Chapter 5
When she had changed, she walked back into the living room and decided to turn on the television. She knew that she would have to fill the lonely hours now all by herself; there would be no one to talk to or just be with, and she had to face this new loneliness. She stared at the screen of the television set without really seeing the program that was on, picked up a magazine and leafed through the pages and tried to concentrate on a story, but the words ran together in a tearful blur, and she put it down and walked to the kitchen for something to eat. She didn't notice that the lights were on in the apartment directly across from her living room window and that a man was standing in the window looking at her through the open blinds. She walked slowly in front of the window so that the light in her own room caught the thinness of the sheer material of her nightgown and voluptuous young figure was sensuously outlined against the swaying silken folds.
The taut muscles of her body seemed to ripple with each movement as she walked back and forth across the room, trying to find something, anything, to occupy her time, completely oblivious to the show that she was putting on. The apartment directly across from hers was the building manager's, and on several occasions she had seen him standing at the window. She didn't know that every night he had stood by that window looking across the small yard in hopes that he might catch a glimpse of her when she was not quite fully clothed. He had watched her as she walked to and fro in the apartment on her errands, and he had stared intently at the snug fit of her slacks and sweaters, and it was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing her, just to feel the soft, supple flesh that the tight-fitting material covered. On one or two occasions, he had "accidentally" bumped into her or brushed against her in the hallway, but if she suspected anything other than its being accidental, she said nothing. Now tonight he was getting a full view of her full, firm curves as she paraded around the apartment, and in his mind he convinced himself that she was doing it just for him. He could feel his penis beginning to bulge, fully erect against the zipper of his trousers, and his breath was getting heavy with lust. He wanted to go over and grab her right then and there, but he knew that the time would come and that he should just wait and enjoy the show she unknowingly put on for him. She slumped carelessly into a chair in front of the T.V., and her nightgown rode up further on her legs, revealing the soft white flesh of her thighs, stopping just before the "vee" of her loins was revealed to him. She swung her legs limply over the arm of the chair and settled back into a more comfortable position, revealing even more of her body to him. Her legs were long and slim, exquisitely formed with just enough plumpness in the thighs to give her hips a full, round curve. Her breasts jutted out against the flimsy nylon of the nightgown like twin peaks, proud and firm, her nipples taut from the soft, constant contact of the material.
She was restless and kept changing positions in the chair, giving him a wider scope of her sensual curves as she moved and wiggled in an effort to get comfortable. His eyes were fixed on the full, white mounds of her breasts as she moved and turned, causing them to quiver freely as though they were not really attached to her body at all. He wanted to feel the weight of her round, swollen breasts in his hands, to crush them unmercifully and pinch the nipples into full erectness until she would beg him to stop. These thoughts excited him even more, and when once again, she arose to pace nervously around the room, his eyes surveyed the thinness of her waist just before it swelled into the soft fullness of her hips and the roundness of her buttocks. He watched her as she moved for over an hour, torturing himself into a sexual frenzy which could not be contained much longer. He had to have her! NOW! He couldn't stand it any longer, regardless of the cost. She moved around the living room, her hips swaying and moving so that the light not only brought long flashes of her ripe figure for him to see, but caught the wavelike ripples of her nightgown as it clung protectively to her nymph like body.
As he watched her, his hand fell to the fly of his trousers and rubbed vigorously at the protruding bulge of his throbbing penis. It was stiff and jerked involuntarily under its confines and felt hot and demanding even under the cloth of his trousers. He knew that he would not be able to stand this visual teasing much longer, that he would have to have her or he would cum right then and there. His wife worked nights so there was no chance that she would come back to the apartment and find that he had gone out, and he knew that Mary was alone; there would be no interruption from her incarcerated husband. He tried to rationalize that she had been without a man too long now, and surely such a lovely and desirable girl such as herself must be in need of satisfaction. That was why she was parading around the apartment like that ... unconsciously she wanted him to come over!
Reluctantly, he moved further back into his own apartment and toward the door. He hated to leave for a moment the sensual, exciting performance that was being acted out across the building, but he could not wait any longer.
Quickly he tried to gain control of himself so that she would not be frightened when he rang her doorbell. She couldn't notice the erect pulsing bulge in his trousers or she would never let him into the apartment so he pulled on a long, heavy sweater in order to conceal his frenzied, stimulated organ. Silently, he walked down the corridor to her door and rang the bell.
"Who is it?" she asked hesitantly.
