Chapter 9
It was a cool evening. Sharon sat by the fire drinking sherry while her husband drank brandy and read some intellectual book. Sharon stretched her legs. She was wearing a filmy black nightgown that showed just enough to be interesting. When she stretched, it was as if her body were going to rip the tight seams apart. Albert didn't even glance at her.
Boring, Sharon thought.
It had been two months since she had been rescued by the ransom paid by her husband. Two dull months. The lovemaking went back to being the same uninspired shit it had been before. Her husband had hardly asked her about what had happened while she had been kidnapped.
Sharon could have told him a lot of things that would have shocked him. Especially about that part where she got fucked so nicely that last evening, just before she was rescued.
Sharon thought about Rick and wondered what he was doing now. Rick had been the only one of the bunch who had gotten away. Matt and John had been captured by police. It made her feel good to think of John going to jail, but it made her jealous to think of Rick somewhere fucking her husband's money away.
She missed Rick's hot cock.
"I'm about ready for bed," she told her husband.
"I'll be up in a little while," Albert said. "I'd like to finish this
Chapter first."
Her dull husband. She could put on perfume and a slinky nightgown and he still wasn't really interested. He fucked her when he was horny, but lately that had been less and less. He seemed content to put his strength in his work.
Sharon sighed. Well, she might as well go up to bed and find a good book to read, if she didn't drink herself to sleep first. It seemed she had been drinking more and more lately.
Sharon went to the front door to check the lock. She heard a noise and went to the window to look out. She didn't see anything. She turned away when she heard the noise again. She turned around and the door crashed open as if there were no lock on it at all.
Sharon started to scream. Then the huge man crossed the room in two strides and grabbed her. He twisted her around and put his hand across her mouth. He held her tightly.
"Where's your husband, bitch?" he asked.
"In the study," she said.
She led him into the study. Albert glanced up and his face went pale as he saw the huge man holding his wife around the waist and pointing a pistol at him.
"This is a robbery, Mac," the intruder said.
"What do you want?" Albert asked.
It was obvious that Albert was frightened, and Sharon felt sorry for him. It was like watching a movie or something. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.
"Everything you got, Mac," the man said.
Albert opened the safe for him. The man seemed to be in heaven as he emptied out the safe. Sharon sat on the couch beside Albert, but a few times she saw the man's eyes going over her lush body. It made her shiver all over.
The man reminded her of John a little. He had the same aggressive ways and the same way of looking at a woman as if he could tear the clothes off her and fuck her all night long.
"All right, Mac," the man said. "You've done good so far. Now we're going to take a little walk."
"Where?" Albert said.
"Out to your woodshed. I saw a big lock on it. I'm going to put you in and lock you up."
"What about my wife?" Albert asked in alarm.
"Nothing's going to happen to your pretty young wife if you do what you're told."
"You lock her up with me," Albert insisted.
"You stupid bastard," the man said. "I've already told you that nothing is going to happen to your wife if you're doing what you're told. Do it, or I'll shoot one of your wife's big tits off!"
Albert shook with rage and helplessness, but he went out to the woodshed and the man locked him in then dropped the key into the bushes. The woodshed was strong enough so that Albert would not be able to get out.
"Let's go back up to the house," the man said to Sharon.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, bitch," the man said. "I'm not going to harm a hair on your body. I just want you to take me around the rest of the house. I know that there must be jewels and extra cash lying about. I want it all."
Sharon nodded. She just wished the big man wouldn't look at her the way he looked at her. It made her feel undressed. It also made shivers run up and down her body. She realized that, for the first time in a long while, she was feeling a strong current of excitement rushing through her body.
She led the man through the house. She gave him all the money and jewels and anything else she could find that was of value. The man kept his word. He never touched her.
"That's all there is," she finally said.
"You're a smart girl," he said. "Now I'm just going to lock you up with your husband and I'll be on my way."
She went to the front door with the man. Her heart was pounding. The man was three times as big as she was, and his hands looked like awesome weapons. She was afraid of him, but her fear made her feel attracted to him. She felt a curious itch between her legs that she knew she needed to have satisfied.
"Please," she said, her hand on the knob of the front door. "You don't have to take me to the woodshed yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, aren't you going to rape me or anything?"
The man looked at her, and a cruel smile broke out across his face. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close enough so that she could smell the beer on his breath.
"I understand, baby," he said. "Your husband's cock isn't enough to satisfy. Well, I don't have to take you to the woodshed yet."
He picked her up and carried her back upstairs to the master bedroom. He kissed her mouth on the way and it was as if a hundred fires had been started inside her body. She kissed him back hard and her tongue started thrusting into his mouth.
He put her down on the bed. He leaned over and kissed one of her tits right through the material of her nightgown. She shivered with pleasure.
"Hot damn, baby," he said. "It's been a long time for me. I've been in jail and you're the nicest thing I've ever seen!"
