Offer yourself to Ritter

You weigh the situation. Cassie, basically a virgin, her brother probably dying nearby. Ritter, probably aroused beyond reason, armed and willing to **** the situation. The only possible option is for you to intervene and you know from experience that the best way to keep from becoming a victim is to assert yourself. You can't let Ritter know he's having his way. You have to let him think it's your way.

"I was wondering when you'd show up," you coo and get to your feet.

Ritter's eyes flick uncertainly to you and Cassie and then back.

You flatten your hands against his chest and press your body enticingly against him. You can feel his hardness against your leg.

"Come on," you say. "Let's go somewhere private and you can make me cum."

Ritter licks his lips and then grins.

"Let her watch," he chuckles. "It'll be educational."

You don't like his tone, but one glance at the fear on Cassie's face and you realize it's best to just avoid a fight. You kiss Ritter. He thrusts his tongue roughly between your lips and covers your mouth with his. He lets the gun slide from his shoulder onto the floor and wraps you up in one muscular arm. He holds you tight as his other hands falls to your hip.

Ritter stinks of sweat and his touch is rough. He yanks at the waist of your cargo pants. You reach between your bodies and unbutton them so he can jerk them halfway down your hips. He breaks the kiss and leans as far back as he can while still holding you in one arm. He traces his fingers across your toned abs and down to the exposed top of your pink cotton panties. He drags them down just far enough to see your neatly-trimmed blonde pubic hair.

"I like a girl who keeps up," Ritter chuckles.

Despite the situation, you want him. Maybe it's the unquenched lust from getting Cassie off or maybe it's Ritter's macho handling, but you want him to fuck you now.

Ritter pushes you back into the piled blankets. He undresses you roughly, tugging off your boots and shucking your cargo pants over your thighs. A shiver runs up your body as he exposes you. You slide your tank top over your head and Ritter makes short work of your sports bra, stretching it out and over your face.

Your large breasts spill free of the confines of the constricting bra. Ritter's face lights up at the sight of the pale mounds.

"They're bigger than I thought," he grunts and takes hold of one.

He catches your hard nipple between his fingers as they dig in slightly to your soft flesh.

He dips his head and licks and sucks them. You can see Cassie watching in the light of the storm. Watching as Ritter squeezes and pinches and drags his big tongue over the aching buds of your pink-brown nipples. He pulls off his own shirt, exposing his muscled body, and you help him free of his pants. His cock is veined and thick and presses against your panties as he lays atop you, kissing and sucking.

Cassie watches every move, captivated by the erotic spectacle.