Chapter 4
The receptionist kept David waiting for about five minutes, and he nervously observed his surroundings. He had never been in this part of the private gambling club before, and it was even more luxurious than the plush gaming rooms on the lower levels of the old estate manor. The receptionist sat at a desk that was almost as large as the foyer of David's own apartment in Manhattan, calmly putting bright pink polish on her long, tapered nails, her full sensual lips pouting as she concentrated on what she was doing. The room had a white carpet from wall to wall, and the legs of the deep brown leather chairs sank almost out of sight into the nap of the rug. Through the window behind the bouffant-haired girl at the desk who was studiously avoiding meeting David's eyes as if he were not worth looking at, he could see the distant hazy skyline of the buildings of Manhattan. Lower down were the green trees of the estate itself, and five hundred yards away he could see the guarded entrance he had passed through on his way to meet Harvey
Sears. The guard armed with a pistol in a shiny black leather holster had reminded David of the type of man he was dealing with if he should for some reason displease Harvey Sears.
Once again David cursed himself for giving in to his irresistible urge to gamble. He had felt safer with the standard odds of the roulette wheels than he had with horse-racing, and besides, the glamour of the rooms below with their huge crystal chandeliers and the secret privacy had appealed to his flamboyant tastes.
But there was nothing glamorous at all about the way the young insurance man was feeling at the moment. He was afraid of what Harvey Sears wanted to say to him, and he didn't know what he would do if the club manager demanded the full three thousand dollars he owed immediately. He had managed to save only five hundred dollars in the last month, and part of that he really needed to pay some overdue bills he had been unable to pay before when he was losing so much money. If he got just one more big insurance account going, he would have enough to pay at least half, but he didn't have anything promising on hand at the moment.
He watched as the receptionist nonchalantly uncrossed and then crossed again her dimpled knees under the desk, revealing to his eyes the long stretch of nylon-clad leg all the way up to where her stockings stopped and the tantalizing whiteness of her upper thighs came together at the narrow pink band of her bikini panties beneath. When he looked up at her face, feeling a slight ache in his loins from the sight, she was staring at him with blank disdain. He knew that a lot of women found him attractive, but probably she knew why he was here and had no time for men without a big bankroll of money in their pockets to spend on her. He felt a momentary twinge of resentment toward her and wished that he could be as rich as Harvey Sears must be for just a week. Then he would put this tall blonde filly through the paces, as they used to say at the race-track, and she would see what kind of a man he was he would fuck her until she'd beg to be his slave forever.
He licked his lips lightly with the tip of his tongue as he began to imagine everything he would make her do, and he felt his penis jerking into quivering hardness inside the restricting cloth of his jockey shorts. Until now, he reflected, he had been faithful to his wife, even though it seemed to him that she didn't even try to satisfy his needs. Angela loved him very much, he was sure of that, but she was so damned puritanical in bed. Just once he wished she would get carried away in her lovemaking and do something wild and different, like sucking his cock, or letting him fuck her in positions different from the usual face-to-face manner she seemed to think was the only way to do it.
He had been sure when they were going together before they were married that she had a latent hot streak in her which would come out as soon as she was used to him, but now after two whole years she still resisted any interesting innovations in bed as though he were coarse and perverse for even suggesting them. Sooner or later he knew he would be drawn to another woman who had fewer inhibitions, especially if Angela didn't begin to satisfy him more, but he had always been afraid of what that might do to their otherwise happy relationship.
The sudden thought came to him that he had started gambling again in an effort to relieve the tension her reluctance to sex had caused in him, but if that was so, it was all to no avail. The night he had taken her out to dinner and met Harvey Sears, for instance, he had later practically had to force her to let him make love to her, and then she just lay there practically as if she were asleep without responding or getting excited by anything he did, and that had taken all the pleasure out of it for him. It was so frustrating because he was more attracted to her physically than to any other woman he had ever known. If only something would wake her up. And God knew he had tried everything he could think of, which with his previous experience was quite a bit. It had always worked with other women . . . why not the wife he loved?
He sighed heavily in the room, making the pretty receptionist look at him briefly with a suspicious look in her eye as though she suspected him of trying to make a pass at her in some way. He had tried in vain to make pleasant conversation with her when he had first been shown to the room to wait, and he was about to make another attempt when suddenly she glanced at her tiny wrist watch and stood up.
