There is Always a Choice Pt. 02

This story in 4 parts so making a comment about why I put it in the romance genre before reading the whole story is simply moronic.

It is definitely a romance but, as in many of my stories, not in the traditional sense. In the end though it is just that, a story (ie. It isn't real so stupid comments about why this and why not that are just that... stupid).

If you haven't read part 1, I suggest you do, to fully understand the background before going on to part 2.

As always comments, constructive and critical, are welcome.

Enjoy.

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There is always a choice

Part 2

The drive to Rob Howell's large detached house on the outskirts of town took a little more than fifteen minutes and for most of it, Samantha Warrington didn't say a word. Sat in silence in the passenger seat of the older man's luxurious Mercedes, she watched the world pass by outside the windows, reflecting once again on what she was doing.

'Could she actually go through with it'

Even though she wanted a divorce she was technically still married and she would be breaking her wedding vows.

Taking a second she glanced sideways at him.

'Shit, he was bloody gorgeous though.'

The mere thought of him fucking her had her panties soaked and it was impossible for her to deny the fact, she fancied him.

'There was also the question of what might happen to Ben if she didn't go through with it?'

She realised she had little choice in the matter, knowing that if she didn't at least start to repay what they owed him in some way, Rob could make Ben suffer.

If her pathetic excuse for a husband had told her not to go then they might just have had a chance of saving their marriage albeit a minute one. Not that she felt it would be any sort of hardship for her to sleep with him. The older man was simply sex on legs and his manly image had captivated her.

Not only had her husband put her in this position by letting his gambling addiction get out of control and borrowing money from the loan shark. He had then admitted that he wanted her to sleep with his so-called friend to save himself.

In the three years of his gambling and lies that she had had to put up with, this had been the last straw and she was now determined to separate from her husband.

She would then take her time to make up her mind if their marriage really was over or if there was a chance for them.

"We're here." Rob's comment jerked her back from her thoughts to the present moment.

"Wow... you live here?"

Samantha stared open-mouthed at his house and had to admit she was more than a little impressed when they pulled up at the top of the long-gravelled driveway.

The spacious property was set in a beautifully landscaped garden and, as he parked at the front of the building, she took in the columned entrance and multi-windowed frontage.

'What was she really doing here?'

'She was about to break her wedding vows even though she wanted her husband out of her life.'

'Why did the arrogant Rob Howell have to be so bloody sexy?'

As she stared at his home a multitude of thoughts flashed through her head once more.

"Shall we go in?" He enquired interrupting her deliberations for the second time.

"Oh... err... yeah sure."

She swallowed hard. Her heart was pounding like a jack-hammer when, after helping her out of his car, he ushered her through the front door and into a well-appointed hallway.

Again, she wondered why she was really here?

She was still a married woman, albeit an unhappy one, and despite the fact she didn't love her husband and intended to separate from Ben she was still about to be unfaithful to him. However, she was also extremely attracted to the man whose home she was in.

In that moment her resolve hardened. She knew she had little choice in doing this. If Ben, and by default herself, didn't pay back the loan her husband could well end up in hospital for a very long time and as much as she wanted to move on with her life, she still had some feelings for him and couldn't let that happen.

"Do you want a drink first or shall we...?"

Rob left the question unfinished as he closed the door behind her.

"Let's just..." She slipped her arms about his neck and turned her face up to his, pulling his mouth down to hers, determined to now see it through to the end.

Almost immediately one of his hands slid up between them to cup her breast, gently squeezing the small soft mound as they kissed, while his other hand freely groped her arse. Her eyes closed as she allowed him to slowly explore her, letting herself submit to the delicious sensations he was arousing in her.

"Mmmmm... I've wanted to do this for a very long time Sam." He broke away briefly to speak before pressing his lips to hers again, "You know you're absolutely gorgeous."

They remained locked together, still kissing, as Rob slid his fingers up her spine to find her zipper. Then, he teasingly drew it slowly down, letting her dress peel all the way open, revealing her the pale skin of naked back.

With a coy smile she stepped back away from him and let the thin straps slip off her shoulders and down her arms, scooping up the garment as it pooled around her feet. Blushing she stood before him, exposing her modest, firm breasts with their partially swollen cherries, to his lustful gaze.

