Sorry guys,
she typed.
I can't make the study group tonight. Something came up with work. Can you send me the notes when you are done?
Morgan sent the text.
There was a knock on her door. She breathed deeply and went to get it.
It was raining still. He stepped inside her little apartment, handing her his wet overcoat to hang up.
She folded it over a chair as he rummaged through a drawer in her dingy little kitchen.
"Do you have a wine bottle opener?" he called.
Morgan joined him in the kitchen.
"I don't know," she said, looking over his shoulder. "We're just poor college students here. We don't drink a lot of wine."
Frank leered at her.
"You'll be drinking whatever you want when you get hired at Maxon," he said. He pulled her towards his stocky frame, pulled her in roughly. He shoved his face into hers, kissing her crudely, shoving his tongue roughly into her mouth.
He released her. He looked into the drawer some more.
"I have some beer," she said. "I don't think there's a wine bottle opener here."
"Fine," he said. He pulled the wine from the bag he brought, pulling out another smaller tube of clear liquid and placing that on her cheap kitchen table.
"What's this?" she asked, turning the tube over in her hands.
"Lube," he said, opening her refrigerator. He put the wine in there, pulling out a couple cans of beer. He opened them both, handing her one.
"We can keep the wine here for next time I come over," he said, gulping down the beer. "Fuck, this stuff is terrible. You college kids drink beer just as awful as what we drank back in my day!"
"Sorry," she mumbled.
"That's OK, baby doll. Let's go drink our beer on the couch."
She followed him. He sat down on her brown fabric couch, sinking heavily into the tired springs, sprawling his legs open as he did, taking up the bulk of the couch.
She had a sip of her beer.
"You sure they'll hire me at Maxon?" she asked. "I don't have a lot of, like, experience."
He smirked at her.
"You don't worry about that, baby doll. I'll take care of everything. I'm Frank Abruzzi! I've been all over the industry. I've been doing security since you were a baby in your mother's arms- I'm the guy they call when the shit hits the fan. If I say you get a job there, you'll get a job there. A good one, too- systems analyst sound good to you? Three figures sound good to you?"
"Yeah," she smiled, taking another drink of her beer.
"Fuck, you turn me on. I'm going to fuck you so
hard
tonight. Harder than I have so far- I'm crazy with wanting you. You've got a tight little body. Big tits for a little gal, also."
She took another gulp of her beer.
"Take my belt off," he commanded her.
She put her beer down on the table and leaned over to undo his belt as ordered.
He lifted his hips so she could slide his pants down.
She knew what he wanted. Morgan leaned over, sliding her mouth over the head of his cock. It was limp, and soft at first. She pulled on it with her lips, feeling it grow, thick and heavy in her mouth. She ran her tongue over the length of him, feeling his whole body stiffen with electric jolts of pleasure.
"Fuck," he moaned. "You little bitch. That feels so fucking
good."
She slid his cock out of her mouth, looking up at him.
"Yeah?" she asked. "You like that?"
He didn't answer her. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and roughly shoved her mouth back onto his erection again.
"I didn't tell you to quit sucking," he growled, taking another pull from his can of beer and forcing her head up and down the length of him.
Fuck, this feels so good, he was thinking. This little bitch does whatever the fuck I tell her to do. I love it when they do that.
Morgan gagged, and pulled her mouth from his dick. She coughed, breathing heavily, his hard cock resting on her cheek. A line of spit dripped from her lips onto his thigh.
He laughed.
He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"The lube is still on the kitchen table," he told her. "You better go get it."
She smiled at him hesitantly.
"Now!"
She went.
***
He put his hands on her back between her shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the mattress. She lifted up her hips, spreading her legs wide, exactly as she knew he wanted. He slid his thick cock into her wet pussy, quickly, rudely, slapping her with his hips.
"Fuck," she whispered. He pushed her down harder into the thin mattress of her futon.
"Fuck you good, baby doll," he told her.
"Yes."
He leaned over, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of her back. She stiffened at the pain, moaning out, feeling him thick and powerful inside her.
He began to fuck her slowly, dragging his cock almost out of her, feeling her desperate to be filled again for a split second, then shoving his cock back into her as hard as he could.
She whimpered with the pain and pleasure. He gathered up a handful of hair with his fist, pulling her backwards, far, painfully.
She cried out in pain. He laughed again but released his grip slightly. He thrust his cock in and out of her.
"Ask me to fuck you good," he growled.
"What?"
"Don't be a stupid cunt. Beg me. Beg me to fuck your little pussy."
"Please fuck me."
He slapped his hand hard into her ass.
"Do better."