He lifted his head to kiss her mouth and his tongue started thrusting into her mouth. She kissed him back hard and started sucking on his tongue. .He put the gun down and climbed up on top of her. His hands moved up and down her body. Her skin felt satiny. He kissed her mouth again and then moved his lips down the front of her nightgown. He began dry-fucking her.
"Shit, that feels big," she whispered.
She reached down and slid her hand in between them. His cock was practically breaking a hole in his trousers. He was really horny. He hadn't lied about that. She ran her fingertips up and down the length of his big cock. The immense size of his prick almost took her breath away.
"I've been saving up for a long time," he told her. "I was going out to buy me a couple of whores tonight with the money I stole. You're going to do nicely, baby. A lot better."
"I don't know if I can take all that," she said.
"You'll take it, baby," he said. "You'll take it wherever I want to put it."
She trembled at his words but she couldn't say anything because he was back kissing her mouth again and thrusting his tongue between her lips. He kissed her hard and his mouth covered hers. His tongue seemed fat enough to choke a horse.
His hands slipped between their bodies and he started caressing her tits. He rubbed her tits hard and her nipples seemed to spring up into hard, jutting points. He ran his fingers over her sensitive tit buds.
"Shit, baby, you're hot," he said. "Your husband must not be giving you any cock at all."
"He doesn't give me enough." she whispered. "He never gives me enough fucking cock!"
She was going crazy with fuck-lust as his hands moved all over her body. Her pussy had started throbbing with an intensity that she didn't think she had ever felt before. He moved his right hand down her body and between her legs. Her nightgown was bunched there but she could still feel his stroking fingers.
"Oh shit, baby," he groaned. "You've got too many fucking clothes on. Let's see what you look like naked!"
She was more than willing. She rolled over and quickly stood up by the bed. She stripped off her nightgown and stood there in her panties. His hot eyes burned her tits.
"Beautiful, baby," he said. "Fucking beautiful. Now get out of those fucking panties and let me see your pussy!"
His words were her command. She quickly slipped out of her flimsy panties. She kicked them off and moved closer to the bed. He moved his hand up between her legs and started stroking her pussy. She spread her legs wider as one of his fingers fucked inside her cunt.
"Oh, that feels good," she moaned. "That does feel so fucking good!"
"You are a real cunt, baby," he said.
He rammed another finger up into her pussy and started fucking them both in and out. She couldn't stand it. In a moment her legs became weak and she had to sit down on the bed.
"Get up on the bed, baby," he told her. "Spread your legs open wide. I want to get a real good view of that hot, pink pussy."
A few months before, and she might have objected, but not now. Now she was hot enough so that she could do anything that he wanted. It made her feel wicked to obey him. She climbed up on the bed and spread her legs wide. He was looking right into the pink folds of her pussy. She was sure he could see her pussy lips glistening with her need.
"Play with yourself," he said. "I've had a fantasy like this. Having some rich society bitch playing with her pussy like a fucking bitch in heat,"
Again, she obeyed him. Her cunt was getting hotter and hotter. She moved her fingers down to stroke her tits. Then her hands went lower and she was stroking her hairy cunt. Her body was moving up and down. She fucked a finger inside her wet cunt and it made her tremble.
"That's right, bitch," he told her. "Put your fucking fingers in your cunt. Play with your pretty pussy!"
Sharon did as he asked. She worked a finger into her cunt again and she started fucking it in and out. She felt crazy with lust as her ass started moving up and down in response to her fingers.
"Don't it feel good, baby?" he asked. "I bet you're getting that little pussy hot. Right?"
"Oh yes," she moaned.
Her fingers brushed against her clit. It didn't matter that she was behaving like some kind of cheap whore. All that mattered was that her pussy felt good.
"That's enough, baby," he said.
She didn't stop. She kept fucking her fingers in and out of her cunt. She was feeling good. It had been so damned long, and it felt so fucking good.
"I said that's fucking enough!" he yelled.
He grabbed her hand and twisted it painfully. She caught her breath as he pulled her up by her hair. He slapped her face twice, and it made her gasp.
"Do what I fucking tell you," he snarled.
"Yes, I'll do what you tell me," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want. Anything!"
"That's better, baby," he said. "Now let's just see how much you mean it."
She watched as he peeled off his shirt and then pulled his trousers down. He wasn't wearing shorts and his colossal cock seemed to point up at her like some kind of monstrous weapon. He grabbed her hair and started pulling her down to his cock.
"Let's see how good you are at sucking a real man's cock, baby," he told her. "Let's see if you really mean that you want to do everything I say."
She couldn't tell him that she had been looking forward to this from the first moment she had looked at him. She had wanted to suck his cock. She had wanted to be forced to take his fat cockmeat into her mouth.
Her body was trembling as she moved her head close to his cock. She could smell the strong aroma of his prick. She licked at the swollen cockhead. She put her tongue against the tiny piss hole and she could feel his body trembling. She opened her mouth. His cock tasted hot and salty as she captured his cockhead inside her lips.
