Chapter 4
Julia Craig was a tease. It wasn't that she didn't like sex. There was nothing she liked better than her husband Jim's hard cock between her legs, and his mouth on her tits.
But she still liked to tease. That was one of the reasons she worked at the diner and wore her skirts short despite Jim's repeated objections. When she bent over, she liked the feeling of having a man's hungry eyes feasting on the white of her thighs and all of them hoping that her skirt would rise up just far enough.
A few of them took a chance. They would brush their hands across her ass when she walked by, but the hands never lingered for long. She would slap them away and chide them loudly for being so naughty.
Usually, after being so embarrassed the first time, the same man would never try to get so familiar again.
Only David Marx was different. Not that he ever tried to touch her, but there was something wicked about his eyes. When he came into the diner, her hands would become sweaty and cold chills would run up and down her spine. She realized that David Marx was a dangerous man.
David came in that evening. He was tired. His activities earlier with the two women had exhausted him. But he was not too tired to appreciate the fine quality of Julia's body.
He had wanted Julia for a long while. It was not that he had a need for her body, but he wanted her because of the way she teased men. He knew what she was doing. He watched the way other men hungered after her, and David knew she would never let them have any cunt. She wanted her excitement, but she refused anyone else's satisfaction.
David had determined that he was going to teach her a lesson. It had taken a while to dig up the information that he needed. He had found out that her husband was a weak man with a fondness for gambling. That was all he needed.
There were few people in the diner as David made his offer. He saw that she was becoming uncomfortable as he gazed at her. His eyes ran freely all over her body, and it angered her.
"What will be your order, sir?"
"I'd like you," he said quietly.
Julia smiled. She could deal with him now. She had been frightened of him before. But with such an obvious proposition, it was easy to see that he was just like any other man. Of course, the others simply asked her out for a date and had never been so blatant about what they wanted. Still, a curt word could cut him short forever.
"I don't go out with weirdos," Julia said coldly, watching him closely to see how her harsh words struck home.
Her words didn't phase him. He simply grinned at her.
"I didn't ask you to go out," he said. "I just want to fuck you."
"What!" Julia was shocked. Sure, there had been propositions before, but never one like this. She couldn't believe that the filthy word had come out of his mouth.
"You heard me," he said. "I want to fuck you. And I will."
"I'm going to call the police," she said. "I'm going to have you arrested. I won't listen to talk like this."
"It won't work," David said tiredly. "You'll listen to me. That is, if you want to stay in one piece."
"What do you mean?"
David took out of his pocket a white envelope. He removed a few red tickets from the envelopes and placed them before her on the table.
Julia looked closely at them. She didn't recognize them.
"Do you know what these are?"
"No," she answered. "Should I?"
"You should. They're gambling tickets, baby. They belong to your husband. Haven't you ever wondered why he left the last town in such a hurry?"
"He said he would do better out here."
"Hell," David said. "The only reason he came here is to keep alive. Some big wheels wanted to teach him a lesson about gambling without enough money to cover his debts."
"No," Julia whispered.
"I'm afraid so," David whispered. "He got in a little over his head. To the tune of about ten-thousand dollars. That's a lot of money to owe these people. If they could find him...." David shook his head sadly.
"How did you get hold of these things?"
"Easy enough. I just bought up a few of his tickets. They could afford to sell. They couldn't find him. But they will. Just as soon as I pick up a phone."
David reached up and touched her nipple through her blouse.
Julia jumped back and slapped his face. A few heads in the diner turned to look, and then went back to eating. They were used to seeing Julia slap a man's face.
"You'll be sorry you did that," he said. "Now I'm afraid I'll have to let the right people know where to find your husband. They'll probably hurt him bad. They'll break a few arms and legs. They'll probably cut his balls off. These people play rough."
"You animal!" she said. "I'm going to tell my husband what you're trying to do."
"Go ahead," David smiled. "In fact, this is one of the few times that I want you to. I think your husband is a weak man. A very weak man. I think he's going to want you to kind of work things out."
She started to slap his face again, but he caught her arm. He bent it backward and pulled her toward him. His burning lips found hers for a moment.
