Hard and fast

Charlotte thought she might explode when Mr. Fuller's full length plunged into her from behind. Several of her books had scenes of animalistic couplings like this and every time she read about how the man had stood behind the hapless heroine and pounded her from the rear she had become wildly aroused. The position was so wicked, so shameful and yet she felt as excited as she imagined, perhaps even more so, it was like a bull covering a heifer, a stallion breeding a mare or a master dominating his ****. Charlotte couldn't even pretend that this was an act of love, Randolph Fuller was using her like a nameless whore and to her shame, she found she didn't even care.

Fuller's hands gripped her hips so hard she suspected she'd have bruises where his fingers dug into her delicate flesh, but even more telling was the bruising that must be happening inside her as his engorged phallus pounded again and again into her sex. It hurt, but it felt so good she didn't even care about the damage his cock was doing inside her raw passage, at least she didn't have to worry about a lack of lubrication; her vagina was so slick that she could feel her juices dribbling down her thighs as he fucked her.

"Oh God!" Charlotte moaned softly into the bedding, and then again much louder. "Oh my fucking God!" Unlike any of the times before Mr. Fuller made no attempt to limit the pace of the joining, she was going to explode just minutes after he entered her and if she was any judge at all, the man behind her was close to reaching his climax as well. "Fill me with your fat cock." She urged her kidnapper, "Take your vengeance on my ass!"

Randy could not believe the language this proper young lady was using as she urged him to take her. Not only that, the image Miss Marlton had sketched in his mind of Lady Katherine teasing of poor young Percival had aroused him as much as the most skilled courtesan in the swankiest whorehouse he had ever visited. It was unclear in Randy's mind if he was Percival taming the wayward Lady Katherine or the renegade outlaw taking vengeance on his sworn enemy but slapped at the firm round derriere in front of him as he slid as deep as he could into her.

"Yes!" Cried Miss Marlton when his hand left a red imprint on her ass. "Oh yes, you savage beast!" Randy could feel the already tight sheath clenched around his cock spasm and grip him even harder as his hand landed again in almost the exact same spot.

"What if I keep you like this Milady?" Randy asked as the pace and intensity of his thrusts picked up. "What if I never send you back, what if I decide to just keep you as my ****, to use as I want, as often as I want, in what ever way that I want?" He continued to spank her as he took her, not hard but firmly enough so she knew who was in charge. Luckily for his writhing partner Randy had pretty much reached his limit, with a guttural grunt of satisfaction he shot several pulses of cum deep into her before collapsing onto her back pinning her to the mattress with his weight.

"Would you really do that Mr. Fuller?" Lady Marlton sighed softly as he rocked gently against her trying to glean every last bit of pleasure from this moment. "Would you keep me here to use for your lustful pleasures?"