Young housewife in hell

CHAPTER ONE

"Slower, honey!" Lisa Hart gasped, clutching her husband's hips with her thighs to slow his fucking. "Not so hard, dear. You don't want to hurt me."

It was all Lisa could do to keep from trembling in disgust as her husband fucked his stiff, fat prick inside her pussy. If she had known how monstrous his cock was, she might not even have married him, no matter how much money he had. Surely there were some rich men in the world with small cocks.

Her husband, Larry, growled deep in his throat and buried his cock to the hilt inside her small, soft pussy. Lisa gasped in shock and pain and clamped her legs tighter against him. She had never seen him so rough or forceful. She guessed that he must be as excited about the party as she was.

Lisa Hart was barely twenty-one, young and beautiful in a way that had always made men her slaves. She had never cared much for men, and she hated sex, but the one thing she hated even worse was work. Larry was twenty years older than she was, but he was still good looking enough that she wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him. And he had enough money to make a once-a-week fuck worthwhile. "Honey, you're hurting me," Lisa hissed, stroking the back of Larry's head with one hand while she clutched at his back with the other, trying to slow him down. "You know how small my pussy is, sweetheart. You're just too big a bull to give it to me this hard."

Larry grunted as he stuck his cock inside her again. His hands clamped down over Lisa's full, satiny tits, and he squeezed them until Lisa thought she was going to faint from the agony.

"Larry, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaking with the sudden pain that was ripping through her sexy body. "Larry, you're hurting me! You know how sensitive my tits are."

Lisa wanted to scratch or kick at her husband and stop his rough fucking and his manhandling of her tender tits. She held back, though, not wanting to start a fight on the afternoon before their first big party.

Parties like the one they were throwing tonight had been half the reason she had married Larry to begin with.

She guessed he was fucking her so wildly because he was excited, too. She decided he deserved a little fun, and she wrapped her long, lush legs around his humping ass and urged him to fuck her even faster.

Larry had enough money to hire a few servants, so Lisa had few responsibilities. Her biggest job, Larry had explained to her, would be to be a good hostess at the parties a man in his position had to throw.

Lisa had never in her young life experienced an orgasm, but she came as close as she ever had when her husband had explained to her about how she would have to wear the most expensive gown and be the most beautiful woman at any party they threw, at how she would have to entertain rich and famous people. It was the sort of thing Lisa had dreamed about her whole life, and just thinking about it now made her pussy slick with cream and her svelte young body shiver with excitement.

"My rough little boy," she cooed excitement over the party and pain from her husband's mistreatment of her body warring inside her. "Give it to me harder."

Larry Hart buried his face in the sweet hollow of his wife's throat, licking and kissing and biting his way over her silky skin. He knew exactly what the ball-busting little bitch was thinking, why she had married him and what she thought their life together was going to be like. He had seen women like her before, too sexy for their own good, beautiful bitches who had used their bodies and faces to wrap men around their little fingers.

But Lisa didn't know that he saw through her, and she didn't know that he had some plans of his own for their marriage.

He crushed her full, silky tits together and buried his face between them. He whipped his tongue over her sharp-tipped pink nipples and slobbered all over the deep, tan cleavage. Lisa was clutching his back with her hands and pulling at his ass with her legs as if she were a bitch in heat now, but Larry had made enough women cum to know an act from the real thing.

He jerked his cock all the way out of her cunt and then stuck it in with all the force he could manage, and he sighed with pleasure at the involuntary whimper of pain the fuck-blow brought from Lisa's pretty lips. He pounded his big cock around inside her tiny pussy, making her gasp for air.

The first time he laid eyes on Lisa he knew he was going to have her for his wife. Five minutes after he had met her, he knew what kind of a bitch she was, but he went after her anyway. He knew that once they were married he could bring out the cock-hungry whore inside her.

If anything, she was more beautiful now. Lisa had blue eyes that smoldered, fashionably high cheeks and pretty pink lips that always seemed to be pouting. She had strong features, and there was a fiery determination in her eyes. But she was young and inexperienced.

Larry thought he was going to have a lot of fun breaking her will.

Her body was even more remarkable than her face. Her skin was taut and tanned and silky. Lisa worked out every day to keep her body in perfect condition. She tanned in the nude so that every inch of her flesh would be equally bronzed, and she lavished herself with every cream she could find to keep her skin soft and creamy.

Lisa's tits were big and perfectly rounded. They laid like twin perfect globes, sitting so high and impudent on her chest that they seemed to thrust themselves into a man's face and hands. Her waist looked tiny between the swells of her heavy tits and her full hips.

As perfect as her tits were, and as enticing as her narrow waist was, Lisa's ass and legs demanded the most attention of all. Lisa's ass was the most perfect Larry had ever seen, and he had held hundreds of them in his hands. Her bronzed ass cheeks were lush and rounded, but when she tensed them they flexed rock hard. Larry had never seen an ass so bountiful and so firm at the same time. And her legs were the same, long and lush and perfectly shaped, and as a firm as a dancer's.

