Chapter 3
"This is madness," Caryn insisted. "I'm leaving, right now!"
"Go ahead," Steve smiled. "If you do, a copy of everything you've seen goes to the board of trustees as well as the president, himself. Caryn, you'll never be promoted and earn more money. Joyce, you'll probably be fired and never get another job in a bank."
"Why are you doing this?" Caryn asked. "What did we ever do to you?"
"To begin with, you forced me to stay in the car pool when I wanted to drop out."
"You can drop out, right now," Caryn nodded.
"No!" he snapped. "From now on, both you girls will share the driving. We won't use my car at all. But then, your cars, as of Monday will be parked in front of my house, since as of right now you've moved out of your apartments and you'll be moving in here."
"I ... uhhhh ... have a date tonight," Joyce insisted.
"You won't be keeping it," Steve shrugged. "But never let it be said I used any kind of physical force to keep you here. You're both free to walk out any time you wish. I'll even drive you to your respective apartment houses, but you can bet that before the day is over, duplicates of those pictures will be in the mail."
"How much do you want for the pictures?" Caryn asked.
"Money?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "Forget it! I want your virtue, Caryn, all of it. I'm going to make you commit what Ninetenth Century authors used to refer to as unspeakable sexual acts. You too, Joyce, though I suspect it won't be quite as bothersome to you. I want your bodies, I want your souls, I want both of you for the rest of your lives. You'll continue to work at the bank, even gain promotions, just as I expect to be promoted right behind you, Caryn. When you become a vice president, you'll make me bank supervisor. Joyce can even be promoted to head teller, so she can earn more money and spend it on me. But from now on, for the rest of your lives, you fuck for me, you suck for me, you clean, cook, sew, and shop for me. Even when you retire, if I ever show the records to the board's trustees, they'll cut off your pensions."
"I don't want to live with you!" Joyce screamed.
"There's the door," he smiled. "Go on, walk out!"
"You can't!" Caryn said to Joyce. "If you go, and he shows those records, I'll be dragged down with you."
"Precisely," Steve smiled. "It's me, or nothing."
"All right," Caryn nodded, wiping perspiration from her brow. "You win. We'll stay! Lord! It's still so hot in here."
"Not really," he smiled at them. "That's just the mild aphrodisiac that was in your wine. I'm afraid the only way to get rid of the heat is to fuck, dear lady."
"N-now?" Caryn gasped.
"Right now," he smiled. "As for you, if you're thinking of leaving or calling the police, remember, certain friends of mine hold copies of those photos, and they know that if I'm arrested or if anything happens to me, they have to mail those photos in pre-addressed envelopes."
"Wh-what do you want me to do?" Joyce asked.
"I want you to take my car, go to your apartment, gather all your clothing, and bring it back here. By the time you get here, I'll be finished with Caryn, and she can do the same thing while I fuck you. Tomorrow, I'll take you to get your cars, and on Monday you can terminate your apartment leases. Any furniture you have can be sold."
"You're really certain I won't try running away?" Joyce asked.
"Where would you go and what would you do?" he asked. "All you know how to do is to be a teller in a bank, and any bank hiring you will want references. You'd start at the bottom all over again, if hired, and if you were lucky, you might make it partway up the ladder of success, provided they never discover why you left the Traveler's Bank. But you'll always have that hanging over you. It's something you'd never be able to tell a future husband, because if he found out you were involved in what amounts to a criminal cover-up, he would divorce you and you might be stuck with children, or even worse, have them taken away from you."
"What about you?" she asked. "What's to stop me from becoming pregnant with you?"
"Nothing," he smiled. "But I'll adopt any children I sire on you, so they'll be legitimate, even if we never do marry. They, along with children Caryn will give me, will also go into the banking business, and who knows, by the time we're all ready to retire, our children might well control the Traveler's Bank."
"I hate you!" Joyce snapped.
"Good!" Steve smiled. "It's going to make fucking you that much more pleasurable. Now get out!"
As Joyce put on her coat and left, taking his car keys, Steve propelled Caryn into his master bedroom, leaving the door wide open. "Just in case Joyce comes back sooner than we expect," he told her. "We can give her an eyeful. But right now you're going to lose that snobbishness of yours with a good fuck. It's just what you need."
"That's what you think!" Caryn snorted at him, quaking as he came closer. "You don't know a damn thing about what I need."
"I know one helluva lot more about women than you know about men," Steve replied with a sneer on his face.
He hated her smugness and her air of superiority in spite of the fact that it was obvious she didn't know the first thing about sex. She was trying to make him feel insecure, but he knew she was the last person in the world really able to do that.
