Randy wants more than her mouth

"You had better stop that Miss Marlton before it's too late." Charlotte felt a tremor of disappointment that the Highwayman would not be exploding into her mouth, but before she could even wonder what that indicated about her nature as a woman and peer of the realm she was pulled to her feet and swept into Fuller's strong arms. His mouth kissed her ear sending waves of pleasure down her spine and then followed the curve of her neck downward. He was so much bigger and more powerful than her she could only bend like a willow branch as he explored her naked body.

"That's what a villain like you should do with his helpless captive." She whispered hoarsely as he kissed her throat, "use her innocent body to satisfy his lustful desires."

"Lustful desires like these?" Asked Mr. Fuller as his lips returned to brush hers making her almost cry out in hunger. "Do you believe you deserve this shameful fate Lady Marlton?" She could feel her knees buckle as he growled in her ear and his finger curled up into her most intimate of apertures. "Do your father's shortcomings justify the brutal way I am treating you?"

"Yes!" Groaned Charlotte stunned by the conviction of her response. In each book in her collection she had been horrified by the willingness of the heroines to submit to the men who had overpowered them; shocked, but also excited and undeniable aroused by the sexual submission of the maidens. Some of the victims like Lady Katherine in her Arthurian tales undoubtedly deserved their rough treatment but others were as innocent and pure as early morning snow and they too surrendered to the strong men that had taken them. "Oh yes, Dear Lord forgive me, do with me what you must!"

Mr. Fuller chuckled gleefully as he pushed her forward so her forearms rested on the mattress of the bed and he shifted his hips behind her until she could feel the probing of his manhood at the juncture of her thighs. The wickedness of being taken from behind like a bitch in heat made her even wetter than ever, and this time when Mr. Fuller pushed into her she felt no pain at all.

In fact, 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. Miss Marlton's earlier teasing and then the way she had let him use her mouth 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 truly an outlaw taking his vengeance on his hated foes or a man possessed by the demon of desire, but he slapped at the firm round derriere in front of him as he slid as deep as he could into her, wanting to hear her cry out as he took her.

"Yes!" Moaned 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 to your father." This impossible fantasy refused to fade away. "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 the pleasure was so intense he wanted it to last forever. However he could not keep this up for long, 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 perverse lustful pleasures?"