"It's me, Mr. Rose, I have a message for you," he lied.
"Just a moment, I'll be right there," she answered, hoping that it might be some word from Ralph. It was irrational, she knew, but it might be! She put on her robe before she went to the door.
When she opened the door and he stepped inside, not waiting for an invitation, his eyes scoured every inch of her body as if he could see through the robe that she clutched tightly around her.
"You look upset, my dear," he managed to say without his voice quivering too much. "I know that this has been a terrible time for you, and I just want you to know that I will do everything I can to help."
"Thank you," she stammered, "but you already told me that this morning. Don't you have some other message for me?"
"Relax," he said, seating himself on the couch, hoping that she would not notice the hard, throbbing protrusion in his trousers. "I'm not going to bite you. I just thought you might need a friendly face during this terrible ordeal."
"I ... I really think that you ought to go; I'm expecting company," she lied falteringly, realizing that if she were expecting company, she would not be dressed in a negligee and bathrobe.
"Well, well," he answered, "is that some new kind of hostess gown?" His eyes ran over the sheer, yet protective-enough clothing that she had on.
"I don't see where that's any concern of yours," she added, hoping her firm voice might make him leave.
"The owner of the building is pressing me to collect your rent, and I just thought we might figure out what we can do about it!"
He leaned back on the couch, letting the words sink in. He could see from her worried face that she did not have the money to pay him. He had been through this same scene so many times before that it had become enjoyable to him.
Mary's mind was racing. What could she tell him? There was no money to pay the rent and no possibility of getting it anywhere. He just sat there and smirked at her, reading her every thought. She clutched the robe more tightly around her. Perhaps if she were more friendly she could make him understand her plight, and he would be sympathetic.
"I was just going to make myself a cup of coffee," she lied, stalling for time. Her voice was shaking, and she knew that her hands were trembling visibly.
"I never drink coffee ... keeps me awake nights," Mr. Rose said. "Why don't I get us a drink ... you look like you could use one, and I sure could." Before she could answer, he walked out of the apartment and toward his own.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back," he called out to her as he left.
She sank into the couch, holding her head in her hands. What am I going to do, she thought. Here I am all alone, no one to look out for me, no money for the rent and the landlord pressing me for the money. She knew what Mr. Rose had in mind, and although she found the idea completely repulsive, she wasn't sure what other alternative she had. She might sell some of Ralph's things, of course -- the television and the hi-fi set. But that wouldn't bring in nearly enough money to pay the rent. Maybe if I encourage him with promises, he will let me get by for a few more weeks without paying, and I won't actually have to let his filthy hands paw me, she thought desperately. She wanted to cry, but she knew that he would be coming back in just a few minutes, and it wouldn't do any good not to let him in or else it would spoil all her chances for free rent or at least a short stay, and maybe in a few weeks, she could find a better job and be able to pay; then she could tell him to go to hell and just let her alone, but right now, the situation looked hopeless.
It seemed like so long since Ralph had held her in his arms and told her not to worry, that everything would be all right. She longed to feel his strength, his arms holding her tightly, his tender, loving embraces and lovemaking. It had been almost three weeks since Ralph had been arrested, and she longed for him, not just for his companionship and reassurance, but physically! Just thinking of what a competent and patient lover he had been excited her, and she could feel a tightness building in her loins from wanting him.
I've got to stop thinking like this, she moaned under her breath, but she could not deny the fact that she wanted him desperately. The thought of that last morning in bed before the police came caused her to feel weak all over. The memories of those delicious orgasms sent chills down her spine, and her whole body tingled with a gnawing, anxious sensation. She could feel the tips of her breasts stiffen into erectness as her reflections titillated her senses and the pressure between her long, smooth legs slowly but perceptibly built to a boiling point. Nervously, she got up and paced up and down the room, trying to rid her mind of these sensual thoughts. It's impossible to be with Ralph, she thought, and I may as well face it right now, I've got to learn to live without a man until he gets out. The prospect was not a happy one, but if she couldn't have Ralph she really didn't want anyone. The episode with George Adams wasn't her fault, she told herself, she was forced into it by the filthy man. She would make sure that she never again violated her marriage vows!
It didn't take Mr. Rose very long, and in what seemed to be a matter of minutes, he had returned, carrying several bottles of liquor and a large bucket of ice.
"I always believe in being prepared," he said laughingly. "You just sit there and relax, and I'll make you my special drink. You look as if you could use something special."
