Chapter 10
There was a lot of publicity before her life got back to normal. Her husband was exactly the same, he hadn't changed in the least. He was still interested in his work and he took it for granted that she would still be interested in her charities. But it wasn't that way with Angie. She was bored after only a few weeks at home and her body ached for something. She didn't want to admit it to herself. She didn't want to admit that she missed Richard's fucking and his brutal treatment of her. But deep down she knew it was true.
She didn't know how it really started, but somehow she found herself driving in the direction of Richard's cabin one afternoon. She took the turn-off. Her heart was pounding as she drove down the long dirt road. But it didn't do her any good. The cabin was deserted and it looked like it had been deserted for a long time, probably from the day that Richard had left her.
After that, she was really desperate.
She even went looking for Jack and John, hoping for any kind of excitement. But Jack and John had also left town. Perhaps they had all been frightened of what she might do. She hated them all over again. She hated them because they had lit fires inside her belly and then they had left without quenching them.
A couple of times she found her gardener looking at her strangely and one afternoon she followed him out to the tool shed. She had been crazy for his cock. She had practically raped him. She had backed him up against the wall and put his cock inside her and bounced on it until the sweet pleasure spasms had rocked her body. But it had not been enough.
She had tried Matt out again. She liked the uniform and she liked fucking in the back seat of his police car, but Matt was lacking something. He didn't have that take command attitude that she so desperately needed. She wanted a man to command her as Richard had commanded. She wanted to be fuck-slave for a man.
She knew it was crazy but she started driving around in her car and looking at men. It took the place of her charity work. Her husband never asked where she was. It was like he trusted her completely or maybe he just didn't care. She didn't know how wrong she was until she drove. in the yard one evening and her husband was standing outside waiting on her. She hadn't even known he would be home so early.
"Hi, honey," she said.
"Where have you been?" Ben Norman asked his wife. "Where have you been out dressed like a whore?"
She was stunned at her husband's words. She looked down at herself. She really hadn't thought she was dressed like a whore but she could see how her style of clothing had changed since she had been kidnapped. Her skirt was upper mid-thigh length and clinging and she wore a sweater with no bra. Her full, melon-shaped tits were trying to jiggle out of the sweater. Her nipples were showing hard.
"Answer my question," he said.
"I haven't been anywhere," she said. "Just out driving around."
"And acting like a whore. Who have you been fucking today? The gardener? Or the policeman? Or did you find somebody else to fuck?"
She couldn't believe her husband. She had thought he was the type who had his head buried in the sand as far as she was concerned. Now it seemed like she had been fooling herself. He understood a lot better than she had thought he did.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," she said.
"Sure you do, bitch," he said. "You understand perfectly. You've been out fucking. Who was it today?"
"How dare you talk to me that way!" she asked.
"I always talk to whores that way," he answered her.
Ben's face was as hard as she had ever seen it. She shuddered a little as she stepped back. She didn't know what was going to happen, but it was not what she expected. Her husband had never been a violent man but now he showed her he was capable of it.
She was not expecting it when he hit her. It seemed like there were skyrockets that went off in her head. For a moment she was dizzy. She found herself lying on her back with her husband standing over her.
"Ben, don't," she said.
"You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you, bitch?" he told her. "You thought your husband was stupid and you would keep it a secret from him. You thought wrong, bitch!"
She started to get up and he hit her again. He looked around and took a deep breath. He seemed to be remembering that there were neighbors who might be watching and he was still the Mayor. He reached down and grabbed her by her hair, half dragging her toward the front door.
"Stop, Ben," she said frantically. "Please stop!"
"Stop, bitch?" he said. "Hell, I'm just getting started. I'm just getting fucking started!"
She heard the ring of truth in his words. Her heart almost stopped. She had never been scared of her husband before but she was scared of him now, as scared as she'd been of Richard.
He dragged her inside the house. She tried to back away but there was no escaping his huge hand. He started hitting her. She was knocked back against the wall and she couldn't escape. He kept hitting her and she tasted blood from a split lip.
"I'll teach you, bitch," he told her. "I'll teach you to fuck around on me!"
She cringed as he reached for her. This time he didn't slap her. Instead he grabbed her sweater and peeled it up her body. She couldn't stop him from pulling it off her head. Her melon-shaped tits bobbled as he looked at her as if he was seeing her tits for the very first time.
"Is this what the men like about you, baby?" he asked. "Do the men like your big, hot tits? Is that it?"
"Stop," she begged him.
He reached down and grabbed her tits. He held onto them tightly for a few moments. Then he began to squeeze until there were jolts of pain going through her body. He started moving his fingers over her swollen nipples.
