Chapter 2
Custom Builders was an emporium visited by laymen and construction engineers alike. It supplied a multitude of necessities for the home, including replacement windows, entrance doors, storm and screen windows and doors, inside doors, fences of all kinds, and multitudes of masonry supplies. It was a huge company now, originally out on Long Island, but now spreading to the five boroughs where, because of the energy crisis, replacement windows and doors were of prime importance.
Donna Century had decided all the windows in her brick mansion, all twenty-seven of them, had to be replaced, and so her husband drove her to Utopia Parkway-West, where Custom Builders was located at least where the Queens branch was located. Outside, it was a small store with the letters impressively written into an overhead sign. When one looked through the huge plate glass window, one saw shades and levelor blinds as well as steel doors, and tiny models of different kinds of windows sold by Custom Builders.
The moment Donna walked inside, she was impressed. In the year she had been married to Harold Century she had come to learn about quality, and she instantly saw this particular organization sold only the highest quality. There wasn't any junk.
What impressed Donna even more was the man standing behind the counter at the far end of the store. He was slightly above medium height with brown hair that fell down around his ears. He had a high forehead which, in years to come would get even higher, but it didn't detract from his good looks. His face had that appearance which, without words, seemed to say, "I've seen it all and done it all." This in spite of the fact that the man was probably no older than thirty. His eyes had the same gleam in them Donna had often seen in her own eyes. His nose was short but impressive, and he had a heavy mustache under it which only enhanced the rugged appearance of his jaw. His body was solid, more solid than her husband's.
Donna had seen many a solid body, but this was the first time she had seen intelligence, strength, and an inner perseverance radiating from the same man-a man dressed simply enough in a cotton tee shirt and jeans, and she knew this was the kind of man she liked. What was more, she had every intention of letting him know as much.
In the year she had been married, Donna had been faithful to her husband, but the urge to stray had become greater and greater. However Donna had no intention of sneaking around behind her husband's back. Harold was a worm. He looked like a worm with his glasses and narrow nose and thinning hair. She had such total control over him at this point, she would, without putting it into words, let Harold know she intended having affairs with men she found attractive, as if aware her power over her husband was so great, he wouldn't divorce her.
The man behind the counter smiled as the couple walked in and took a card from the container on the counter and handed it to them. Donna instantly grabbed it and looked at it.
"Mike Ferrizo," she said aloud, smiling.
'That's me!" Mike nodded. "What can I do for you?"
"Windows," Donna replied before her husband was able to open his mouth, and Mike immediately knew just who the boss in this family was.
He eyed Donna carefully, yet with a look of indifference on his face, never once letting on that his cock had already swelled to half-mast and would enlarge even more if he lost control of himself. She was one helluva good-looking woman, but from the way she spoke and behaved it was obvious she was an out-and-out bitch. Mike was surprised her husband took the crap she was dishing out. Hell! If he had anything to do with a bitch like this, he'd let her know in no uncertain terms just who was the boss. Not that he blamed the woman completely. She looked like she needed a good stiff mast crammed into her pussy. Her creepy-looking husband didn't look like the kind of guy able to satisfy a female midget, much less an Amazon like his own wife. Still, the woman had to be shown just who was boss, and Mike had every intention of showing her . . . if she continued looking at him and hinting without actually using words. Hell! Mike Ferrizo had been around. He had done a hitch in the navy and he had met all kinds of women all over the world. He knew there was no such thing as a dominant woman if a man put that woman in her place at the right time.
"We have the Butylview Window," Mike said, coming around from behind the counter and walking over to the display of the vinyl window on the floor. "This is the finest replacement window made. It's guaranteed to keep the cold outside during the winter, and unlike aluminum, it remains unaffected by cold."
He went into his spiel about the superiority of vinyl windows, and by the time he was finished he knew he had a sale. What he didn't know was just how big a sale it would be.
"I'd like you to come out to our home and measure the windows," Donna told him, and the look she gave Mike was more of a dare than a request.
"I have an outside man who can come. . . . "
"I want you!" Donna broke in, and walked up to him, and in front of her husband put her hand on his shoulder, letting it slowly run down his arm.
"I don't go outside," Mike insisted.
"Excuse me," Harold said, breaking in. "Dear, why don't you look at the Venetian blinds while I talk to the gentleman a moment. I'm certain I can convince him to see things your way."