She wasn't a bad-looking woman even if she was a little chubby. Besides, he always liked playing with big fat asses. He would probably get the biggest thrill out of walloping her asscheeks as he fucked her. It was plain from the glazed look in her eyes the aphrodisiac was really having its effect.
"Take off the dress," he insisted, referring to her dowdy looking black dress.
Caryn didn't know why she complied, but she unzipped her dress, pulled it over her head, and let it fall on the small chair in the bedroom off to the left. She wore a full slip, and he motioned for her to rid herself of that, as well. She reluctantly did so, and now stood in front of him in a brassiere and panties. Her belly was surprisingly flat considering how big her buttocks were, and she wasn't wearing a girdle. Her orange-sized breasts should have been larger, but what the hell! Steve would take what he was able to get from her. If he'd wanted big tits, he would have brought other women here. Beggars had no right to be choosers. Caryn and Joyce were all he was really going to have on a permanent basis in his lifetime. He might just as well make the best use of them possible. Meek, quiet Steve Blaze was finally going to have a family life, of sorts.
He reached out for Caryn and allowed his two hands to plunder the softly yielding flesh of her breasts. Then his fingers gripped the straps of her brassiere. For a moment he considered breaking them, but he changed his mind. Instead, he sharply yanked them down over her soft arms, tugging the brassiere to her waist. Her hands went behind her and unsnapped the harness, letting it fall, and from the waist up she was completely naked to his lascivious gaze.
In spite of the hate and the fear she felt, Caryn was unable to restrain the hot sparks of lust she was feeling, caused by the aphrodisiac she had swallowed. The touch of his fingers on her soft, silken flesh made her tremble all over.
"The panties," he insisted. "The pantyhose as well."
She hooked her thumbs in the elastic tops of her panties and pantyhose, and tugged. She squatted as she pulled them down to her ankles and then sat in the chair as she took them from her feet. Then she was standing again, now totally naked, revealing the fact that even if she was a little overweight, her flesh was firm, and there were no stretch marks.
The hungering way he looked at her ought to have frightened Caryn, but it didn't. The aphrodisiac made her very bold. He was controlling her, yet she ached to control him. If nothing else, she was going to make him ache with desire for her, for she knew that in spite of her few extra pounds she was basically a very pretty woman who verged on being beautiful. Other men had often looked at her with hungering eyes, and even though she had outwardly despised what she was certain they were thinking, inwardly she was thrilled to know she was capable of arousing the beast in any man.
All right! she thought. You want to fuck me? head and do it!
"Okay," Steve nodded, satisfied she was obeying him as he led her to the large king-sized bed with the headboard against the right wall as one entered the room.
He quickly began to undress, letting his clothes hit the floor. The moment he revealed the length and breadth of his heavy-veined cock, Caryn gasped. She'd had no idea this man was so well endowed. Merely looking at it terrified her, and she knew it would shortly be probing into her vaginal slit, widening her virginal tunnel and causing even more pain when it broke her hymen.
"I'm a virgin," she told him.
"Go get a towel from the bathroom," he instructed.
She did so, returning a moment later. He had her spread it on the bed, then had her lie down on top of it.
"You're not going to be a virgin much longer," he laughed.
Joyce would go and get her clothing in a little while. She was well aware of the fact that Steve had her and Caryn trapped. She had always thought of Steve as a worm of a man, and now she had to admit he'd surprised her. Not that she thought that much more of him. Facially he was good-looking enough. It wasn't that bland kind of face she detested. In fact, one of the reasons why she had always treated him unkindly was his slight resemblance to her former husband, who had been really rotten. The man was as warm as her husband had been cold, and she had made up her mind a long time ago never to fall for anyone who even faintly looked like Ralph, her ex. Yet here she was, allowing herself to be enslaved by him.
Joyce knew she wasn't a bad-looking woman. A little on the skinny side, but that was because of an overactive metabolism. Considering how thin she was, she had big enough breasts. If she had put on as much weight as Caryn, her breasts would probably be bigger than Caryn's.
Joyce had a bit of the sadist in her. The idea of watching Caryn being deflowered was something too good to be missed. So after she walked out of the house, she waited five minutes, then quietly unlocked the door, and with her shoes off, padded silently back in again, quietly shutting the door behind her. She took off her coat and left it on the back of the near sofa, then silently padded to the doorway of the master bedroom. Steve had turned on a lamp in there, but the hallway was very dim because it was almost dark outside. Smiling to herself, she watched, as Steve said to Caryn, "I'm going to give you the fucking of your snooty life, you bitch! I treated both you and Joyce decently, and all you both did was to figuratively fuck me whenever possible, making certain I'd be stuck with the pair of you for as long as you wished. Well now the two of you are stuck with me, and for as long as I wish, which will be forever. Spread those chunky legs wide because I'm going to cram every fat inch of my big dick into that tight and narrow little pussy of yours, and I'm going to enjoy hearing you scream the whole time."
