him, whispering as he eagerly gobbled her big breasts. "Is it tight and hot and wet for my baby's big, hard dick?"
Roy quivered under her, holding on for dear life as she tantalized him with her sexy, purring voice. She'd never been this way with him before. She'd never let this side of her personality blaze forth to excite him so ferociously before tonight. She knew that poor, inexperienced Roy had never been with a girl like her before ... fucking the dear man within an inch of his sheltered life with the naughty, provocative, sensual Slut-Haley side of her that she normally kept tightly bottled up inside her.
"Fuck me!" she urged him in that same low, cooing voice that was driving him mad with lust. "Oh, baby! Fuck my hot pussy with that big boy of yours. Flood me with your jizz, Roy."
Roy's eyes opened wide and he bit down helplessly on her left nipple, shaking under her as if someone had shoved his big toe into a light socket. He moaned almost as if he were in pain then she suddenly felt his come splashing up into her, its hot essence spilling back out onto her swollen clit.
"Oh, Roy, you hot stud!" she cried out, orgasming hard while the steamy jizz bathed her sensitive nubbin as she continued to ride him. "You're making me come so good! Oh, your big cock is making my pussy go off so nice, baby."
Roy gasped and came even harder inside her. She watched his eyes roll back into his head and wondered, briefly, if she hadn't laid it on too thick. Was the poor guy having a heart attack on her?
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, Haley!" he shouted joyously. "I've never had sex like this! Oh, I'm coming so hard in you, darling!"
Relieved, Haley leaned down and caressed his temple with her fingertips, still riding him, working every last drop of semen out of his sated balls. She kissed his forehead and grinned down at him.
"How was that, handsome?" she asked softly. "Did you like that?"
Roy looked up at her as if he had just discovered himself in bed with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. He looked like a man who would cheerfully dive headfirst off the nearest cliff onto a pile of boulders if she asked him.