Daughter degraded

CHAPTER FOUR

"I'm so glad you could come," Rhoda said breathlessly, holding the front door open.

"No problem. What's wrong?"

Brad Dennis walked into the house, straightening his tie as Rhoda closed the door behind him.

"It's Cindy, Mr. Dennis. I… I just don't know what to do. She's gone… at least, she hasn't come home from the store. She's never this late and I… well, I'm worried," she confessed.

Desperate for help, she had called Brad Dennis.

He was her employer, a criminal lawyer who had been practicing in Beverly Hills for nearly eight years. Rhoda looked upon him as more than a boss – a friend, confidant, and lately, as a potential mate, although she would never admit that to herself, let alone to Brad Dennis. She stood by the phone, glancing at it, feeling guilty as she wrung her hands and watched Brad's face darken with concern.

"Have you called the police?"

Rhoda nodded her head, sucking in a deep breath. Even now while talking with him, she felt her knees weaken once more. The feeling between her legs – that itchy, hot feeling that raced up and down her thighs – was coming back. Lately it came back whenever she stood near the man. Even now while talking about her missing daughter, Rhoda felt excited, turned on by Brad.

"But they said they'd have to wait twenty-four hours before they did anything. Lots of girls run away, they said. Cindy wouldn't run away. She was too happy, too…"

Rhoda couldn't finish her sentence. Thoughts of what her daughter might be going through terrified her. There had been stories of women disappearing off the streets, of young girls getting picked up, never to be seen again. She thought of these stories and moaned, sitting down on the edge of the sofa.

"That's all right. I've got some friends down at the station. Maybe I can get something going," Brad said, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders.

Rhoda felt her pussy contract at that heavy, hot touch. She leaned against him for comfort. But the touch of his body, of his chest against her shoulder, made her heart skip a beat. He patted her gently, then rose and walked to the phone. Calling someone, he mentioned Cindy's name, the place where she'd last been seen, and all other information Rhoda could provide him.

"Well, nothing like having some favors owed to get things done," he said, smiling broadly down at her.

"Mr. Dennis… are they going to do something?" Rhoda asked, rising from the couch and clasping her hands in front of her.

"They're going to start looking around right now. Don't worry, Rhoda, and stop calling me Mr. Dennis. I feel like I'm your doctor."

"Sorry," she said, lowering her eyes, feeling her cheeks flush a deep red.

"You know, I worry about you and Cindy living alone like this," he said, spreading his arms out. "I don't mean financially. I know how much I pay you. But you don't even have a dog, a gun you could protect yourself with."

"Nothing's happened around here for years," Rhoda replied, appreciating his concern.

Brad Dennis was so handsome, so masterful! His dark hair, blue eyes, trimmed beard and moustache accented the rugged features of his face. Rhoda knew he had a fine body as well as a fine mind. He worked out at the men's club nearly every day. She knew because she had had to call him there often, interrupting his weight-lifting class.

Sometimes at night often Cindy was asleep and the house was quiet, Rhoda would fantasize at night, rolling her body around on her large bed upstairs while sticking her finger in and out of her sucking cunthole. It was then she thought of Brad, thought of how he would feel rolling on top of her, holding her down with his hands and legs while trenching out her cunthole with his fat dick. It was then when she wished she hadn't made that silent vow in the courtroom as her husband made a fool of her.

"That doesn't mean something can't happen tomorrow. I wish you'd buy something… at least a German shepherd pup or something."

Brad was sitting down next to her again, stretching out on the sofa, loosening his tie. Tufts of black body hair curled around the collar of his pastel dress shirt. Sitting down, Brad unconsciously hiked his trousers tightly against his crotch.

Rhoda lowered her eyes, caught the swell pressing against the gray material of his pants. She blushed, he was so big, much bigger than her husband was! Another flash of guilt. How could she be thinking about sex, about something that would only remain a fantasy when her daughter was still missing?

"You know, I miss something like this. Hell, I'm so busy with meetings I don't really have a place to come home to… at least not this comfortable."

"Oh, I do what I can."

He was becoming personal, close. She could feel his body warmth against her side, feel his touch. Rhoda closed her eyes as a particularly powerful spasm passed through her cunt. Her lips were swelling with blood, puffing out as more juice seeped from her hole. A drop of sex butter trickled maddeningly through the tangled thicket of her pussy, dripping onto her thighs. She moved her logs, rubbing her cuntlips against her clit. It felt so good, so dangerously, awfully good!