In the bedroom, sprawled on her back on the bed, never suspecting for a moment that Joyce was in the hallway watching and listening to all that was taking place, Caryn started sobbing, terrified, anxious and yet afraid. This was going to be the worst night of her life and she knew it. But there was nothing she would be able to do to snap him out of this mood because she was well aware how much and to what extent she and Joyce were responsible for his behavior. Why wasn't it possible for him to behave sexually as he did when in public? He was always such a gentleman, always respectful, always careful. Now he was nothing better than an animal.
Steve was on fire. He had been waiting for this for so long, the more he looked at Caryn's nakedness, the more he wanted her. Hell! If he didn't cram his cock into her teeming pussy in a short time, he would be shooting into the air. Jesus! It was fabulous to have her lying there this way, so helpless, so ready for him, so totally subjugated by him in such a very short time.
He liked the way her rounded breasts, like inverted bowls, stood straight up into the air instead of flabbily falling back into her body as happened with most women. Those chocolate-colored nipples looked so tasty, he ached to bite them off. Then there was that silken, creamy flesh of hers, flesh she even guarded in the summer, afraid of skin cancer. She was like white ice cream lying there on his bed, and he licked his lips at the thought that she was all his, his for the eating.
He was glad she was a virgin. It seemed only fitting somehow that she lose her cherry to him. After all, in the first year, when Joyce hadn't been with them, he had treated her like a queen, and he had even covered up a mistake or two of hers by himself, without her knowing about it. That was how he had come to know how prone she was to making mistakes. Then Joyce had come along, and the two sexist females had ganged up on him. It was probably more Joyce's doing than Caryn's in the beginning because it was obvious Joyce showed she despised him from the start. But Caryn had gone along with it, and it had angered him considering how decent he had been to both of them.
They'd had no reason to behave as they had. Well now he was going to give them a reason, only from here on in, whatever he did would be just fine with them. If he kicked them, they would smile and thank him for it. As far as they were concerned, he was God.
Walking over to the bed, he lay down on top of the chubby body of the supinely exposed woman, his lust-stiffened cock nudging against the softness of her belly, making her gasp. The heat of it was terrifying, and since she had never felt a cock before, Caryn didn't know what to think. The head actually pushed her stomach flesh in, almost causing her pain, and she yelped as she jerked her body away from him.
"Please...." she begged. "I'll do whatever you say, but be gentle about it. Don't hurt me. I did nothing to physically damage you."
"Baby, you're going to let me fuck you any which way that damn well pleases me," he snapped.
The last thing he wanted was to have this dumb cunt tell him what to do. Any indication that she might be unhappy about something merely made him that much happier. His voice was strained and heavy with desire for this woman, not so much because she was attractive-which she was-but because she had always represented something heretofore unattainable. Caryn trembled beneath him, too terrified to do anything other than what he wanted, knowing by now that he was considerably stronger than she, physically, and he was going to do as he wished no matter how she felt.
Just like this, her virginity was about to be removed, after she had carefully guarded it all these years. Yet she had no choice. It was either giving in to this man, or eventually losing the position she had been working all her life to attain. What was more, there was every possibility that had it been known she was single without any male friends of her own, whoever was above her would have made sex a condition before promoting her. This way, when it became known she was living with Steve, and it would definitely become known after a while, other men would keep their hands off her.
Abruptly his hands found their way to the fullness of her orange-sized breasts, and he squeezed them. The naked mounds slipped through his fingers like vanilla cream as he ground his tensely naked body against hers over and over. No man had ever touched her breasts before, and though his fingers weren't gentle, she had to admit she liked his touch. Even so, totally unused to this, she was more than a little frightened and as a result, she was tense.
"Come on, baby, come on!" Steve muttered into her mouth as he all but banged his lips against hers, cutting the insides of her lips on her teeth. But she remained frozen, frightened by all this which was so new to her.
Finally he stopped, totally disgusted by her complete lack of response. He wasn't used to this kind of behavior. All the women whom he had fooled around with on Saturday nights, the wives who became bar flies, were only too willing and anxious to give him what he wanted.
