3 comments/ 59152 views/ 13 favorites In Need of Help By: DontScream This was Erin's sixth vacation and boat show since being hired as a sales rep by one of the largest custom cabin cruiser manufacturers in the United States. From the moment she arrived at the airport the day before, the trip had been fraught with mishaps. The plane was late; the hotel didn't have her reservation; and, the Internet connection in her room didn't work. Somebody else might have been too frazzled to do the job the following day. But Erin McAdams wasn't like a lot of other people. She was hired for several good reasons. Among them: her looks, personality, and ability to adjust on the fly. She was calm and intelligent, working her way through every near-tragedy that ever confronted her. This came in handy when dealing with the executives and otherwise rich men she came in contact with as part of her job. Her 28 year old model's body and blonde hair wasn't always enough to get the contract signed. She had the brains and will power to win battles in other ways, as well. Despite rumors within the company, Erin never resorted to using her femininity to make a sale. She respected potential buyers and earned their respect in return. Despite all this, it was with a foreboding that the stars were aligned against her that Erin made her way towards the convention center, dragging her wheeled case of marketing materials behind her. It was early morning. She wore an outfit typical for her at these events: an elegant, if somewhat revealing, blouse, a short skirt, and heels. It wasn't a wardrobe designed for pulling her case up a long ramp, but it wouldn't be long before she was standing in her assigned booth, smiling and, hopefully, making sales. She reached the entrance, thanked a fellow exhibitor for holding the door for her, and looked around the huge concourse. She had her credentials in the front of her purse, knowing she'd have to show them eventually. Signs seemed to be everywhere, only adding to the confusion. Finally, she found a sign labeled 'Exhibitors' with a large arrow pointing to her right. She began to walk around the curved hallway, proceeding deeper and deeper into the bowels of the building. The wheels of her case clicked across the cracks in the concrete floor and echoed off the walls on either side. Erin walked a considerable distance before coming to a 'Y' in the hallway. A crude sign written in Magic Marker directed staff in one direction and exhibitors in another. Erin followed her designated route. The hallway, already dimly lit, became a little darker. She was concerned by the lack of any other participants in sight, but her uneasiness was lessoned by the appearance of a young man standing in the hallway ahead of her. As she approached, she could see he wore a generic 'May I Help You' badge with his name in the center. 'Jim' pushed himself off the wall and glanced her way as Erin came nearer. He smiled and she returned the greeting. "Do you need help?" he said pleasantly. "Hi. I'm an exhibitor and am looking for, um, section 109," Erin said, groping for her credentials and eventually pulling them from her purse. "No problem. I can get you there," Jim replied. "Need help with your case?" He started to reach for it, but Erin quickly responded, "No thanks. I've got it." Her case was her livelihood and cabbies, hotel staff, and helpful convention workers were not allowed to touch it. It was just one of her rules. He turned and continued down the hallway with Erin close behind. "So, where you from?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "Miami." "Cool. You must hate to leave there to come to things like this," Jim said. "It's a job. I'll go wherever they send me." A maintenance cart passed them going the opposite direction, the tail end loaded with cases of pop and beer. Other than that, Jim and Erin seemed to be alone. They came to a series of double doors, all metal, with no indication of their intended use. Jim halted at the second set. "I know a shortcut that will get us in the back way. C'mon," he said. Jim pushed open the door with a clanging racket that reverberated around them. They entered a huge, dark room and the bang that accompanied the door closing behind Erin made her jump. There was barely enough light for her to recognize that chairs, folding tables, and supplies lined all four walls. Otherwise, the center of the ghost-like room was empty. Her heels echoed around them as she followed Jim towards a door on the opposite wall. At least she HOPED that's where they were headed. The farther they got inside the room, the less she liked it. "Those doors are always open," Jim said. "You can use this way any time you want. I'm saving you about ten minutes of dragging that case behind you. Trust me." His confidence didn't make Erin feel a whole lot better. Still, they