Mary didn't argue as he walked to the kitchen, and she could hear the clink of the ice as he dropped cubes into two glasses and prepared the drinks. She was still seated on the couch when he came out carrying two very large drinks and sat down next to her, handing her a tall glass.
He raised his glass to touch hers and said, "To a very, very good friendship!" His voice had an ugly, lecherous tone, and there was no denying what he meant when he said friendship, but she started to sip her drink and settled back nervously in the seat.
"Don't look so unhappy," he said, "wouldn't you like to talk about it? I know what you must be going through, especially an attractive girl like you." He was trying to sound friendly, but every word was calculated, and it wasn't coming across quite the way he had planned. He tried to soften his remarks, but she just sat there, staring at the drink and at the coffee table until she finally blurted out in her uncontrolled misery, "Oh, Mr. Rose, what am I going to do? I don't have the money for the rent, and with Ralph in jail, I don't know when I can pay you!"
"Is that all you're worrying about?" he said, his eyes staring at her legs which were revealed to just above the knee as her robe had fallen apart and she hadn't noticed to close it. "I think I can stall the owner for the moment... we can figure something out."
She glanced up and caught him looking down at her legs where the robe had fallen apart, and she tried to cover herself up, but his hand caught her wrist.
"You have such beautiful legs, my dear," he said, "don't cover them up, it would be such a waste."
How can I let this man talk to me this way, she thought, but if all he wanted was a free look, that wasn't too much to ask, especially if it meant getting out of paying the rent.
The drink he had made her was refreshing, and she finished it quickly, letting the alcohol cool her throat. She could feel its relaxing effects race through her body. She put her glass down on the table, and as she leaned forward, he had a full view of her soft, full breasts as they pushed the thin material of her nightgown away from her body. He drew a sharp breath when he saw the luscious white mounds pointing proudly outward, and he got up quickly and told her, clearing his throat nervously, that he would make them another drink. She settled back on the couch quietly, enjoying the effect the alcohol was having on her. The liquor seemed to be hitting her rather quickly, but then she realized that it had been some time since she had eaten properly, she hadn't been able to because her nerves were so frayed and worn with everything happening so quickly that she had no real desire for food.
Her second drink went down much more quickly and smoothly than the first, even though she was aware that it was quite a bit stronger than the first one, and she was actually beginning to feel more relaxed and charitable toward her uninvited guest. After all, maybe he did feel sorry for her and was just trying to help her relieve her loneliness.
"I still can't believe what has happened," she finally said, breaking the silence. "It seems as though the whole thing is just one big nightmare. I don't know what to do next, where to turn ... or anything." Her thoughts were jumbled, and she wasn't sure whether it was because the liquor was so strong or just because this was the first time since Ralph's arrest that she had anyone to talk to.
"It must be difficult for you to be so alone here ... I mean, without a man and all." He was trying to gauge her reaction.
She thought for a moment before she answered, "Yes, it is ... very difficult." She meant as far as getting help and guidance, but she knew he meant it in an entirely different context.
She slid further down into the couch, and her robe fell even further apart, leaving a wide gap revealing the soft, white curve of her knees and thighs, knowing full well that he was staring at every inch of flesh that she revealed, but somehow, with Ralph gone and the warming glow of the alcohol in her stomach, she just didn't care. Let him get his kicks, she thought bitterly, then maybe he'll leave me alone.
He reached over and patted her knee with feigned affection, and his touch made her skin crawl, but she did nothing to stop him at that moment.
"Well, it's going to be different now," he said, "You'll have me just around the corner, and I'll be glad to help you out anytime ... ANYTIME!"
Help me out, she thought, almost laughing. He makes me sound like a bitch in heat and in need of servicing. He let his hand rest on her knee and thigh, his fingers softly kneading the supple flesh beneath them, and she could hear his breath coming in short, little pants. She glanced up, blushing, and her eyes met his as he stared down at her naked thighs.
"Excuse me," she stammered, trying to draw the robe around her, but her voice was weak, and she felt as though she really didn't have the strength to life her hands. My God, she thought hazily, those drinks have really hit me. She tried to move so that she could close her robe, but his hands held her fast, and she was unable to raise herself to gather up the material and cover herself. In the depths of her alcohol-dimmed mind, she resigned herself to the fact that he just wanted a quick feel, and if she tried to fight him, it would make things much worse and that she couldn't afford that, not just now, anyway. His hands moved slowly up her soft, smooth thighs, his fingers increasing their pressure with every inch until moments later, they closed around the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. She tried to straighten up in an effort to force his hand down further toward her knee again, but his grip was firm and insisting as it moved toward the naked "vee" of her loins. She wiggled under his steel-like grip, but it seemed the more she turned, the more insistent and dangerous his hands became.