"All right," he finally said. "We have to do this the hard way. Roll over and get up on your knees, honey!" he commanded in a harsh voice, his hands roughly turning Caryn around as he rose to his knees on the bed in back of her.
The man lifted the lovely woman's nakedly tense and unresisting loins until he had her knees propped under her. Now he had her positioned on all fours like the bitch she was, his hands firmly gripping the delightful shapes of her wide hips, while his eyes feasted on the breadth of the cheeks of her ass. They wobbled this way and that as they shook in the air, trembling from side to side like great bowls of white gelatin. Her knees, firmly digging into the mattress, had them temptingly up in the air, and it took all his willpower not to lean down and bite her.
Caryn, realizing the embarrassing position in which he had her, began blushing fiercely, a mixture of anger and shame suddenly taking hold of her as the desire she'd felt caused by the aphrodisiac now began ebbing, overcome by this sinfulness. At the moment she thought of herself as being merely a life-sized doll, a huge marionette who was being manipulated into this lewdly servile position by a man she barely knew other than to talk to at the bank. It was disgraceful, but more, it was completely humiliating, the most awful thing that had ever happened to her. It made her recall her previous thoughts concerning men, and she knew for a fact she had been right. They were animals, every one of them, growling, terrible animals.
Caryn began weeping, the shame more than she was able to bear. Everything was happening so quickly, so overpoweringly. There had been no gradual warmth, no loving, no tenderness. All she had discovered was brutaility. The worst part of it was, it was coming from the one man she had always considered as meek as a mouse. It merely backed up her previous conviction that all men, no matter how gentle in outward appearance, were animals.
An uncontrollable quiver blasted through her helplessly kneeling form as she realized she was indeed a slave, a helpless human who would be forced to do the bidding of another person she despised, totally at the lack of mercy this man was displaying. Oh God! She was well aware that if she attempted to stop him now, he would probably make life an even greater hell for her. He was capable of doing it, and what was more, there was no way for her to stop him. Knowing how methodical he was at work, she was certain he had been telling the truth when he had told her he had multitudes of copies of the photos he had taken. The worst part of it was, it had been a stupid mistake and not something purposely done. The moment she had discovered the error she had used Joyce to help straighten everything out, and she had even adjusted the books afterward, but it had been too late. Steve had taken the pictures before she had adjusted the books.
At first she had been reluctant to go along with what Joyce had wanted to do when it came to treating him like some kind of animal. But after a while, seeing how convenient it was for her to follow the suggestions Joyce had made while making him work a little harder at picking her up or at coming to her house rather than having her pick him up at his house, she had fallen in with the idea easily enough. Now she knew deep down that the man was every bit the monster Joyce had painted him to be.
His heavy breath was coming from his nostrils in twin streams that seared her back, coming out in great gasps and flowing all over her. She strained forward, instinctively tightening her buttocks and clamping her thighs together, the muscles in her lithe body taut, for though she was a little pudgy, her body still had a certain litheness to it, and she quivered, anticipating just what it was this man intended doing to her.
Steve's hands reached around beneath her broad hips and tensed hotly at the softly swinging swells of her dangling breasts. He cupped them and began rolling the stiff little nipples between his fingers. In spite of herself, Caryn jumped at the initial contact, realizing for the first time just how sensitive her breasts were. In fact, they were oversensitive and Steve realized this. He intended taking full advantage of the fact. He continued rolling and taunting the pearl-shaped brown tips while he slowly moved forward behind her on his knees, the rigid tip of his throbbing cock pressing deep into the softly yielding crevice between her buttocks, making the large gluteal mounds quiver all the more deliciously in front of his eyes. God! How he had yearned to play with this ass, and now his dreams were about to come true.
"Oh my God! What are you doing?" Caryn gasped, her voice a helpless moan, feeling the way the oily, bloated tip of rubber-like flesh pulsed lasciviously against the rounded cheeks so helplessly exposed. Against her will she found herself responding to the penile pressure, grinding solidly back against it.
The man's hands on her rounded breasts were beginning to drive her out of her mind with wanton desire, and the excited auburn-haired woman found herself squirming with feelings she had never known herself capable of possessing. She moved with an unwitting erotic motion.
Caryn had no wish to enjoy this lascivious manhandling of her helpless body. She had already determined she was going to suffer for as long as it took her to get out of this. But shudders of salacious perception quivered through her quaking body, and she realized, against her will she was sinking to his animal level. She was already thinking in terms of thrills as a common slut might, allowing this man to not only manhandle her, but actually make her want more of what he was doing. Was it possible?