"Mr. Sears will see you now," she piped in her dime-store salesgirl accent that did not match her elegant appearance in any way. Her well-rounded buttocks jiggled slightly under the tight sheath of her brief skirt as she walked ahead of him to the heavy oak door and pushed it open for him to enter. Then he stepped inside and she closed it with a silent airy sound, leaving him in an almost dark room.
Gradually his eyes accustomed themselves to the dimly lit inner office, and not seeing Harvey Sears at first glance, he let his gaze roam around the room. The floor was covered with another wall-to-wall carpet, this one bright orange, and ivory drapes of immense height covered the wide expanse of window and tumbled casually on the carpet. There was no one sitting at the wide dark wood desk with a high-backed over-stuffed leather swivel chair behind it. The top of the desk was bare except for a gold pen in a holder and an intercom box in one corner. The top was polished with wax so shiny it reflected the weak light filtering through the heavy drapes.
Slowly turning his head as he looked into the darker corners of the room he spoke softly, wondering whether the receptionist had made a mistake.
"Mr. Sears, Harvey?" he breathed, and then he noticed an almost imperceptible smell of sweet perfume in the air and heard a tiny noise from somewhere off to his right. Turning his head, he saw the long deep-seated couch and abruptly became aware of a small patch of pale skin catching the light.
"Is that you, Harvey?" he said, startled and off balance that whoever it was had not spoken to him, letting him stand helplessly inside the door without bothering to greet him or turn on a light.
"Harvey had to take care of some business downstairs," a soft feminine voice told him. "It's all right, he told me to keep you occupied while he was gone," the voice reassured him, somehow sensing his hesitancy and awkwardness.
"I-the receptionist told me he was ready to see me," David stammered in his confusion, straining his eyes to see the woman's face.
"Well, he thought so too. But he'll be gone at least an hour. He said something about a debt that wasn't paid. Come closer so we can see each other," her voice purred to him.
He took a few cautious strides toward the couch and then he saw her. It was the singer who had been with Harvey Sears the other night at the supper-club, Jeanette Sawyer, stretched out on a thick bear-skin draped over the high-backed couch. Both her slippers were off and her white feet and calves showed below the hem of her long purple robe. At the top of the robe he could make out the billowing white contours where her ripely swelling breasts began and her long slender neck like a column of ivory supporting her oval face surrounded by dusky red hair. She was smiling in his direction as he approached and he smiled a weak smile back at her.
"Call me Jeanette, and I'll call you David," she crooned.
She reached for a glass he hadn't noticed was there, and he wondered for a moment if she could be drunk, the way she was using such a seductive tone in speaking to him. He could see her face quite clearly now, and her eyes seemed to be examining him carefully over the rim of the glass as she took a long drink.
"How about a drink?" she asked in a tone that seemed to suggest that whatever he wanted he could have.
"No, thanks, I'd better not. I have to check in at the office after I see Mr. Sears Harvey, I mean," he said lamely, wanting a drink more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life, his mouth was suddenly so dry and parched.
"Oh, come on," she chided him gently.
"Surely you can hold one drink and still do your job." With a long swinging motion of her shapely legs that revealed to his eyes an enticing stretch of naked white thigh, she got up from the couch and brushed past him, smiling up into his face suggestively.
David couldn't help noticing that she had nothing on under the robe, catching a fleeting glimpse of her full out thrust breasts separated by a shadowy narrow crevice, her tiny nipples standing erectly out under the loose garment. He felt a pang of warmth spreading through his loins as he noticed the heady mixture of her perfume and an exciting indefinable feminine odor that sent his brain reeling with almost uncontrollable desire.
But this is crazy, he was thinking. I shouldn't even have a single thought about one of Harvey Sears' women he would deal with me like he would with a fly, and there would be nothing I could do about it.
"How about a Pernod?" her voice came to his ears. He quickly decided that it was all his imagination, that this current mistress of the big-time gambler couldn't possibly be interested in him, and the best thing for him to do would be toingratiate himself with her and try to avoid any further problems with Harvey Sears.
"I've never had Pernod, but I'm game for anything," he answered, trying to feel at ease.