headed straight for the door and, once there, Jim opened it with his usual smile. The light it allowed in nearly blinded Erin for a second, but she kept going, anxious to get out. She was standing in a hallway. A short walk led them to another door and, finally, she was in the exhibition hall. "Thanks, Jim," Erin said. "My pleasure, Erin," he said, glancing back up from her badge. "Section 109 is towards the center. Good luck." She thanked him again and they took off in opposite directions. Her heart was almost back to normal and she was in her comfort zone: the hustle and bustle of a convention hall about to become a swarm of activity. ### The day proved successful for Erin and when it was time to pack up her case and head back to the hotel, she was exhausted. None of the misfortunes that had followed her to the new city raised their ugly heads during the day. She was at least thankful for that, and had a couple sales to boot. She was packed and ready to go when she realized she really only knew one way to get back to the convention hall entrance. She considered following the exit signs, but then remembered Jim's comment about saving ten minutes of walking. The temptation was too great after such a long day. Erin pulled her case towards the door he had shown her in the morning. She entered the hallway and approached the door to the cavernous storage space. Second and third thoughts nearly convinced her not to enter. But now she was alone in the hallway and, actually, not sure she could get back into the convention hall. She pushed on the lever to open the metal door. Somewhat to her surprise, it opened...just like Jim said it would. If it was possible, the room looked even gloomier than before. Erin looked across at the opposite door, the one that would save her ten minutes. She entered the room and allowed the door to shut noisily behind her. Just as in the morning, the sounds of her heels and the wheels of the case ricocheted in every direction. She walked a little faster, childishly afraid to look around her. No more than three steps later, she heard a rattle behind her. Instinctively, she whirled her head around to look. Somebody—a man—was rushing towards the door she just came through. In the dim light she watched him shove what looked like a wooden two-by-four through the handles. Erin panicked. She turned back around and ran in the direction of the exit. Her case rolled behind her awkwardly, her heels slipping on the floor and causing her to lose balance. Erin stumbled ahead. Then her shoe hit the case behind her and she fell clumsily with a gasp. She had heard steps behind her. From the floor, she listened as his running strides came closer. Erin tried to get up. A hand suddenly clasped over her mouth and a voice said, "Don't scream." Erin was on her knees. His body was against her back. "Did you hear me?" Erin nodded and tried to breathe. "If you listen to me, Erin, you'll get out of here alive. OK?" She knew the voice now. Jim had shown her the 'shortcut' with this moment in mind. She scolded herself for being so lazy, and then allowed her fear to return. Would anybody ever know what happened to her? Where would they find her body? How would he do it? Would it hurt? Thoughts flooded her mind—none of them good. "Get up," Jim said, still gripping her mouth. He half pulled her up and forced her to walk with him toward the exit door. When they got there, another two-by-four waited for them on a table. "Take it and put it through the handles," Jim instructed. Erin reluctantly followed his orders and effectively locked them in. "All other doors are taken care of, Erin. Nobody is getting in or out unless I say so," Jim said. "Do you understand?" Erin nodded, only now telling herself to think more clearly. She had a possible weapon in her hands and didn't think fast enough. She forced herself to calm down. Jim was dragging her farther away from the door and along a wall covered primarily with long tables. Erin didn't remember the tables being set up in the morning, but they were now and she dreaded his possible intent for their use. "Did I mention this morning that you look marvelous in those clothes, Erin?" he whispered into her ear. Jim smelled her hair and let the fine strands run across his face. "I wonder what you look like out of them. Did you make any deals today, Erin? Were you on your way back to your room to meet a potential buyer and convince him to buy a boat from you?" he asked. Jim's free hand began to slide over her sheer blouse and onto her left breast. Erin slapped at his arm and kicked wildly around his ankles. "Now, now," he scolded her. "I'm going to let you go, Erin. If you scream...well, I wouldn't scream if I was you." He threw her forward and Erin crashed gracelessly against a table. Her momentum caused Erin to spin around so that she