Tiny electric shocks of unwanted desire seemed to emanate like static from her nipples, charging heatedly through the rest of her quivering body, making her feel all the more naked and helplessly exposed. Lord! She felt as if she were some kind of wanton, her body obscenely on view to this horrible man she had always sneered at and looked down upon.
Though Caryn had never thought twice about her nakedness when in her apartment, often lounging nakedly in her bedroom with the shades drawn, or even sprawling nudely on the sofa in the living room and watching TV, basically because nakedness was comfort for her, at this moment she first discovered what it was like to actually feel naked. She felt exposed.
How many times had she overheard conversations at the bank between the female tellers, listening to the way each told the other how she displayed herself nakedly in order to turn on her husband, and in her own mind she had thought of them as nothing better than animals. Now she was in the same situation as they, and even though she was an unwilling party to all this, here she was, naked, exposed, revealed with nothing on at all to the eyes of a man whom she had always thought of as less than a man-until now!
She was aware of the way his hands moved downward from her breasts, the tips of his fingers trailing hot lines along the fullness of a waist that, in time, would become very trim, moving to the roundness of her wide hips, hips that would somehow always remain broad. His fingers tightened in her flesh as he dug them painfully into her sensitive thighs, making her shudder.
"Reach back here with your right hand," he ordered, his voice harsh with want. "What?" Caryn gasped.
"I told you, I want your hand. Now reach back between those tantalizingly heavy thighs of yours and take a good grip on my cock. You see, honey, in order to make sure you know in your own mind what's happening, you're going to be the one to put my cock into your cunt."
"My God!" Caryn gasped. "How can you ask me to do such a thing?"
"I'm not asking you," Steve replied. "I'm telling you. Now stop behaving like the prude you've always been. The time has come for your cunt to know a good, solid cock, namely mine. So put it in."
Caryn groaned, realizing this was all part of the humiliation he intended she should suffer. But the only way to end this horrible ordeal was to do as he instructed, so she reached back between her widely spread thighs and allowed her hand to close over the heatedly pulsing length of his throbbing phallus. God! It felt even bigger than it had looked! She was certain he must be some kind of freak. No other man was capable of sporting something this long and this thick. It made her wonder how he was capable of walking, carrying something this long and weighty in his pants all the time.
Her own feminine crevice was such a narrow little thing. She knew because she fastidiously washed herself there all the time, and the simple fact was she was barely able to fit a soapy forefinger into her narrowness. There was no way on earth he was going to fit this monster into her without tearing her innards out of her. Besides, this position made her narrow cunt even tighter. Not only that, but the way she was bent over, according to everything she had read in the various biology books, meant that her vaginal canal was a lot shorter. He would puncture her if he pushed his cock into her.
"You'll kill me!" she gasped, terrified, knowing even now he had no intention of backing off no matter what she said.
The man behind her merely smiled, ignoring her statement. He squeezed his fingers against the inner flesh of her cringing left thigh, letting her know how totally fed up he was, waiting for her to obey him. The time had come for compliance without thought. This was only the first time. In the future he would be making her do many more things, and she had to learn total obedience now. Either that, or he would lose the control he had struggled to gain. He pinched her thigh again, this time bringing a slight whimper of protest and painful indignation from Caryn's helpless lips.
Tearfully struggling to maintain her calm, she bitterly reached back between her portly thighs and squeezed her fingers all the more tightly around the heatedly throbbing organ. The breadth of it made her shudder. Slowly she placed the head against the tight elastic gap of her nakedly trembling vaginal culvert. Her teeth were already biting down, chewing on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out and letting him know the effect he was having on her. She was certain he would be just as happy to know he was causing her agony as he would be to discover he was making her respond as a woman. Tears filled her lovely gray eyes.
Behind her, Steve Blaze's cock began the slow, teasing, grinding motion against the open fount of her never-before-pierced vagina. He moved it in such a way, the tip exposed gouts of hidden cuntal moisture previously locked within, and her quivering inner labia were being forced wider and wider apart as they felt the heavy inward pressure.
"Hhhhaa aa uu-uu-uu-nn nn-nn-hh-hh!" Caryn gasped, her fingers clutching all the more tightly around the invading thickness of this terrible man's lustfully swollen organ.
""Oh my God!'-' she cried out again, the sounds coming out like groans through tightly clenched teeth as she realized that he had somehow opened her up, and now it was enlarging the narrow passageway of her cunt as it began forcing its way up inside her. The fearfully resisting ring of her vulva was a clamp that clung tightly to his throbbing length, but it was unable to restrain his penetration. He moved steadily inward, stretching and enlarging her beyond belief. The blood-bloated thickness sank a little deeper between her hair-fringed pussylips, causing agony to shoot through her as she was stretched that much more.
