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Object of Affection

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CHAPTER 2
After what seemed an eternity he rolled off her and lay beside her on
the bed. He propped himself up somewhat shakily on one elbow. "You're
a great fuck, Suzie." He smiled thinly. "The best I've ever had,
seeing it was my first."
She blinked at him through her tears. "Can I... can I go now?" she
begged. "You... you've got what you wanted, haven't you?"
"Nah," he said, reaching out and absentmindedly fondling one of her
breasts, "you can't go yet. I wanna do it at least six more times
before morning."
"Mr. May," she said desperately, "I can't stay here all night! What
if my husband phones and I'm not there? What's he going to think?"
He grasped her nipple and pulled her breast up into a long cone, then
released it and watched it flop back against her chest. "What's he
gonna think if he gets more of those pictures, Suzie?"
"Mr. May - please!" she begged. "I can't stay - I just can't!"
"Well..." he said slowly. He was pulling up her other breast now,
stretching it higher and higher. "Maybe I could let you go home by
midnight, if you do everything I want." He pulled harder at her
nipple, making her wince. "Maybe..."
"A...Mr. May," she gasped, longing to grab at his tugging fingers but
not daring to upset him. "Mr. May, I... owwww!... I'll do anything!
But please say I can leave by ten. Please, Mr. May. Owwwwww!"
"Anything?" he said thoughtfully. He sat up on the bed and grabbed
her other nipple, then began slowly pulling them both up as hard as
he could. "Anything?"
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, her mouth gaping open and her eyes bulging as
she fought to endure the pain. She gripped the sheets and arched her
body high up on the bed, trying vainly to follow the relentless
tugging at her breasts. "Oh God - yessssssssssss!!"
He released her abruptly, and she fell back down onto the bed with a
sobbing groan of relief. "OK," he said shortly. "For now it's ten
p.m. But each time you say no it'll be another hour before you can go
home. Understand?"
"Y...yes, Mr. May," she gasped, rubbing at her bruised nipples,
trying to ease the pain. "I'll do anything you want. I won't say no."
"You better not. `Cause if it's a bad enough no I'll just start
sending messages. Got it?"
"Yes, Mr. May!" Her voice rose. "I've got it. I won't say no, OK?"
"Alllll right..." he said slowly. "Then here we go." He lay back down
beside her and looked at her, propped up on his elbow again. His hand
went once more to her breast. "Tell me about fucking. How many guys
did you let fuck you before you met your husband?" His fingers
massaged her soft flesh.
She felt her face starting to burn. "I..." She fell silent for a
moment, but began again when he started to frown. "Two," she said
hastily. "I slept with two guys before I met Rob."
His hand began sliding slowly down her naked body. "How old were you
when the first guy fucked you?"
The tears were coming back - she could feel them stinging her
eyes. "Seventeen," she whispered.
"Hah!" he grunted. "So you broke the law. How `bout that, Mrs. Only-
My-Husband Jones?" His hand had reached her crotch by now. "How was
it, the first time?"
It was hell, she thought savagely. He was drunk and it hurt and he
tore my dress and I got his mess all over my clothes... "It wasn't
much fun," she said dully.
His finger slid inside her wet vagina. "How about the second guy? Was
he more fun?"
Eddie! In spite of his intruding finger she closed her eyes,
remembering. Oh, the things he showed me... He was wonderful! For a
moment the memories crowded out her present humiliation. "Oh yes -
much better," she whispered.
His finger was moving in and out of her now. "Tell me about the best
time you had with him. And make it real hot and sexy. I want it to
get me hard again for my second fuck."
No! she screamed to herself, longing to jam her legs together but not
daring. I can't make what happened between Eddie and me into a cheap
porno story for a little pervert like you. It was too special, it...
"Eleven p.m.," he said suddenly.
Her eyes flew open. "What...?"
"Eleven p.m.," he repeated. "You took too long to get started, so now
you gotta stay till eleven. And if you take any longer it'll be
midnight."
"Oh God, Mr. May - please..."
His finger was making sloppy sucking sounds as it moved in and out of
her semen-soaked vagina. "You want it to be midnight? Or one a.m.?"
"OK - OK," she said desperately. "He... we..." She stopped, and
sucked in a deep shuddering breath. "It was after the college prom.
I'd... I'd just turned eighteen. We drove out to a grassy spot beside
the lake. It was... it was warm, and when he started undressing me on
the blanket I didn't feel cold at all. And we were both a little bit
drunk."
"Keep talking." His finger was still moving.
"He... he started kissing my breasts. He... licked my nipples. And
sucked them."
"You mean like this?" He leaned over to her and put his mouth on one
of her breasts.
No, it wasn't like that at all, she thought despairingly. He was so
wonderful and gentle and skillful, and I felt feelings like I'd never
felt in my life before. All I feel now is turned off. And trapped.
And horrible! "Yes, Mr. May," she whispered. "It was just like that."
He lifted his mouth from her breast. "Then what?"