It had been quite some time since she had last had sex with her husband, several weeks in fact, and now, confronted with the situation she found herself in, she could feel she was more than a little moist between her legs.

"Wow, you look even better without your clothes." Rob looked her up and down, his eyes fixing on her tits then travelling down over her thong and stockinged legs before reaching her stilettos.

"You like?" Samantha asked demurely, her cheeks colouring as she picked up her clothing and draped the dress over a chair.

When he looked up and into her eyes, she could see his desire reflected back at her.

"I most certainly do young lady. Now get your cute little bottom up those stairs." He grinned salaciously and swatted her lightly on her bum.

"Ow!" Glancing back over her shoulder she giggled at his compliment, theatrically rubbing her cheek.

Then darting ahead of him she started up the stairs, the black thong riding up between her firm round buttocks to expose the soft pale globes to his gaze.

"Are you coming?" Biting her bottom lip coquettishly Sam paused half-way up the staircase to look back towards him.

"Hmmm... it might take me a little while but I certainly will be. Hopefully more than once tonight." He chuckled and began to follow her.

"Then we had better get started." She squealed invitingly as he reached for her, stepping out of his grasp and scampering away up to the bedroom.

By the time she had reached his room Rob had just about caught up with her.

Gently grabbing her arm, he spun Samantha around and kissed her again, his tongue darting between her lips. With her tits squashed against his chest, she let her arms encircle his neck in a gesture of total surrender.

Both his hands moved onto her soft mounds now, mauling them, teasing the sensitive nipples into hard points and making her squirm, pressing her form even more tightly against him. Any reservations she had had about what she was doing were gone now, her body responding eagerly to his stimulation.

"Mmmmmmm... that feels nice." Sam sighed, meaning it, her own fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he played with her breasts.

Hurrying, she pushed his top off his shoulders and down his arms, throwing it aside, before dropping to her knees in front of him her hands going straight to his belt.

As she went to undo his pants, Samantha paused as she had yet another moment of unwanted reflection. Despite wanting her marriage over with she still found it difficult to reconcile herself with the fact she was about to break her wedding vows.

'Was she positive she didn't love her husband anymore?'

'Was she doing this to protect Ben or for her own pleasure?'

'Why did he have to be so bloody gorgeous.'

'She was going to leave Ben, wasn't she?'

She sighed, with her head filled with a host of conflicting thoughts she felt herself being pulled first one way and then the other.

It wasn't her fault that she was in this position and, besides, if she didn't make the repayments then something bad would certainly happen to her husband and maybe, in turn, her.

But whatever else went through her mind she couldn't deny her body wanted Robert Howell

"Having second thoughts?" A deep voice came from above her.

"Do I have a choice?" Sam responded with a sense of inescapable resignation.

Rob leered down at her, "You always have a choice honey. But your husband's got to repay me some way and this is just a start."

She didn't answer and went back to unfastening his trousers, tugging them down to his knees before reaching for his boxer shorts. Her fingers stroking across the sizeable bulge tenting out the front of them before hooking under the waistband so she could draw them down as well.

"Sweet... Fucking... Jesus.... Is that thing fucking real?"

Her eyes opened wide as she exclaimed loudly at the sight that flopped out in front of her.

Rob Howell's cock had to be by far the biggest Samantha Warrington had ever seen in her twenty-four years; circumcised, it was at least nine inches in length and about the size of her slender wrist at the root.

Her eyes were mesmerised by his massive shaft and she barely heard him as he chuckled, "I knew you'd be impressed sweetheart. I bet you've never had bigger."

Shaking her head she stared open-mouthed at his manhood, unable to tear her eyes away from it, "No, I... it's.... it's absolutely... bloody... enormous."

Automatically her small hand encircled his thick girth, barely reaching three quarters of the way around it, and began to lightly stroke along its length. As she began to wank his rigid meat, she licked her lips wondering how she would get something that was so much bigger than her husband's penis inside her.

Standing over her Rob groaned quietly as Sam caressed his rapidly swelling shaft, "Go on... put it in your mouth baby. Suck it."