"Very well, Harold," Donna nodded. "See that you do, or I'll lock the bedroom door tonight, with you on the other side."
Mike's eyes narrowed again. This one was a real snotty bitch. Shit! If she were his wife, he'd slam the hell out of her and teach her one helluva damn lesson.
The meek little man took Mike off to the side, and said, "How would you like a thousand dollars, over and above anything you can earn selling stuff here?"
"I don't do anything that'll interfere with my work here," Mike insisted.
"I'm talking about after working hours," the man softly insisted as Mike ushered him behind the counter and through a door leading into the huge warehouse where countless thousands of windows and doors were stored. The smell of the wooden rafters was somewhat musty, and Harold wrinkled his nose as he and Mike walked slowly toward the rear of the warehouse.
"I'm tired after working hours," Mike replied.
"Sure," the man nodded. "I know that, but I'm desperate. Look, I'll make it two thousand."
"Just what am I supposed to do for this two grand?" Mike asked.
"Until now, my wife has been faithful," Harold explained. "But I can tell from the way she's been acting that she's all set to step out on me with God-only-knows how many other men. I want it stopped before it starts. I figure if she steps out with a man like you the first time, you can really put her in her place and have her begging to come back to me. She'll be more than happy to become docile and do as I say."
"What the hell are you saying, that you want me to fuck your wife?" Mike asked.
"In the vulgar vernacular, that's precisely what I'm saying, provided you can do it in such a way she'll not only be worn out, but hate you and men like you forever."
Mike smiled at him and took out a Marlboro. Lighting up, he offered a cigarette to Harold who accepted, also lighting up.
"It'll cost you five grand," Mike said, expecting Harold to back out.
"Deal!" Harold nodded, surprising Mike. "I'll set it up so the two of you are alone, and you take it from there."
Mike Ferrizo was taken totally by surprise. Hell! Not that he wouldn't have liked to shtoop the lovely blonde. But somehow it seemed weird being hired by the woman's husband to do it. Even more surprising was the man taking out his wallet and peeling off hundred dollar bills, giving Mike twenty-five of them, saying, "That's half. You get the rest when I get a nice docile wife."
The two men walked back into the showroom where
Donna was looking at some woven wood shades. She turned to face the two men, tapping her foot on the filed floor, saying, "Well?"
"Mr. Ferrizo has agreed to come out and do the window measuring, personally," Harold nodded. "Dear, you pick out the style of window you prefer. I'm going across the street to the discount store and get some antacid tablets."
"Certainly, darling," Donna nodded, overjoyed for the opportunity to be alone with Mike.
Mike saw the glint in her eye and knew she was going to come on to him. He also knew there was no time like the present to initiate this bitch into learning that when she was with him, he was boss.
"Take your time," Mike called after Harold Century. "I can see your wife is interested in the woven wood shades, and she'll probably be a good half hour or more picking some out."
Harold merely waved as he left the store, and Donna turned to Mike and said, "You're a perceptive one, aren't you."
"Pardon?" Mike asked.
"Don't be coy with me," Donna snapped. "I've had my fill of coy men, especially that milksop husband of mine. I'm looking for a man, a real man, and you look like you might be him."
"Mrs. Century, I don't know what you're talking about," Mike said quietly. "All I do is sell the products you see in this store."
"Right now I'm not talking about selling," Donna insisted. "What I'm talking about is given away, free of charge."
"I don't give anything away," Mike insisted.
"I'm not talking about you giving anything away. I'm talking about me giving something away . . . to you."
Mike's eyes narrowed as he stared at the blonde woman. He came around from behind the counter and walked over to her, saying, "I don't dig teasing. If that's your game, I'm tellin' you right now, I'll kick your lovely ass from here to the corner-naked, if you're a cock tease."
'That's direct and to the point," Donna replied, her voice still cold. "Now suppose I lay down the ground rules. My husband will be gone for a half hour, and I want you to take me somewhere comfy and.. . . "
"And do whatever the hell I want," Mike snapped. "Let's cut the shit, Mrs. Century."
"D-Donna," she said, her face whitening a little as she realized she had encountered a man who would not simply knuckle under to her the way her husband had done for the past year.
"Fine, Donna," he smirked. "You wanna be fucked by me?"
"Y-yes," she nodded.
"Great. Then we fuck my way. You fuck the way I tell you to fuck. You do anything and everything I tell you. Now the first thing you do is you go into the bathroom over there and wash that pussy and asshole of yours. After all, I might have some use for that, as well."