"He... he slipped his hand down between my legs." She was trembling
with shame and humiliation now, her voice so low that he could hardly
hear her. "And then he started stroking my... around near my...
my..." She stopped, unable to continue.
"Around near your pussy. Is that what you mean? Around near your
cunt." His fingers entwined themselves in her pubic hair and began to
tug gently. When she stayed silent he tugged again. "You want
midnight? Or just some more messages to your husband?"
"All right!" she burst out. "Near my... my pussy! Satisfied now?"
"Nope," he said, tugging a little harder. "You sound too damn high
and mighty for someone who's gotta do anything I tell them.
Say `cunt'. Finish the rest of the story and say `cunt' all the way
through."
She gave a small choking sob. "Mr. May, please..."
"This is your last warning, Suzie. I'm getting kinda teed off with
all these noes."
"Oh God." She closed her eyes and turned her face away from him, her
shame total and complete. "I... he... He stroked me near my... my
cunt. And then he slipped one finger up inside my cunt and... and
played with my clitoris and..."
He interrupted her. "Did that make you horny?"
Oh God, she thought, it set my whole body on fire! It was like divine
electricity! I've never felt anything like it before or since. "Yes,
I got excited," she whispered. Just uttering the words seemed somehow
to devalue the whole experience. She squeezed her eyes tighter and
groaned softly.
"What did you do?" he insisted. "What kind of things did you do when
you started getting horny?" His emphasis on the last word made it
clear that he wanted her to say it. Then his finger found her
clitoris and started clumsily stroking it.
"I... I guess I started moaning and... and writhing around on the
blanket when I started getting... getting horny. I... I remember my
hips started bouncing up and down..." God, this is so humiliating!
"Show me," he commanded. "Do it like you did it then." He kept slowly
rubbing her clitoris.
Can this possibly get any worse? she thought desperately. Slowly and
unwillingly she began lifting her hips up and down on the
bed. "Ohhhh," she said mechanically. "Ahhhh... Ohhhh..."
"Faster," he said, rubbing her more urgently. "Do it faster. And
louder."
"Mmmmfff!" she moaned, biting her lip and wincing at the painful
clumsiness of his fingers. She began moving her hips up and down
faster and faster, pounding her bare buttocks against the
mattress. "Ahhh!" she said loudly. "Ahhh! Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Oh
God, she thought despairingly, how long do I have to keep up this
obscene charade? "Oooooo! Ahhh! Ohhhhhh!!"
"Yes!" he shouted suddenly. "I'm hard again! And I've got you horny
too - I can tell!" He scrambled urgently on top of her, fumbling with
his penis at the mouth of her vagina. "Wrap your legs around me," he
panted. "And your arms. Claw my back - like in those cable movies! Oh
God - do it!"
She moved under him like an automaton, following his instructions as
best she could, digging her heels into his buttocks and her
fingernails into his back. "Oh yes!" he shouted, humping wildly up
and down on top of her. "I love it! Oh God! And this time... I won't
shoot my load... right away... Maybe last... five minutes!... Oh God,
squeeze me tighter! Claw me some more! Oh yes... Oh yes... Oh yes!"
His groin was slapping violently against hers now, his penis pounding
her tender vagina again and again, his whole body immersed in the sex
act. He panted and moaned and writhed and howled on top of her, and
she lay under him with her body jerking at every thrust and her arms
and legs mechanically doing what he wanted. She was just starting to
believe that it was going to go on forever when he suddenly let out a
scream. "Yeeeeeeesssssss!" he yelled. "I'm comiiiiiiiiiinnnnngggg!!
Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss!!"
Dear God, she thought despairingly, feeling even more warm teenage
semen flooding into her abused vagina, how long is this going to
last? How long have I got to be a sex toy for this little monster?
She tightened her arms mechanically around his trembling body and
tried not to sob out loud. What in heaven's name am I going to do?
As his gasping and panting began to slow she sneaked a quick glance
at her watch. Oh God, she thought, appalled - it's only just after
seven. I've got another four hours of this! And I think my vagina's
red raw already! She cast around frantically for something to
distract him. "Mr. May," she whispered hesitantly, forcing the words
out, trying to sound as if being raped by a fifteen-year-old was the
most natural thing in the world, "it's... it's getting late. Aren't
you getting hungry?"
"What...?" he gasped wearily. "What'd you say?"
"It's after seven. Don't you... don't you want something to eat?"
He squirmed slowly and languidly on top of her. "Nah," he
sighed. "It's too much fun being right here." His hand closed around
one of her breasts and began to squeeze. Then his hips began moving
lazily up and down against her sopping wet groin.
He can't be! she thought incredulously. He can't possibly be ready to
do it again! Oh God!
"Oh shit," he moaned tiredly, "I'm all fucked out. It'll be at least
an hour before I can get it up again." His hand tightened on her
breast. "You sure know how to fuck, Suzie. How many times a night do
you do it when you... when your husband's home?"
No! her mind screamed. I can't talk about... about me and Rob. Not to
HIM! A small involuntary sob escaped her. "Oh God," she whispered.