faced her assailant. She stumbled on a heel and reached back to steady herself. "Take off your shoes, Erin." She hesitated for a second, then reached down and removed a shoe. When the second one was in her hand, she gripped it with the heel facing out and lunged straight for Jim's face. For an instant, she thought she had him. However, Jim rolled his head to one side in an athletic move and let her stagger right past him. Before Erin could turn to mount a second attack, Jim had pounced on her from behind and knocked the shoe from her hand. He gripped her wrist, spun her around, and met her face with a wicked slap of his hand. Erin shrieked with pain and fear, catching herself before allowing the loudest portion of the scream to escape her lungs. "You are SO naughty," Jim said in a sarcastic voice. "And wild. I love naughty and wild, Erin. We're going to have fun tonight." Jim softly ran his finger down the side of Erin's face that he had just whacked, as if to check for damage. His hand continued down her chin and onto her neck, underneath the collar of her blouse. He followed the opening towards Erin's substantial cleavage. He sensed that her body was stiffening the closer he came to her breasts. Her erratic breathing could be heard in the quietness of the storage room and he could see her chest rise and fall. The finger stopped well before reaching the first button of Erin's blouse. After a moment's hesitation, Jim used both hands to rip apart the two sides of the blouse. The sound of ripping material combined with Erin's exclamation of surprise, and was followed a second later by the tinkle of buttons hitting the floor. With one mighty tug, Jim had Erin's blouse completely open. Strands of her blonde hair stuck to Erin's perspiration-covered forehead. The normally perfect styling Erin worked so hard at had deteriorated into a disheveled mess during the struggle. Jim found the look extremely stimulating, considering it a sign he was still in control. But his eyes quickly returned to the exposed bra covering his victim's ample breasts. The bra was a small, thin strip of material, present for the sole purpose of adding to her outfit. Her young breasts, certainly, needed no support. Jim slowly walked around Erin and stopped when he was behind her. He took the open halves of her blouse and pulled them back, causing her arms to be locked against her body. The blouse slid from her shoulders and further heightened the restraining effect. Jim pulled the shirt in opposite directions across her back, finalizing the binding of her arms. He held the blouse in one hand and used the other to reach into his back pocket. Erin listened intently, unable to see his actions. Almost immediately she saw his hand move in front of her and, with a flick of his finger, the long blade of a knife opened just inches from her neck. Jim pulled her back against him and, for the first time, Erin sensed the hardness between his legs. He placed the cold blade of the knife against her neck. "I really don't want to hurt you, Erin. You're so beautiful. I'd hate to see this lovely body ruined with streaks of blood. But if you don't listen to me..." Jim pressed harder, stopping only when he felt the blade might break skin. He didn't ask for Erin's level of understanding, assuming the point had been made via his weapon. She was relieved when the blade moved away from her neck, only to reappear between her tits. She felt the sharp tip work its way down the inside of her right breast and onto the material of her bra. It circled her nipple one time and slid under the center of her bra. Jim looked over Erin's shoulder as he positioned the knife, and pulled it up with a violent yank. It slit through the bra as if it wasn't even there. Erin jerked her head back and Jim smiled to himself. "It's sharp, isn't it? I'm thinking there's nothing you have on that it wouldn't cut through," Jim said into her ear. He used the tip of the blade to push aside one of the bra cups. Erin's nipple came into view and Jim allowed the bra to rest against the side of her tit. Whether on purpose or not, Jim pressed his cock harder against Erin's ass as he leaned forward to view her exposed breast. Erin was somewhat comforted when she heard the knife being closed behind her. She assumed Jim had put it back in his pocket when his empty hand came around and rested on her right breast. He pulled slightly harder on her blouse, thrusting her chest outward as a result. Jim slide the bra cup over her breast for a few seconds before swiping it aside and allowing his palm to land on her skin. He roughly kneaded the tit, and then settled into a more controlled massage. He concentrated on her nipple, which grew larger and pinker as the seconds passed. Erin fought the tremors of pleasure that resulted from Jim's manipulation of the most sensitive