She looked up at him, her big blue eyes gazing into his as she ran her tongue teasingly up along the length of his prick from the root to the tip, before slipping her soft lips over the bulbous, mushroom shaped cockhead.

"Muuuurrrrmmmmm... Hhhhuuummmgggghhhh... Nuuuuuuuggg!"

Her cheeks bulged as she struggled to suck in the first few hard inches of his tumescent pole.

"That's it, just like that... that's a good girl."

She heard him gasp as she stretched her jaws wider, trying desperately to accommodate his thickness.

"Guuurrrrmmmmmmmmm... urrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggggggg."

Greedily she slurped and sucked as she continued trying to pleasure him until her cheeks started to ache with the effort.

"Not bad, not bad at all. What you lack in technique you more than make up for with enthusiasm sweetheart." Towering above her Rob murmured, reaching for the back of her head, his fingers twisting in her long blonde hair.

Forcing her jaws further apart Sam began to bob her head faster, back and forth, working her red lips along the first few inches of Rob Howell's pulsing, oversized cock. All the while one of her hands remained wrapped around the base of his thick meat.

Taking it in until the mushroom shaped crown probed her throat and then sliding his erection out so she could tongue the tip, she couldn't help but choke on it.

"Guurrrrgggggggggggggggg... Gluuucckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Gagging on his shaft she forced her jaws wider as it was pushed deeper into her neck.

For the next few minutes Rob let the pretty young blonde devour his throbbing organ with her mouth, swallowing almost half his length repeatedly, covering it with her spit, while her free hand cupped and teased his heavy balls.

She knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with just a blow-job though and eventually, twisting his fingers in her blonde hair, he confirmed it when he yanked her back away from him so his dick slid out of her mouth with a soft plop.

"Jesus, I need to fuck you, Samantha." He instructed her tersely, his voice hoarse with lust.

Slowly Sam got to her feet, any remaining aversion to the loan shark disappearing as she found herself mollified by the size of his erection, and she laid back on his bed watching as he finished disrobing completely.

'I can do this?'

'What must Ben be thinking right now?'

'Do I want to save my marriage?'

A variety of thoughts flashed through her brain as she gazed up at Rob's impressive physique, his swollen shaft standing out from his crotch like a lance. Her feelings of remorse quickly changing to ones of desire as she studied his body and prodigious manhood.

"Fuck you're bloody gorgeous.'

'Oh god he's going to put that thing in me.'

'Shit, but I really want him to fuck me.'

Joining her on his bed he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately as his hand found her breast again, squeezing gently before pinching the sensitive bud in the centre. Eliciting a groan of ecstasy from her his hand dropped lower, across her flat stomach, while his mouth kissed down her neck to her chest.

Taking her pulsing nipples between his lips he started to suckle on Sam's girls, sending bolts of sheer pleasure through her as he switched between the two small firm malleable mounds. At the same time his hand slipped under the waistband of her thong to delve between her legs.

"Oh yes... oh fuck.... oh, oh.... oh God... yes." Gasping, her stockinged thighs parted automatically to allow him the access he wanted.

She was his now, totally forgetting about her reasons for being there and her husband, as he drove the thoughts of anything but sex from her brain.

Squirming as his finger slipped between her engorged pink labia, Samantha closed her eyes, immersing herself in the sensations his lips were creating on her chest when he started to finger her. Spreading her legs wider, she moaned softly when he pushed, first one, then two digits into her wet slit, splitting her nether lips open and making her soaked pussy clench around them.

"Oh... yes... yes... touch me... please touch me." Sam shuddered and clung to him, her red nails clawing at his flesh.

Then, just as quickly as he had started, he stopped and pulled his glistening fingers out of her dripping hole making her groan with frustration.

"Oh please... don't.... stop." Her voice was low and husky showing just how desperately she wanted him now.

She hadn't been fucked in a long time and Rob had resurrected a deep craving for physical intimacy inside of her.

"Please... oh please.... don't stop.... I... I need it." Her voice was little more than a whimper as she gazed up at him and continued to beg.