"I'll just bet you are," she giggled. She poured a large amount of yellowish-green liquid, which turned milky white when she added some water, and then moved toward a door near the liquor cabinet. "Bring my drink, will you?" she said nonchalantly. "We'll be more comfortable in here."
David realized that aside from the couch where she had been reclining, the only other place to sit was behind the big desk. Hoping he was doing the right thing, he followed the sultry redhead as she opened the door and entered what appeared to be a woman's living room.
Jeanette noticed him looking around at the chintz-covered sofas and lounging chairs and white fuck carpet.
"Nice, huh?" she said as she closed the door behind her and, to his surprise, turned the key in the lock. "It's my private apartment. Not even Harvey can come in without my permission. I'm privileged," she told him.
He watched with wide-eyed apprehension and nervousness as she walked barefoot through the ankle-deep rug toward him, swinging her widely flaring hips insinuatingly from side to side as her legs scissored back and forth. When she was close enough, she raised her arm handing him his drink, her action causing her robe to spread open wider so that one taut, smooth-skinned breast was exposed to his view as far as the rosy circle of the areole surrounding her nipple. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the luscious sight, hypnotized in spite of his effort at willpower to shift his gaze somewhere else. He could feel his heart beating wildly, pounding in his temples, and then finally by an almost superhuman effort he lifted his eyes to her face.
She was smiling a lewd, seductive grin, almost daring him to reach out and touch her sensual body, her arm still extended and holding his Pernod. "You like?" she cooed up at him, undulating her belly in his direction like an exotic dancer from a desert sheik's harem.
"Yes, thank you," David stammered, reaching with fumbling fingers for the glass she was holding and lifting it hurriedly to his lips. My God, what a woman! he was thinking as he poured the licorice-flavored liquid into the back of his throat as though it were water. It seemed to calm him down almost immediately, even though he could still feel the throbbing insistence in his inflamed loins, and without hesitating he drank another huge mouthful.
"I meant, do you like me?" she repeated when he finally lowered the glass. Her eyes seemed all of a sudden to be smoky with desire as she looked at him, and her pink tongue passed moistly over her sensually smiling lips. He wondered insanely for a moment if she were a nymphomaniac or something and was always like this with strange men.
"How could anyone not like you?" he asked in a husky voice. The Pernod he was drinking seemed to be having a sudden wild effect on his body, his nerve endings jangling all over as if he had somehow become as sensitive in his skin as the tip-end of his now impatiently burgeoning penis. He saw her eyelids droop almost closed as she glanced down at the obvious bulge in his trousers. She shuddered then before him, pressing her voluptuously vibrant breasts together with her upper arms as if excited by a passion so strong she could barely control it. This can't be happening, he shouted inside his mind, wanting more than anything else to throw her back onto the thick carpet and make love to her like a primitive savage raping a chanced-upon female in the jungle.
"I'm glad you like me," she whispered in a hot sultry voice. "Give me my drink and wait here a minute." The touch of her hand on his was like a shock of electricity, and then she disappeared through a door into the next room, not bothering to close it behind her. He heard silky rustling noises, and then her words came through the wild rushing sound in his ears.
"All right, you can come in now," she announced.
Filled with mingled fear and anticipation, the bewildered young husband stepped hesitantly into the room Jeanette had entered. His heart pounded loudly and then almost stopped. It was her bedroom, decorated all in red velvet, even down to the circular bed where she was lying.
And she was completely naked!
Oh God, where is that damned Harvey Sears? David asked himself in desperation.
"How do I look?" the brazen redhead smiled at him, rolling her body in a lewd rocking motion on the bed so that first he was presented with a clear view of her full, half-mooned buttocks, and then shown the ripe, firm mounds of her breasts. Her soft white belly centered with the round navel sloped gently toward the curly red triangle up between her thighs.
David Martin was too surprised and nervous to speak.
"Don't be bashful, we're completely alone in here," she assured him with a slight teasing curl of her lip.
He looked down at the glass he was still carrying, embarrassed, and drained it to the bottom for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. It was odd, but with each further sip of the milky white liquid the fears he had been feeling seemed to be slipping further and further away. A strange confidence he had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood, so smoothly, that he had hardly noticed the change. He marveled at the effect. It just wasn't like alcohol at all. There was no deadening of the senses of touch or thought, in fact if anything it intensified them.