"You know, you've been good to have around the office. You've been with us for several years, but only now I've noticed you," Brad said, still not looking at her.

Rhoda dropped her eyes again. That bulge, that outline of ibis cock, was growing. She was sure of it! It was growing, becoming longer, thicker! Her cheeks were turning a darker and darker red. "And I hope you've noticed."

Rhoda gasped. His arm snaked around her shoulders, drew her closer while a hand chucked under her chin. He was drawing her close, holding her tightly. She struggled, feeling like a tiny bird held in the claws of a large cat.

"I… I don't think we're doing the right thing…"

Rhoda couldn't finish the sentence. Heat concentrated in the fuzz-colored, juicy mound between her legs. It had been so long, too long, since a man had touched her there, had said or done anything that would make her feel like this now. Perhaps it was the excitement of the phone call she'd received earlier. Perhaps it was the tension, the worry over her lost daughter.

In some mysterious way her flesh seemed to glow because of his touch. He was unfastening her blouse, kissing her lightly on the neck. Her head fell back as she moaned. Her blouse parted, his hand going inside and playing with the bra cups while she squirmed her ass on the soft cushions. Rhoda felt a sudden glow wash over her.

"Ummm… don't… I…"

"Yes, you do, Rhoda. You want it, want it bad. I've seen you, watched you in the office," Brad said, his voice expressing confidence.

Rhoda opened her eyes and stared up at him. He was so handsome, so self-assured. His hands moved under the bottom edges of her bra cup. She felt fingers touching her soft tit flesh, her nipples! Rhoda gasped, snapping her knees together rubbing her thighs against one another. More juice bubbled out from her hole, wetting down the nylon crotch panel of her panties.

"Oh yes, yes," she gasped, feeling her defenses crumbling. At the sound of Brad's heavy breathing, at the touch of his tongue as it flicked into her car, Rhoda felt her clit swell.

A knot of tension formed between her belly and cunt. They shouldn't be doing this. They should be waiting for a phone call from the police, possibly even patrolling the neighborhood for her daughter. Perhaps Cindy was over at one of her friends' homes, although Rhoda was relatively sure she'd phoned everyone Cindy knew. Maybe… oh God, his touch was so good, so overwhelmingly good!

Glancing down, she saw one hand was between his legs. She watched carefully. He was deliberately rubbing his dick, making it longer, harder, thicker. The outline was throbbing against his fingers now. A long wet spot appeared, blotching the material of his dress trousers. Rhoda sucked in a deep breath. It had been such a long time for… for this!

"Let's go upstairs, hummmmm?"

Rhoda nodded, feeling as if she couldn't move an inch. Brad understood. Scooping her up in his powerful arms, he moved through the living room, carrying the panting woman up the stairs, down the long darkened corridor into her bedroom.

Rhoda felt so odd, so strange. It had been so fast, so sudden. How could she have fallen this easily after she had so carefully built up her walls against men? The walls must have been crumbling long before this.

"In here," she gasped, nodding toward her bedroom door.

Images drifted in front of her eyes. She felt herself being lowered to the bed, felt him fumbling with her bra, pulling it off, slipping her skirt down her hips. Soon her body was stripped of all clothing except her juice-soaked panties.

Glancing, Rhoda saw Brad's body – those thick muscled, bulging biceps, the thick matting of hair that ran down the center of his chest, fanning out just above the elastic waistband of his jockey shorts. She could make out his dick bulging against the piss-flap, pushing the loose pocket of material out. It was larger than she'd thought, much bigger!

"You don't know it, but I've been waiting for this for a long time," Brad said, his voice husky.

Thumbs under the waistband, he slid his shorts down.

His cock sprang out… blood-heavy, long, throbbing with lust. Rhoda's eyes widened as he walked up to her, his big hands stretched out in front of her.

"Take it!"

Something had come over him, a sudden change, a veil that seemed to have darkened his eyes, changed him completely from the patient, understanding individual to a brute animal.

He was on the bed, the mattress sagging down where he was kneeling. She slid a bit toward him, her fingers digging into the mattress. He was rubbing his cock. A strange smile crossed his lips, one she'd never seen before.

As each second passed, Rhoda became more and more apprehensive. She had never thought a man could change so rapidly. Of course, her husband had become passionate while making love. But never, never had he had that spark of evil she now caught in Brad's eyes. What a surprise!

"I said… take it!"

