He makes her want it

Usher watched Lisa snuggle herself down underneath his filthy blankets with a smirk, reaching in to pull the soaked rag of a towel from her, leaving her delectably naked.

"You dont need that love, you'll catch your **** hugging on to that wet old thing all night." He said, his hand lingering beneath the blankets to comfortingly stroke at her bare leg, her body still shivering. "Oh dearie, you're freezing!" He exclaimed, the concern in his tone clearly a mockery to anyone even slightly mentally aware. Unfortunately for Lisa she was not, only able to grunt her agreement in her drunken haze as the latest dose of hooch coursed through her veins.

Noting her lack of protest, Usher continued to rub Lisa under the pretext of warming her up, slowly working his way up to her thigh and eventually to her hip, occasionally reaching back to cup her ass. All the while the man gazed into her half lidded eyes, Lisa's stare suggesting she was only semi conscious although, to his surprise a smile formed upon her lips.

"Feels better, doesn't it love? Here, let me help you properly." He said, kicking off his boots and sliding himself under the covers to press himself against her. Despite his recent exertions and even though he was still clothed, the feeling of her soft, naked body against him caused his thick, veiny cock to instantly stiffen to full rigidity inside his trousers. He had to fight the urge to take her there and then, roughly... instead resolving to bide his time.

Their faces close now, he whispered to her in a soothing, hushed tone as he continued to rub her. "Nothing like sharing a little body heat to fight off the cold, is there love? Not once jack frost has bit ya." He grinned at her as she stared back at him, not reacting to the increasingly sexual touching, the stench of his stale, **** laced breath or his sweaty odour.

He lay with her for several long moments, stroking and rubbing her until he felt her relax, her shivering long gone and her body radiating warmth. Propping himself up on his elbow, he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, a caring gesture that he hoped distracted while his other hand began to snake its way between her thighs. Amazingly, he met no resistance and Lisa's legs even parted slightly at his touch. Usher wasted no time in sliding his rough, calloused hand between the soft flesh and he couldn't supress a satisfied grunt of triumph as he felt the cowgirl bend to his will.

"Mmm, there we are love... I can tell you're feeling better already." He whispered, raising himself up on his elbow slightly as he guided her to her back. Again she offered no resistance, merely moaning something incoherent as she repositioned, the act fully exposing herself to Usher as her legs spread wider. Usher of course took the opportunity to slide his hand further up, closer to his prize.

"How's your noggin, dearie?" He asked, peering down at her. Again a dazed smile formed upon her lips, "Better, thank you." She whispered back, her thanks sincere. Only moments ago she felt like she was about to die, frozen cold and head pounding. Now she felt all warm and fuzzy and ever so cozy. "Thank you for looking after me." She added.

"Oh I don't mind looking after you, darlin'. This old fella is starved for company ya see." He flashed her a sad smile and was glad to see a look of empathy cloud her hazy eyes in response. He took the chance and brushed his thick fingertips over her slit, gleefully noting the slickness present despite her recent bath. This elicited a gasp from Lisa and she looked up at Usher, stunned.

"Sometimes we all need a little human contact, ya see." Usher added quickly, looking down at her and locking eyes. Her breathing was audible as time seemed to stand still, and for a moment he thought he had gone too far, but eventually she nodded. Taking this as a positive sign he pressed his hand against her again, this time a little more forcefully, yet still gentle as he rubbed her slick opening. Usher leaned in to her, his stubble tickling her soft skin as he whispered in her ear, "See, feels good don't it?" Before slipping a fat digit between her lower lips and probing her gently. Lisa gasped again. Despite being only vaguely aware of what was happening she had expected to feel discomfort but instead, she could not deny how insanely good it felt to have him inside her.

If Lisa were able to see herself now she would be screaming at herself to fight him off, to leave, to escape, but her drunken, dopey mind could only wonder at how this man was making her feel so good. A man indeed, she thought to herself as she looked up at him. Sure, an older, overweight and rather unkempt man. Disgusting even, but aren't all men? Sweaty, filthy creatures the lot of them and always wanting the precious prize between her legs. How she had tired of fighting them off. Strong ones, scrawny ones, mean ones and even gentlemanly ones. They all wanted one thing from her but... what did she want? Why wasn't she allowed to give in to her desires, just once? Feel what it is to be a real woman...

During her reverie Lisa was vaguely aware of Usher shuffling about beside, then above her. Suddenly she realised the man was kneeling between her legs and was naked - how did that happen!? She looked up at him wide eyed as he grinned down at her, reaching out with both hands to paw at her breasts. It took her confused mind a few moments to register that the pleasurable pressure upon her now soaking pussy remained, and that it was no longer Usher's hand causing it.

With his fat cockhead pressed up against Lisa's quivering slit, Usher leered down at her. "Ready to be mine, darlin'?" He chuckled, knowing full well she was no longer in a position to resist him, but...