CHAPTER TWO

Carolyn was shocked. She could feel the man's eyes on her as she turned over the glossy photographs.

"I can't believe it," she said. "You took pictures. Why did you do that?"

Dan Jacobs smiled. He knew he had this pretty little blonde exactly where he wanted her. It was time for him to take off his nice-guy mask.

"Why do you think, bitch?" he said coldly.

Carolyn had never been talked to that way. She looked up in surprise. She had been sorry and ashamed of what had happened between her and the stranger. Afterwards, for two weeks, she had been as nice as she could possibly be to her husband. She was determined never to be unfaithful again.

And then Dan Jacobs had phoned her.

She looked down once more at the pictures. There was no doubt it was her. Her long blonde hair was tangled and her mouth was open in heat. She looked depraved.

"Oh my God," she said softly. "I don't understand. I really don't understand."

"It's simple," he said. "You took a little pleasure. Now you're going to have to pay for it."

"Blackmail," she said. "You want money?"

"Not money," he said. "I just want you to go to work for me. For six months. Then I'll give you the pictures and I'll move on to another town. It's safer that way. Just six months."

"Oh my God," she said again. "I'll pay you money. I'll do that. But I couldn't do that."

"You will," he said.

She didn't like the slow smile that came over his face. She tugged her skirt down and got off the bed. She walked to the door and put her hand on the knob. At that moment she didn't believe him. She couldn't believe that he would ever part with those pictures.

"Don't go out the door," he warned. "Or you'll find your pictures going on sale in every bar in the country."

Then she knew he meant what he said. He was not bluffing. She knew what going to work for him meant, but she couldn't allow those pictures to be distributed. She turned around to face him once more.

"You win," she said. "Six months. That's all."

"I knew you'd understand," he said. "Now strip it off, bitch. We're going to have a little lesson to seal the bargain."

Before she had enjoyed the sex with him. She couldn't deny that. But now something else was happening to her. He was treating her like a common whore and it was both exciting and frightening.

She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. Her bra was next. She shivered as she felt his hot eyes caressing her full tits.

"This time," he said, "you're going to pleasure me. Don't even think about yourself. You only want to pleasure me."

She nodded her head as she pulled off her skirt. This time she wore no stockings.

"Leave your panties on," he said. "For a little while."

Again she nodded as she kicked off her shoes. He lay down on the bed without undressing. She went back to the bed and sat down beside him.

"Have you ever sucked a man off?" he asked.

She never had. She had kissed her husband there a few times but he had never wanted her to go farther than that. Now she felt a growing heat between her legs as she faced the task of sucking this man off.

"Do it," he said. "Take my cock out. Take it out and suck it, bitch. I want to give you a hot mouthful of cum. I want you to taste my jism! Do it!"

She reached for him, felt the hard bulge already forming in his trousers. Her fingers trembled nervously as she unzipped him. He was wearing no shorts. She reached inside his trousers and tugged his large rod out through the opening.

She stared at it for a few moments and she wondered how it would taste. He put one hand on her shoulder and pulled at her.

"Now take it in your mouth," he said. "I'm ready to drown you in my cum."

Her lips touched lightly against the meaty texture of his rod. She had never done it before but she knew what he wanted. She had heard enough ugly stories about it. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to run up and down his trembling cock.

He pushed on the back of her head and her lips went down to his balls.

"Take my balls in your mouth," he suggested. "Take them and suck them gently."

It was odd but she wanted to please him.

It wasn't anything like the way she felt with her husband. It was good with her husband. She never felt as if she were being used. He was tender and kind and he made her happy.

This man was using her and she was getting hotter than she'd ever gotten.

"That's it, baby," he moaned. "Suck my balls."

She held each of his tender balls gingerly in her mouth. She could feel the tension as she touched him with her tongue. She could also feel how heavy he was and she knew that those balls would soon be sending a load of cum into her mouth.

The thought made her even more excited.

"Now my cock, bitch," he moaned. "Swallow me up."

She ran her tongue back up his cock and closed her mouth over the immense head. She used her tongue and lips on the crown for a few seconds, but she then felt the pressure on the back of her head.

He wanted her to take all of this rod into her mouth. She tried to relax as she felt his stiff cock going past the roof of her mouth. Then his immense crown was driving into her throat. She choked and tried to draw him out but he held her tightly.

"Just relax, bitch," he said. "Just relax your throat."

Tears were burning at her eyes. She felt as if she couldn't breath. Slowly he released her and allowed her, to gasp for breath. But then his huge tool was once more driving into her throat.

She willed herself to relax and she found herself able to move her mouth up and down his rod the way he wanted. He sighed and some of the pressure on her head was relieved.

"That's nice," he moaned. "That's nice. Keep that up and I'll give you a hot load. Keep it up, Carolyn."

She was doing her best. She could see herself in the mirror by the bed, her long hair tangled, her red lips covering his cock.

"Faster, baby," he moaned. "Faster."