part of her body. She refused to give in to him mentally, but her body could only act one way. Soon, Jim had the remnants of Erin's bra completely aside and worked on further arousing both nipples...and his cock. The tan skin of her breasts reflected the outlines of his fingers even in the dim light. By the time the impressions disappeared, Jim was back to the same spot, squeezing her tit even harder. After several minutes, Jim loosened his grip on Erin's blouse just enough to allow him to pull down her bra straps, take hold of her blouse again, and pull everything off so that she was naked from the waist up. In the split second that she didn't feel him making contact with her at all, she took off in a bare footed sprint. Her eyes had caught sight of what looked like a box of tools on a nearby table and she determined her best hope was to get to them before Jim got to her. The plan had two flaws: Jim was considerably faster than her and running topless in a short, tight skirt aroused him immensely. Erin was beginning to reach out in preparation for reaching the table when she felt his grip. Jim had a hand on the top of her skirt, squarely in the middle of her back. It had the desired effect of slowing her down enough to allow his other arm to wrap around her bare midriff. With an audible 'Umph', Erin landed face first on the table with Jim directly behind her. "Damn it, Erin. Where the hell do you think you're going? You can't get out. You can't outrun me. There are no weapons in here that could do as much harm as my little knife," he said, puffing. "Now relax." "Let me go!" Erin replied. "You've had your fun. I won't report you and it never happened." "Report me to whom?" "Security," Erin said. "Stay out of jail and keep your job. Just let me go." The pain of her breasts being smashed on the table was beginning to make her wince. Jim laughed. "Keep my job?! Right. I don't work here, Erin. I used to, but they got rid of me for harassing the female staff members. I just came down to see which vendors were, you know, in need of help. Then you walked past. Nice timing, babe." Erin's frustration grew as he spoke and reality set in. "Fuck you!" "No. Actually, I think it will be the other way around." He reduced the amount of pressure he was applying to her prone body. But when Erin attempted to lean up, he put his hand on the top of her bare back. "Bend over." Erin obeyed; the pain was gone, but her fear mounted. She felt vulnerable, and rightfully so. She was two pieces of clothing away from being naked and she wasn't sure how long they would last. Jim's hands worked their way up the back of her legs. They reached the bottom of her skirt and kept going, pushing the fabric higher. Erin's skin was unbelievably smooth to his touch, her muscles well defined underneath the flawless flesh. Just before reaching the bottom of her ass, Jim took hold of the sides of her skirt and pulled it up to her waist. Erin's tiny black panties made Jim's cock twitch, despite being confined within his pants. The round cheeks under Erin's panties peeked out invitingly and Jim didn't waste any time before running his fingers over the gentle curves. His pulse quickened. Without a doubt, Erin was the sexiest of all the women he'd taken in one form or another. He wanted her now! "Stand up, Erin." She eagerly took the opportunity to stand straight and alleviate the discomfort of bending over the table. "Turn around." Jim got his first good look at the tits he'd played with before. She was perfect in every sense. He allowed her to straighten her skirt, which had again fallen into its proper place, knowing it wouldn't be long before his got his wish of seeing her naked. "Take it off," Jim said, looking directly at her skirt. Erin debated whether or not to bargain with him. She thought back to the face slap—the knife—the grip on her wrists. She thought most about the knife. Then she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. With a flick of her foot, it was tossed aside. Jim gazed pensively at the space between her legs. The panties clung to her like a second skin. It was time. He nodded at her one time, the meaning perfectly clear to Erin. She removed the panties under his watchful eye. He looked at her tits as they hung momentarily; he looked at the curve of her ass as she bent over; he looked at her blonde hair as it fell about her face. And then she was standing naked in front of him. A thin strip of light brown hair rose above her pussy, barely covered by the lighter colored outline of a bikini. At some point she had sunbathed nude, Jim thought. But not always. He wondered how magnificent she must look in the little swimsuit, and then turned his attention to how wonderful she looked without it. "Turn around." Erin held her legs tightly together as Jim stared at her luscious ass. Under