Chapter 10
Susan's life had gotten back to normal, or at least it appeared to. Her husband had come home. The window had been replaced. Her mother hadn't talked about what had happened so her husband had never found out.
Susan should have been satisfied that her life was back to normal. But something was wrong. The lovemaking with her husband wasn't good. He tried but he was always so gentle and she kept remembering the savage way she had been treated.
There was a new hunger inside her that she didn't understand.
It was crazy but Susan started cruising the streets in the early evening. She had grown to really hate the country and she often drove into the nearest town. She didn't use the main streets but started exploring the smaller, more out-of-the-way streets. At dark the blinking lights would come on in the adult book stores, the movie houses, and the bars.
She found herself very attracted to the dingy places.
She had never been in such a place in her life, but her husband didn't mind her staying out so late so she decided that she would visit one of those bars one evening.
She stayed keyed up all day long. She knew she was going to be doing something she shouldn't, something dangerous. There were all sorts of things that could happen to a good-looking woman at a place like that.
She picked out a sexy outfit to wear. Her mini-skirt was out of style but she wore it anyway. She didn't wear a bra under her white, frilly blouse that was snug over her tits. She looked like a tramp. She felt a nervous flutter in her belly as she looked in the bedroom mirror.
"I look like I'm asking for it," Susan said softly to herself.
She was glad her husband was working late and wouldn't see her leave. She planned on being back before he got home.
She drove downtown in her little sports car. It was getting late as she turned off onto a side road. She knew exactly the place she was going. It was a dingy-looking bar with a flashing sign out front. It featured topless dancers.
The small bar was dirty and smelly. Susan didn't like it. There was an older woman dancing topless on a little runway and the whole place looked dead. It wasn't what she wanted.
She drove to two other places on the strip, but they were the same, not at all what she was looking for. She even had a drink in one of them, a smelly mixture with not enough cheap alcohol. A man tried to pick her up but she shrugged him off. This wasn't what she was looking for but she wasn't sure exactly what was.
It was getting late when she left the last bar. She knew that her husband would be home soon. She was vaguely disappointed in her evening. She hadn't known just what she had wanted but it hadn't been this boredom.
She took her car keys out and she bent over to open the door. It was dark outside the bar and there was only one street light. She never even heard the man coming but suddenly his hand was around her mouth and there was a knife at her throat.
"Don't say a word," she was warned.
Susan couldn't say anything. There was a sudden choking sensation in her throat and her heart was pounding. She suddenly felt weak all over and it was a mixture of fear and sexual pleasure.
"We're going to walk back over there to the alley, baby," the man told her. "Don't struggle or I'll cut your pretty throat!"
She didn't struggle. She went with him willingly. He walked her over to the shadows where nobody could see them. There he pushed her up against the wall and faced her for the first time. His knife was still at her throat.
She saw a big, burly man with a beard and with the smell of beer on his breath. There was an animal gleam in his eyes.
"Don't move, baby," he said. "Make a move and I'll cut you. Right now I'm going to feel up those big titties!"
She gasped as his hand moved up to grip her titty. He gripped it hard and it hurt like hell. He kept squeezing until she was gasping for breath and almost dropping on the ground.
"No bra on these big tits," he said. "I didn't think you had one on. I've been looking at girls showing their tits all evening long and none of them had a pair like yours!"
He ripped open the front of her blouse in one sudden motion. He pulled the tattered half of her blouse apart to reveal her creamy tits. There was just enough light for him to look down at her and ogle her creamy titty-flesh and big brown nipples. Her nipples were pointy.
"You beautiful bitch," he said. "I've got a hard-on from just looking at these shaking titties. Shake those titties for me, bitch. Shake them like you were dancing."
She was too frightened to move. He slapped her titty hard and it sent a jolt of pain through her. She started trying to shake her titties as she listened to music in her head.
"That's it, bitch," he said. "Shake those tits. Shake them good. It's given me a big hard-on. Feel my cock. Feel how hard it is."
"Please," she whispered. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want but please don't hurt me!"
"You be good and I won't hurt you, bitch," he said.
Susan knew what he meant by being good so she put her hand down between his legs and felt his hard cock. He did have a big one! It seemed to be tearing a hole through his trousers.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Feel it. Stroke it. Make me feel good!"
Her fingers moved up and down the entire length of his cock. She could his feel his cockhead trying to burst out of his trousers. His trousers seemed to be a little wet.
"Take it out, bitch," he said.
"I'll do anything," she said. "Anything you want. Only please don't hurt me!"