Oh, God, she thought to herself, what am I going to do? I can't let this happen again the way it did with George Adams. I can't let this dirty old man do this to me. Her mind filled with thoughts of how to stop him, but her body was helpless, cruelly held in his strong, unyielding grasp.
"Please don't do that," she whimpered softly, imploring him to stop, but he just stared at her, his eyes clouded with lust and his breath rapidly increasing from desire.
"Just take it easy," he said, his words thick from desire. "I'm not going to do anything that you won't like. Just think how nice it will be to have a man touch your pussy again."
A man, she wanted to scream at the vulgarity of his suggestion. You're more like an animal, taking advantage of the weak this way, but the words stuck in her throat. Pleading with him, she knew, would do no good, and the alcohol was making her dizzy. She didn't have the strength to physically fight him off so she tried to relax her body and hoped that he would be satisfied with touching her for a moment.
His hand traveled further up her leg until he could feel the soft down of her pubis as he brushed away the flimsy material of the nightgown in order to give him freer access to her naked loins. She jerked involuntarily in a futile effort to get away, but when his fingers touched the tiny bud of her clitoris, she found that her hips were involuntarily reacting to his lewd fondling, and that her own stifled desires were coming to the surface. He pinched roughly at the erect tip of her clitoris, causing her to cry out.
"Ooooooh ... NO! Please stop," she choked out in a whisper, knowing that if she did not stop him now, she would never be able to. The long, hungry nights without Ralph and the helplessness of her position were beginning to take their terrible toll.
She could see his penis bulging and jerking against the cloth of his trousers, fighting to be free from its restrictions, and with his free hand he was fumbling with the zipper of his fly. She just stared at him, unable to move and watching fascinated like a tiny helpless bird to see the cruel hard weapon he was stalking her with. His fingers continued their insistent manipulation of her clitoris, fondling and rubbing, searching for the sensitive, protective lips of her vagina, pinching the flesh between strong fingers, enraptured with his own sadistic passion and her slight whimpers of pain and indignation. The awful nail of his thick, probing index finger scraped along the tender flesh, chafing and searching until she could feel the thickness of his fingers suddenly jerk upwards and harshly into her tight, cringing vagina.
"Ooooohh," she moaned, trying to break away from his lewd impalement but only succeeding in allowing him to push further into the aching channel between her legs.
He pushed and pulled at her as though she were a stuffed doll or a puppet to move and bend at his will, a strange, lustful smile lining his lips. He managed to push her sideways on the couch so that his body was half-leaning over her, his penis now free, bobbing up and down, pulsing against the soft white flesh of her thighs. He wormed his extended middle finger deeper into the soft flesh of her cunt until she thought she would be split open from the desperation of his cruel fingering. The walls of her tender pussy seemed to be coming apart, shredded by the roughness of his fingernails and the depravity of his persistent lust. She was completely helpless, her throbbing loins pinioned by his hands, and her whole body ached and twitched from his depraved attack. She reached up to scratch his face and push him away, but his strength was too great, and his weight crushed her deep down into the pillows of the couch. His mouth came down harshly onto her lips which she struggled to keep tightly together, but his tongue darted between her teeth before she had a chance to clench them and invaded her mouth like a wet snake. He pushed and contorted his tongue, searching out every corner of her mouth, scraping the soft inner walls of her cheeks and finally pushing it deep into her throat. He sounded like a wild boar gone berserk as his passion began to mount and his fingers were digging more desperately into her pussy as he continued his lewd, demanding advances.
He had worked his body further up on her so that she was held by the heaviness of his torso rather than from the pressure of his hands and mouth, and she could feel his huge, thick penis jerking frantically into her thighs and close to the opening of her vagina.
"Stop ... please stop," she pleaded once more. I can't bear it, she thought, not again, the way it had been with George Adams! She tried to scream, but only helpless mewling sounds of frustration and suppressed anger came out as his tongue continued to assault her mouth, and her body began to react to his humiliating pawing of her naked genitals. She felt a frenzied fear in her belly, and her whole body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably.
