“I wanna see titties while I fuck!”
She instinctively covered up her breasts but Malcolm wouldn’t have it. He grabbed her arms and forced them over her head staring at her sweet, pert tits.
“Keep your fucking arms over your head while we do it!”
“Why are you doing this to me!” Claire whined in mental pain and confusion, “You’re my uncle. Why are you doing this!”
He lay his stinking sweaty body on top of her svelte, smooth one.
“Because I wanted to be with you since the first fucking day we met when you were eighteen,” he started kissing at her face; licking wetly, “because I’ve been dreaming about what your sweet little pussy would feel like round my cock for long enough…”
“Please don’t say that to me!” She cried.
“Oh, it’s so fucking true, Claire,” He started sucking on her titties, “don’t worry… Brent’s only here for the night… we’re gonna have weeks together Claire… weeks to get used to each other in bed… weeks for this pussy to get used to my cock…”
He pulled his pants down over his fat, sweating ass and reached down between their two bodies.
“It’s not too late, Malcolm,” Claire begged, “please don’t rape me… I can forget all about this… no one needs to find out…”
Malcolm grabbed the pack of condoms; opened it and pulled one off the line. He opened the plastic and took out the rubber.
“No one needs to know!” She begged.
He rolled on the condom and then he pushed the mushroom head of his thing against her soft, pink opening.
“Please!” She cried.
Then he shoved it inside hard and violently.
“Fuck!” He slobbered, “fuck… this pussy is amazing… fucking fits me like a glove! Fuck, honey!You were made for my dick. Fucking made for it!”
“Please!” She screamed again.
He started moving his fat, ugly body in a steady humping rhythm; forcing his six-inches in deeper with every thrust.
“Fuck that pussy, man!” Brett cheered him on, getting a little tired of jacking his dick and hoping Malcolm would blow his load soon.
Malcolm was too entranced by Claire’s amazing body to even hear him. Not every day a fat guy with no money and alcohol problems gets to bang a fucking model like Claire. She was stunning and her cunt felt like silk on his raging hard-on. He started sucking violently on her nipples and neck while he just plowed into her pussy. The stink of his sweat and the whiskey on his breath was turning her stomach and his weigh on top of her was both disgusting and restrictive; covered in his fat she could hardly catch a breath of fresh air. She put her hand on his pudgy chest trying to push him away just a little. He grabbed that hand and forced it over her head again; which pushed out her firm breasts for his hot twitching mouth.
“Nice pussy… nice pussy… nice pussy… nice pussy,” he was chanting and the sweat from his brow was dropping off every now and then onto Claire’s face.
Claire just lay there, hands over her head, and let him lick and suck her body while he pounded his thing into her below. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him getting off inside her. But maybe when he’d finished and Brett had finished too they’d get sloppy and she could find a way of getting out of this hell. She frowned in discomfort as he grabbed her hips and started to move her.
“Time for a new position, baby,” he slurred, moving her round and laying her down on her stomach on the bed.
Before she could breathe he was on top of her again; entering her from behind. He forced her head to one side and kissed her cheek as he hunched into her. She could feel with hairy, out-of-shape belly pressing into her back. She was so disgusted to be with a man so much older than her. A guy she’d never have touched in a million years.
“We’re gonna do every position every night, baby,” Malcolm licked and sucked her neck, her shoulder, her face, “our sex life is gonna be amazing… I’m gonna take full advantage of you being my girl, darlin’… I’m gonna force it into your pussy from every fucking angle…”
He fucked her like that, face down, for another twenty minutes. By the end they were both in a puddle of Malcolm’s sick sweat. Then he groaned and stiffened up. He stopped moving and Claire knew, to her disgust, that her uncle had just emptied his nuts into the condom that was hanging out of her pussy. He eased himself out, dick spent, and stood up. Claire didn’t bother to move.
Malcolm started moving off in the direction of the bathroom.
“You mind if I take my turn?” Brett said, stroking his cock slowly.
“Like I could give a shit.” Was Malcolm’s reply.