"My rectum?" she asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Don't question me," Mike snapped. "Just do it do it now. You got five minutes to wash that whole area and come out."
Donna went into the tiny bathroom cubicle, a tiled room that was airless save for a vent on top. The dim yellow light barely let her see herself as she slipped off her panties and proceeded to wash her nether parts with the soap she found above the wash basin. When she finished washing, she had to use paper towels to-dry herself off.
Not bothering to put her panties back on, Donna emerged from the bathroom in time to see Mike putting up a BE BACK IN A FEW MINUTES sign.
"Follow me," Mike insisted, leading her into the back warehouse where he had taken her husband earlier.
Donna followed, not knowing whether she liked the idea of being so subservient to a man. The woodsy metallic musty smell of the place filled her nostrils as Mike led her to the left, to a door built into the wall. He opened the door to reveal a flight of steps and Donna realized there was an attic above. Two sides were still open, and she was able to see things stored up there. But two sides had been blocked off with makeshift walls. The stairwell was dark, but Mike grasped her hand and dragged her up. When they reached the top, he led her to the nearest closed-in section where he turned on a light. There was a pile of old mattresses there, left by a former tenant.
"On quiet afternoons, when there's no one in the store, I come up here and take a nap," Mike confided. "I ain't never fucked a woman on these mattresses. You'll be the first one."
"I suppose I should consider it an honor," Donna shrugged.
"Lady, what you're gonna get is gonna be the most honorable cock in creation. You're gonna get it when I say and where I say. Now if you had any sense, after you finished washing your ass, you didn't bother put-tin' your panties back on. So hike up that yellow dress of yours and let me get a good look at your pink ass. I wanna see those rounded cheeks in all their glory."
For a long moment Donna remained perfectly still. She knew if she made this initial commitment there would be no turning back. She had thought about cheating on her husband again and again, certain it would be easy when the time came. Now, for the first time, she was a little frightened. The man was overpowering, much more so than her husband. Had she married a man like this she would never have considered cheating on him for a moment. Mike Ferrizo was the kind of man who wouldn't stand for his wife cheating. She was confused at the moment. If she didn't do as he ordered, Donna knew full well she might never have the courage to seek out any other man, which meant she would be stuck with her husband's cock for the rest of her life. The cloying thought made her shudder and her brain trembled with horror. There had to be something better than her husband, and here was her chance to find out. After all, there was already a bulge in the front of the man's trousers.
What Donna didn't notice was the bulge in the back pocket of the man's trousers where he had stashed the roll of bills her husband had given him. Had Donna known her husband was in on this plot, she would have run screaming from the store.
The blonde Amazon decided she had to go through with this. Turning around, she pulled up the long lower half of her yellow autumn dress and bunched it around her waist.
The long, low appreciative whistle from Mike made her color. Her husband had always taken her for granted, and though he had often shown how much he appreciated her, he was not the kind of man to throw verbal compliments at her. "Bend over!" Mike ordered. Donna felt fear for the first time since leaving her father's house. Her dad had been the only man she had feared, basically because he was the only man she had never been able to seduce. It took a lot of willpower on her part not to cry.
"Now that's what I call an ass," Mike complimented. "A little bigger than it should be, but still, quite an ass. Immodest, brazen, ribald, lascivious, salacious, and profligate in every way, unquestionably one of the finest asses I've ever seen. If I were a sculptor I'd forever preserve it in marble."
He began stroking her buttocks, making her shudder, his hands caressing her silk-skinned smoothness, his fingers digging into the elastic malleability of her hind cheeks, clutching the two spheres with his hands. Despite her fear, a wild glow began growing in Donna. She began feeling what she had hoped she would feel when she had started all this. It was going to be all right, after all. Yes, everything was going to be fine.
'Tell me," Mike asked, "did your husband ever count those soft, downy little golden hairs all over that wonderful bottom of yours?"
He slipped a hand between the ovoid moons of her buttocks, rubbing it deep into the dark crevice, and the lovely girl's entire body began quivering uncontrollably. Mike smiled to himself, noticing it immediately. He hadn't lost his touch with these cunts, yet.
"Hey you're really starting to get hot how, aren't you!" Mike teased.
"Well why the hell did you think I came on to you!" Donna all but snorted. "I'm looking for a real man."