His thoughts returned abruptly to Sears' mistress on the round red velvet bed. She was writhing slowly, letting him fully absorb the effect she knew her wanton nakedness would be having on him, and making small, mewling moans from deep in her throat. She began to run her hands up and down the voluptuous curves of her milk-white body and into secret indentations and hollows, her eyes closed in ecstasy as though she were alone in the room and he was a Peeping Tom looking through a window from a secret hiding place. The lewd thought somehow made her performance more appealing.
He felt another rigid jerk under his pants, his cock hardening still more this time as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her two hands down under her hidden loins, the twin white mounds of her ass-cheeks firmly clenching and unclenching as she ground and twisted on the bed. She turned her face sideways on the blood-red coverlet and looked at him with desire-hungry, heavy-lidded eyes, her moist sensual lips parting slightly to form the words.
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, like a tortured female in heat.
Hearing the lewd words, David's fear and panic flooded back into his confused mind once more like a tidal wave that threatened to sweep him away.
"I-I can't do that!" he stammered, knowing at the same time that it was what he wanted at the moment more than he had ever wanted anything before in his life. The erection in his pants had now risen almost to its full height. The tightly restricting material of his shorts hurt him and he surreptitiously pushed down, allowing it to slip out one leg band into the greater looseness of his slacks.
"David!" she hissed in a compelling tone. "Come here." Without warning she was sitting up on the bed, a wide-eyed, mesmerizing expression on her face now puffed and clouded by the strength of her self-aroused passion.
He jumped slightly from the unexpected note of menace in her voice, and afraid of what she might do if he did not try to keep her from becoming angry with him, he set down his empty glass and walked to the edge of the bed.
Jeanette lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his crotch, grinning again almost to herself. "You like me," she said simply. "I can tell."
"Any man would be crazy if he didn't," he blurted out.
"Why thank you, David. Let me give you a better look." She smiled at him as she moved closer to the edge of the bed where he was standing. She knelt down on her knees and then sat back on her heels, her hands resting on the bed behind her. David glanced down at the thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible up between her slightly parted thighs. He did not avert his eyes this time and an excited little smile crossed over his face as she opened them a little wider to give him a better view. He could see that she was excited, if he hadn't been able to tell before. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture were faintly visible rising between her cream-smooth thighs, glistening in the tight narrow cuntal slit as she slowly exposed herself to him.
He let his eyes wander on up the concave tautness of her belly to the full firmly set breasts above, the pink little nodules of her nipples standing out toward him as if inviting him to cover them with his mouth and nip at them with his teeth. He gritted his teeth together in a vain effort to ignore the throbbing hotness threatening to burst out of his slacks, and his eyes moved on up to her full-lipped mouth that had a damp sparkle, her tongue-tip barely visible as it passed from one corner of her lewdly inviting smile to the other.
God, he wanted to fuck her, if only she was not involved with the one man David had good reason to be afraid of. He had heard of some of the terrible things that had happened to men and women who could not pay their IOU's for gambling debts.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you," she whispered. "Tell me the truth."
"Yes, God, I want to," the lewd words forming on her lips exciting him more. "But Harvey . . . "
"Forget Harvey," she snarled in suddenly flaring anger. Then her face took on an expression of surprised realization as she pretended for the first time to understand why David had come to Sears' office. She knitted her brow as if worried for his sake.
"You're in some kind of trouble with Harvey, aren't you?" she asked in false concern. "That's why you won't even touch me," she added, pouting as if a new toy were being kept from her for some stupid reason she couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, but that's about the way things are," David spoke unhappily. He was at the same time relieved that she now understood and disappointed that the supremely luscious body could not be his to do with as he wanted.
Her eyes looked thoughtful for a moment, and she seemed to be measuring the length of the bulging cock in his trousers against the consequences of what she was thinking about. Finally she appeared to come to a decision.