Offering no resistance as he reached for her knickers, Sam lifted her hips allowing him to tug her panties down, easing them over her knees before untangling them from around her stilettos. With her moist shaven slit now completely exposed she lay back, spreading her long stocking clad legs wide and inviting him to mount her.

"Tell me what you want Samantha?" Rob loomed over her, his huge shaft just inches from her wet and willing cunt.

"I... I want... want you to...to fuck me." She whispered softly her eyes locked with his.

Despite her desperate need and her lust for the man on top of her the words stuck in her throat as she thought of her husband, the debt, and what might happen to him if she didn't do this.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to screw you."

He smirked and pressed his cockhead between her outer lips, rubbing it against her entrance and letting her juices flow over it.

Nervously, her eyes opening wide, she whispered, "Go slow... please... it's...it feels... so... so big!"

She felt him push in, his considerable thickness stretching her slick crevice open while her moist labia wrapped around the huge circumference of his solid pole

"Oh God... oh fuck... oh Shit, it's so... so fucking... BIG." Samantha groaned louder now, feeling his large shaft gradually ease deeper into her, "Slowly... please... go slowly."

Halfway in Rob pulled back until just the crown was nudging her entrance, teasing her for a moment, then without warning he drove in hard, sinking his full length into her pussy in a single stroke.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..... FUCK!"

Shouting out Samantha arched her spine upwards, her juicy hole enlarging to accommodate the size of his prick.

"Fuck yes, yes... oh yes, fuck me.... just fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Squealing loudly and jerking uncontrollably as he speared her, her compliant body responded by jerking up off the bed covers to writhe against his.

With his cock fully sheathed in her cunt Rob pulled back and, looking down at the blonde, began to pump into her with long slow steady strokes.

Her legs were spread obscenely wide now, giving him freedom to use her how he wanted and he took full advantage of it, vigorously slamming his thick hard length into her.

Surrendering Samantha threw her arms out wide, fingers grabbing at the sheets while her hips pushed up to force her pussy onto the immense cock that was splitting it open.

"Shit.... you're so fucking tight." He grunted between thrusts, his arse starting to rise and fall steadily between her slender black stockinged thighs

Creak!

"Unghh.... Yes, yes, oh yes!"

Creak!

"Unghhhh.... Don't.... stop!"

Creak!

"Please don't... fucking... stop."

Creak!

"Aaahhhhhhh... fuck yes, fuck meeeeee!"

Beneath them the bedsprings began to protest, creaking rhythmically in time with his deep strokes. The sound punctuated by her moans of pleasure every time he bottomed out inside her.

Whipping her head from side to side, her eyes closed tight, she felt her climax building rapidly as she squirmed under him.

"Oh God... don't.... stop... Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... please.... don't.... stop!"

Sensations that had lain dormant in her for weeks now rapidly surfaced and blossomed into existence as her body responded automatically. Her hips pumping urgently up to meet his while her nether lips wrapped tightly around his dick, cushioning every thrust he made.

Taking his weight on his arms Rob hammered his manhood into her pussy, his tempo increasing as he fucked the helpless young blonde mercilessly. With his eyes fixed on hers he watched her succumb to the pleasure and start to lose control of her body.

"That's it baby... cum for me... cum on my cock!"

It was all too much for Samantha and, lost in the ecstasy he had ignited in her, she started bucking wildly and went completely over the edge.

"Fuck... oh fuck... fuck I'm... I'm... cuuummmmiiinnnnggggggggggg!"

Shrieking she convulsed under a man fifteen years older than her as he continued to thrust up into her spasming cunt.

Her orgasm ripped over her sending wave after wave of almost unimaginable ecstasy out from her core and through her limbs, while her fingers clutched tightly on the bedcovers, knuckles whitening.

Rob let her come down from her high, slowing his tempo and fucking her through the final throes of her climax before pulling out of her completely and, despite her feeble protests, flipping her over onto her hands and knees.

"What are you... unghhhh...... yes, yes, oh fuck yessssssss!"

Moaning even louder she gasped as he slammed his erection straight back into her gaping slit.

Grasping her hips, he pulled her back as he started to piston deep into her pussy, driving his cock between her distended glistening labia as they clung to his shaft cushioning it and making every stroke that he made even more pleasurable.