Take her

You smile at Eileen and touch the back of her hand.

"And what do you think would best help Meghan?" you ask.

She makes a shrugging gesture, her eyes flirting. "I think we should talk more about it. Are you free for lunch, perhaps?"

"Perhaps, but it's a little early for lunch. Besides, I have a very busy schedule. I hardly have time to get out of the office," you smile, touching her knee. She simpers prettily.

"I'm sure I'm taking up too much of your time John, but I feel it's important we talk," she flirts, "I'm glad I came. I really want to make sure Meghan is treated fairly."

"What about you Eileen, how do you want to be treated?" you smile and squeeze her knee, letting your fingers play a bit on her thigh.

"Oh my John you are forward. Daddy said you were a man in control of your situation. I see what he means. I'm a married woman, you know."

"I'm a married man. Is either fact important?" you answer, and stand up. She rises too, standing close to you, looking up at your face.

"I want the best for Meghan," she says. "I'd do everything a mother can do to help her succeed." You smile and touch her face, then run your fingers down her neck, seeing her bite her lip and look at you. You trace your fingers over her breast, hearing her sharp intake of breath as you touch it, then another as you squeeze it.

"Oh my," she purrs. "I haven't had a man do that to me for....a long time. Your hands are so strong, John."

You stroke her body, feeling it tremble at your touch. "And when did a man last throw you on a couch and fuck you, Eileen?" you ask, and feel her shudder.

"It's been too long," she whispers. You kiss her neck, and she lifts her head to give you better access, moaning softly, her arms around your neck. "You'll be kind to Meghan, won't you John, you'll help her?" she murmurs as she presses against you.

You kiss her savagely, squeezing her breast with one hand while the other pulls her ass towards you. Your mouth ravishes hers, your tongues striving against each other. When the kiss finally breaks she gasps, looking at you under her lashes.

"Be gentle with me John," she whispers.

You smile cruelly into her face. "A whore doesn't deserve gentleness," you say coldly, roughly pushing her back on the couch and looming above her. She looks shocked for a second, then gives you a sultry smile.

"You like it a bit rough, John? That can be fun," she murmurs, putting her arm around your neck to draw you down for a kiss. You push her away, forcing yourself between her legs, holding her down on the couch with one hand on her breast.

"At least let me take my panties off John," she says, struggling to rise. You push her skirt up and seize the band of her red lace panties, using both hands to tear them, ripping them off her as she squeals in protest and starts to sit up. "John! That's too much!" she cries, trying to pull her dress down. You slap her face and push her back down on the couch, thrusting your fingers into her sex, finding he moisture flowing.

"You like it a rough, don't you whore?" you say as you probe her with three fingers, your thumb pushing on her her clit. She's staring wildly at you, struggling to escape but also rocking her hips against your fingers.

"Let me go! You can't do this! Help!" she screams, trying to push you away.

"If you really want to fight you should hit me, not push me, whore," you tell her coldly as you brutally finger fuck her. "Go on. Hit me and I'll stop. Scratch my face and I'll stop. Until you do one of those things I'm going to use you like the whore you are.

She stares up at you, her breathing frantic, her eyes wide with what might be fear or what might be rising lust. She pushes against your chest, moaning entreaties. She reaches a clawed right hand to your face, the nails scarlet, but only strokes your cheek softly.

"You're going to make me do it, aren't you? You're going to use me. Against my will. Against my will." With one hand she starts to unbutton her blouse, showing you a red lace push up bra. As you watch she tugs one nipple free, squeezing it as she stares into your face, her mouth panting and open.

You undo your pants and release your throbbing cock. Pulling your fingers out her you guide it to her drenched pussy and in a single hard thrust you fill her with meat. She arches her back, squeezing her nipple, giving a long groan of pleasure that turns into little moaning barks as you pound into her with quick hard strokes.

"Oh, you're making me, you're making me do it, you're forcing me, oh God I'm helpless against you," she whimpers as she rocks her hips to meet every thrust, still rolling her own nipple between her fingers.

You make no pretense of caring about her pleasure, but drive relentlessly towards your own orgasm. If anything, that seems to excite her more, and she writhes under you, exhorting you, one hand clawing your ass, pulling you into her.

"You're **** me, I'm helpless and you're taking me, you're taking me, oh God you're taking me," she moans, her voice a rasp of lust, gasping with each stroke of your pounding cock.