the gently sloping cheeks, a cleanly shaven pussy awaited more than just his gaze. Jim unzipped his pants and took out his erect cock. He moved forward and allowed it to rest on Erin's ass. He put his hands on her tits and held them tightly. "Do you feel what you do to me? I'm going to give you the same pleasure, Erin. You may not want to be here, but you won't be able to stop yourself from cumming. You'll try to deny it, but I'll make you want to cum." In Need of Help He was squeezing and pulling on her nipples, increasing the pressure the longer he talked. "How many guys have you let do this in order to sell a boat? One? Two? Six? Do you cum then, or do you fake it, Erin? You won't fake it with me." Jim slid his cock up and down the crack of her ass, playing with her tits at an ever-increasing rate. He got rougher with her nipples and Erin finally let out a faint whimper. "That's it, babe. Think how good it will feel when my tongue touches your nipple and my lips pull on it and I suck you harder," Jim whispered. "You'll be wet and all but begging me to fuck you." "Is this what you have to do to get hard?" Erin said in a weak voice. "Oh, no. I was hard when I saw you this morning. This is what I have to do to make you cum. Because you will, Erin." "In your dreams," she replied. Jim moved a hand down to her stomach, and then slowly slid it between her legs. Erin fought his efforts to get at her pussy. But brute force allowed him to get his middle finger into the opening he was after, only to confirm his suspicion. "God, Erin. You're wet already." She groaned and squirmed enough to make Jim laugh out loud. With a violent tug, he whirled Erin around so she faced him. Before she could react, his mouth was over her left tit sucking on it wildly. Erin pounded on Jim's back a couple times until he could get her by the wrists, never having to remove his mouth from her breast. He stabbed at her nipple with his tongue, flicking it back and forth a few times, and then clamped down on it with his lips. When she had settled down a little, he replaced his lips with his teeth and gave a gentle bite. Erin moaned, much to Jim's delight. He applied more pressure, and then sucked on her fully erect nub. Erin twisted in every direction to get away from him, but Jim was in control. He attacked her other breast until that nipple, too, was extended and bright pink. She struggled for one primary reason, and it wasn't to escape the room. It was to escape his efforts to excite her; to stimulate her towards an orgasm she knew she could prevent. She HAD to prevent it. He would force himself upon her and she knew it. But she couldn't, and wouldn't, cum herself. Erin felt his thick cock slap against her occasionally while he had his way with her chest. She backed up, but her ass was against the table. She felt his teeth again and another burst of pleasure flowed through her body. Her mind had trouble sorting out all the mixed messages. Jim took some of the decision making away from her. He stood up and said to her, "Get on your knees." They moved away from the table just enough to allow her to do as he said. Her eyes locked onto the very hard, very long cock bobbing in front of her face. The tip glowed and veins ran up and down the entire length of the shaft. "You know what to do. Pretend I'm a customer, Erin." Jim certainly didn't need Erin to suck his cock to make him ready to fuck her. He could have done that the moment she walked into the storage room. This was all about the pleasure of feeling his cock slide between the lips and over the tongue of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He looked down at the top of her golden hair and watched as her mouth opened and the head of his cock disappeared. She was motionless at first, letting her tongue do most of the work. But Jim wanted more. He put his hand on the back of Erin's head and forced her to take more of him into her mouth. To his delight, she took it all. A couple of strokes later, both of which he initiated, he felt Erin begin to bob her head up and down on her own accord. Soon, she was giving him the blowjob of his life while Jim played with her tits. Erin lost most sense of control when she felt her nipples being squeezed. Jim's cock was as big, or bigger, than any she'd had before and, if she had to admit it, she loved giving blowjobs. But not under these circumstances. Still, her body was controlling her mind and she sucked him a little harder. Jim easily could have cum down her throat, in her face, on her tits...anywhere at any time. But he had other plans. He let Erin continue for a minute or two before sadly bringing the session to an end. "That's awesome, Erin. But it's time to move on. Get up here." She pulled away from his cock and stood once more, taking one last look at the stiff pole now pointing up at her