Mike laughed out loud and crooked a finger until it touched the lovely blonde's swelling cuntlips as his knuckles pressed against the lower slopes of her bottom. He was rewarded with a quiver and a sigh along with a shivery ripple in the cheeks of her behind. He laughed louder and longer, then said, "We're wasting time, honey. Off with the dress."
Without stopping to think, Donna straightened up, reached for the zipper at the top of her dress, and pulled it down. She stepped out of it, letting it pool around her feet on the paper strewn floor of the attic. Cool autumn air from the open overhanging door below swept in and rushed across the sensitive flesh that rippled with exposure. Her nipples began swelling inside her bra cups as she felt stronger and stronger tactile sensation, and her own palms were suddenly pressing flatly against them.
Mike wasted no time, undoing her bra snaps and pulling it off, as well. Now she was able to look down the bare front of her body and see the sparse hairs covering her pubic mound-hairs on the lower part of her slightly rounded belly as well as on the upper crescent of her vagina. Was it possible that this was actually happening at last?
Sounds coming from behind her caused her to look over her shoulder and she quivered as she realized Mike was hastily shedding his clothing. In no time he was out of his outer clothes, then his underwear, and finally he stood there clad only in his socks and heavy shoes, his cock still only semi-erect and swaying meatily with his body movements.
Donna cleared her throat as she stared at it. Her lips were dry and her gullet felt constricted at the moment. God! Look at it! Only semi-erect and it was a good three inches longer than anything her husband sported when Harold was fully erect. It never occurred to her a cock was capable of growing so long and so thick. In fact, its thickness was nearly twice that of her husband's. Come to think of it, the cock, still semi-hard, dangling as it did, was almost as thick as her wrist. If she had any sense she would have nothing to do with it. A cock like that would only cause her pain when it stretched her. But her body wasn't taking orders from her mind any longer. In fact, her mind was no longer paying attention to itself. A dampness was welling up in the center of her sucking pussy, wetting down her inner walls and relaxing the delicately sensitive and springy lips of her barely used cunt. Though married a year, and though in great need of orgasms now that she had discovered how they felt, her husband was almost always too busy to fuck her when she needed it most. Her cunt was still unstretched.
Donna was taken totally by surprise when Mike's palm suddenly and unexpectedly came down with stinging force on her naked right buttock. The abruptness of it added to the unexpectedness made the lovely blonde Amazon yelp. Mike only laughed. He found a three-legged wooden stool, sat on it, then made her bend across his lap, forcing her bare bottom to swell up and out all over again as his hand massaged first one gluteal orb, then the other.
"When was the last time you had a good old-fashioned spanking?" he asked.
"N-never," Donna whimpered. "My dad didn't believe in physical punishment."
'Too bad!" Mike laughed, and proceeded to wallop her buttocks hard. 'This is great for the circulation . . . " he told her, accentuating each slam with biting force. "I'll bet your old man was a stiff-necked prude. Otherwise he would've spanked you. Any man looking at this ass would wanna spank it."
"My father wasn't like that at all," Donna insisted. "He was a gentleman."
"Ain't nothin' gentle about what I'm gonna do t'you, honey," he told her. "One stiff cock coming up for one juicy cunt-chamber."
For the first time since she was alone with a man Donna knew fear. She squeezed her eyelids tightly shut to prevent tears from falling, realizing she had let herself in for much more than that for which she had bargained. It occurred to her that any audible crying on her part would only excite the man that much more. This incredible thing was going to happen to her, and nothing she said or did was going to save her. She was going to be violated, but then she had expected that much. What she hadn't expected was the violent way in which it was happening. She had wanted to be fucked by a real man, but it had never occurred to her a real man would insist on taking the initiative. That was precisely what was happening, right now. Yet through all this apprehension she felt a wild sense of arousal she had never known with her husband.
The lewd presence of this man was exciting her far beyond belief. It was enough to make her wonder about her own inner nature. Where was all that cool dignity she had always considered an integral part of her personality? Even when in the throes of orgasm with her husband she always managed to climax silently, in a dignified way. But she knew things were going to be different, now.
From the corner of her eye she saw Mike raise his hand again and shut her eyes, waiting for the blow to fall on her upturned butt. It never came. Instead, he began softly caressing the reddened mounds of her behind, and this was even more horrible since it stirred the blood in her and made her shudder as heat burned in her buttocks, but without numbness.