She frantically found the zipper on his trousers. She pulled the zipper down and slid her hand inside. Her fingers touched his swollen, sweaty cock. He wasn't wearing any shorts and she wrapped her fingers around his cock and gently eased it out of his trousers.
Her fingers surrounded his naked cock and she was surprised by how big his prick was. It felt twice as big as any she had ever held, but perhaps it was just because she was so afraid. She had never really felt that Bill might really damage her but she wasn't sure about this man.
"That's right, bitch," he said. "Use both hands on my cock. Jerk me off a little!"
She wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of his cock and she started moving her hand up and down. Her other hand slid into his trousers and started stroking his balls.
"That's the fucking way, baby," he groaned.
She jerked his cock faster. She was very aware of the knife at her throat but she was also aware of the hot throbbing in her pussy. Already her panties were getting wet with juice. She was getting excited by playing with this man's cock. She wondered how far she could go.
"On your knees, bitch," he said.
She had expected that all along. She hadn't sucked a man's cock since she'd sucked Bill's. Her husband just didn't make her want to suck his cock. He didn't demand it. There was something about her that needed to be made to suck cock.
"Get down there on the fucking alley floor where you belong, bitch," the man said. "I'll teach you to come around here shaking your tits and showing your big ass. You're something else, cunt!"
The knife was no longer at her throat but she knew she could not escape this man. She went down on her knees, ruining her new stockings, as she found herself facing his big cock.
"Come on, bitch," he said. "You said you'd do anything. You know what to do with it."
"Yes sir," she whispered.
His cock was smelly but that didn't turn her off. It just made her pussy ache as she pressed her lips against his swollen cockhead. She kissed his throbbing cockhead for a moment, using her tongue against the tiny cum slit.
Finally she opened her mouth and allowed his cock to slide over her silken tongue. She closed her eyes as she sucked his throbbing cockhead deeper into her mouth. She held his cock halfway inside her mouth and tasted his cum dripping on her tongue. He seemed to be relaxed. He didn't force his cock inside her lips. He let her take her time and she started sucking again. She finally had his cockhead at the deepest part of her throat.
"That's the fucking way, baby," he moaned. "You sure know how to suck a fucking cock. Somebody's been teaching!"
Her hand slipped up the insides of his thighs. She started stroking his heavy balls as she slowly began bobbing her head. His cockhead was against her tongue as she slowly moved her head. She kept using her tongue to slither around his cock.
"That's the fucking way, baby," he said. "That's the fucking way to suck my fucking cock!"
He moved one hand down to her titty and started twisting her nipple in a painful way. He moved his other hand to her free titty and squeezed them both. She wondered what he had done with his knife but she wasn't going to ask questions.
"Move your head faster, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to give you a hot mouthful of cum. Move your head faster, bitch!"
He put his other hand in her hair and he showed her how fast he wanted her to move. Her head bobbed quickly. He was letting her move but she couldn't move fast enough to suit him. Finally he put his hands flat against the wall behind her and he started driving his prick into her lips with such force that it kept making her head butt against the hard wall behind her.
"I want you to swallow it, bitch," he said.
"I want you to swallow every drop. Swallow it all, bitch. Oh shiiiiit!"
He rammed her head hard against the wall and his huge prick went all the way into her throat. She had to swallow frantically to keep from choking. She couldn't take all of his strong-tasting cum. His cum started leaking out of the corners of her mouth and wetting her chin. She kept sucking hard, swallowing every drop she could. Her nose and mouth were filled with the taste and smell of cum.
"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "This is what I've fucking needed all night long!"
He didn't move away. He kept his prick inside her mouth. She was surprised. Usually men were so sensitive after those first few moments. But he kept his prick there and he put one hand back in her hair.
"Make it hard again, baby," he told her. "I'm just beginning. The next time's going to be even better. Make it hard with your tongue. You can do it!"
She knew she was going to do it. She wanted to do it. Her pussy was still aching from desire and her juices had soaked her panties. It was crazy but she couldn't help it. Bill had done something to her. He had made her enjoy acting like an animal.
"That's right, baby," he said. "Make it nice and hard!"
He wasn't ready right away. It took her a long time of hard sucking and tongue teasing to make his cock hard. But when she felt it growing inside her mouth it made her excitement grow.
"I'm loving this, bitch," he told her. "I may keep you around for a fucking while!"
He reached down and grabbed her head. He made her move her head so that she was taking his cock deeper into her mouth again. Now his cock was throbbing and it had grown completely rigid. Susan tasted a little more of his cum.