"Did you just say no, Suzie?" His tone was less sleepy now.
"Mr. May, please - I..."
He rolled off her abruptly and stood up beside the bed. His young
face was suddenly dark with anger. "You don't believe me, do you?" he
almost shouted. "You think I'm just some stupid little kid who won't
do what he says he's gonna do. Well, I'll show you!" And he moved
unsteadily but rapidly towards the computer.
"Noooooooo!!" she screamed, scrambling off the bed and launching
herself frantically at him. "Oh God, Mr. May, please," she
gabbled, "please, please, please don't send those messages!" She
grabbed at his bare legs before he could swing them under the desk,
then started urgently kissing his chest, his stomach, his
thighs. "Please, Mr. May, I'll do anything. Anything!" Her trembling
fingers quickly found his flaccid penis and cradled it, and she sank
her face into his crotch. "Please, Mr. May," she gasped, closing her
mouth desperately around the sticky wet tip of his organ. "I'll..."
<lick, lick, suck, suck> "...I'll do anything, Mr. May..." <suck,
lick, lick, suck> "...Please, Mr. May - oh God, please..." <suck,
slurp, lick, lick, slurp, slurp, suck...>
She felt his fingers tightening in her hair. Maybe he hasn't sent
them yet, she thought wildly. Maybe I wasn't too late. She redoubled
her efforts and heard him groan: "Oh shit... that's too much! Oh
fuck!"
But his organ was still slack between her fingers. She began
frantically rubbing up and down the limp shaft, urgently fondling his
testicles, sucking and licking and kissing the head of his penis. If
I can just get him hard again, she thought desperately, just make him
come again - then maybe he won't send them. Oh God!
Then his fingers were tugging at her hair, pulling her head up out of
his lap, tipping her face back to look at him. He looked down at her
for a long moment and then gave a tired smile. "Nice try, Suzie," he
said, "but you've fucked me dry. It's not gonna get up for a while
yet."
"You didn't send them, did you?" she gasped desperately. "I'll do
anything if you don't send them."
"Nah, I didn't send them," he said slowly. "I got kinda distracted."
Then as she sagged with relief he went on: "But you didn't do what I
said, Suzie. You didn't tell me about you and your husband fucking.
So there's gotta be some payback."
She stared up at him blankly. "What... what do you mean?" she asked
weakly.
He was fondling her breasts again. "You're a teacher," he said
softly. "You oughta know. What do you do to students who don't do
what they're told?"
Her head spun. What did he want? "You mean... demerits? Time out...?"
She stopped, baffled.
"Nah," he said scornfully. "I don't mean all that bleeding-heart
goody-goody shit you guys throw at us these days. I mean like they
used to do, in the old days. You know." He began gently flicking one
of her nipples with his fingernail.
She felt herself starting to go cold all over. Suddenly she did
know. "Mr. May," she stammered, "you don't mean... corporal
punishment?"
"Yeah - that's right, Suzie. That's what I mean. Pull their pants
down and cane them type of stuff. Yeah." His smile was harder now.
She kept staring up at him. "Oh God," she whispered, appalled.
"Of course if you'd rather I just sent the messages..." He began to
reach for the mouse.
"No!" She clawed at his wrist. She was crying now. "Please, Mr. May.
I'll... I'll let you do what you want. Please don't send the
messages. Please!"
He stopped, his hand still on the mouse, looking at her. "You've been
telling me you'll do anything. Haven't you?"
She nodded through her tears. "Yes," she whispered brokenly.
"So prove it." He pointed to the desk. "Pick up that plastic ruler."
She struggled up onto her knees, the desk blurring in front of her
through her tears. She followed the direction of his pointing finger
and groped almost blindly for the ruler. Then she stayed on her knees
on the floor in front of him, holding the ruler out towards him like
a naked supplicant before a deity. The tears kept pouring down her
cheeks.
He looked at her without expression. "Say: `I didn't do what I was
told. I've been bad. Please beat my naughty ass.' "
Her lower lip trembled. "I... I didn't do what I was told," she said,
weeping. "I've been bad. Please beat my n...naughty ass. Oh God!"
"Louder," he commanded. "I can't hear you."
"P...please beat my naughty ass!"
"Louder!"
"PLEASE B...BEAT MY NAUGHTY ASS!!"
He smiled wolfishly and took the ruler out of her trembling
hands. "I'd love to, Suzie." He stood up. "C'mon. The sofa's the best
place." Then he paused in the doorway, looking back at her. "Why
don't you crawl all the way out here, to show me that you're real,
real sorry for being so bad."
She stared at his retreating nakedness through her tears. Why? she
thought despairingly. Why did all this have to happen to me? For
God's sake, why? All I did was pose for a few lousy pictures...
His voice came from the open doorway. "I'm waiting, Suzie."
With a stifled sob she got down on all fours and began crawling
slowly towards him. The carpet felt rough on her knees and palms, and
she could feel her bare breasts dangling and swaying under her as she
moved. He moved ahead of her and sat down on the sofa. "Faster," he
commanded.