Hanging down as she did, Donna was able to see the thick length of the throbbing penis as it slowly continued stiffening. Even his balls were heavier than those of her husband, letting Donna know that when this man came, he would probably fill her with a fountain of sperm.
Abruptly, Mike pulled the blonde woman from his lap and made her stand in front of him.
"Spread your thighs!" he ordered.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Donna asked, looking at the mattresses he had yet to use.
He pinched her buttocks and said, "Don't answer a command with a question. Just do as you're told. Do it now!"
She parted her thighs while standing in front of him, aware his face was on a direct level with her vagina, the way he was sitting. It never occurred to her he would orally stimulate her down there. Her husband had never done anything other than missionary fucking, and as a result Donna wsa totally unfamiliar with anything else.
His hands gripped her buttocks and he pulled her forward, off-balance, and she gripped his head with her hands to keep herself from falling. As a result she shuddered as she pressed down on his skull and realized his face was sinking into the soft morass of rich pink hidden beneath the sparse curls on her pelvis. His lips kissed her vaginal labia again and again, kissing hard as his tongue leaped into her sodden cleft while his warm breath washed all over the shuddering pussy. His hands dug into her buttocks as his working mouth continued slurping away, savoring the tastiness of her womanly flesh.
Mike was pleased with the way she had washed herself. Had she not done a good-enough job, he would have whipped the hell out of her. Because he constantly kept himself clean, he insisted any woman he fuck have a pussy so clean he would be able to eat from it. In fact, that was precisely what he was doing, right now.
Donna was totally shaken up by what was happening. She had never known such luxuriant feeling. Thrill followed thrill as her body violently trembled, totally out of control. She pushed his head away, stumbled backward, and suddenly felt herself falling on the pile of mattresses behind her. Arousal flared through her as never before, letting her know she was vibrantly on fire. Her aching body was uncontrollably warm and flaming need was building in the feminine cauldron between her tantalizingly round thighs as she modestly covered her pussy with her hands. Mike grinned at her, and the grin stoked the flames inside her as the heavy penis between his thighs continued slowly thickening and growing.
Mike rose from the stool and move toward her. He reached down, his hands toying with the full, bare white breasts, breasts centered with circles of chocolate, each circle in turn centered by a nipple as thick as a pre-World War II nickel Tootsie Roll. He tugged on the rubbery extensions for quite some time, then just as suddenly, let go.
"God that felt good!" she gasped.
"I know something that feels even better," he laughed, and standing and grabbing her hair in his hands, made her sit up as he tugged her face close to him, jamming her forehead against his hairy belly. Her nostrils twitched as she immediately smelled his masculine scent. It was an aroma she found irresistible, feeling more aroused by it than ever. As a result she felt her inner turmoil increasing as her eyes rested on the huge, thick purple-headed penis, now fully swollen, shining from the secretions oozing from it. She suddenly realized the magenta tip was mere inches from her pursed lips.
Good God! Just what did this man have in mind? Surely he didn't expect her to suck on that thing? Ecch! Had her husband suggested something like this, she would have locked him out of the bedroom permanently.
Mike's hand knotted strongly in the fluffy blonde hair on Donna's head as he tugged her face even closer to his upright cock.
"Suck it!" he ordered. He shoved her pursed lips lower and snapped, "Don't try chickening out on me now. Suck that cock, baby, and do it like you love it, 'cause if you don't I'll whale the shit outta you!"
"No!" she gasped.
"I want that cock inside your mouth. Open wide and say Ah!"
His words repelled Donna, and the idea made her feel even sicker. She hesitated. This was something for which she hadn't bargained. He suddenly jerked her hair very roughly, making the Amazonian woman cry out in pain. "Don't!" she whimpered.
"Suck my cock when I tell you to do it, bitch!" he said, softly.
Terrified, afraid of the man now, yet even more afraid to end all this, Donna slowly reached up with her right hand and gripped the hot, hard staff of cock. God! Her husband's cock had never gotten this hot. What was more, it had never been anywhere near this thick. She slowly directed her mouth toward it, kissing it gingerly, lightly as she inhaled the strong masculine odor. She moved her tantalizing mouth down toward the smooth penile tip and let it play against her lips. Then she deliberately ran her closed lips against the solid length of the organ, smearing it with her lipstick. Despite her fear of the man's roughness she suddenly found herself becoming excited by this horrible thing. She realized domination had been totally wrested from her, and by her doing this, she was acquiescing to his control over her.