She wiggled out of his grasp angrily. "You," she cried. "You pervert! My husband will kill you when he finds out what you're doing."
"No," David said. "He won't kill me. All he'll do is tell you to come see me. I want you to be at the Pirate's Den tonight at seven o'clock."
Julia's legs turned to jelly. The way he spoke left no argument. She knew that her husband gambled with some dangerous men. He had gambling debts over his head before. What could she do? Maybe David was right about her husband being a weak man.
She was confused.
David was grinning at her. This time she didn't protest when he fondled her nipple. She felt her tit responding to his touch. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him. There were people in the diner who were turning around to look. She was petrified.
"The Pirate's Den," he whispered into her ear. "At seven. You know where it is."
Julia nodded. She knew where it was. Her husband had never taken her there. He said it was filled with prostitutes and drunks. It had a bad reputation, and it was in the worst section of town.
"Jim won't allow it," she said.
"He will," David said. "He wants to stay alive more than he wants to keep me out of his wife's pussy."
The dirty word made her come to her senses. She jerked away from him. "You're filthy!"
"Yes," he agreed. "I am. I love to have a little pussy when I can get it. Tonight I'm getting you. And don't bother wearing any panties. You won't need them."
. David gathered up his tickets and left the diner.
Julia told herself that she would not be forced to go to him. She would tell Jim and he would be angry. He would beat David Marx to a pulp. Jim loved her. He would not stand for her to be in the arms of another man.
For the rest of the evening she went about her chores in a daze. She didn't laugh or tease like she usually did. She simply took their orders and waited on tables. It was a long two hours until the place finally closed.
Jim was waiting for her in their old Ford. When she slipped in, she saw the hungry look in his eyes as his gaze lingered on her thighs. He could not resist reaching for her thigh and running his hand up to her panties.
"God," he said. "It's been a long day."
"Did you miss me?" she teased.
"I'll show you how much."
He pulled her to him and his lips burned against hers. His tongue slipped in between her teeth and filled her mouth.
She felt helpless in his strong hands. How could a man like this be weak?
His hands began to roam over her body. He unbuttoned her blouse and slipped one hand inside the warmth of her blouse. His hand found her nipple in the bra cup and began to rub it. He pushed her back and his hand went under her bra cup to cup the naked flesh of her tit.
"God, baby!" he cried. "You feel so good." Julia remembered where they were. She tried to push him away. She knew that anyone passing by could plainly see them outlined by the street lamp. Suppose a policeman passed by?
She tried to push his hands away, but he was too strong for her. "Jim!"
"Don't stop me, baby," he pleaded. "I want you. I want to feel you."
She quit fighting. The fact that he was so turned on made her feel warm. That and the hands that were playing with her nipples.
"Undo my bra," she said.
She arched her back so that he could reach the clasp. Her bra fell away, revealing her creamy-white tits and her hard nipples.
"Oh baby!" Jim said. He lowered his mouth to her nipples.
The urgency began to build in her. It no longer mattered that they were parked beneath a streetlamp. Nothing else mattered except the need of her body.
Her hands slipped between his legs and she began to rub his cock. His prick was already stiff and threatening to burst out of his tight jeans. Gone were all thoughts of David Marx. Jim's cock was the only cock that mattered. She was dying to have his prick inside her, filling her up with its maleness, spewing out his seed into her hot pussy.
"Baby," he said. "Let it out. It's all cramped up. Let my cock out! I want to feel your fingers around my hard cock!"
Her hand found his zipper and quickly pulled it down. He wore nothing underneath his jeans to stop his cock from springing out. And there was his magnificent throbbing prick, standing stiff and straight and ready for her cunt.
And her cunt was ready. She had an itch inside that only his cock could cure. An itch that threatened to explode over her whole body if his cock didn't get inside her pussy quick.
She had a few mental pictures of men she had teased that day. There was one truck driver. A big, beefy man. She had bent down a few times for him. She had known that he could almost see her crotch. Each time she stood up, he had been breathing a little harder.
