Linda shook her head, repelled at the idea of having his huge, hulking frame over her body, that… thing doing…

She couldn't even think about it. "No," she whispered to him, to herself. "Gonna tie you up like the pig you are and shove a hot wad of cum right up your pussy," Richard added.

Linda felt her knees go weak, but worse, her pussy began to tingle, almost like when she diddled herself at night. But that's impossible! It couldn't be happening, here, now.

Gathering the last of her courage, she took a deep breath and pushed past him, darting her head under his arm. On wobbly legs she fled down the hall, not looking back.

It was then she heard his dark laugh, like the snarling growl of a jackal.

"Oh… Richard, do it to me again," she whispered softly, again thinking of the incident in the hallway. She remembered the rough touch of his hand, the way his thing… his cock pulsated against her middle.

She lay back and spread her legs a little wider, then thrust her hips up in the air. As she did, she jabbed her fingers between her legs, separating the loose folds of skin that draped the crack of her pussy. When the sucking, pulling sensation grabbed at her fingertips, she felt another raw blast of pleasure. She closed her eyes and wondered if a cock could make her feel this good.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried out as another thundering spasm of ecstasy swept into her body. "Cock! Your… cock, Richard!"

What had he said? He would tie her up and fuck her. She could almost feel the rough hemp cut into her flesh, feel his large hands tearing at her body. And then… then…

A hot wad of cum boiling into her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" she panted, rubbing her toes over the loose lengths of rope at her feet. "Do it, Richard," she gasped. "Tie me up and fuck me. God, fuck me to…"