"You're-learning," Mike nodded. "Just do what, comes naturally, honey, that's all."
Donna put her partly open mouth against the tip of his pulsing prick and allowed the rubbery point to slowly slither between her lips, washing the organ with her saliva. She sucked at it very gently, noting how her lipstick was becoming more and more smeared, but also noting it was getting thinner and thinner. The head of his lavender glans seemed to grow and throb that much more as she rubbed her tongue against the underside. Donna was aware of a shudder coursing through Mike's loins.
"You know something, bitch!" he laughed. "Given time, you'd turn into quite an adequate cocksucker." His hand in her hair slowly relaxed.
Without intending to, Donna swallowed more of the throbbing cock, feeling its amazing thickness stretch her mouth, unable to believe what it was doing. As the head pushed into her gullet she thought he would surely back away and was stunned to feel him continue pushing forward, sinking the heavy cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She knew she ought to object, yet somehow was unable to do so. The thickness was making her gag and choke, and she found herself breathing with difficulty. The weighty cock was really considerably more than she was capable of accommodating, yet she continued moving her mouth forward until she realized, almost with a sense of pride, that her lips were pressing against the man's hairy pelvis. She sucked and gulped and clamped her mouth that much more tightly around the throbbing organ, and then slowly, naturally, she began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking wildly, uncontrollably, feeling the already thick cock increase in rigidity. Each time her head pulled back, she found herself automatically teasing the throbbing head with the edges of her teeth, and she realized she was actually enjoying what she was doing. She moved her tongue from side to side trying to make more room for the fleshy monster invading her mouth, and as a result she was licking the underside with a great amount of vigor.
It suddenly occurred to Donna that in this way she was once again regaining a semblance of power she had previously had, for as long as she kept this cock in her mouth, this man was under her control. As a result she gloried in her female power, knowing there was no way this man was going to pull his cock from her mouth until she agreed to it.
Her head bobbed back and forth, but only two-thirds of the weighty organ slid into her mouth now. From time to time she would absorb the full length of it as if letting the man know of what she was capable, if she chose to permit it. The heavy penis pulsated in her mouth as she struggled for breath, and the tip of the organ was now once again jamming itself into her gullet, forcing its way deeper and deeper, sinking into the center of her esophagus.
Donna sucked all the harder now, bobbing her head back and forth along the full length of the solid shaft that much more swiftly. She felt the tightly drawn flesh of her ovaled lips pulling out each time she slid her mouth back.
A throb in the urethra of the man's cock told Donna something new. He was close to eruption, and if she kept this up, he was going to fire into her mouth. The mere thought of swallowing that white glue turned her off, and she began gagging and choking. She hoped Mike wouldn't force her to swallow the fluid, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hand removed itself completely from her head.
Mike wanted to make her swallow his sperm, but at the same time he wanted to keep her from throwing up all over him. As a result he simply let her pull her mouth off, yet he had to let her know he was boss, and as a result, gripped her ears and forced her mouth right back on, though he didn't shove his cock into her gullet, this time. His hips plunged back and forth as he held her ears tightly, yanking her forward and back, forward and back. His asscheeks were clenching and unclenching in rhythm to the way he was thrusting his hard cock in and out of her mouth, keeping time to the rapid way her lips slid along the tubular length of his swollen cock. The salty odor and rich masculine taste made Donna gush that much more between her thighs as she realized she had hit a point of arousal she had never previously known. Oils seeped from within her and wetted down her inner crotch completely.
Pausing, she gasped for air, and Mike, not liking the feeling of having his cock unattended, tried to once again cram more of his organ into the narrow aperture that was her tight mouth. She was well aware of the hair on his thighs brushing lightly against the velvety soft flesh of her bare breasts as her mouth worked furiously, creating more saliva in order to let the cock slide in and out that much more easily.
Donna's ears picked up the stimulating sounds of her sucking as she continually worked on the rigid length of his shuddering prong. Her buttocks were bouncing up and down on the mattresses and the back of her neck ached from the fury with which she lapped and tongued the throbbing cock.
She heard Mike's strangled gasp as well, and as a result she became hotter and hotter. It was arousing to the point where she was unable to stand it. She slipped a hand between her rounded thighs, and for the first time in her life slipped a finger into the crevice of her cunt. She began massaging her vagina frantically in time to the in-and-out movement of her constricted mouth on the man's hard length of meat.
"AAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH . . . AAAAAANN NNNNGGGGGGHHHH . . . HHHHHHAAAAAA NNNNNGGGGGHHHH . . . GGGGHHHHHHAA AARRRRAA AAAANNNNNNGGGGHH HHUU-UU GGGGHHHHHH!" Mike bellowed, and then his hips were jerking forward and his spurting erection bruised the lovely blonde Amazon's mouth as he shoved the head of his organ as far into her gullet as possible.
Hot spurts of frothy fluid spurted down the lovely Donna's throat, firing so swiftly, she had to gulp and swallow to keep herself from strangling. She gurgled as she continued desperately swallowing. The warm liquid oozed into her belly, filling her with warmth and a sense of security. As quickly as she emptied her mouth by swallowing he refilled it with more spurting fluid.
Donna realized it didn't taste as bad as she had thought, after all. She was able to stand it. In fact, now that she thought about it, it tasted pretty damn good.
Mike sagged forward against her as she drained the last of his seminal ejaculation. Looking down, he saw the way her hand was frantically sawing away between her own tender thighs. She was frantically trying to finger herself to a climax.
Reaching down, he gripped her hand and pulled it away from her body. Her finger emerged from between her vaginal lips making a loud, noisy sucking sound. '
"No you don't!" he told her loudly. "I'll let you know when it's time for you to come, baby."
Beet-red from having been caught in the act of masturbating, the lovely female Amazon was aflame with the need for satisfaction and well aware of the latent volcano bubbling between her thighs. The inner walls of her aching vagina were frantically grabbing at each other in place of the desired penis that was yet to come.
"Please!" Donna gasped, all the haughtiness gone. "Please . . . please . . . you can't leave me like this! Finger me! Your penis is too limp, now! Finger me!"
"No way, baby," he smirked, his voice flat and dull. 'That cunt of yours is mine. You turned it over to me when you came up here with me, and I'm the one who'll decide what to do with it."
The lovely blonde was rubbing her vagina back and forth against the edge of the mattress, trying to create friction in the hope of there being enough to give her a climax. She was unable to remember when she was so hot, and the huge cock which would have brought succor to her aching cunt was now totally deflated.
Leaning forward, Donna feverishly attempted to cram the throbbing organ back into her mouth. Mike pulled his body away from her and a thin spider-webbed string of seminal fluid trailed from her lovely lips. She reached for his hairy thighs in an attempt to tug him forward but he slapped her hands away.
"I'll make it hard all over again," she desperately gasped, her voice filled with eagerness. "You'll see, I'll make it all so nice and stiff."
"When are you gonna gut it through that empty blonde skull of yours that we do what I want when I want?" he growled at her.
Donna was certain she was going to explode with frustration. The wet-looking, dangling penis between Mike's hairy thighs was no good to her febrile, hairy, twitching twat in its present form.
Surreptitiously she once again tried to create some kind of satisfying friction by rubbing the lips of her aching pussy on the rough edge of the mattress in hopes of allaying the burning desire filling her. But Mike realized what she was trying to do, and he smilingly pushed her onto her back, making her sob out loud.
"You really have one hot damn pussy, don't you," Mike laughed, looking at her. "Here you are, picking on that poor slob of a husband of yours, nagging the hell out of him, and all you really need to calm you down is a little cunt satisfaction. Tell you what I'm gonna do. You're gonna get dressed now and come downstairs with me. After all, we can't keep your husband waiting too long, can we? He'll get suspicious. But you take the poor slob shopping somewhere else near here, and then come back in about an hour or so, maybe on the pretext of wanting to pick out the kind of window you'd like best. Just send him on his way home after telling him you want to make up your mind about which window is going where. Naturally we'll 'finalize' everything when I come out to measure your window openings, but for now you want to decide whether to use double-hungs or two-panel sliders, or even picture windows in certain places."
"You bastard!" Donna gasped. "I'm on fire, now. I need to be satisfied, now."
"We do things my way," Mike reminded her. "Besides, in an hour I'll have a raging hard-on, and if you're a good girl I'll fuck you with it. You just do as I say and do it now."
"All right," she nodded, wearily getting to her feet, feeling the itch of unfulfillment burning in her as she dressed.