Teaching Lisa some manners

The tremors in Lisa's belly redoubled, the beginnings of panic struggling with an unwelcome sexual heat as she looked into the handsome black athlete's face. She **** a scowl onto her face and and a sternness into her voice that she did not feel.

"Let me by! Don't interfere with me you fucking asshole!" The firmness in her voice dissolved into a quavering squeak as he looked over her ripe body with a predatory stare.

"That's four times you called me that girl. That's four times to many." He stepped towards her, forcing her backwards against the stairwell wall. Lisa's resolve crumbled as his imposing body trapped her, and she felt the warmth between her thighs kindle into fire. She stared up at him, wide eyed and frightened, her lips trembling as backed against the wall.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry I called you that, I was wrong, I'm sorry," she whimpered as he came closer.

"You need a lesson in manners girl," he said with a lazy growl that reminded her of a hungry lion. He stepped closer, only inches from her trembling body as her head swivelled from side to side looking for an escape route.

"Please....I said I'm sorry....I really am....please," she begged, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"Sorry isn't enough girl. You got to learn some respect." He smiled down at her frightened face his eyes full of command and cruelty.

Lisa's belly quivered with fear and excitement and she could feel her pussy's wet heat soaking her thong. The scent of his maleness made her dizzy, her body and mind battling for control.

"Please," she quavered, her knees trembling, "Please let me....let me...let me suck you....please...." Even as she spoke she started to slide down the wall to her knees.