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Susan's fingers clawed spastically into the fabric of the sofa as
Bartelli's thick cock stretched the walls of her anal passage until she thought
they must surely split. With her face buried in the seat cushions, she bit into
one of them to stifle the squalling cries she could not hold back, while the man
behind her grunted rhythmically, moving his hips in short but powerful thrusts,
each one ramming him a tiny bit farther into her tight little asshole.
"Hurt good?" Bartelli rasped, as Susan's muffled wails increased in
volume. "Answer me, bitch!"
"Nnnmmmm..." Her moaning reply conveyed an affirmative answer through
the sound of her pain.
"Yeah." He moved harder.
"Nnnhh...nnngghh...nnuhnngghh...NNNNUUMMMNNGGHHH..."
"You said it, baby." Bartelli stopped moving for a moment, panting a
little. "You got a great little ass, whore."
"Mnunhh...uunnhh...."
"You want more, huh? Sure you do." He chuckled. "Tell you what, though.
You got me up here to tie your hands, right? Well, I guess this is as good a
time as any." He reached a hand into his pocket and pulled out the length of
rope he had brought with him. "If I'm gonna tie you up for some other guy, it
might as well be with my cock up your ass. Right?"
Susan turned her head so that her mouth was no longer blocked by the
cushion. "Yes..." she gasped. Oh god, yes..."
"Let's have them, then. Put your hands back here."
"Ohh..." The panting girl slowly let go of the sofa fabric she was
clutching.
"Let's go, cocksucker." Bartelli emphasized his command with a sharp
thrust of his hips.
"Aaahh...yes..." Susan brought her trembling arms behind her. She
crossed her wrists and waited for the touch of the rope.
Bartelli wrapped the rope several times around her wrists, then tied it
securely. "How's that, Mrs. Garson?" he said sneeringly. "Tight enough?"
"Ohh...ooohhh...ohh it's good...oh god..."
"Kinky tramp," Bartelli grated, and thrust at her again. He kept it up,
moving harder than before, battering his way deeper inside her.
"Aaaahh...Ooohh...AAAHHH! AAAHH! AAAGHHH..." Susan buried her face in
the pillow again, but her cries were hardly muted now. Her body squirmed,
grinding her belly painfully against the sofa arm, and the fingers of her bound
hands clutched helplessly at the air.
Seeing that she was on the verge of climax, Bartelli reached beneath her
with both hands to find her dangling breasts. Thrusting still farther into her
ass, he pinched the nipples hard.
"NNGHHAAAAAAAHHH!!" Releasing the sofa pillow, Susan threw back her head
and screamed out her orgasm. Her spasming, twisting body made Bartelli's task
easier ass he attempted to bury his elephantine prick to the hilt in her
clutching rear passage. In turn, his progress added to her painful ecstasy,
setting off a further climax on the heels of the first.
Bartelli let go of her nipples and grasped her hips tightly, pulling at
them as he rammed himself all the way inside her. She gave a final cry and her
head dropped back to the couch seat, her shrieks diminishing into gurgling
moans.
Bartelli, his entire pole now planted firmly in Susan's ass, began to
pump himself back and forth, letting the tight grip of the stretched anal walls
jerk him off. His breathing became loud and harsh, mingling with the girl's
animal-like groans, which increased in volume as his relentless prick worked her
toward another climax.
But suddenly they both became still, their bodies frozen, startled by
another sound that had cut through the nosie of their passion.
The sound of the doorbell.
"Oh, my god!" Susan gasped. "It--it's eight o'clock! It must be the car!
Oh, no..."
Bartelli swore, and then unexpectedly broke into a laugh. "What the
hell," he chortled wildly. "The more the merrier." And then he yelled: "Come
in!"
