"Take it all off," he said. "I want to see what you've got."

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra and let her big tits spill out of the cups. She dropped the bra on the floor. She tried not to think about his eyes as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing her panties and shoes and she stopped before she went any farther. She didn't have the courage to pull her panties down her legs.

"All of it," he said, "or are you waiting on me to do it for you?"

She didn't want him doing it. Very quickly she stripped the flimsy panties down her gorgeous long legs and dropped them into the floor. She felt his eyes burning holes in her body. She raised her head and found him staring at the bushy black triangle between her legs. He rubbed the front of his trousers and she saw the thick bulge already formed.

"Baby," he said. "You are something else. Turn around slow. Let me look at that beautiful ass of yours!"

She did a slow turn for him, and all the time she could feel her face blushing hotly. She felt like a slave on the auction block and Brad was deciding if he wanted to buy her. He made her turn around two more times and all the time he licked his lips.

"You're a damn fine piece of ass," Brad said.

The next time she turned completely around and stopped. Brad had taken his trousers and shorts down. She was startled by the thick piece of meat that stood up between his legs. It was long and thick and had deep blue veins on the bloated cockhead. His fat cock reminded her of him.

"Now you just bend over the cot, baby," he told her. "I want you to just reach over and grab hold. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy doggie style."

She turned again and bent over from the waist. She felt wicked as she held onto the cot. She knew that he could see everything she had, and it was such a shameful position. She felt so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, to keep him from using her just as he desired.