She could feel his cock expanding in her throat and she knew he was getting ready to cum. She had never tasted a man's jism and she was a little nervous but she knew he'd never allow her to move her head.

Then she tasted a little of his salty cum striking her throat.

"I'm ready, baby," he moaned. "I'm ready. Here it comes. Taste it, bitch! Swallow it! SWALLOW IT!"

A thick glob of jism erupted in her throat and she swallowed it down. Then another. Some of it escaped the corners of her mouth. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her by the hair. She felt him rubbing some of his jism into her hair.

"Ahhhh shit," he said softly. "That was fine. Really fine."

He allowed her to fall back on the bed. He stood up and walked over to where he had his bottle. He fixed himself a drink and finished it off in a few sips. He looked back at her.

"Now the panties," he said.

She was ready. She still tasted his strong male flavor as she slipped her flimsy panties down her legs.

"Open your legs," he said. "Wide. And play with yourself."

She was being degraded. She knew what he was doing, but she couldn't control the heat of her body. There was something about this man that drove her crazy. She kept telling herself that she had to do what she was doing because of his pictures of her.

But inside she knew she would have done these things anyway. At his command.

She opened her legs and felt him looking directly into her wet cunt. She put two fingers against her thigh. She was hesitant to move them up any farther.

"Damn it!" he roared. "Play with yourself!"

She ran her fingers up her thigh into her blonde bush. She shivered as she felt her fingers playing with her already juicy pussy lips.

"You're a hot bitch," he said.

He began to undress. She continued to play with her cunt while she watched him strip naked. His strong, muscular body was revealed to her hungry eyes.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

She let her eyes fall to where his cock was already sticking up hard and angry looking. She licked her dry lips.

"Yes," she said. "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

He came to the bed quickly and dropped down on top of her. She felt smothered with his weight but it was a nice feeling. She parted her legs farther and felt his deep entry.

"Ahhhh," she moaned.

"Hot bitch," he said. "You were ready for that. Sucking cocks must really get you off."

"Yes," she moaned. "It does. It got me off. Oh God, you feel so good."

She ran her fingers down his back as he slowly started moving in and out of her cunt. She bit him on the shoulder but he didn't seem to mind.

"God, I love it!" she cried. "I love it! I really love it! Oh God, I'm coming! I'm coming, already! ALREADY!"

She screamed and bit him again as she felt the delicious feelings rock her body. She kept trembling as her body slowly relaxed. But his cock was still hard inside her and she could feel the heat growing again.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "It's never been like that. It's never been this way. Oh Jesus!"

The slap of his balls was loud as he continued to fuck her. She wanted him deeper and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his driving buttocks. She felt his cock slip in even deeper and she moaned in pleasure.

One of his hands cupped her titty and rubbed across her hard nipple.

It was too much to bear. She gave a soft sigh as she felt the pleasure start to bubble up in her.

"I'm going to come," she said softly. "I'm going to come again. AGAIN! AGAINNNNN!"

At the same moment she felt his hot cum pouring into her. She locked her legs tighter as she kept grinding herself against him, trying to draw every inch of his cock into her juicy cunt.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Jesus, that was fine!"


***

Julia lit the second candle and stood back to admire her work.

She had fixed a fantastic supper for Jimmy, complete with wine and candlelight. She had spent most of the afternoon fixing herself up.

She could see her reflection in the dining room mirror and she was pleased by what she saw.

She had bought a new dress that morning. It was tight and low cut to reveal the tops of her huge, firm tits. She wore no bra and the outline of her panties could be seen.

Her long dark hair was shimmering as it hung to her shoulders. She was wearing a lipstick that made her naturally full lips look even more kissable.

She knew a dress like that was attention-getting. She remembered the salesgirl's comment about it: "A dress like that would make him cream in his pants," the salesgirl had said.

Julia had not liked the vulgar comment but she had taken the dress anyway. The truth was that she wanted something like that to happen to Jimmy. He had been so caught up in his work that he seldom came near her.

"I hope he does get turned on," Julia said to herself.

She heard the car in the driveway and she hurried to the door. She was disappointed when he opened the door.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Don't tell me we're going out somewhere. I'm too tired to move."

"No," she said, trying to sound sympathetic. "I thought we'd have a nice little dinner at home."

"Good," he said. "I don't feel like I could move out of this house. And I'm starving. Are you ready to eat?"

"I thought you might want to get cleaned up," she said.

For the first time he seemed to notice how beautiful she looked and he got a little red.

"Maybe a shower would make me feet better," he said. "I'll only be a while."

She was again disappointed when he came back downstairs. He had showered but he hadn't shaved and he was dressed in a pair of shorts and a shirt.

"I feel much better," he said, scratching his chest. "Now what's for supper? I feel like I could eat a horse."

He did eat like a horse and he drank half the bottle of wine but he still said nothing about the candlelight and about the way she looked. After supper, he went into the living room to watch television.