She sat forward and reached toward David with her hand and hooking her fingers in his belt pulled him nearer to the bed. "I think I can help you," she said huskily. Without warning she reached up, curled her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. He was so surprised by her words and actions that he did not resist, allowing her to press her lips tightly up against his. They were amazingly soft and supple as her tongue insinuated itself moistly between his own parted lips, and he thrust his tongue out to meet hers, shoving it back deep into her throat. She was sucking gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills of excitement running the length of his spine. She had gradually risen up onto her knees, and her body was molded against his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his lust-aroused rigidity as he ground his lips harshly down onto hers, bringing his throbbing cock to a painful hardness. He could feel her heated breath coming rapidly on his cheek as he felt her resilient flesh massaging against his moistening penis where the seminal fluid was seeping from the blunt head into the material of his trousers, and he fought to control the sensations of helpless panic rushing through his mind.
He had to have her, and he also knew he had to get away from her before Harvey Sears showed up. It was an impossible situation.
He thought his head was going to explode, and his cock was jerking now as though he would cum at the slightest extra pressure from the tension building up in his pounding testicles below.
Finally the seductive redhead reluctantly let her lips slide wetly away from his and make a warm moist trail of kisses across his cheek as she moved her mouth closer to his ear.
"I can get Harvey to do anything I want," she whispered into his ear, her breath there sending tingles of lust-inciting pleasure through his pulsing veins.
"I bet you sure as hell can," David gasped into her fine tendrils of long red hair as he rested his cheek against hers, vainly trying to stop the steady trembling sensations deep in his stomach.
"You fuck me like I want, and I'll get him off your back," she promised. She was running her fingers teasingly over his heaving chest and belly between them and around to his back and neck. She felt him stiffen against her in fear and hesitation, and she abruptly pulled away from him and stared at him with a hard glitter in her eyes.
"And if you don't, I'll say you tried to rape me," she muttered in an attempt to intimidate him further.
David felt his mind racing blindly for a way out of his dangerous situation. He could still feel the impression of her tiny pointed nipples against the skin of his chest and his body was suddenly cold where she had been until now pressing into contact with his eagerly responding body, causing even more confusion in his thoughts.
He stood before her, swaying slightly and trying to make up his mind, unconsciously taking in the delicious feast her naked body was brazenly offering to him, his eyes feeling clouded as though they, and not his balls, were filling up with his steaming load of sperm.
The red-headed bitch was leaving him no choice, and anything he did now was immaterial. His mouth twitched downward at the corners as he felt the sudden overwhelming desire to be as sadistic and cruel to her as he knew how and get even with her for putting him into this impossible situation, whatever the consequences later.
She sensed his decision to submit to her wishes, and spoke, before he could change his mind and back away in fear again.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded.
"Yes, I want to," he hissed down at her, hating her for forcing him to give in.
"Then tell me!" she insisted.
"I want to fuck you!" he almost shouted.
"How?" she groaned, throwing herself back full length on the bed, her legs spread far apart as she writhed and moaned before him.
"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," David heard his voice say as though he was listening to an actor in an obscene pornographic movie.
"Ohhh, God," she groaned out loud into the room. "Get your clothes off and do it before I die."
The trapped young insurance man began desperately stripping his clothes from his body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his pants and shorts and stood over the bed where she was lying watching, his fully swollen cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She looked over at him standing above her, her eyes riveted on the spasmodically jerking penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I like it. It's going to feel good going up inside of me and twisting around deep in my cunt. Oh God, come on and screw me with it. Come on."
He lay down on the circular bed beside her, dragging her to him with the strength of his arms. He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body quivered under his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully aroused body into contact with his own. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them in his fingers. They were beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him and she raised her face up to his, locking her mouth wetly over his again as her hand searched down between their tightly pressed bellies for the swollen hardness of his penis. He gasped out loud into her softly sucking mouth as the coolness of her fingers closed firmly around his lust-engorged shaft. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back and she crushed the full writhing length of her body against his and ground her pelvis in small circles tightly into his, then suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.
In the adjoining room, Harvey Sears sat in front of the video-tape monitor with a triumphant grin on his face. He had started filming his mistress and David Martin as soon as the young husband had entered the bedroom and seen Jeanette lying completely naked before his eyes. No wonder that guy's a gambler, Sears was thinking. He must have nerves of steel to hold off as long as he has from fucking Jeanette. She knows how to do all the actions that really turn you on.