Later on, she had watched him walk to the bathroom. She had followed him, a smile on her lips. She had stood outside the bathroom door and listened. She had been rewarded by the sounds of him jerking off. He had been jerking off and thinking of her body.
The thought gave her a new urgency. She pulled at her husband's trousers until they were below his knees. She put her hands on him, running her fingers gently over his prick, cupping his heavy balls.
"Dear Jesus!" he said. "Don't do that. You'll make me come too soon."
She laughed. She didn't want him to come too soon, but she liked the power she had over him. She liked the feeling of being able to control her man by his prick.
Jim moaned again as his wife fondled his prick. There was no one who could play with his prick like Julia. There had been other girls.
That afternoon he had gotten a sucking off by the wife of one of his clients. She had given him a good one, sucking his prick until he came, swallowing every drop of his seed.
But Julia had a way with pricks. He was ready to come just looking at her. He knew that other men looked at her that way also. He even knew that the reason she wore short skirts was because she liked to turn men on.
He didn't mind that. As long as one of the men didn't turn Julia on.
He moaned. He pulled off her blouse and his lips were once again on her tits. She had fine, exciting-tasting tits. He ran his tongue over one nipple and sucked the flesh into his mouth.
God, she was good.
"I want to suck you for a while," Julia said. "I want to go down on your cock." He groaned at her words.
She bent down and her lips touched his cock. Her tongue flicked out. He was going to have to be careful. He could hardly control the building come in his prick, and he knew his wife did not like the taste of sperm. She didn't mind sucking his prick. She liked to have his prick in her mouth, but she couldn't stand the taste of sperm.
That was all right with Jim. He could get his cock sucked at other places. But he would never find another cunt like Julia's. So tight, warm, and exciting.
Julia enveloped the entire head of his cock with her mouth. She gobbled it greedily, hungrily, taking it into her mouth almost to his balls.
"That's it, baby!" he said. "Suck my cock! Do to me what all those men want you to do to them. Suck me good, baby!"
She ran her tongue down the length of his prick and sucked one of his heavy balls into her mouth.
She tongued it for a moment before she moved to his other ball.
Julia had never sucked another man's cock. It was Jim who had taught her to like cocksucking even if she couldn't stand the taste of his semen.
"Damn!" Jim said. "You can really suck my cock. You were born for it, baby."
She ran her tongue back up his cock and took the head back into her mouth once more. His hands moved from her tits to tangle in her hair. Now he was getting carried away. He was starting to fuck her mouth, driving his cock in and out of her mouth in deep strokes.
She took all the prick he had to offer. She liked the feel of him driving his cock against the back of her throat. She tasted the first salty drop and felt his prick begin to grow in her mouth. Quickly she moved away.
"No!" Jim groaned. "Keep sucking."
"No!" she protested. "I want you to fuck me now."
Jim didn't like losing the warm, sucking mouth around his cock, but he didn't protest too much. He wanted the feel of her cunt around his cock. He wanted to plant his prick in her tight cunt. He wanted to explode inside her.
He ran his hands up her thighs and cupped her ass. He ran his fingers under her panties and couched her hot flesh.
"Oh yes!" Julia moaned. "Take my panties off. Take them off, baby!"
He took a firm hold of her panties and pulled them down. His hand went between her thighs. She was wet, and his finger slid into her warm cunt easily. She moaned in pleasure and anticipation.
"That's it!" she cried. "Finger-fuck me! Stick your finger in my cunt!"
He began to move his finger in an in-and-out motion that nearly drove her out of her mind. Her legs were high in the air and he could see her beautiful, delicious-looking cunt. He could not resist taking his finger out and eating her pussy.
Julia gasped as his tongue touched her pussy. He slid his tongue in between her warm cunt and she screamed in pleasure. He found her clit and began to gently massage it with his tongue.
"Oh Lord!" Julia cried. "I love it when you eat me! I love your tongue in my cunt."
He moved his head upward and kissed her navel and then up to her tits. Again he sucked her flesh into his mouth. She arched her back to give him more pussy.