She obeyed, feeling her pelvis starting to move rapidly from side to
side and her breasts sway and wobble even more obscenely as she
speeded up. She stopped at his feet, panting with exertion, and found
herself staring at his groin. His penis lay slack and unresponsive
between his thighs, still wet and glistening. If only I could get him
hard again, she thought desperately. If I could just make him come
once more he'd be so wiped out that he mightn't...
He interrupted her thoughts. "Get up here on the sofa, Suzie. Put
your arms on this end..." He pointed the ruler at one of the
armrests. "...And lay over the top of me with your ass sticking up.
And if you say no just once more tonight..."
The threat was enough. Before she knew what she was doing she was
scrambling up on top of him, quickly stretching her naked body out
along the sofa, hastily resting her folded arms on one end. She lay
facing away from him, trembling and gripping the armrest, tensing for
the first blow. Then she jumped as he started to fondle her cringing
buttocks.
"Nice," he said. "Soft. Soft and smooth and white. What's hubby gonna
say when you come home with them all red and stripy?"
She let out a strangled sob.
"What was that?" he said sharply. "Was that a no?"
"It wasn't a no," she said desperately. "Oh God, I didn't say no.
Please, I didn't say no!"
"Then what did you say?" His fingers were digging deep into her
buttocks now, fondling and kneading the soft flesh. Then his hand
made its way down between her thighs, groping for her vagina. "What
did you say, Suzie?"
"I... I said yes. Please, Mr. May, I said yes. I said please beat me.
Oh God."
His fingers probed deeper, making her shudder on top of him. "Please
beat my naughty ass?"
"Yes, yes! Please beat my naughty ass. I... I want you to beat my
naughty ass."
Suddenly his hand was gone. And then, almost before she could
register, the first blow fell, hard and stinging across her right
buttock. "Owwwwwww!!" she screamed, bucking and jerking on his
lap. "Oh God! Mr. May, please, that... that HURT!"
"You expected love taps?" He hit her even harder with the ruler on
her left buttock and she shrieked again. Then he started flailing at
her in earnest, on her buttocks, her hips, her upper thighs. "You
thought -" <whack! whack!> "- it wouldn't hurt? -" <whack! whack!
whack!> "- You thought -" <whack! whack! whack! whack!> "- it'd be
some kinda picnic? -" <whack! whack! whack! whack! whack!> "You
thought..."
She was screaming herself hoarse by now, eyes bulging and mouth
gaping open, writhing and jerking and thrashing around on top of him,
with only the clamp of his left arm around her waist preventing her
from throwing herself to the floor. "You thought!..." he shouted,
hitting and hitting and hitting her. "You thought - you thought - you
thought!..."
At last he stopped, panting and exhausted. Her jerking and screaming
continued for some moments until she finally registered that the
punishment had ended. "Ohhhhh!" she sobbed brokenly, her buttocks a
mass of searing pain. "Oh God! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"You... you still think it... it ain't gonna hurt?" he panted, still
trembling with exhaustion under her. "You still think that, Suzie?"
"Ohhhh... oh God," she wept. "W...why did you hurt me so much, Mr.
May? Why?" Why did I let him? she thought unbelievingly, through the
haze of pain. I'm almost as physically strong as he is. Why didn't I
just say enough and get off him? But even as she asked herself the
question she knew the answer. He was holding all the cards. Oh God!
His fingers touched her burning buttocks again and she screamed and
jerked on top of him. "Oh God, Mr. May, no more - please! I couldn't
endure any more. Please!"
"You saying no again?" he asked incredulously.
"I..." Her heart sank with despair. If she said no he'd send his
horrible messages; if she didn't say no he'd go on hurting her. She
sought desperately to find some other way to distract him, to please
him. She took a deep breath and slowly started moving her hips on top
of his lap, thrusting her pubis down against his crotch, forcing her
abused body to respond. "Mr. May," she gasped, as she squirmed slowly
on top of him, "aren't you getting... getting hard now? Don't you...
don't you want me again?" You horrible little monster, she thought
exhaustedly. Is this how you get it up again? Oh God.
He didn't respond. She frantically redoubled her efforts, rubbing
herself urgently against his thighs, thrusting her crotch down
against his, again and again. Please God, she prayed, please let him
get it up. Please let him get hard. Anything but more beating! And
then suddenly, with a dreadful awful clarity, she became fully aware
of her situation. Here she was, a respectable twenty-eight-year-old
married woman, wriggling around naked on a fifteen-year-old's lap,
begging him to have sex with her. How could she possibly have fallen
so far, in just a few hours? She gripped the armrest of the sofa with
both hands and wept.
Then she felt his hand rest lightly on her sore buttocks and she
gasped from the pain. "Sure looks good, Suzie," he said slowly. "That
stripy red ass of yours sure looks good bouncing up and down on top
of me." Then he gave an exhausted sigh. "But I'm not anything like
hard again yet. As soon as I get my breath back we'll give you a few
more lickings."