"Oh shit, baby, that's nice," he groaned.
Sharon moved the head of his cock to the side of her mouth. She held his prickhead in her cheek like a squirrel storing nuts. She slowly moved his cockhead back to the other side of her mouth. She could taste some of his pre-cum already drooling onto her tongue.
"Take my prick all the way in your mouth," he told her. "Take it fucking all. Deep-throat me!"
She took a deep breath and then slowly fucked his fat prick all the way down her throat. She could feel his prickhead throbbing deep enough to choke her. She brought her head back again. She very quickly started to bob her head while she still used her tongue around his fat cock.
"Good, baby," he groaned. "You are fucking good. You don't know what you're fucking doing to me!"
She took his cock deep into her mouth again. She knew what she was doing to him - because it was doing exactly the same thing to her. Her body was shivering all over. She thought she was going to go crazy if she didn't have that giant cock in her pussy pretty soon.
She raised her head. She rubbed his prickhead against her silken cheek, and she felt some of his sticky pre-cum wetting her face. She rubbed his cockhead back around to her mouth and across her lips until her lips felt wet with his slimy cum.
"I need your big cock in my pussy," she gasped. "I need it right now!"
"You're going to get it, baby," he smiled.
He rolled her over onto her back and her legs spread wide almost automatically. She reached down for his prick as he climbed on top of her. She held onto his stiff cock and guided it to the entrance to her cunt.
"Put it in deep," she moaned. "I need cock bad. I need it now!"
He didn't waste any time. He fucked his prick into her cunt balls-deep, and he stopped right there for a moment. He gave her time to get used to the massive size of his cock. She didn't need long to get used to it. She lifted her long legs and locked them tightly around his back.
"Now you can fuck me, you animal," she whispered. "Fuck me like a bitch in heat!"
He gave her what she wanted. It had been a long time for him. He began slamming his fat prick into her as hard as he could. His prick was long enough to fuck inside her very deeply. It was also so thick that it was splitting her apart each time he fucked in.
"That's the fucking way," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Don't show any mercy to my pussy!"
He hammered her cunt with his cock. His fat cockhead seemed to be tearing a hole in her belly. He let his entire weight down on top of her, nearly crushing her tits flat.
"This is what I need," she moaned. "This is what I've fucking needed so long!"
"You'd better hurry up, baby," he warned her. "I don't have much control. I've never fucked a pussy as wet and tight as yours is right now!"
She could tell that he meant it because his prick was growing thicker inside her, and already his pre-cum was filling her pussy up. She didn't want the fucking to be over so soon, but she knew she couldn't help it.
She closed her eyes and let go. She didn't try to fight it anymore. She started moving her ass up to meet his hard fuck-thrusts. It was happening to her. Her body was shaking apart and there were those fluttery sensations in her cunt.
"Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Oh fuck, I'm coming. I'm going to fucking come. Oh, God!"
It was so soon - but it still felt good as hell. Her body seemed to twist apart with spasms of joy. She kept pumping her ass up and down even after the last spasm had passed through her pussy. She wanted this big-cocked stud to enjoy it as much as she did.
"In my mouth," she whispered. "Will you come in my mouth?"
"If it's what you want, bitch," he said. "Wait just a second. Just a few more strokes in your tight pussy!"
He gave her more than a few more fuck-strokes. He pounded her pussy until she knew she was going to be sore for weeks. Finally he gave a groan and he pulled his prick out of her throbbing cunt. His prick was dripping milky cum as he moved up her body. Cum dripped to her belly and onto her tits. The guy rubbed his cockhead against her lips before he pushed it into her mouth. He was straddling her, and he started fucking her face with deep, savage cock-strokes. His cum almost choked her, but she didn't mind. She wanted it all.
"Bitch," he groaned. "I'm fucking your face. Fucking your pretty lips, and I'm going to drop a big load of cum. A fucking big load, you bitch. Oh fuuuuuck!"
He fucked deep into her throat and his prick started spurting sticky cum. She began swallowing his gushing jism as quickly as she could. He pulled his prick out of her mouth and let the rest of his spurting cum splash against her face. He then moved down and wiped more of his dripping cum against her nipples and then moved even farther down to rub his cock against her cunt hairs. He finished off by taking a handful of her long hair and wiping his prick completely dry.
"That was nice, bitch," he said. "But I'd better get going. Give me thirty minutes before you let your husband out of the woodshed."
"I'll give you longer than that," she said, grinning.
She gave him two hours, and she almost fell asleep with the man's cum sticking to her body and her face and the smell of his cum in her nostrils. Finally, she went down and let her husband out of his cramped quarters. She didn't think Albert noticed the dried cum on her face.
He never mentioned it if he did.
That was all right with her. She knew now there were going to be plenty of other studs who would come in her face or anywhere else they wanted. Sharon had learned to love fucking.