almost comically. "Let me suck you off, Jim. Cum anywhere you want. I'll come back tomorrow and do it again. Just don't...don't...hurt me," Erin begged. Jim smiled. "Ahhhh, I think that's the least of your worries. Remember what I said, babe. That only thing that will hurt is how many times you cum." Her grimace was the only answer he needed. "Sit on the edge of the table." Unable to make herself run again, Erin put her ass on the top edge of the table and supported herself with her hands. Satisfied that nothing was within her reach, Jim took hold of the table and pulled it far enough away from the wall that she'd have room to lean back without clunking her head. He waited for, and was prepared for, any quick kicks she might attempt. But they never occurred and he swiftly moved between her slightly separated legs. "Now lay down. It's show time," he said, clutching her by the wrists one more time. Almost before her back was on the table, Jim was hovering over her breasts. She thrashed about aimlessly and without affect while he started his methodical arousal of her nipples. Did he know, somehow, that constant attention would make them sore, but short breaks in between only heightened the pleasure she got from it? She didn't want to give him any more credit than he deserved—which was none. But this time his licking, and sucking, and nibbling sent waves through her that Erin hadn't felt before. These went straight to her pussy. As he alternated between her tits, she wondered what would happen when he finally entered her. Would her need to cum lessen, or... She couldn't allow herself to think about it. But when her mind came back to the present, she realized she was raising her ass off the table in response to his mouth. She was nearly thrusting her pussy up at his huge cock, as if fucking him already. He had to know it, she thought to herself. Jim leaned forward and put his face near hers. "That's it, Erin. Enjoy the ride." He kissed her. He forced his mouth on hers and drove his tongue between her lips. She didn't respond. At least not externally. She felt his cock between her legs. It rested on her abdomen as he kissed her. She brought up the image of it from her memory. It was thick, hard, and long. The head was bulbous and leaking precum. Erin closed her eyes more tightly. When the kiss ended, she expected the assault to begin in earnest. Instead, she felt Jim moving. She opened her eyes, only to find him leaning forward between her legs. "No! No! Please!" she cried out. "What's the matter, babe? Afraid of something?" Erin made every effort to get away, but his hands now held her by the waist and his mouth was planted on her pussy. At the first realization that Jim's tongue was gliding towards her clit, Erin pounded the table with her fists. "Quiet," Jim urged. "Somebody's going to think we're in here having sex or something." With that, he plunged his tongue deep inside Erin's cunt. She cried out in a voice somewhere between agony and delight. He could taste her juices and smell the aroma of her sensuous body. Jim probed her hole for the next couple minutes, evoking more and more desperate cries from Erin. The harder she tried to back away from his mouth, the harder he pulled her into his face. He knew where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do. It was just a matter of preparing Erin for the inevitable. When he determined she was sufficiently wet, he pulled his tongue out of her cunt and slid it up her pussy. His target was the only area on Erin's body more sensitive than her nipples. "Jim, please! I beg you! Let me go," Erin sobbed. Jim was too preoccupied to listen. He was only an inch away from his goal. The tip of his tongue leisurely explored her body, searching for the hard, little nub that would start Erin down the path she least wanted to take. Erin's pulse reached its maximum just as her assailant's tongue found her clit. She froze in place as Jim pressed down harder. Finally, her body jerked off the table and she moaned loudly. The next couple minutes seemed to last an hour as Erin felt her clit being licked, sucked, pulled, bitten and kissed. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands and rested her legs on Jim's shoulders as he maneuvered around her clit. Thirty more seconds and she would cum. "Should I continue?" Jim asked unexpectedly. Erin shook her head, and weakly squeaked, "No." "Oh, but I think you want me to." Jim wrapped his lips around her clit one more time and sucked it for a few seconds. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "No more. Please," Erin moaned as tears ran from both eyes. Jim stood between her legs, letting go of her completely, certain the fight was out of her. Other instincts were now in play, and escape wasn't on her mind. He looked down at the streaks caused by her tears as they ran down her makeup-laden cheeks. Her lovely tits heaved along with her breathing. Her eyes were clamped shut. He placed his cock on her body, the tip just about at her navel. Jim moved it back and forth a couple times, letting Erin know it was there and that it was still hard, and that it was still long. He put his hand on her pussy and rubbed her clit softly. Jim leaned down until his face was just above hers. "Open your eyes, Erin. Look at me." She did. "Your entire body is telling me you want to cum. You need to cum. Should I let you cum now, Erin?" She shook her head. He rubbed her clit harder and she drew in a deep breath. "My cock is ready to fuck you; fuck you until you can't help but cum. Is that what you want?" Jim moved his cock so that it was at the entrance to her cunt, just barely touching her. Erin's head shook mechanically. He pulled on her nipple and squeezed it. "Are you ready? Is it time?" Jim allowed just the head of his cock to enter her. "Do you want to cum?" Erin was sobbing without a sound. She closed her eyes again...and nodded. Jim could have been violent. He could have fucked her any way he wanted. But he allowed his cock to slide inside her cunt so that it took nearly five seconds for the entire thing to disappear. Erin's mouth opened, but she didn't speak. She opened her eyes and looked down at the space between her legs. She watched Jim pull out one time, and then reinsert his cock. It was all happening in slow motion, but the effect on her was obvious. Only when he picked up the pace did she show any signs of resistance. Jim grabbed her wrists and held them against the table by her head. He was fucking her now; not viciously, but rather like someone intent on making both of them cum. Erin's primary concern wasn't stopping Jim; it was stopping herself. She fought every attempt by her body to give in to the incredible sensation of his thick cock stimulating every sexual nerve in her body. Her nipples felt like they wanted to explode. Her clit throbbed. Her cunt filled with juices that only made his cock feel even better. Without any mental input from her, Erin's legs wrapped around Jim's waist. Her heels rested on the top of his ass, and his cock entered her at a new, improved angle. It was, perhaps, the last sign she would send that her body had won the battle over her mind. Jim had only to hold Erin up by the ass now that her legs had a firm grip. He compressed the soft skin in his hands and marveled at the perfect texture, totally lacking in any hint of unnecessary fat. Like her breasts, the ass was firm and tight. Jim watched Erin's facial expression change from troubled to energized. Something inside her was trying to force its way out, and Jim was pretty sure what it was. He leaned over her and took a breast in his mouth. Instantly, Erin responded. "No. Noooooo. God, no!" He sucked harder on the nipple. He bit it with his lips and licked it roughly. "Stop. Please, stop." The table rocked as his incessant pounding of her cunt increased in power and speed. "Oh God. Noooo. Nooooooo!" Erin reached up and put her arms around Jim. He allowed her to use him as leverage when her orgasm started. Then he took a firm grip of her body and, together, they fucked like animals. Sometimes Erin was on the table; sometimes she was riding in his arms. Always, she was cumming with a fury he'd never seen or heard before. Her cries echoed around them and Jim's grunts added to the noise. When he knew she was out of control and couldn't stop, he verbally urged her on and she seemed to respond with even stronger orgasms. Near the end, when she was fairly stable again on top of the table, Jim let his cock expel the cum that had been building up all day. He rammed Erin's cunt and each thrust resulted in a long, strong spurt of warm cum. The sound of his piston-like cock was easy to hear, even amid his fierce groans. Six, seven, and eight times he poured juices into her and she could do nothing but lie on the table and accept it. When it was over, Erin let her legs hang over the edge while she recovered. Jim put his cock back inside his pants. He walked over to a large box on the next table. He rummaged through it for a few seconds, and then pulled something out. He flung it at Erin. A brightly colored t-shirt landed on her bare chest. "There. Something to wear when you leave. Sorry about the blouse and bra," Jim said. Erin looked at him but didn't speak. She clutched at the shirt. "I'll be moving on," Jim said. "Report me if you must. I think you won't. Do what you need to do. But remember how long and hard you came, Erin. Remember how you didn't want me to stop." He ran his fingers over the top of her legs as he passed. He removed the two-by-four from the door and walked out. In the gloom of the storage room, Erin lay on the table and tried to catch her breath.