Chapter 11
Shana didn't know what to think any longer. Though she hated the fact that David was forcing her to do all these dreadful things, she also hated it when he walked out of her apartment. All her life her greatest desire had been to be alone. But when David walked out each time, she experienced an emptiness she had never known before.
She was in love! Or was she? Was it really love, or was it merely the physical that attracted her so to this man? There was really only one way for her to find out, but Shana had no desire to do so. It would mean her having to go with another man. The only other man around was Conally Morse. Con was the kind of man who wouldn't let go once he got his cock into her. As far as he was concerned, once a woman was fucked by him, that woman belonged to him for as long as he wished. Gina was a perfect example. Almost any time Con wanted her, he had her. But then, that was what Gina wanted, as well.
Still naked, Shana decided she would take another shower. She felt better after a shower, and believed herself capable of thinking more rationally. David had stayed with her a long time after he had finished sodomizing her, and now that he was gone and she was alone, a shower seemed like an excellent idea. The clock read nearly four.
Shana went into the bathroom, and, as always, since she was alone, left the door open. She turned on the shower, waited until it was the right temperature, and then stepped into the tub, pulling the curtains shut.
Outside Shana's door, Con Morse stood, holding the key he had to her apartment. Unlike David, Con's key had been given to him by Shana so that he might come to the apartment and pick up what was due him should she not be there. Both knew of the hiding place where she kept the money.
This was the first time Con would let himself into the apartment with the key knowing Shana was home. The moment he opened the door he heard the shower running in the bathroom. He walked over to the bathroom and saw her naked form through the shower curtain.
Look at her, the prudish bitch, he thought. She's completely naked, showering after having given her body to some other creep. That body of hers belongs to me. Now she's washing him out of her, cleaning his sperm out of her tight asshole, maybe out of her cunt, as well. Look at the way she soaps those nice, white tits of hers. If she knew I was here she would have the bathroom door closed, and when she comes out, she'd have a robe wrapped tightly around her. Then, to take my mind off sex, she'd offer to make me something to eat, or some such nonsense. Shit! Sex is the best thing in the world, and she's acting like I'm poison while she gives it all to some other prick.
Con's brain began to visualize what Gina had told him, about Shana being on the bed, taking a cock in her ass-either that or being fucked dogstyle. In any case it didn't matter. What did matter was that she had fucked for some other guy when she should have been fucking for him. Now he stared at her supple form through the shower curtain, seeing her under the fine needle-point spray, her high-set, berry-nippled breasts robed in a mantle of white soapsuds. Her short red hair would be like a flaming halo, covered by her shower cap, and when she turned her back for a moment he saw her softly dimpled ass with the streams of hot water running off it. When she turned around again, he saw the dark patch on her pubis and knew if it weren't wet it would be fiery red, all gossamer and wispy, framing the tender softness of her coral-colored cuntlips. There were those lovely slender thighs tapering into shapely calves, calves which he had seen once when she had worn a bathing suit. God! Just look at that body, glistening with soap and water, and then just water as she rinsed it from her.
The angry Con felt a rushing wave of desire consuming him, igniting a blazing fire in his loins that agonizingly burned into his balls. His cock filled itself with blood and became huge and thick, as rigid as the corrugated trunk of a tree. It pulsated with desire for the redheaded Shana as his eyes stared fixedly at the bathroom shower curtain. There she was, naked desirable, and here he was with an erection so hard, he felt as if the tip had a diamond-head drill on it. But what good was it going to do him out here? When she saw him, she would scream that he had no right in her home, and she would try and throw him out, falling back on that asshole behavior she had fooled him with for so long. He wondered how many other cocks had "tasted" her cunt.
Well, this afternoon, his was the cock that would be buried in her vaginal vault. Shit! If she was anywhere near as good as Gina, he wouldn't need Gina any longer. He would settle for Shana alone. Though their partnership had officially terminated when she had brought him his share of the money, he wanted it to continue in a marital sense. Not that Con Morse was an honorable man. It was simply that by marrying Shana, he would be protecting himself in case either of them ever got caught, since neither would be forced to testify against the other. He would force her to continue smuggling.
Even as he thought all this, Con's legs were seemingly working independent of his brain. They carried him forward into the bathroom and his hand reached out and swept the shower curtain aside, and he leered at the nakedly beautiful woman beneath the rushing fall of water.