"I bet you love having your tits played with, bitch," he told her. "I bet you like having your big, hot tits played with!"
Ben wasn't playing with her, he was hurting her. His fingers kept pinching at her nipples and he massaged her hot tits until she was shivering with pain and pleasure. He suddenly bent down and started licking at one of her nipples. She was confused about what her husband had in mind. She wasn't sure if he was going to fuck her or kill her.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered. "Don't hurt me, please!"
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," he said.
He stopped playing with her tits. He grabbed her by her hair and half dragged her into the living room. He slapped her again as they ended up in front of the couch.
"Get naked, bitch," he said. "Get your fucking clothes off. I want to see what you've been giving away to all those men."
"You've seen it before," she said.
"Get your fucking clothes off," he said.
She was trying to back away from him. She started pulling her skirt off as quickly as she could. She dropped the skirt on the floor and started pulling off her panties. She realized that her husband had never seen her naked this way. It had always been in the privacy of the bedroom and there had always been dim lights. She had never been naked in the living room.
"That's it, baby," he said. "That's the fucking way. Now you're naked as hell, you bitch."
Her husband reached down and unzipped his trousers. This was something else she'd never done for him but she realized that she was going to have to satisfy him. It seemed like he knew everything that had been going on.
"All right, bitch," he said. "Let's see how hungry you are. Feast on my cock. You'd better do a good job, baby. A good fucking job. Do it or I'll hurt you!"
A funny sensation went through her as her husband commanded her to suck his cock. Her husband had never been so much in charge before. He reminded her of Richard. A month before and she would have hated her husband for this. Now she found it was making her hot.
He reached inside his trousers and pulled out his cock. He unbuckled his belt and tugged his trousers down. He wasn't wearing shorts. His fat cock looked bigger than she had ever seen it before. She felt strange as she reached up for his cock. Her fingers stroked his hot cockflesh. His fingers circled his cockflesh and her hand started moving up and down. She saw a little bit of jism on the end of his cock. He put his hands on the back of her head.
"Come on and suck it, bitch," he said.
She was getting plenty of practice sucking cock. She moved her head forward and touched the end of her tongue to his cockhead. She tasted some of his cum. Her tongue swirled around in her mouth and she swallowed his jism.
"That's right, bitch," he said. "Suck on my fucking cock!"
She pushed her face forward. His hands twirled in her hair and he pulled her face closer to his cock. She began licking at his fat cockhead. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock into her mouth. She rolled his cockhead over her tongue. Her teeth gripped around his prickflesh and she moved her head forward. She was taking even more of his fat prick into her mouth. His prickflesh was sliding over her tongue and slowly into the back of her throat. She didn't gag. Again she found herself enjoying the taste and texture of his fat cockflesh.
"Yeah, you've been learning to like the taste of cock, haven't you, bitch? Haven't you?"
He didn't give her a chance to answer because so much of his cock was crammed into her mouth. He kept pushing, determined to get all of his fat prick inside her mouth.
He grabbed the back of her head and started ramming his prick in and out of her mouth. His cum was dripping down the back of her throat. His balls were slapping her chin. She started swallowing as fast as she could. His thick cum was filling her mouth, It was dripping out of the sides of her mouth along with her saliva. She opened her mouth wider and she started sucking his fat cockhead down the back of her throat. She moved, her head faster, her teeth skimming his fat cockflesh.
He grabbed the back of her head and started pushing his fat cockhead even deeper into her throat. She choked a couple of times but somehow she kept taking his prick into her mouth.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "You do know how to use your fucking lips. You know how to suck a fucking cock!"
He continued to cram his fat cock into her mouth as hard and as fast as he could. His balls were slapping her chin. He was mouth fucking her as brutally as he could. She felt like her neck was going to break from the force of his fuck-thrusts.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "I'd like to cum in your mouth. I'd like to shoot my fucking wad in your mouth. I'm going to one day, but right now I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy!"
He pulled his hot cockflesh out of her mouth and he rubbed his prick against her face. She could feel his cum dripping down the side of her face.
"Turn around, bitch," he said. "Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck your pussy hard. I'm going to wipe you out, baby!"
Angie turned around and went down on her hands and knees. She pressed her face against the floor. He half-kneeled behind her. He reached around and grasped her big titties. His fingers moved over her erect nipples and she shivered with pleasure. He moved forward and his prickhead pressed against her cunthole.
"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said. "I'm going to wear your ass out!"