"Yyyyaa aaaaaa nnnnnnggggg gggghhhh!" she shrieked.
Joyce stared, licking her lips, wondering why Caryn was crying out so. When she had been deflowered she had felt almost no pain at all, and the pleasure had been total and instant. If Caryn were to relax, Joyce was certain the heavier woman would enjoy it all so much more.
Caryn was crying with horror, unable to keep still, trying to pull forward and away. But Steve's fingers dug all the more deeply into her hips, pulling her back as he continued moving forward. The head of his cock wasted no time sundering her stiff hymen. It should have been broken more than twelve years earlier, and remaining where it was, it had slowly lost its elasticity. As a result, when the heavy cock pushed into it, refusing to bounce off it, the hymen had simply crumbled, but in the process Caryn had felt pain. Now the blood-engorged thickness was slithering almost unimpeded into the heatedly pulsing passage of her narrowly steaming vagina. The huge head of his throbbing cock was massaging and stretching her pink walls, walls now stained red by her virginal blood, pushing as if moving the membraneous waves of flesh along in ripples before it. Each ripple seemed to cause Caryn more acute pain and anguish than the previous one, and she was sobbing out loud.
"My God ... not like this ... ohh hhh hhh ... please' ... please, let me lie down or something, let me turn over. This is so depraved, so animalistic, at least, aan-nn nn hhhh ... let's do this like human beings, please!" she begged.
But all her outcries were totally useless. The sight of her large, wobbling asscheeks had him licking his chops. It was that ass of hers that had aroused him in the first place, and now that he had her like this, he was going to enjoy her. So he pressed his thumbs all the more deeply into her rounded buttocks, enjoying the way they shimmied.
Her fingers were locked tightly into the crumpled bedsheets. Caryn was sobbing as she did her best to maintain some sort of balance. In spite of this humiliation, there had to be some kind of dignity. He was defacing her helpless body, and somehow she ought to be able to salvage some self-respect from all this.
Her ears picked up the animal-like grunts and gasps as Steve panted while pounding into her, slamming his cock through her tunnel like some wildly excited animal. His movement made her think all the more certainly that she was a bitch and he was a male dog, a big, frightening Great Dane who was sexually assaulting her. The man was pressing his hips heavily into the round swells of her upthruust buttocks, his pounding penis driving ever deeper into her vaginal orifice, cruelly impaling her, stalking her from the rear.
Caryn's mouth, like that of a guppy, opened and closed soundlessly. Helpless torment tore through her shuddering body. Her entire nakedly kneeling self vibrated in completely helpless humiliation. This was all so monstrous. She was certain he had penetrated much deeper than the shaft of her cunt. He had probably sliced through some flesh and was making more and more holes in her.
She gasped and pressed her head into the already wrinkled sheet beneath her, her breath coming from her chest in a staccato rhythm, searing her lungs. Her heart was wildly pounding and wisps of her short auburn hair clung to the perspiration-wet flesh of her cheeks as well as to her neck and shoulders.
Somehow, in some way, she would escape from this man. There had to be a way to get away from him and not continue to feel the shame she felt at having made those mistakes. After all, they were honest mistakes, correctable mistakes which had been corrected. Perhaps if she handed in her resignation to the bank and went to another bank with a good reference, before he was able to show her errors to the board of trustees, she might be able to get away from him.
But even as she thought these things, Caryn knew it was no use. His control over her was ironclad. She wasn't going to resign and start all over again elsewhere. She had worked too long and too hard at this job to want to begin again.
Even as her mind discarded these resentful thoughts, she realized changes were already beginning to take place in the shuddering depths of her churning body. The taunting ravishment of her widespread cunt was no longer the painful agony it had previously been. Feeling was building in her, too much feeling to be ignored, and it was making itself felt in her shuddering body.
Instead of continuing to violently pound into her as Caryn was certain he would, Steve decided to change his tactics. Rather he slowed down his thrusts, using a different, teasingly slow rhythm, churning and flexing his long, hard piston-like cock inside her wetly clinging vaginal funnel.
It suddenly occurred to Caryn she was starting to enjoy what he was doing to her. There was still a tinge of pain, but the pain merely enhanced the pleasure she was feeling, letting it build to a point where she was going mad with desire.
"St-e-e-e-e-v-e!" she gasped. "Oh my God! It's, aaaannhh ... goo oo oooodd ... oooo oohh hh I like it!"