She sat down beside him and crossed her legs. She pulled at her short skirt so that he'd be sure to see her firm legs and part of her inner thighs.

For the first time he seemed to get interested in her body.

"Do we have to watch that?" she asked.

"What'd you have in mind, baby?" he asked.

She hated it when he started putting on his sex stud act. His voice would get deeper and he'd start acting like he was God's gift to a horny woman. She sometimes wondered why she married him, but she half knew it was only because he was a rich and educated businessman. Men like that were hard to find. Besides, tonight she didn't care what kind of act he put on as long as he satisfied her.

"Why don't I turn that off?" she asked.

"Go ahead," he said.

She gave him a good view of her jiggling ass as she bent to turn the television off. He was already getting aroused by the time she sat down on the couch. His breathing was rapid and she could see the bulge in his shorts.

She only hoped that tonight he could make himself last long enough to satisfy the itch in her cunt.

He already had his hand on her knee, softly squeezing. She kissed his lips and let her fiery tongue slip into his mouth. He groaned as their tongues touched.

His hand went farther up her thighs, caressing her hot flesh. What she needed was for him to throw her down and fuck her roughly. She didn't tell him that. She knew his prudish mind would be shocked. But that was what she wanted.

He pushed her back on the couch until he was leaning on top of her. She felt one of her titties became loose and press warmly against his T-shirt. His chest started heaving in excitement.

"You feel so good, honey," he said gently. "You feel so good."

He bent his head and took her rosy tit into his mouth. She wanted him to bite her roughly, but again she was reluctant to tell him what she wanted.

Instead his lips worked at her gently and frustrated her even more.

"Oh God," she moaned.

He thought she was getting turned on by it and he lifted up so that he could pull her dress down below her large titties. Once again his mouth closed over one of her nipples, sucking softly. She arched her back, trying to press more of her hot flesh into his mouth. He immediately released her.

Her titties ached to be really kissed and again she was tempted to tell him, but again she held back. She knew his prudish nature would be shocked by her coming on too strong. But God, how she needed a real man to bruise her and maul her and make her really feel satisfied with his love making.

His hand slipped up between her legs and he began to rub her cunt through her flimsy panties. He discovered that she was already wet with her juices.

He seemed to hesitate a little and she was afraid he was going to draw his hand away. She quickly closed her thighs against his probing fingers.

"Oh God, Jimmy," she moaned. "I love you. I need you. I really need you."

Jimmy might not have understood this new hunger of his wife. He had always thought wives were supposed to behave like good, decent women. Only whores were supposed to have those kind of hungers. Still, he was too carried away to think about it.

He reached down and unzipped himself. His cock was hard and straining to be free. He popped out of his shorts almost immediately. He was proud of his cock. Proud that it was big and proud that he could seem always ready to fuck. He was too prudish to admit that pride out loud. "Oh I feel it," Julia moaned. "Oh, I need it so bad."

She knew that he was questioning himself about the way she was acting. She didn't care. She needed a cock inside her to control her savage itch.

She helped him to pull her skirt up above her waist and to slide her flimsy panties down her legs. She grabbed his throbbing rod and pushed the head against her cunt.

"Put it in me," she begged him. "I need to be fucked. I need your big cock!"

He was no longer hesitating. She knew she had gone too far. She knew he would be asking himself questions after he had satisfied himself. He would be wondering how his demure wife could know words like that.

But right now he was impatient to get his cock in her cunt and she was satisfied with knowing that.

She opened her legs wider and she began to tug on his cock. She felt his cock-head slip past the outer walls of her cunt lips. She ground herself against, him so that his long rod was drawn completely into her.

"Oh," she moaned. "I needed that. I needed it so bad. Now fuck me, honey. Fuck me good!"

She could not control herself. The words kept exploding from her mouth as her pussy got hotter and hotter. Sure, she had said those kind of things when she was younger, but a good woman didn't talk like that. She understood that, but her pussy was just too hungry for his cock.

He began to move quickly in and out of her cunt and she gave a loud cry.

She raised her long legs and wrapped them easily around his back. She began to match his every gentle thrust with a movement of her firm ass.

"Go faster," she moaned. "Aaaa, faster, harder!"

Low moans escaped her throat as she felt him quickening his thrusts. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him hard against her titties.

"Please," she begged him. "Harder. Harder!"

He was too carried away. Suddenly she felt him groan and she felt the hot wetness of his cum filling her cunt.

"No," she protested. "No, please."

But he was done. Even as she kept grinding herself against him she felt his cock turning limp.

"Oh please," she said again.

He pulled his limp cock from her fiery cunt. He was looking at her strangely and she knew it was because of the way she'd acted.

"I'm kind of tired," he said. "I think I'll go to sleep."

She knew there was nothing she could say. He left her. She waited until he was out of the room before she put her fingers between her legs. She put two fingers inside her cunt but she soon knew that wasn't going to be enough.

"Oh God," she said tiredly. "God damnin it!"

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