His hands gripped her hanging titties. He pushed forward a little and his cockhead stretched her cunthole. Her husband had fucked her many times but she had never known him to be this savage. It sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
His hands gripped her tits tightly. He kept running his fingers back and forth over her hard, throbbing nipples. He pushed forward and his cock was half inside her. He started moving his hips around so that his cock was making a wide circle inside her cunt. He pushed into her cunt hard. His prick slid deep into her pussyhole and his balls slapped her lower belly hard. His balls felt even heavier as he pressed his cock hard against her cunt.
He began to fuck her. It wasn't like it had been those times before. Now he was slamming his prick into her cunt like an animal. He bent forward and started biting her neck.
"I'm going to fuck you silly, baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck your hot ass off!"
He began to fuck her in long, deep thrusts. His balls slapped her loudly and she could feel how much heavier they had gotten in just a few moments. Her husband was really excited and that caused her belly to do nervous things.
"Oh yes, fuck me," she whispered. "You've never made me feel like this before. Fuck me!"
His hands really bruised her tits. It was painful but she didn't mind. Instead she found herself pushing back against his thrusting cock. She was taking his prick deep inside her cunt and squeezing it with her cuntwalls. She could sense his increased excitement. He began to pound her even harder.
"You whore," he groaned. "You fucking whore!"
"That's what I am," she whispered. "I'm a fucking whore. I'm a whore for you. Give me your cock!"
He was breathing hard against her ear. He had turned into a complete animal. She couldn't control the shudders of her body. Again he was biting her neck as he fucked her.
Ben took his cock out of her and she protested loudly. But this time he wasn't trying to tease her. He rolled her over on her back and spread her legs with one hand.
"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to make you crazy with my fucking cock!"
"Yes," she moaned. "Oh yes!"
He pushed her legs wider apart and then felt between them. He settled his body down on top of hers. His big prick pressed against her snug cunthole. He pushed slowly and his cockhead popped into her already wet cunt.
"Don't make me wait," Angie moaned. "Put that mother-fucker in my pussy. I need it now!"
Her husband might have been shocked over what she said but it didn't slow him down. He slid his hands underneath her and grabbed her asscheeks. He rammed all of his cockmeat into her pussy. He gripped her tightly and began fucking her again. This time he wasn't fucking her slowly, he was slamming her as hard as he could.
"Raise your legs, baby," he said. "Lift your legs and wrap them around my back!"
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. His prick was sliding deeper into her cunt. He slammed his cock into her as savagely as he could and his big balls kept slapping her. His prick was growing inside her. She could already feel some of his dripping cum in her pussy.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me, baby!"
He was already fucking her as hard as he could. His fingers were tugging at her asscheeks. He had her asscheeks wide apart and one finger probed at her asshole. He was fucking her as hard as he had ever fucked her before.
Her belly started fluttering. She could feel her juices sliding out of her cunt. She started lifting her ass a little higher. Her tits felt so swollen and itchy. She was rubbing her tits hard against his chest.
"I'm going to cum," she whispered. "I'm going to fucking cum! It feels good. I'm fucking cumming. Oh fucking shit! Shit! Oh fuuuck!"
Her body twisted and turned and she couldn't control it. She was shaking all over. She kept pushing herself hard against his hard cock as the spasms went through her. Her juices seemed to shoot out of her pussy but he didn't seem to mind. He kept slamming his fat prick into her cunt.
"So good," she moaned. "That's so good!"
"You're damn right it's good, baby," he said. Now his prick was making wet sounds as he plowed his cock into her. He was tearing his cockhead all the way through her body. She raised her legs a little higher, lifting her ass and pushing against his cock as hard as she could.
"Cum in me," she whispered. "Shoot your jism in me. Cum in me now, baby. Cum in me!"
"I'm going to cum in you, baby," he said. "I'm going to cum in your fucking cunt. I'm going to cum in your pussy. I'm going to fucking cum. Oh fucking shit! Oh shit. Shiiit!"
He stabbed hard into her cunt and his prick seemed to explode deep inside her pussy. It seemed like his cum was spurting in a dozen directions at once. He was filling her up with his cum. She kept lifting up and riding his cock as she drained his fat cock dry.
Finally, he stopped fucking her and he pulled his cock out of her. He rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. Angie didn't know what made her do it, but she raised up and lowered her head to his crotch. She slowly licked his cock up and down until she had cleaned his prick completely. Ben reached down and stroked the back of her head.
"You're a bitch, baby," he said. "You're a dirty bitch, but I think I'm going to keep you around for a while. Just to satisfy me."
"Anything you want, baby," she told her husband.
And she meant it. She was thankful to Richard for one thing-he had taught her how to appreciate her husband.