Gambling, Sex and Alcohol Ch. 02

Wet, fully aroused, and upset about the part of her body that got most of the attention, part of her desperately wanted him to switch orifices, and she became increasingly frustrated with her inability to communicate. Eventually he removed himself from her, and, just by looking at her, couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" he wondered out loud as he began massaging her breasts and exploring their fullness. "I think I know the problem. Is it that you want your pussy fucked?" he asked as she reluctantly nodded her head with shameful enthusiasm.

"Of course!" he said with delight as he began moving his hands up and down between her thighs.

Tearing with carnal joy as she realized the wait was almost over, she came almost instantly as she felt herself stretch considerably when he pushed himself inside of her. Eager and excited for more, she felt her body desperately try to push itself forward every time he pushed himself in, while at the same time hoping that he wouldn't go any deeper. Then, as if reading her mind, he repositioned her legs so that they were upwards and behind his back. With the new position offering a better angle, it wasn't long before she got off repeatedly to his deep, penetrative thrusts. Wondering how much longer it had to last, her body continued to respond to his movements as she sat there moaning. At long last, she wouldn't have been able to tell you her name as she felt him pulsate wildly from within.

Eventually he withdrew from her, and, disgusted with his lack of self control, quickly removed her restraints while hoping that she wouldn't take long to leave. With the conviction that she'd never see him again, she quickly got dressed and left.

***

Her self-loathing escalated considerably as she returned home. Defeated, she sat down at the table and put her head down. Beer in hand, Marshal couldn't help but look over and take pleasure in her disheveled clothes and dispirited demeanor.

"My how difficult life must be when guys everywhere find you irresistible," he told her.

Determined to get a reaction when she didn't say anything, he continued.

"Women... they spend lots of money and countless hours trying to make themselves look more attractive, and then have the audacity to act all butt hurt when guys don't want to take the word 'no' seriously."

"Are you done gloating?" she asked before continuing. "And besides, you couldn't be more wrong. If women try to look more attractive it's because they want to be more confident with who they are - not because they're looking to get raped."

"Well I guess we can't always get the best of both worlds," he retorted.

"Well I guess you can call me crazy for wanting to be treated like an actual person and not a sex object," she told him.

Almost as if he was feeling guilty about what he thought she might have went through earlier, he placed a sandwich and a beer in front of her, thinking she might be hungry and knowing that if such a gesture was ever returned that it was apt to make him feel better during a time of turmoil.

"Did you want to do something later?" he asked at long last.

"Like...?"

"I don't know. Maybe there was a movie out that you wanted to see? We could also grab a drink if you were interested."

Tracey wouldn't have been more surprised if he had read her mind - the last thing in the world she expected from him was a gesture that might have been considered romantic. Almost afraid of what he'd do to her if she tried to decline the offer, she agreed to go on the outing after requesting time to prepare.