Betrayal

Suddenly he was on top of her. For a moment Courtney was confused and scared for him. Had he collapsed? Did he have a heart attack?

And then she felt his hips thrusting awkwardly, his rubber cock stabbing against first her thigh, then roughly at the side of her vagina, just missing the tender mark by a hair.

"Mm yes ... Mm yes....knew you...wanted it..." He was gurgling in her ear now.

He was going to fuck her.

She tried to fight him off. She knew she was stronger than the old man but her hands became feeble. She felt like a child her useless hands drumming weakly against his shoulders.

His endless body hair, stretching from his throat to his crotch tore at her like rough velcro as he humped against her. One of his clawed hands was tangled in her hair, tearing at it painfully and tilting her head sideways. His other was crushing her breast in a vice like grip. It was as if he'd never felt a breast before.

And then suddenly her crotch blossomed into new pain as his awkward thrusting found its mark. He sank in to the balls and froze. He became so still she thought he again had a stroke or something. She tried to cry, tried to tell him to stop but instead all that came out was a mewling kind of moan. It snapped him back to life.

He began rutting into her sloppy wet cunt in jagged thrusts. His timing was strange, like he was so eager he couldn't keep a decent rhythm. He pushed his mouth against hers, and now his stubble tore at the delicate skin of her chin. His tongue was huge and cowlike. It jabbed into her mouth, filling it. His attempts to kiss were rough, a continued stabbing into her mouth with his thick tongue, like he was trying to fuck that as well. He drooled wildly and it began to build up around her chin. He tasted like burnt coffee and chicken.

His breathing was growing more and more ragged. Courtney knew what was coming. After only a few hours of this new torturous life she was already able to tell when a man was about to cum.

His wheezing grew faster and more high pitched. Finally his body spasmed then locked. She felt his twitching member inside her, dropping his ancient load inside her. She thanked the god she no longer believed in for the condom between them.

He laid on her for a moment longer, catching his breath but maintaining his wild grip on her hair and breast. Finally he pushed himself backward off her like she was a peiece of furniture.

He sprawled on the other side of the sofa, robe open grinning at her. She stared back, but more in shock. How could he betray her like this? He was supposed to help her! How could he take such advantage! And the way he looked at her, then and now. Not like she was Courtney his lovely assistant. Not even like a PERSON. Like....like a thing. Some thing to use. She wanted to scream and rage.

"Thank you. " she said meekly twisting to sit up as tug down her skirt and pull up her shirt.

"Heh...no problem. I think we both knew this was coming. No need to make some elaborate dramatic ploy..." He roughly tugged off the condom.

The latex receptacle has a healthy swarm of dirty yellowed semen floating in its reservoir tip. He began to toss it aside when she leapt up.

"No!!" She needed that!

Courtney grabbed it from his hand, quickly knotting the top like a balloon she dropped it into her bag. On weak knees she ran out the door, hearing her Uncle Jax yell behind.

"Don't be a stranger baby your Uncle Jaxus alwaaaaaaaays here."