Oh God - no! she thought desperately. There has to be some way to
stop him - there must be! Her mind raced frantically, grasping wildly
at possibilities, discarding them. "A...Mr. May," she gasped
desperately. "The... the noise. All this noise. Me screaming and
everything. You... you wouldn't want someone calling the police.
D...don't you think we should stop?"
"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully, pinching her still-burning flesh and
making her cry out again. "Who do you think's gonna get into the most
trouble if the cops come? Here's you, willingly in my apartment, bare
ass naked, letting a fifteen-year-old kid fuck you twice - they call
that statutory rape or something, don't they? - and along with that,
there are those pinup pics to show what a slut you are..."
"But you've beaten me," she interrupted desperately. "They'll be able
to see that! They'll know..."
"So you're a pain slut. Your husband's away all the time and you're
horny. You convince one of your stupid little fifteen-year-old
students to fuck you and fuck you, and when he can't get it up any
more you tell him to paddle your ass to make himself hard again. I
mean, it's not like you're tied up or anything - you could climb off
me any time you like." He pinched her once more and she yelped from
the pain. "I dunno who'd win in court, Suzie, but it sure wouldn't
look too good for you."
"But if you keep beating me," she wailed in despair, "then I'll keep
screaming - I can't help it. And then the police WILL come - I know
they will! Please, Mr. May."
"Hah!" he grunted. "Then if you don't want the cops to come you
better learn how to stop screaming. Let's practice." And before she
could react he gave her a quick vicious cut across her left buttock.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" she screamed, convulsing on top of him. "Al...Mr. May,
please," she blubbered. "I c...c...can't keep quiet, I just can't! Oh
please stop it - before someone calls the police. Please!"
"Oh hell," he said impatiently. "Then bite down on this." She felt
something soft being shoved against her face and realized it was a
sofa cushion. "You ready for the next one?" he asked warningly.
She frantically stuffed one edge of the cushion into her mouth and
bit down hard on it. He was hitting her again almost before she had
done it. "Mmmmffff!" she screamed into the cushion, bucking and
jerking on top of him. "Ummmmmm! Aaaaummmfff! Mummmmmffff!!" Then
before she knew it she was tumbling onto the floor at his feet, the
cushion still hooked between her teeth.
She lay there for some moments, exhausted and sobbing uncontrollably.
Finally she lifted her tear-soaked face up out of the cushion and
looked up at him. "A...A...Mr. May," she gasped brokenly, "I... I
just can't take any more. Oh God, I just can't take it! P...please,
for pity's sake, please don't hit me any more. Please!"
He kept looking down at her impassively. How can a fifteen-year-old
have such a cruel face? she thought hopelessly. Is this really the
same shy gawky kid who's been following me around at school? Oh God!
She sucked in a shuddering breath and tried again. "Mr. May, she
gasped, "even with the cushion I... I'm still making such a lot of
noise, aren't I? You... you don't really want the police to come, do
you?"
His face split open in a slow smile. "Suzie," he said softly, "for a
smart schoolteacher you sure are dumb." He waved one arm around the
apartment. "Listen up," he said.
She stared up at him, not understanding. "W...what you mean?" she
faltered at last. "What...?"
"Hear anything?" he asked, still smiling. "Can you hear the traffic?
The elevators? Any damn thing at all?"
She just kept staring at him, her brain frozen. All she could think
about was the incredible burning pain in her buttocks. What did he...?
"This whole apartment's soundproofed, Suzie." His smile was almost
pitying at her lack of understanding. "When we moved in here, my dad
said there was no way he was gonna have the neighbors complaining
about my heavy metal. So he paid to have the whole place done. Didn't
you notice how thick the front door is? And the sealing all around
it?"
Understanding slowly penetrated her pain. Her first reaction was one
of relief. The police won't come after all. Thank God! But then her
mind kept slowly working and she looked up at him with dawning
horror. "B...but that means..."
"Yeah." The smile showed all of his teeth. "It means I can paddle the
crap out of you, and even if you scream your lungs out no one outside
is gonna hear a damned thing. Isn't that neat?"
Utter despair flooded her. The pain was going to go on. On and on and
on. If she said no he was going to send the pictures to her husband
and her boss. If she didn't say no he was going to keep beating her
and beating her until she screamed herself hoarse. Before she knew
what she was doing she was clutching frenziedly at his ankles,
kissing and kissing his toes and his feet. "Mr. May, I... I beg you -
I implore you! If you've... if you've got any scrap of human pity in
you, then please, please, please don't hurt me any more. I...I'll
die, I know I will. I'll just die!" Her face sagged down against his
feet and she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. "Pleeeease, Mr.
May. PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE! For God's sake..."
"Suzie..." His voice sounded almost gentle. "Why don't you use your
brain for a change?" He paused. "How come I started doing this in the
first place?"
How come? Her exhausted mind struggled to grasp his question. Because
you're a cruel perverted little monster who's getting his kicks out
of seeing how much he can hurt me. Because you want to have more sex
with me, but you can't get your damned whanger stiff again without
doing all this. Because... And then at last she remembered. It seemed
an eternity ago, but she remembered. "Because I wouldn't tell you
about... about having sex with my husband," she whispered.
