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    Slowly, Mr. Prescott rose and sat next to me on the couch. His cock, if possible, seemed even bigger and harder than it had been before.
    He slid over until he was right up next to me. When his thigh touched mine, I tried to get up. This time he did grab me and forced me back down onto the couch.
    “You’re not leaving. Remember? We’ve got all night.” He placed his hand over my pussy again. This time, I did try and close my legs, but he forced his hand in. When he made contact with my pussy lips again, and the sensations returned, I closed my eyes and moaned. “You little cocktease. You’ve been coming here for years and corrupting my little girl. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”
    With those words, he lifted me up off the couch and threw me over his shoulder like a hunter that had just bagged its prey. He carried me up the stairs and back into Raven’s bedroom. Tossing me on his own daughters bed, he simply said, “Take that off.”
    Since I was only wearing one piece of clothing, I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I still didn’t move. Mr. Prescott was undressing. He’d already pulled his shirt off and was now unbuttoning his pants. It took him less than a minute, and he was soon standing in front of me, completely naked with his dick sticking out at me like an arrow pointing at its target.
    “I thought I said to take off your top,” he said angrily again.
    I hesitated only a second. I didn’t want to take it off and expose my entire body to this man. But then, I thought about what we’d just done downstairs, and thought that it really didn’t matter.
    I slid the top over my head and dropped it on the bed next to me. Mr. Prescott’s eyes widened as my small breasts came into view. I tried covering up, but in a flash, Mr. Prescott was upon me. His hot flesh pressed up against mine.
    I struggled, but only briefly. He was too fast for me, and much stronger. So, I simply allowed him to manhandle me. His lips came into contact with my tits first. He lightly sucked on them, and nibbled on them. All too soon, that same sensation was filling me up again.
    He didn’t linger longer on my beasts though. Soon, his body was sliding down mine again and he was once again between my legs. My legs, seemingly on their own accord, spread wide to allow him access. I was hoping that he’d finish what he started downstairs.
    Mr. Prescott didn’t disappoint. His fingers expertly worked on my wet, pussy meat. He slid them along the outer edge of my lips, moving ever inward. They lightly grazed my clit and entered my virgin hole about a centimeter or two. This little bit of stimulation had my orgasm building again.
    As much as I wanted that orgasm to overwhelm me, I didn’t want this man to do it. He scared me. He hated me. And all I was doing was submitting to his will.
    My body started to tense again as he brought stuck his thumb onto my clit and his index finger up to the first knuckle into my hole. I was just on the verge of orgasm once again, when he stopped and pulled away.
    I moaned in distress this time. I desperately needed to cum, and this man wasn’t going to let me.
    “I want to hear the words, bitch,” he said to me in a nasty tone. “Beg me to fuck you.”
    Though I knew it was inevitable, I still shook my head. He could take me, but I wasn’t going to beg for it.
    He moved back up my body and planted his lips on my neck. This was something I’d had done to me before. I’d had a couple of boys kiss and suck on my neck in high school. But either because I was so horny, or because Mr. Prescott was just that good at it, his lips made the wonderful feelings a hundred times more potent than they had ever been before.
    He continued like that for several minutes, first working on one side of my neck, and then the other. As he was doing this, his fingers found their way back to my virgin love box and began working me toward climax once more. He stopped once again only a few seconds shy of my