He reached down and grabbed her head with both hands. He lifted her up so that she was once more standing against the wall. The knife appeared from nowhere.
"Take your panties off," he told her.
"I'm taking them off," she said hurriedly. "I've told you I'll do anything. You don't need the knife. I'll do anything."
"The knife is what excites you, baby," he told her. "You're not sure what I'm going to do with it and that makes you crazy!"
Susan didn't argue with him. She didn't want to make him mad and she wasn't completely sure that he wasn't right. Maybe this was what she needed-a knife at her throat and a dirty place to fuck like animals. She didn't understand it, but she knew she was really hot.
She lifted her short skirt and slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.
"Put them in my pocket," he said. "My front pocket. I'm going to keep them to remember you by. Maybe I'll jerk off in them now and then!"
She stuffed her panties into his pocket then pulled her skirt up to her waist to expose her pussy. She knew it was what he wanted and it was also what she wanted. Her pussy was so hot!
"Put it in for me, bitch," he said.
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock. She then spread her legs a little wider and slowly pulled his cock up to her pussy. She settled down a little more and his cock was slipping up inside her all the way.
"Oh shit," she moaned.
"You like that, bitch?" he asked. "What's the matter? Doesn't your husband give you enough cock?"
"Not like yours," she answered. "Oh shit, he doesn't give me anything like yours."
The man laughed as he started moving his hips a little. She had thought his prick felt big inside her throat but it felt even bigger inside her pussy. She lifted her legs off the ground and wrapped them around his back. Her cunt was riding his cock and the wall was the only thing that held her up.
"That's the way, bitch," he told her. "Ride my fucking cock. Ride it good!"
She was riding his cock and she loved it. She knew she was acting like a ten-dollar whore but she didn't care. All she cared about was that it felt good. His cock was deep inside her and it felt fucking good. He bent forward a little so that his chest rubbed a little harder against her titties.
Susan was getting close and he knew it. He pulled his cock out of her cunt so suddenly that she fell. He grabbed her by the hair and he made her turn around.
"Grab the wall, bitch," he said. "Push that beautiful ass out at me!"
She turned around and she bent over and grabbed the wall. She moved back until she was completely vulnerable. He pulled up her skirt so that her ass was revealed.
She thought she was about to be fucked in the ass but he didn't. Instead he pushed his cock between her legs and back into the entrance to her cunt. He left it partially inside her for a moment and then shoved it all the way in.
"Oh shit," she said. Now she had lost control. "Fuck me hard. I want it hard!"
"I'll give it to you that way, bitch," he said.
He started fucking her brutally. She had never been fucked by such a big cock and so hard before. His balls were brushing her and his cock seemed to be getting deep inside her belly.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "I like it. Give it to me like that. I like it so much! Oh fuuuuuck!"
It happened so fast that she wasn't expecting it. It shook her body all over. She kept trembling even after she had felt her juices running down the backs of her legs. Then she started shoving her ass back against him savagely and tightening up her pussy at the same time.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "You're going to tear the fucking thing off. You're something else, bitch. You are something fucking else. Oh fucking shiiiiit!"
He stabbed her hard. His cum seemed to make his cock grow bigger and then exploded deep inside her belly. She was still moving as she tried draining every drop from his cock. She kept shaking her ass even after he had made his last almost gentle thrust into her pussy and his cock started going limp.
"Fucking nice, baby," he finally groaned.
He took his cock out of her. He grabbed her by her head and pushed her down on her knees again.
"Lick my cock clean," he said.
She tasted her own juices on his prick as she carefully licked his prickflesh clean. She finally tucked his prick into his trousers and gently licked it up. He brought her to her feet again.
He punched her hard in the stomach and she folded her arms over her belly.
"That's to remember me by, bitch," he said. "You keep thinking about me. Next time I'm going to bring a friend and we'll fuck your ass-hole. Or maybe we'll bring my favorite dog and give him a sniff in your pussy!"
"Don't hurt me anymore," she whispered.
"Fix yourself up and go home to your husband," he said. "I don't have to know where you live. I know you'll be back and I'll find you again. Or somebody like me will. You like it that way!"
He left her alone. She picked up her things and tried to hold her blouse together as she walked out to her car. She could still feel a sense of shame over what she had done. She hated herself for the thought that the man might be right. She might be back. She didn't think so at that moment because she was sore and satisfied. But what would happen the next time she felt the hunger. She shivered.
Susan knew the man was right. She would be back. There would always be a man like that waiting for her.