He positioned himself so that his prick was pointing directly at her cunt. With one swoop he could be inside of her. For a moment he denied himself the delicious pleasure of jamming his cock into her cunt.
"Come on, baby!" Julia urged. "Put it to me! Give me all of your hot meat! Fuck me good!"
He could resist no longer. He plunged into her pussy and she gasped. Her ass came up off the seat and she began to move against him.
"Fuck!" she cried. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I love your cock. I love your hot meat between my legs! Oh give it to me, baby! Give me all your dick!"
Julia cried as the pleasure flooded through her. There was nothing she liked better than having her legs high in the air and her husband's cock driving into her warm cunt. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass and the delicious length of his prick driving against her cunt.
"Fuck!" she cried again. "Give it all to me. Give me every inch of your throbbing cock. Fuck me like you'd fuck a whorerbaby! Ram it to me!"
Her words drove Jim on. He tried to pound her into the seat, feeling the building tension in his balls begging for release. And her ass lifted to meet every stroke of his cock.
"Oh God!" she cried. "I'm going to come!" Her sharp fingernails raked across his back. "I'm going to come on your fucking dick. Oh, baby. Now!"
She lifted her ass once more in a convulsive shudder as the pleasures of coming shot through her body like electricity. She rested for only a moment and then she began to move her ass again. She wanted to make him come quickly, now, and she could feel the pressures of his cock growing within her cunt.
"Fuck, baby!" he said. "I'm going to empty a gallon of come in your hot pussy."
"Oh yes!"
The first drops spattered against her cunt and Jim groaned. Suddenly he was coming in rivers, and she could feel it jerking like a hot poker inside of her.
"Yes!" she cried. "Yes, yes! Give me every drop of it."
"Ohh!" he moaned as his prick emptied out and quit jerking. "That was good, baby. That was so damn good."
She moved her legs down as he fell away from her. That was the first time she had fucked in a car in a long time and she decided that there was something exciting about fucking in a car. She and Jim would have to do it a lot more in their car. She sat up and began to straighten out her clothes. She started to pull her panties on, and then she remembered what David had said.
Quickly she told Jim the whole story. She hadn't known what to expect, except that possibly he would become angry and go looking for David Marx. But his reaction was not what she expected.
His face grew pale and troubled. "Jim?"
"He's not a liar," Jim said. "Every word of what he says is true."
Jim was remembering how it had all came about. He knew that the men he had been gambling with were dangerous men. He also knew how they collected whatever was owed them. Usually it was with cracking bones and bloodied knuckles. Jim was scared. More scared than he had ever been in his life. With one word, David Marx would have him killed.
"He can't call them," Jim whispered. "If he calls those men, they'll kill me."
"We could go to the police," Julia suggested.
"Police," Jim sneered. "Men like that own the police. I could get killed just as easily in a jail cell. Probably easier than on the outside."
"We could run."
Jim looked at his wife. He wondered how he could explain that running would only land him in more trouble. He had been taking a little money off the top of his business. Running away would only lead to him being found out and then the police would also be chasing him. He had to stay in town long enough to get that straight.
"That wouldn't work," Jim said.
"Then what can we do?" Julia asked.
For a moment Jim looked at his wife. He had just had wonderful sex with his wife. And he would have killed any man who looked twice at her. But death was not what he feared. He had seen the pained faces after the professionals had finished. They could do horrible things to a man.
"You can do what he wants," Jim said quietly. "You can go to him and do what he wants."
Julia was shocked. Her husband, the man she had loved for a long time, was actually telling her to fuck another man. For the first time she was seeing a side of her husband that she didn't like. He was afraid. She tried again. Maybe he didn't understand what he was asking.
"But he wants me to do things with him," Julia protested. "Things I've done only with you."
"I know," Jim said. "But if you don't go with him, they'll kill me."
She was suddenly very angry. She got out of the car and slammed the door. "Okay. If that's what you want. But he's going to want to fuck me and make me suck his cock. You sit here and think about that."
She had hoped to make him mad, but as she started walking down the street, she saw him hang his head in shame. He was her husband but he wanted to live.