Camilla Ch. 084

He lowered her slowly some more, and his cock went in an inch. He paused again. Still in her role of ditzy 'Dolly', Camilla pretended to be dumb enough to have a really slow reaction time; of course, she also reacted slowly because she so badly wanted to know what his cock would feel like. Nevertheless, they couldn't fuck now. She didn't want to risk being caught fucking Patrick: Lawson would probably kick her out, and where would she stay? Not with Candice--she wouldn't go back to her unless she promised to kill Carrie.

Finally, after his cock got a third of the way in, 'Dolly' reacted. "No," she moaned.

Looking directly in her eyes with half-lust and half-malice, just as Alex had done, Patrick kept sliding his cock in further, half-way in now.

"No, no, no," she sighed in ascending pitches and in a crescendo, though loving how his long, thick cock was causing her every vaginal wall to vibrate. "Ah!"

He slid in two-thirds of the way. Their eyes were locked on each other, hers asking him to stop, even though she was as horny as could be; and his eyes kept telling her he wouldn't stop till he came. When he'd reached three-quarters of the way in, she screamed in whistle register and came all over his pants and balls. He didn't mind.

His cock went all the way in, and poked against her A-spot three times before she came again. Now he moved her little body up and down on his cock; her mouth was as wide open as her cunt, and she was squinting, with a tense face telling him how much she was loving his ravishing of her, as well as how badly she needed him to stop fucking her as soon as possible. He wasn't finished yet, though...

Some neighbours heard her squeals, and opened their doors to look. Some men, thrilled by what they saw, got out their cell-phones and set them to video. Some women, scandalized by what they'd seen, quickly went back inside their apartments, planning to tell Lawson what they'd seen.

"We can't...do this," Camilla squealed. "Ah! We'll get...in trouble. Oh!"

"I...don't care," Patrick grunted. "Unh! You fucked...up my marriage, now I'm...fuckin' you! Oh!"

"I didn't...mean to. Ah!" She came again, way too horny to focus on using Nigrovum to stop people from seeing them.

Not wanting to soil his pants any more, Patrick lifted her up to get his cock out of her pussy; then he put her down on the floor. Completely exhausted, she was on her knees, with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open. He pushed his still-hard cock deep inside her mouth, and she began acquiescently sucking it.

He looked down at her, watching his cock go in three-quarters of the way, and out a third of the way. Not happy with the way he'd forced himself on her, and still worried that Lawson would come home soon, she realized she had to get him to come quickly. So she used Nigrovum to accelerate his arousal. Within seconds, his cock was on fire with lust. She'd planned to eat his come so as not to make any more of an incriminating mess; but he wanted to soak her face with his come, to make her punishment all the more complete.

Just when he was about to come, he suddenly pulled his cock out of her mouth; she'd tried to keep it inside, but she was too tired to concentrate on using her psychic powers. His cock came out with a 'pop'. He splashed his wad all over her nose, eyes, cheeks, and lips. Instead of her usual squeals, screams, and giggles, she just received each blast with disoriented, acquiescent moaning. He put his spent member back in his pants and zipped them up; then he took her hair and wiped her come off his pants with it.

"Everything that goes around, comes around," he said. "Good night, Camilla." He then walked over to the elevator, got in, and left the building.

The men who had been filming the fuck kept their cell-phones pointed at the naked, come-drenched blonde who sat on the floor in the hallway, completely exhausted. Her legs were wide open, so some of those voyeurs could get video of her exposed, dripping pussy.

Suddenly, the elevator opened again, and Dr. Lawson came out. The men with the cell-phones quickly went back into their apartments.

"Camilla!" Lawson said. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I was raped," she said, the come still dripping off her face.

"You're lying," he said. "You loved it."

"What makes you think that?"

"I know you by now. That come all over the floor, no doubt, is yours."

"Sorry, sir." She got up. He opened the door, and they went in his apartment.

"The gossip is going to be flying all over this building: I thought that would only be a problem on campus. I think you'd better find a new place to stay after tonight."