She felt herself being shoved, probed and pushed until she was helplessly stretched out full length on the couch and staring in wide-eyed terror at the ceiling. Her thin robe and nightgown were being torn from her body as though they were made of paper, and his fingernails raked over the skin like animal claws as his mouth spewed forth disgusting, primitive noises. He had struggled out of his trousers, and his throbbing cock stood out from underneath his shorts like a straight, waving tent pole, hard and fearful. He hadn't bothered to remove his shirt, which made him look even more lewd and hideous. She felt his rock-hard penis pushing into the soft fleshiness of her inner thighs as he dropped back down on her and pushed deeper into her with his finger, wiggling it unmercifully, holding her in this degrading position for what seemed an endless eternity. No matter how she turned, he did not relent, she was totally impaled by this awful, sweating pig of a man.
The weight of his body was crushing her, and he moved back and forth on top of her, squashing her full, rounded breasts flat until they hurt. The course material of his shirt had goaded her tender, pink nipples into an involuntary erection, and they ached each time he moved up and down on her. His free hand ran freely and harshly up her body, feeling and kneading the soft, smooth curves of her torso until he roughly grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it with all of his strength. She could feel the skin bruising under his touch, and she was sure that he was going to mangle her so badly her breasts would be distorted out of shape forever. He was biting fiercely into the side of her neck, like a vampire in desperation, and he sucked continuously on her skin, bringing the blood to the surface and making horrible purple and red bruises.
The lust-driven apartment manager worked his mouth downward while his body held her pinned to the couch so that his tongue could trace a wet, noisy pattern down her throat and over the curve of her neck to her breasts and began flicking at the tender, aching nipple. He sucked on it like a baby nursing, biting occasionally, hurting her and enjoying every moment of the obscene pain and humiliation he was subjecting her to.
"Aaaaaggghh, stop, nooo, pleeeassse," she groaned, half-consciously through her agony and terror.
"I'm just beginning, baby," he grunted animalistically. "I'm just beginning.
She wished that she could fall into unconsciousness from the pain and horror of what was happening, but each time he bit or scratched at her vulnerable weak body, a new wave of reality raced through her, and she was rudely reminded of what this lecherous man was doing to her.
She could feel the whole length of his penis, jerking and pulsing against the softness of her cunt as he manipulated his body to an angle so that he could enter her. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt in a quick, painful pull, scraping the walls of her vagina heedlessly, and grabbed the length of his own cock and aimed it for the tiny, vulnerable slit nestled between her legs. She stared, mesmerized, down at the thick, hard weapon he held in his hand, and she was sure that she would not be able to take its entire length. Its shape was almost conical, and it was completely out of proportion with the rest of his body, as if he had had a transplant from some huge stud horse, and the thought of it made her feel faint again.
He saw her staring at his hugely throbbing cock as he held it, and he relished the look of amazement and horror in her eyes.
"When I stretch you around this, baby, you'll never be satisfied by any other man again!" he laughed sadistically, his teeth gleaming between the redness of his lips.
He moved slowly toward her, watching the horrified anticipation on her face as he probed her tight, vulnerable slit with the monstrous head of his penis. He let it move into her, tearing her slowly with each slight thrust as she cried out in mortal pain.
"No ... don't! It won't fit ... DON'T!" she groaned, taking each minute thrust of his huge, fearful cock into her quivering pussy with little whimpers of pain.
He laughed down at her, saliva running down the side of his mouth, and she could feel him shove further up into her, ripping her apart, tearing her until she was sure that she was being split in two.
Then, his grin broadening, he lurched forward with his hips and buried his shaft deep up into her belly with one final thrust, pushing with all his brute strength as she cried out in a shattering scream of pain.
"Oooohhh! Aaagghh!" she moaned as she felt the throbbing mushroom-shaped head of his penis push in deeply against the cushiony walls of her womb. She could feel her vagina contracting mechanically around his monstrous cock, and her own juices beginning to lubricate her so she could take him with less discomfort. His hands were mauling her nipples into hard, sensitive erectness again, and she closed her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth from the pain.
The helplessly pinioned blonde-haired young wife writhed and twisted under his weight, but he did not let up in his constant hammering at her ... Then, she was actually beginning to feel something. She tried in her helpless agony to pretend that it was her own husband who was taking her so cruelly, trying to block out all this horror and picture Ralph in her mind, her tender, loving Ralph. In spite of the shame and humiliation, her body was moving in a slow, grinding rhythm, controlled by a slow, burning desire rather than by her own mind. The tightness was building up in her loins, and slowly she began to move with him instead of against him.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "I can't stand it; I can't stand it!" Her hips bucked violently underneath her, her whole body suddenly crying out to be satisfied by the enormous hardened shaft of flesh sunk deep up between her widespread legs.