Excited by the knowledge he had aroused the un-arousable Caryn, Steve Blaze began fucking more and more intensely in and out of the tightly clasping, pulsating, throbbing vagina that continually welcomed his penetrating cock now that it had adjusted to his length and breadth. He had her now.
The man felt an outrageous sense of strength, a feeling he had never known before, but one he enjoyed immensely. He felt manly in every respect, and he began moving his penis in and out of her with longer, harder lunges. He buffeted his thighs against the rounded swells of her delightfully white, full buttocks, his javelining phallus sinking ever deeper each time into the farthermost depths of this woman who had always thought herself too good for any man. She looked absolutely ravishing in this position, subservient to him, bowing to his cock as her cunt accepted all of him in the seething, teeming depths of her oven-like interior.
"Caryn, you have one terrific little pussy there!" he gasped. "After you ... uuunhhh ... wash it out, ooohh ... I'll show you how good it feels to have your pussy eaten ... ooohhh...." he cried out, his thick fingers gripping all the more firmly around her nakedly straining thighs, thighs that seemed to mold to his touch now. His wish was coming true, and she was proving far better than he had ever imagined.
Steve was aware of his impossibly hard cock growing even harder and stiffer with each violent stab into her, if such a thing were possible. There were low grunts of delight emanating from the depths of his rasping throat. She was really something, this Caryn. Jesus! He should have done this a year ago. He would be enjoying both, her and Joyce on a regular basis now. Well he was going to make up for lost time, and he would enjoy doing it. Caryn's hot little cunt was taking all he had to offer and more. He was fucking her where it really counted, and that made him feel good.
Kneeling in front of him as she did, the beautiful Caryn-for her introduction to sex seemed to shed her dowdiness and make her very beautiful-found herself struggling helplessly with her passion and the almost overwhelming feeling of shame at the knowledge that she was enjoying all this. He was sinking deep inside her, deeper than she had ever thought it possible for any man to bury himself in a woman. Her passion was totally out of control, and lust surged through her as never before, making her aware how capable she was of feeling sensations she had never known before. Her body writhed involuntarily.
Digging his thumbs into the cheeks of her lovely white ass, Steve tugged them outward, stretching the softly undulating white moons of the helpless woman's shimmering buttocks that much wider apart. He stared at the pucker of her anus, vowing that, too, would eventually be penetrated by his cock. But for the moment his enjoyment rested with the pleasure of seeing his throbbing cock moving in and out of the seething pinkness of Caryn's unresisting, auburn-hair-trimmed cunt. It was nice to know her auburn hair was real and not something out of a bottle. He loved the sight of her cunt clinging like a limpet to his rampaging phallus as it plundered in and out of her body.
He had never fucked any other woman this deeply before. It was as if his cock were a stake, and her cunt was the heart of a vampire, and he was intent on burying all of it into her. This was a milestone for him, because he somehow knew his relationship with both, Caryn and Joyce was going to be a lot stronger than anything he'd ever had with any other female. In fact, he anticipated the relationship being stronger than the bond between most married couples. The important thing was, he had asserted himself, and his dominance had been accepted. He had them by the short and curlies, literally as well as figuratively, and he never intended letting go. Women like these, if married, would only make life for the men they married miserable. These were the kind of women who had to be dominated for the rest of their lives, not only for the man's happiness, but for their own.
Grinning triumphantly to himself, the man levered his pelvis forward, driving himself deeper into her, lifting himself up a bit more and allowing the solidly plunging length of his skewering shaft to slip firmly and finally into the depths of her cunt, the last little fraction of an inch totally burying itself. The overstimulated walls of her cunt sucked on his cock and pulled on the meaty flesh as strongly as a lamb nursing at its mother's udder. Her cunt was not only accepting his cock, but was demanding more of it.
He sank his penis even deeper, grinding his hairy thighs all the more firmly against the smoothly quivering flesh of those lovely white, undulating buttocks. He revolved the thick phallic length around and around in her narrow interstice, doing his best to somehow or other enlarge the tightly squeezing passageway that was all but strangling his throbbing cock.
The movement was all that was needed to really set Caryn off, and she began thrashing around on the bed beneath him as if she had been shattered into a million tiny pieces. She squeezed the petal-like lips of her sucking cunt closed all the more tightly around the throbbing base of his driving, probing cock, making it tingle that much more with delight as pinpricks of sensuality penetrated the organ and traveled up into his entire shuddering body. Lewd, sensual thrills made his sperm-bloated testicles swell even more. He was pulsing with uncontrolled delight, his lustfully throbbing phallic lance definitely at home in the snug wetness of the tightly encasing her pussy between the thighs of this woman he now dominated so totally.