"Right. So waddaya think you gotta do to make it stop?"
"Oh God." She longed for the courage, the physical strength, to
refuse. But there was nothing left. She was utterly empty and drained
and defeated. Oh Rob, forgive me, her mind cried out in agony. "OK,
Mr. May," she said wearily, "I'll tell you. I tell you what you want."
"About you and your husband fucking?"
Oh Rob, my darling - I'm so sorry! "Yes, Mr. May, I'll tell you
about... about me and my husband fucking." Her voice was almost
inaudible against his feet.
"Yeah," he muttered. "Well maybe you will and maybe you won't. You
sure have got a habit of saying no." He moved his feet under her
face, pushing her away from him. "Get back up here, so I can kinda
encourage you if you forget what you promised."
She looked up at him again, fear and faint hope warring with each
other inside her. "You... you won't hurt me any more if I tell you?"
"You gonna tell me everything?"
"Yes, Mr. May."
"You gonna make it all hot and sexy? You gonna use all the right
words, like fuck and dick and cunt and clit and tits and ass and
squirting cum?"
Oh God. "Yes, Mr. May."
"Then I'll leave that red ass of yours alone. But you gotta say it
all laying on top of me. Get up here."
She got up slowly and painfully off the floor and, still looking at
him fearfully, climbed back across his lap. Her aching buttocks felt
incredibly vulnerable. She could feel them trembling.
"Just a minute," he muttered. He shifted under her, along the
sofa. "That's better," he said with satisfaction. "Now I can reach
your tits AND your ass." He reached under her with his left hand,
groping for her dangling breasts, then rested his other hand on her
buttocks. "Now get started."
She gasped from the touch of his fingers against her sore flesh. "Mr.
May, you promised!"
"Just making sure you do it like you said." He slowly stroked her
trembling buttocks, making her gasp again. "Do you like it when your
husband fucks you?"
Oh Rob! "Yes, I like it when he... when he fucks me."
"I can't hear you. Turn your face around this way. And keep your eyes
open."
She obeyed him, cradling her cheek on her folded arms. She took a
deep breath and said it again, louder this time. "Yes, I like it when
he fucks me."
"Does he fuck as good as that second guy you told me about, that you
said was so great?"
Oh God, she thought. You little deviant - do I have to bare my whole
soul? "N...no," she admitted reluctantly, "he doesn't... fuck as well
as Eddie did."
His fingers tightened on her buttocks. "Keep your eyes open, I said.
Then why didn't you marry Eddie instead?"
"Mr. May - please!" she gasped, wriggling to evade him. "B...because
I found out that Eddie was... was fucking almost every other girl in
the college."
"So your husband's only a second rate fuck?"
Oh Rob, Rob, Rob! How can I be doing this to you? To us! "He... he's
a good husband," she burst out defensively. "He's gentle and loving
and generous. And I love him very much." And she suddenly burst into
tears. "Oh God, Mr. May, why are you making me do this? Why?"
"Because you promised. And like I thought, you're already saying no
again." He twisted under her. "Where's that damned ruler?"
"No!" she screamed. "I'll tell you - I'll tell you everything, I
swear it!"
"Well I've got the ruler now. Just in case you forget again." He ran
it across her buttocks and she cried out. "Tell me about when he gets
back from a business trip. Tell me everything from when he gets in
the door to when you finish fucking for the night. And if it isn't
the hottest sexiest story I've ever heard..."
"OK, OK," she said frantically. "I'll tell you - I promise." She took
a deep breath and then started talking quickly, desperate to keep the
hateful ruler from moving against her burning buttocks. "He... he...
When he comes to the door I run to him and hug him and give him a big
long kiss..."
He interrupted her. "Does he grab you around the ass when he hugs
you? Can you feel his hard dick pressing up against your cunt through
his pants?" His left hand started fondling her dangling breasts.
"Sometimes," she admitted reluctantly. She could feel her face
beginning to burn. She longed to close her eyes, but she forced
herself to keep them open. "If he's been away on a long trip I can
sometimes feel his... his hard dick when I press up against him."
"With your cunt."
Her face burned hotter. "Yes - with my... my cunt." Oh God.
"Go on. Does he start playing with your tits while he's kissing you?"
"No, not then. He... he usually doesn't start playing with them -
with my... my tits - until later. Until after supper."
"Well cut all the crap about welcome home darling and how was the
trip and having supper and stuff like that. Just tell me about the
action."
Doesn't anything else matter to you? she thought despairingly. She
could feel the tears starting again. She blinked rapidly, not
allowing her eyes to stay shut long enough to anger him. "He... he
usually sits on the sofa, to unwind and watch some TV. I... I bring
him an after supper drink and sit down beside him, and then he puts
his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close. And he usually
says, `You're so nice to come home to, sweetheart.' "
"I told you - cut the crap," he said warningly.
Oh God. "He... he starts kissing me," she said quickly. "He... puts
his tongue inside my mouth and we french kiss for a while, and then
he starts cupping one of my breasts..."