As her own passion built, the pain subsided, and she was caught up in her desire and need for satisfaction.
"Beg me for it," he choked out at her as he sensed her surrender. "Beg me for it, you bitch!"
She had never been taken like this. Even the brutal George Adams had only been an amateur alongside the wild animal plunging his huge, lust-swollen cock up into her now. She hated the man, he was revolting, disgusting beyond words! But her inflamed cunt told her how wonderful it was to be ravaged so cruelly. To be degraded and humiliated before the wonderfully enormous pussy-filling machine drove up into her very depths, making her cry out in passion and delight as it brought spasms of ecstasy to her loins.
"Oh, yes, yes ... do it," she hissed in helpless capitulation. "It feels so goood ... harder ... fuck me harder!" Oh, Ralph, she thought through the hot, searing flame of her suddenly uncontrollable desire, forgive me, darling, I can't help it, it feels so good!
He could feel his own passion at the boiling point, and he knew he would explode at any moment, so he began to slow up on his long, powerful thrusts in an effort to prolong the delicious sensation of power and lust he felt at the thought of his young, helpless tenant writhing in passionate abandon beneath him.
Mary felt as though an electric shock was running through her body, every inch of flesh was alive and tingling, sensitive to every move this animal of a man made on her body, and she was' enjoying it! There was no comparison between this and any other feeling she had ever had -- she had to have him thrust into her deeper and deeper -- to split her apart if necessary -- to force his iron-hard organ deep up inside her burning pussy. She threw her legs wider and wider, forcing him up inside, arching up wildly to meet the magnificent thrusts and then backing off slowly as he withdrew, the muscular walls of her vagina contracting around his cock like a sucking bivalvular pump.
Her arms came up around his back, and her thighs closed around his hips as she bucked harder, her head rolling from side to side in an insane frenzy while her mouth spewed out lewd words.
''Oh, Jesus... fuck me, you bastard ... HARDER ... Get it all in!"
His own thrusts became more and more powerful as the sperm began to gather in his swollen testicles and start the slow, pleasurable journey up to the dilated tip of his large, bulbous knob-head. He could feel her hungrily clasping pussy surge against his pubic hair as her cunt lips contracted and tried to hold his huge cock up inside her quivering orifice for a second more. Her fingers dug into his back, raking downward and scraping the flesh away in her passion. Her long, beautiful legs pulled him onto her again and again.
"Oooohhh ... I'm going to cum!" she cried out, "I'M CUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!" She screamed as the rapid explosions of delicious sensation hit her belly and began to spread out to her legs and pussy. Her voice was choked with passion, and she pushed herself up against him, opening her pussy wider.
Her words excited him to the breaking point, and with a deep-throated grunt, he hissed down into her lust-contorted face.
"Here it comes, baby," he said thickly, "Here it comes!" With several deep thrusts he began to empty himself into her hungrily-sucking pussy, his sperm mingling hotly with hers deep down inside her raging cunt. Their bodies shook as the white-hot sticky male fluid spewed out in powerful gushes, trembling uncontrollably until they thought they would go mad with lust. And then they both collapsed in a heavy exhaustion, their limbs still entwined, his cock still buried deeply within her.
Later, when their breathing subsided, he sat up and looked down at her naked, sweat-drenched body. "Your husband is really a lucky guy to have you, baby. You're the best piece of tail I ever had!"
She looked back at him, her eyes filled with tears of shame and humiliation.
"I feel so dirty," she murmured, her chest still heaving from the intensity of her climax, "but I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help it!"
"Well, there'll be plenty more times from now on. Don't let your conscience bother you too much!"
She flinched slightly as his hand played familiarly between her legs, gently stroking her still erect clitoris and nursing one last spasm of pleasure from her aching body. She knew that now there was no turning back, she had succumbed to this awful man, and he could come back again and again as long as Ralph was not here. She hated him!
Mary closed her eyes and fell into a sexually satisfied sleep as he continued to fondle her wet pussy. It seemed somehow so lewd and obscene to lie here and let him do that to her, but deep down inside, she knew she had no choice. No choice whatsoever!
When she awoke much later, he was gone, but there was a note on the coffee table.
It was a receipt for the rent marked, "Paid in Full."