He reached out, sliding the fingers behind her head and pushing her face up against his groin. Rhoda choked, smelling his crotch, feeling the hairs tickling her nostrils. His cock pressed hard against her upper lip, rubbing back and forth, his balls brushing over her chin. The woman gasped again, raising both hands, pressing her fingers against his groin, trying to catch a breath of air!

"Yeah, that's it, Rhoda, that's it," he sighed, rubbing his cock over her mouth.

Rhoda kept her lips shut tightly, feeling confused, disoriented.

"What are you… ughhh, what are you doing?"

Rhoda had never particularly enjoyed giving head, even when her husband had been relatively patient in the beginning. Later, he just shoved his dick down her throat, holding her face against his groin while he hunched hard and fast, spilling his cum in her mouth while she choked, gagged and coughed. Brad seemed to be going the same way.

"Come on. All women like giving head. It's a good way for them to start," Brad said, his fingertips pressing hard against the sides of her head.

Rhoda struggled at first, then stopped, realizing there was nothing she could do. She could feel his dick rubbing over her lips, flattening them while his cockhead slipped closer and closer to her mouth. She felt his balls swing against her chin, felt his fingers stiffen while his breath began to catch.

"Take it."

Reluctantly, feeling more fear than she had in a long time, Rhoda opened her mouth. Brad had her now in a sitting position, her hands limp at her sides while her face was pressed to his groin. He inched back, his thick-muscled thighs shaking with excitement. He drew his cock over her lips, making it perpendicular to her mouth. The moment Rhoda opened her mouth, he flexed his ass muscles, shoving in his dick halfway.

"Mmmgmmmff!"

Rhoda gagged, closing her mouth around his cock without biting him. The salty, bleachy flavor of his oozing pre-cum made her swallow, then nearly gag while Brad shivered and groaned. He was calling her all sorts of names, telling her he was going to do all sort of things… much in the same way that obscene phone-caller had done. He inched forward again, pressing his flat belly against her nose and chin. She felt one hand reaching down to her jaw, pressing hard against where the upper and lower bones met. The pain was too great. She had to relax again, open wider, admit the full thick length of his cock.

She was gagging, her stomach bucking, threatening to turn over from the sudden intrusion. Brad hadn't waited to be gentle. He shoved in, his cock sliding over her tongue, the head touching her tonsils and finally the back of her throat.

"Come on, baby, move your tongue. That's it, Rhoda, move it over my dick. Come on, I wanna feel you enjoying this, sucking it in," he whispered hotly.

It was almost as if she were drowning, holding her head underwater. Somehow she managed to suck in air through her nostrils and around the sides of his hammering dick. Brad didn't seem to care whether she gagged on his dick or not. He kept sliding it in and out, faster and faster, telling her to work her tongue over the ridge that ran along the underside of his dick, then ordering her to suck around the place where the foreskin had been cut away.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, move it, move that damned tongue! Ohhhh man, suck me good, Rhoda, suck me good! Yeah, gimme that great kind of head I always thought you would."

Just like a man. He was so kind and considerate at the office, almost too, much the gentleman. Never in her life would she have believed him capable of performing this way in bed! He was acting like some kind of animal. Now he was fucking her mouth, stuffing her with his dickmeat, rubbing his hairy belly against her face and relishing the way he was degrading her by this very act.

She was choking! He was holding her face too tightly to his belly, keeping his dick lodged too deeply in her throat. Rhoda panicked! Jerking her arms up, she dug her fingernails into his bully, making long red marks on his flesh.

Brad grunted, but still held tightly on to heat, his cock throbbing against her cheeks and tongue. Rhoda could feel her throat contracting around his cockhead, squeezing the meaty bulb, actually milking it as he drew his cock back and let out a long, shuddering groan. He was close, on the brink! Just a little more of that hot wet friction, just a little more of her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his prick, and he'd be spraying her mouth with his jizz.

"Man, baby, man, stop it!"

He grabbed her head and pushed her away, his cock springing away from her pouting lips. Rhoda crossed her eyes, staring at his fat dickhead. It had turned a dark shade of red, almost purple.

She was panting, gasping for air as his fat prick jerked against her nose. She could smell herself, smell him.

"Okay, baby, okay, now we have a little fun." He slid off the bed, telling her to stay there as he rummaged through her drawers. What was he looking for? It was almost like watching a thief searching through her room and being helpless to stop him. Then he pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose from the third bureau drawer. Twisting it into a tight rope, he stretched it thin between both arms, holding it up as he approached her once more.

Rhoda shrank back, scooting up until her head banged against the headboard.