His hand tightened on her dangling breast. "Yeah," he breathed. "This
is more like it. Keep going."
She was speaking faster now, spurred on by his approval, desperate to
keep his mind off the hated ruler. "He slips one hand up under my...
my blouse. And then he slides his fingers under the bottom edge of my
bra and slowly pushes it up over my... my breasts. I mean, my tits.
Oh God, I'm sorry, Mr. May, I meant to say tits. And while he's doing
that he rubs his elbow down between my legs..."
"On your cunt."
"O...on my cunt. And he keeps deep kissing me while he slides my
blouse up until both of my... my tits are uncovered, and then he
moves his face down and starts kissing and sucking my nipples..."
He started pulling at her nipples. "Does that make them stick out?"
He pulled harder.
"Owwww!" she wailed. "Yes, yes," she gasped desperately, "it makes my
nipples stick out. They... they stick right out when he kisses them
and sucks them. Please, Mr. May! Owwwww!"
He finally released her. "Then what?"
"Then I usually start undoing his tie and... and unbuttoning his
shirt. And I usually say, `Darling, let's go to bed.' Then we...
we..." She stopped, choking back a sob. "Then we... Then we...
Ohhhhhhhhh GOD!" And she dissolved into tears.
"You stopped!" he shouted. "I knew you would. I damn well knew it!"
The ruler slashed down across her buttocks and she let out a sharp
shriek of pain. "You won't do any damn thing I tell you! Just when
the story's starting to get hot and I'm starting to get hard you
fucking stop!" He began hitting her repeatedly, as hard as he
could. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled. "Fucking bitch! Fucking BITCH!"
"Aaaaaaaahhhh!" she howled. "Mr. May, no! I'll... owwwwww! ...I'll
tell you, Mr. May, I swear I will, I... Aiiieeeeeeeee!
Owwwwwwwwwwwww!! AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!"
Finally he stopped, breathing heavily. "You lying bitch," he
panted. "I'm gonna go send all those messages right now." He started
to get up off the sofa, pushing her off him.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed, still sobbing. She clung to the armrest,
forcing her body back down against the sofa, struggling to prevent
him getting up. "Mr. May - pleeeeease! Oh God -
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!"
There was a short silence, broken only by her desolate sobbing and
his heavy breathing. Then he spoke. "Last chance," he said. He
sounded tired and almost disgusted. "If you blow it again, Suzie..."
"Oh God, I'll tell you, Mr. May - I'll tell you," she gabbled. "We...
we go to the bedroom. See, I'm telling you, Mr. May. Please, please,
I'm telling you, I really am. We... we both get undressed and we lie
down on the bed, and he takes me in his arms and he presses his naked
body up against mine. And I feel his... his hard dick pressing up
against me." She paused, slowly starting to calm down again, still
gulping back her sobs. "And then he kisses my breasts again - I mean,
my tits. And my nipples are really erect by now - s...sticking out.
And then he starts kissing my tummy and he runs his hand down between
my legs and slides his fingers up inside my... my cunt, and..."
"Do you play with his dick?" he interrupted.
"No... no, I don't. See, I'm telling you everything, Mr. May, I
really am, I..."
"Why not?"
"B...because he... he might..." She closed her eyes again, trying not
to sob. "...Because he might have a premature - I mean, he might
start squirting his... his cum before he gets inside my... my cunt.
Oh God."
"Before he shoves his dick inside your cunt, you mean."
"Yes," she whispered miserably. Oh Rob, she thought, how can I ever
face you again? "Before he shoves his dick inside my cunt."
"Tell me again," he insisted. "Say the whole thing. Tell me why you
don't play with his dick."
Oh God. "I... I don't play with his dick," she faltered, "because if
I do he might... he might start squirting his cum before he... before
he shoves his dick inside my cunt..." She squeezed her eyes tight
shut, trying to block out the wrenching sense of shame. She wanted
more than anything else in the world to stop talking, to stop saying
all the filthy words, but the pain and the fear drove her on.
"Go on. And keep your eyes open - I told you that already."
"Then he starts rubbing my... my clit, and sliding his fingers right
up inside my... my cunt. And I start getting... getting horny and
moaning and squirming around on the bed..." Oh God - don't make me
show you, she thought desperately. Not like you did before - please!
"Does your cunt start getting wet when you get horny?"
"Yes," she whispered. "It - my cunt - starts getting all warm and
wet, when he... when he plays with my clit."
"Does the wet stuff start running out of it?"
"I don't know," she said wretchedly. Her misery was total. "I... I've
never looked."
His sudden sharp bark of laughter startled her. "Hell - that's good,"
he said. "You don't look at your own cunt when your husband's playing
with your clit. That's so good, Suzie - I love it!"
She felt her face burning with humiliation. "We do it with the lights
out," she whispered.
"Do it? What's that mean?" His amusement was replaced by an equally
sudden annoyance.
"We... we fuck with the lights out," she said hastily, desperate to
placate him. "Oh God."