He felt a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied her face in the monitor and saw the unmistakable signs of desire he knew so well. He knew she was not putting on an act like a lot of women did. She just liked to screw and that was that. He focused the camera a little closer to catch David's facial expressions. He didn't want to miss any of this. He had big plans for this little show. It was going to get him David's pretty blonde wife, and he would screw into her pussy just like this bet-welshing bastard was getting ready to fuck the hell out of Jeanette now. He leaned back with lewd anticipation at the thought of those long slim legs of the innocent-looking Angela Martin wrapped tightly around him as he shoved his cock up into her and fucked her half to death. He could feel his penis hardening at the thought as he turned his attention back to the two bodies struggling nakedly together on the screen in front of him. Small droplets of perspiration began to form on his brow from the excitement he always felt when he watched another man fucking a really well-stacked piece of tail. I wonder how he likes the taste of my cum I shot in her mouth earlier, he chuckled obscenely to himself.
"Oh God, you feel nice," Jeanette whispered into David's ear, shoving the smooth flatness of her belly close up against him. Her fingernails trailed hotly across his back, leaving small red welts in their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and pulling her open loins up tighter against him. He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his lust-engorged cock along the heated wetness of her widespread cuntal split, sensing it growing wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Her trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his throbbing lions until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on both sides of his body, her calves locking tightly against the back of his thighs, pulling him harder into her.
"Ohh, fuck me now, darling. Fuck me now," she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched shut, her pelvis grinding erotically.
He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands which had been running searchingly over his body came suddenly down between the tender lips of her desire-moistened cunt. David groaned as he felt her grasp his massively swollen cock, move it maddeningly up and down between her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating blood-filled tip. The red curls of cuntal hair grazed teasingly against it, forcing it into an even greater hardness until it ached from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove it with flesh-splitting fury into the eagerly awaiting mouth of her pussy.
"Ohhhh, it's so big," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like sheath slip wetly over the blunt sensitive tip.
"Work it in slow, honey," she grunted as it entered with a slight popping noise, almost as though she were a virgin being taken for the first time. He didn't intend for her to get off easy now that she had gotten him into this, and ignoring her pleadings, he shoved forward again.
His long, thick cock raced determinedly up her cunt to the full depths of her nakedly trembling belly, warm and tight at first, aching the full length of his rigid shaft and then gradually easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage smoothed the way. She would soon be able to take whatever punishment he could offer her, and he pulled the still tightly fitting cock all the way back out until only the huge bulbous head was left inside, then rammed his hips forward again with all of his strength. He could feel the clasping inner walls of her pussy resisting him all the way in and with a brutal thumping sound he struck bottom, the tip-end of his lust-driven cock punching up against the cushiony surface of her womb accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls beneath slapping into her eagerly upturned buttocks.
"Oooomph!" she groaned from the unexpectedly hard impact, and then she was screaming a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to escape the sudden excruciating pain. But he only thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her nakedly writhing loins so there was no escape for her. She was skewered on his rod of male flesh like a spitted animal, and he gloated to himself, proud that he could hurt her this way. He had gained the upper hand he knew because he had hurt her and she could not hurt him back in return.
David reveled for a moment in the power he possessed over another man's woman impaled so lewdly beneath him, and then he flexed his cock-head deep inside her again bringing another low moan of mixed pleasure-pain from between her clenched teeth.
Goddamn, he's fucking her good, Harvey Sears mused from his seat in front of the TV monitor as he watched the fleshy hardness of the younger man's cock disappear to the hilt between his mistress' widespread thighs. He wondered with a half-cruel smile on his face what David Martin was going to look like when he saw his own young wife being fucked within an inch of her life that way by some guy she didn't even know, namely Harvey Sears.
David ground his pelvis adulterously into the squirming female flesh beneath him as Jeanette Sawyer strained back under him, arching her loins up at him now, lifting both their bodies a few inches off the velvet-covered bed from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly beneath his relentlessly pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of abandonment as old as time and history itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side on the mattress again and again making her loosely flowing red hair flick back and forth like a whip snapping in the air.
"Ohhh, God, it's good, it's good! Fuck me harder, make me scream!" she coughed up at him in her passion-crazed state.
Enjoying the effects of his intentional brutality, David reached back under and between her wantonly jerking buttocks as he continued driving his cock rhythmically into the steaming wetness of her pussy. He stretched the narrow crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for the tiny puckered hole of her anus.
Suddenly he found it.
