As they got in the car, Melissa was making it clear she wasn't happy. He didn't care, of course. He was paying her to be compliant, not to have feelings. He waited until they pulled out of the driveway in his little red convertible and then he put his hands between her legs again. This time he was rougher, forcing his hand up her skirt and into contact with her panty covered pussy. She screamed inarticulately and slapped him with both her hands and her purse at the same time. He pulled the car off the dark country road, into an abandoned old driveway, and grabbed both of her hands. They wrestled for a few moments, squirming around in the two small car until her legs were bent under her on the seat, she was facing away from him and he had both of her hands pinned at the small of her back.
She wasn't crying, but she was mad as hell, and he liked that. The struggle had turned him on, and he was rock hard, his erection pushing painfully against the gear shift of the car. He swiveled about a bit to make himself more comfortable. Almost all of his weight was on the girl now, and no doubt she could feel him hard and ready through their thin clothing.
"Now listen up, you little bitch", he said with a growl in his voice. "You and I both know the score. You fuck for money. Pure and simple."
"Fuck you," she screamed through her rage. She tried to squirm out from under him, but he was too strong and she was too petite to put up much of a fight.
"You fuck for money", he continued. "Now you have a great opportunity here. You can come back with me and make a few hundred dollars tonight, or you can keep fighting me, and I will pull you out of this car, fuck you in the dirt and leave you hear. Maybe you find your way back before some hick drivers finds you and makes you the girl he keeps in his basement, and maybe you don't. Your choice"
He felt her body relax a bit under him. She was really shaking now. She was scared but she was a professional and she knew she was in a rough situation.
"There you go. Relax and maybe you can even enjoy yourself", he said. "Just let it happen and it can be fun for both of us."
She started uncurling from the seat and he moved some of his weight off of her. Just as he was sitting back in his own seat and ready to drive off, she made a lunge for her door she got three quarters of the way out, but he was too fast for her. He caught her left ankle and pulled back on it hard. He opened his door and started to get out, and as she tried to kick him with her right foot he caught that ankle too and pulled her through the car, and partially out the other side. He rolled her over so that she was lying face down on the front seat with her legs sticking out the driver's door.
"So you want it the fun way? Fine by me," he said as he once again pinned bother of her hands behind her lower back and gripped them tightly together with one hand.
Melissa was starting to feel truly scared, not for being raped. In fact she had been raped by clients before. No she was scared he would truly leave her in this dark place alone and that she would get picked up by a driver or some other crazy the night held and she would never see her family again.
She screamed for help, but clamped down on it at the last moment, not wanting to enrage this man any more than he was. What came out was a guttural "Arrrggggghhhhh", and it came at the worst possible time. He had just slipped his right hand up between her thighs and pressed hard against her pussy.
"Oh, you like that don't you? Okay, we can do more of that," he said.
With that, Melissa went to another place in her mind to wait out the inevitable as she had done before.
The scream from her sounded like she was having a major orgasm, and he loved it. Could she really be this turned on by a little roughhousing? It was all in good fun of course, and he knew some girls were into it, but still he was surprised.
He pulled the skirt of her pretty dress over the round hump of her thighs and hips. He revealed the part he had been waiting to see all night. She was wearing a light tan pair of lace panties. They were the kind that came up high on the hips and low in front. He had heard guys call them wale tails before. He pulled them down to her ankles and pressed his free hand between her thighs and over her mons.
He was a bit disappointed that she was not shaved. He had seen that some of the girls were doing that now and he liked it. He liked how smooth and clean it made a pussy feel. They were somehow more naked. But no matter, he was still getting what he wanted.
In fact he wanted to finger fuck her for a little while, but was too uncomfortable in his pants to wait that long. Instead he pulled himself out, which was a little harder than he thought it would be with only one hand to make sure the ditsy bitch didn't run away or start fighting him again. He kicked her feet apart at the ankles and jammed his knee between her thighs so she couldn't slam them again. Slowly, using his weight and strength advantage, he worked her legs farther and farther apart until he could enter her without obstruction. Which he did, as hard as he could.
She was tight, but he was sure that had more to do with her resisting him than anything else. She was wet, but not as wet as he would have liked her. He liked it when a woman was extremely aroused, but he liked this type of fun too. Comfortably inside of her he moved his free hand to her head and grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled it back. She was completely in his control. He worked into his rhythm slamming home each time into her with all the force he could manage.
Something brought Melissa back from her place. She was suddenly very aware of her body and what was being done to it... and what was worse is that it felt good. It hurt, being pulled and fucked like this, but somewhere it also felt better than it hurt. With a wave of panic she realized that this man was going to make her come.
As he fucked her, Chuck was surprised to find that first she stopped resisting him as much, and then she seemed to almost anticipate his thrusts and rise to meet him. He heard her breath start to catch and knew instantly that he would not last much longer. His own breath was heavy, his pulse was racing and right as he started to feel the walls of the bitches pussy clamp down on him he came, shooting his load into her. He didn't let the spasms of his ejaculation stop him though. He kept thrusting into her until he was completely finished. When he was, he let his body fall on top of hers and rested there, with his softening cock still inside her, while he rested and listened to her cry softly.
Women were like that sometimes. Sometimes they cried after they came, he thought to himself and was proud that he knew so much about the inner workings of women.
Melissa's body had betrayed her. This man had taken something that didn't belong to him, and her body's animalistic response had been to enjoy it. She felt sick and empty inside. But that feeling was starting to be replaced by the fear of being left out here alone. She had to get him to take her back to town.
Chuck stood up, and as he did, he slipped out of her. The semen he had pumped into her was starting to come out, and he could see it running down her pale inner thigh. It made her look like she belonged to him.