Back at the hotel Francine took a hot shower and put on a thong and an oversized t-shirt. She turned on the television and waited. After forty minutes had passed and there was no knock on her door Francine began to think that maybe she had Jeff all wrong. She thought about his big shoulders and firm hands. Thinking of Jeff she reached inside of her t-shirt and pinched her nipple letting a soft moan escape. Her other hand went between her legs, separating her lips and tenderly toyed with her clit. Her movements got rougher. She was plunging her finger deep into her cunt rubbing her clit with her thumb and pinching her nipple hard. Her orgasms came and went, not quite what she was hoping for but enough to allow her to sleep.
Francine woke to a sharp rap on the door. Looking at the bedside table the clock read 2:20 AM. Francine reacted automatically, not thinking about where she was and still in a sleeping stupor, she stumbled toward the door.
"Who's there?"
No answer just another knock on the door. Pissed off at being woke up and her senses not totally with her, she had forgotten that she was waiting for Jeff. She threw open the door ready to be her usual corporate bitch self but wasn't given time to get out a single word. Jeff pushed his way into her room and locked the door with all the security locks before she could react. He moved closer to her, taking his jacket off and throwing it on the chair.
"Did you wait long for me? Did you think that I was going to jump like one of your Daddies wimpy employees? I don't have to kiss your ass or jump at your demand. I don't have to take orders from you. As a matter of fact, I believe that I'm in control now." Jeff smiled and eyed Francine from head to toe.
Francine back away, all of it coming back to her now that she was waking up. Breathing heavy and feeling her pussy clench she tried to run past him to the door. One arm reached out and grabbed her around the waist; the other went firmly over her mouth.
"You can't get away from me bitch. Fight all you want, your going to be my slut tonight." Francine kicked wildly but her feet were well off the ground. Jeff threw her on the bed and was on top of her before she could move. He roughly pressed his lips to hers grinding her lips into her teeth until she had to part them. Roughly he filled her mouth with his tongue pushing her deeper into the mattress. His hard on could be felt through his jeans pressing against her thigh. He pulled her arms down to her side and pinned them under his legs as he sat up straddling her waist. Francine bucked underneath him as he let loose his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and let the zipper down.
"I'm going to let your hands go and when I do I want you to reach in and let loose my cock that is dying to meet you. If you're not nice, you will pay for it, understood bitch?" Francine shook her head yes. Jeff lifted his legs one at a time and let her arms free. She immediately started to hit him and tried to push him off of her. Jeff grabbed her hair in one big knot and yanked it hard causing Francine to gasp. Still holding her hair Jeff got off the side of the bed and with one hand let his pants down. He kicked off his shoes and kicked his pants out of the way. Pulling Francine by the hair he moved her in front of him.
"Use your teeth cunt. Get these shorts off of me now. I got plans for you that can't wait." He pulled Francine's face to his crotch and ground his pelvis hard against her. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts with her teeth and tried to pull them down, but his cock, fully erect, made this impossible. She reach with her hands to let loose his beautiful shaft. What she saw made her gasp. It was eight and a half to nine inches erect and thick. Wide enough to make her think of some sort of wild beast. He was cut with a luscious helmet glistening wet with pre cum. She reached out to touch him, to taste him, to take him in her mouth. She wanted this wild beast shoved down her throat but Jeff had other plans. He slapped her hands away and demanded to be undressed the rest of the way.