A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the widespread separation from where he could feel his lust-hardened rod of flesh sawing up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little mouth, lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring yielded completely and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her back across the bed to escape the painful invasion of her anus.
"Uuuuugnnngg! It hurts! God it hurts!" she screamed.
Glad to hear her words indicating he had found another way to punish her wildly writhing body, he thrust again, sinking his finger in to the second knuckle.
"Ohhhhh! Yesss, yessss!" she hissed up at him. "Hurt me! Hurt me!"
In spite of her obvious pain, he felt her suddenly begin screwing her buttocks back on his probing middle finger until it was sunk into her tightly constricted anus to the palm of his hand, his other fingers and thumb splayed out over the flaccid softness of her ass-cheeks as he pinched and kneaded it in ceaseless torture. He jiggled his middle finger deep inside her, lewdly rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and he began skewering her between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she continued to groan beneath him, opening her legs wide out over the huge bed to give him greater access to the ravishing of her loins.
David could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her warm wet cunt until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pressure building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her flattened buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped. She had to cum soon, and he had to hold his own nearing orgasm back until then. He began ramming it into her with long hard strokes in time with his finger to excite her more.
He could tell she was nearing completion as she gripped him tightly between her thighs, frantically opening and closing them around him like a vise-like clamping in time to his demoniac thrusts into her soft moist cunt. She gurgled passionately beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as though she had no control over it. He knew it was about to happen now and he continued his merciless thrusting with all his strength.
"Ohhh, fuck it, fuck it hard, hard! Hardddd!" she chanted, mumbling obscenities which stirred his own lust to greater and greater heights, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard onto her breasts and offering him the full opening of her obscenely upraised pussy and anus. Her eyes rolled out of control in her head, her face contorted and straining for the final explosion getting so near.
"I'm cumming," she coughed suddenly, her mouth gaping wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming," she repeated again as if to convince herself. "I'm cumming!" She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat were a mass of jumbled unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself. She pulled back her thighs tighter against her flattened breasts until the whole of her stretching pink vaginal slit was presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. Then she backed her ankles over his shoulders, her loins squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung slackly open, unseeing eyes gazing wide at the ceiling.
Jesus, look at her go, Harvey Sears in the other room grinned in lewd excitement as he watched his mistress racing for the final climax under the wildly fucking body of his debtor David Martin.
A low banshee-like scream suddenly formed on the edges of Jeanette Sawyer's parted lips and then pierced through the sounds of the thumping mattress and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils flared wide and she screwed herself up on his madly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins jerked and twisted spasmodically against his naked loins.
She held her breath an interminable moment and then expelled it as though hit in the stomach by a solid fist, her body collapsing limply down into the mattress. She lay still then, except for the uncontrollable spasming of her pussy still locked tightly around his tortured cock. God, he had never in his life seen or felt anything like it. He throbbed the muscles of his pulsing shaft deep in her quivering belly, hoping to bring her to life again.
"That was nice," she mumbled up at him. "I haven't had a ride like that for a long time."
"You're not finished yet," David gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in his balls.
"God," she murmured in approval, "you held back such a long time."
"But not much more," he breathed into her ear. "I'm almost there."
"Roll over," she smiled sweetly up at him. "I'm going to give you a special treat for being so good and patient."
He pulled his finger back out of her anus, at the same time sliding his aching hardness out of the soft wet warmth of her pussy. He hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting his cum into her belly, but he decided to let Jeanette have her way. It had been so long that he had been doing nothing with his wife but getting on top of her and after a few quick strokes shoot off his load and that was it. Angela didn't like to make an interesting game of it and he even had the impression sometimes that she merely tolerated his love-making and didn't really enjoy it. Now that he had gone this far with Jeanette in spite of the danger involved he might as well get a few kicks out of what the voluptuous redhead might come up with. He'd just let her handle it from now on until she decided to coax the boiling load of sperm up out of his swollen balls, and he was looking forward to seeing how she was going to do it.
He rolled reluctantly from the softness of her body over onto his back, thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower thigh. He lay tensely on the red velvet coverlet with his rigidity pointed up at the mirrored ceiling he had not noticed before in his excitement, watching their images reflected in it, waiting to see what the special treatment she had in mind was going to be.