Caryn's eyes were fluttering open and closed. The auburn-haired woman was totally lost in a daze of sudden, all-consuming, overpowering passion. No longer aware of how servile she looked in this position, she spread her eagerly welcoming portly thighs even wider apart, moving her knees, as far apart as possible on the bouncing bed. The excited and aroused woman was able to feel her dangling breasts pressing erotically into the moistly crumpled sheet beneath her. She was also aware of her hard-peaked nipples, erect and throbbing as she was constantly buffeted forward along the sheet by each advancing thrust of the driving cock plunging consummately into her womanly oven. The smooth, rubbery head of his throbbing penis did indeed slam into the backwall of her vagina again and again, but she knew now it wasn't penetrating the flesh, nor would it be likely to. A mindlessly rising happiness was being delightfully created inside her, a happiness she wanted to go on forever and ever. Nothing mattered at this moment but the incredible overpowering sensation of wildly ecstatic pleasures coursing through her nakedly responding body. She would never have thought in a million years that she was capable of responding to such a crude takeover of her body. She found the more she enjoyed this, the more she wanted to be demeaned and degraded, and though she would later mentally repudiate this thought, at the moment it was the most dominant idea in her head. She ached to have this man take total and complete control of her shuddering body. It was a welcome release, a release that made her realize she was suddenly and uncontrollably climaxing, feeling an orgasm, a sensation the like of which was totally unimaginable, her crazily convulsing cunt pulsating with lust-consuming fire and arousal. "Yeesssssss .. i'mmmm ... aaaannnhh hhhh ... ffeeeliiinnng somethhhh iiiinngg ... oohhh," she yelled, lifting her head so the tendons became taut in her neck, standing out clearly.
Behind her Steve tightly gritted his teeth and let his heavy body fall solidly against her back, mashing her front into the mattress.
All the while he held her desperately grinding loins apart, and his fingers now dug into her pelvis, forcing her to lift those marvelous weighty asscheeks, letting him plunge his rigid phallus into her as if he were a madman. He stabbed into the juicy center of her flooded cunt again and again, making Caryn cry aloud at his driving force.
"Come on, baby ... hold on, daddy's gonna fire a load of hot sperm into you any moment, unnhh ... you'll see," he told her as he moved his cock all the faster in her oversensitive interior.
The swollenly fleshy stiffness of his rapidly moving pahallic wand moved ever upward as his sperm-filled testicles continued smacking heavily and uncontrollably against her clitoral bud as her widespread, hair-lined labia slurped and slushed with the movement of the organ. Together, the pair of them ground nakedly and loudly against one another, the driving phallus slithering into her to be devoured repeatedly and totally inside the narrowly solid confines of her wildly climaxing vaginal container. The heatedly wet clasp of her auburn-haired vagina clung tenaciously to his driving penis as the lust-maddened organ slammed in and out with continual thrusts. Caryn groaned out her pleasure for Joyce, who was still watching from the doorway, to hear, and it first occurred to Joyce that even if Steve wasn't an Apollo, he sure knew how to use his cock, and maybe, just maybe she had lucked into something really special. He certainly took his time in coming, which was just the opposite of her husband, who had always had a premature ejaculation and had often kept her from coming.
Steve felt the sperm rising now, and then it spurted out of him, his throbbing cock becoming a burning shaft of total, utter sensation.
He enjoyed the sensation of the lovely Caryn's orgasmic oils gushing wetly around his own powerful penile shaft, mingling with his own juices, bubbling in her pussy, much of it spilling out onto the bed, running down her slender thighs. His swaying sac was covered with the mixture as well.
Caryn was whimpering and squirming, unable to believe such evil felt so good. Her mind was already starting to clear, but the fact remained that her body felt oh so good.
"This is only the first time," Steve panted. "From now on, you keep that pussy clean all the time, because you'll never know when I'll want to use it."
"Uuunhh!" was all Caryn was able to mutter as she lay there, totally exhausted.
Joyce backed away and quietly slipped out of the house after buttoning her coat. She got into Steve's car and drove to her apartment where she quickly packed all her clothing into a suitcase.
Joyce was many things, but she was no dummy. She knew a good thing when she saw it. Perhaps she might even be able to convince Steve to get rid of Caryn after a while so she'd be able to have that magnificent cock all to herself. God! Was it ever big! It made the skinny little wang sported by her ex pale into total insignificance. But more important than its length and breadth was the fact that he knew how to use it. Well it would be her turn soon enough, probably when she got back and Caryn went to get her own clothing. If he was as virile as he was good, Joyce knew she was in for one helluva time.