It was nearly 10:00pm and he was finishing up some online school work via the university app when he got the text. "Johnathan...this has to stop." it read. "when did u plan 2 stop with lover-boy?" he sent back.
Mckinsey sighed. Don was in his room, doing schoolwork, and her boyfriend wouldn't be home for another hour. "Johnathan, please," she texted, "You know this must end, I'm begging you."
Acknowledging she was right would give her power, and that wasn't going to happen; yet, he knew he had to give her a glimmer of hope, because she was getting very desperate. "tomorrow" he simply texted, and tossed the phone aside.
***
Mckinsey's boyfriend gave her a quick kiss and was out the door. He was off to the gym for a morning workout with his guys, and he would meet her for lunch. She was having real pangs of guilt as of late. It was one thing to be forced to give up her body as she was doing, but it was something altogether worse to be enjoying it. She hadn't offered herself to him for more than a week, and it was all due to her own personal greed. But she kept a good face for him, letting him squeeze her butt and breasts before he left.
Johnathan smiled, as he watched the car back out of the drive, then go up the street. He had his gym bag, so that meant time. Best part was, Don was gone too. He crossed the street, through the neighbor's yard, and hopped the fence, then texted,"@ ur patio door"
'Ah SHIT' Mckinsey thought. Her stomach knotted, but she knew she had to answer it, and fast. 'He must have cut through the neighbor's yard, thank goodness they're at work.' She thought, as went quickly to the back and opened the door for Johnathan Roberts. "Johnathan, what the hell are you doing, do you want to get caught?" she exclaimed.
He just grinned, and said, "Shut up, Mckinsey." Seeing her look of indignation made him hard. She was wearing a robe, which she had tightened when letting him in. He grabbed the sash and tugged it saying, "Come on woman, it's nothing I haven't seen before." Tugging the robe and letting it fall to the floor, he saw she was wearing only a T-shirt and some cotton panties and commented "Thought I told you I only allowed you in satin and lace."
"That's only when I'm putting up with you, and don't tell me to shut up in my own home, Mister," Mckinsey snapped back.
He chuckled...then grabbed Mckinsey by her arm, and tossing a pillow over the arm of her couch, and bent her over it. "Maybe you need a reminder of who's in control here," he said, as he JERKED her panties down.
"Hey -- N-Nooo!" Mckinsey called out, but she knew it was no use. She tried to stand back up, only to be pushed down even harder. Next thing she knew, her panties were tugged to her ankles, and she could feel a squishy lubricant being rubbed on the outside of her vagina. He stepped between her ankles, and Mckinsey grunted, as she felt the now-familiar invader push its way inside her.
PUUUSH...then hold and grind, followed by another hard PUUUSH-stroke. He held her hips as he power-fucked what he owned, slamming himself in without a care or remorse. He enjoyed her grunts and reactions, as he did so. he grabbed a handful of hair, saying "MY" --thrust, thrust-- "FUCK" --thrust, thrust-- "TOY," and when he reached under and pinched her nipples, Mckinsey Craft, she put her face down in the couch cushion and began to lightly moan, as he continued.
Mckinsey just wanted it to be over. This time, and every time. So she let him fuck her like a piece of meat. But the simple truth was, part of Mckinsey LIKED it, and she found herself moaning to the pounding she was getting. The nipples being pinched and tugged really made her mind spin, but no, she had to make it stop. It HAD to stop. "Dah-Johnathan..." she said, between grunts, "Ahhh...Johnathan, P-P-Pleeease..."