"Yeah, well you haven't got that far yet. Tell me the rest of it. And
don't forget - real hot and sexy."
Somehow she held her eyes open, fighting against the overwhelming
urge to jam them shut. The tears were pouring down her face. I can't
do this any more, she thought hopelessly. I can't keep saying all
these filthy things - I just can't! Then she felt the ruler lift up
off her buttocks. "No!" she screamed. "I'm telling you, Mr. May. I'm
telling you, I'm telling you, I'm TELLING you!" She took a desperate
breath. Where had she got to? "We... he... he keeps playing with my
clit and sliding his fingers in and out of my... my cunt. And I
get... get hornier and hornier, until sometimes I'm bouncing around
so much that he can hardly keep his fingers inside me - inside my
cunt. And then when I can't stand it any longer I grab his shoulders
and drag him on top of me and..."
His breathing was coming faster now. She could feel him stirring
underneath her, lifting his hips up and down on the sofa. "Yeah...
yeah... yeah..." he panted, his fingers closing hard on her dangling
breasts. The other hand dug deep into her aching buttocks, making her
cry out. "Keep talking," he gasped. "Keep telling me. Don't stop
now!" The hand tightened on her squirming buttocks.
"Owwwww!" she wailed, trying vainly to wriggle out from under the
bruising fingers. "He... he puts the head of his... dick against the
mouth of my cunt and he pushes it right in. Then he falls down on top
of me and grabs one of my... my tits and then he starts pumping his
dick in and out of my cunt!" Her voice rose as his fingers tightened
even more on her sMayg buttocks. "Then he... he pumps faster and
faster and he grabs me under the... under my ass and pushes his...
his dick right up inside my cunt as far as he can and he yells `I
love you,' over and over again. And then he groans and I feel his...
his cum start squirting out inside my cunt! Oh God, Mr. May, you're
HURTING meeeeeee!"
"Oh God!" He was almost shouting, heaving his hips wildly up and down
under her, digging his fingers heedlessly again and again into her
pain-filled buttocks. "And I've got the same sexy bitch that he has!
And I've fucked the same hole that he did! And I can do it and do it
as much as I waaaaaaant! Oh God!"
Then with shocking abruptness he stopped moving. "It's still not hard
enough," he said disgustedly. "I still can't get off. Shit!"
"Oh God," she sobbed. "You hurt me! You said you wouldn't hurt me if
I told you everything, and I told you everything and you still hurt
me."
"I couldn't help it," he said defensively. "You made me so damned hot
and horny." He paused, and then went on. "So - do you come when he
fucks you like that?"
"What...?" she asked dazedly, still crying.
He repeated his question. She felt the shame start flooding back,
even as the pain in her buttocks began to lessen. "I..."
"Suzie," he said warningly, "don't make me ask you again."
She felt the flush coursing through her face, felt it flooding down
to her neck and chest. "No," she whispered miserably. "He does it too
quickly. I mean, he f...fucks me too quickly." Oh Rob, she thought in
agony, is there anything left to betray?
"So waddaya do then? Go away and jerk yourself off in the bathroom?"
"We spoon," she muttered miserably.
"What?" he asked, baffled. "What the hell's that?"
"I... I lie down on my side. And then he snuggles in against my
back." She looked up at him anxiously. "You know - like two spoons in
a drawer." She hesitated, still flushed with shame. "And then he...
he reaches around me and grabs one of my tits. And then I start
wriggling my... my ass against his dick, trying to make him hard
again. And if he's not too tired, sometimes he does get hard again,
and then we f...fuck again and he does it more slowly, and then
sometimes I come."
"So," he said slowly, "most of the time you don't come. He comes but
you don't."
She muttered something he couldn't hear. "What was that?" he demanded.
"I said," she repeated wearily, "that's the way of the world. Men
mostly do and women mostly don't. And that's just the way it is."
"But you still love the guy?" His tone was unbelieving. "He fucks you
and hardly ever gets you off, but you still love him? How come?"
Just for a moment her anger flared, overcoming her fear and
hopelessness and pain. "There's more to life than just orgasms!" she
burst out heatedly. "It feels good when he loves me, even when I
don't... I don't..." Suddenly she didn't care about what he might to
do to her. "And I told you - he's a good man! He's good and gentle
and generous and kind..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, sounding bored. "You said all that shit
before." He stood up abruptly, pitching her without warning onto the
floor. "All I know is, my dick rules my life. If I can't jerk off to
it..." He stopped, then looked down at her and leered. "...Or fuck
it, then it doesn't count." Then he stepped over her, his semi-
flaccid penis dangling loosely in front of him. "I'm gonna go to the
john. When I come back you can fix me that supper you talked about.
Maybe I can get hard again after that."
She lay sprawled on the floor, her sudden anger gone. What have I
done? she thought dazedly. Oh Rob, what have I done: to you - to me -
to our relationship? She rested her cheek against the roughness of
the carpet and closed her eyes and began to cry again, quietly and
hopelessly. And I didn't even get the little bastard hard!
 

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