Larry had those long legs wrapped around him now, but he wanted something more. He wanted to break the frigid little bitch, set free the cock-starved slut who was trapped inside her. And tonight was the night.

Larry fucked his beautiful wife harder and faster. He wasn't used to the rubbers Lisa had made him wear since they had gotten married. Even with the tightness of her pussy and the allure of her sexy body, it was hard for him to climax with the sheath of rubber around his cock. He looked at her tits and thought about what he was going to do with the rubber once he filled it with his jism. The idea, and his excitement over what was going to happen at the party, pushed him over the edge.

"Cumming!" he growled, pulling his face out from between Lisa's tits and kissing her briefly. "I'm cumming, Lisa dear. Not that you can feel it with me wearing this damned rubber, you tight-assed little cock-tease."

Lisa was so filled with relief to hear that the rough fuck was over that she barely noticed the rest of her husband's words. Her little pussy felt as though it had been beaten instead of fucked, and her tits ached from the mauling they had received. She swore to herself that she was going to make Larry pay for the hard fucking he had just given her.

"Yes, honey," she cooed, her voice throaty and sexual. Larry wasn't fucking her as hard now, and Lisa moaned, squirming against him and flexing her cunt around his jerking cock. "Cum, baby! You're so good, baby. You drive me crazy with that big old cock."

"Shut up, Lisa!" Larry growled.

And before the beautiful blonde could even gasp in surprise, he grabbed her by her throat and shoved her brutally down on her back in the bed.

"I'm tired of you faking orgasms, and I'm tired of having to fuck like Ozzie and Harriet and I'm tired of wearing these fucking rubbers! Fuck, we've only been married two weeks, and I guess I'm already tired of you."

"You know I can't take the pill," Lisa said, shock and fear rising inside her. "And I don't fake orgasms. Honey, you've made me cum every time we've made it. And if you want to do some things differently, all you have to do is ask."

"Stop lying to me, bitch!" Larry shouted, pulling out of his wife's cunt and straddling her stomach. He was really getting off on the look of terror on her pretty face. "You just don't want a man's cum squirting up inside you, bitch. And I've made enough sluts cum to know when some dumb little bitch is trying to fool me."

Lisa didn't know why things had turned so bad so quickly. She had thought she had Larry completely fooled and securely under her thumb. Now it seemed as though she hadn't fooled him at all. And right now, she was the one who was helplessly under someone's control.

Tears sparkled in her blue eyes as thoughts of losing not just tonight's party but her whole comfortable marriage with Larry raced through her panicked mind. Suddenly she felt very small and vulnerable. She had to think of something to keep him from throwing her out.

"I'm sorry, Larry," she whined, willing the tears to come now, knowing how the sight of a beautiful woman crying drained men of their anger. "It's just that I love you so much. I hate sex. I always have. But I loved you so much that I wanted to try to make you happy. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to be happy."

Larry gave a laugh that was so menacing and bear dues that Lisa stopped in her act and stared at him in terror. He pulled himself up over her body, sitting first on her stomach, then on her full, firm tits. His cock was still sheathed by the rubber, but now its tip was filled with a heavy load of jism. Larry laid that heavy pocket of cock cream right down on Lisa's trembling chin. The slimy feel of her cunt juice on the outside of the rubber and the warmth from Larry's jism within made the sexy blonde want to vomit.

"You know, Lisa, I thought that was your problem, and I'm glad to hear I was right." Larry squirmed his ass over Lisa's springy tits and waved his cock back and forth, dragging the cum-filled rubber over her chin. "It would be a shame if we had to get a divorce. No parties, no high society, and you back working in that roach-trap greasy spoon. But since you love me so much, I'm sure you'll try as hard as you can to learn to love sex."

"I'll do anything for you!" Lisa cried. She was afraid of the maniacal look she saw in Larry's handsome face, but she was even more frightened of the thought of losing all she had gained by marrying him. "I love you so much! But please go slow, Larry. Please be gentle."

"I love seeing you crying," Larry said. He edged up a little and laid the bulging rubber on Lisa's pouting lips. "No, Lisa, I don't think it would help at all to go slow and gentle. I think that your problem demands that we go fast and hard. Don't you think I'm right?"

Lisa waited for a long time before she nodded her head. Her stomach churned at the feel of the jism-loaded rubber on her lips, at the smell of cunt and cock that filled her nose.

"Good," Larry said with a smile. He peeled the rubber off his still-hard cock and laid the jism-filled balloon back down on Lisa's lips. "The first thing you need to do is learn to love cum. I've had a hundred women tell me mine tastes especially sweet. Kiss the rubber, Lisa. Kiss it good-bye, because this is the last of these fuckers you're going to be seeing."

Lisa trembled with revulsion as she puckered her lips against the slimy rubber. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to think of some way out of this terrible mess. She felt as though her whole world was crashing down around her, but she knew that she would endure whatever little kinks her husband had to keep from losing this house and her new status.

As she smacked her lips against the soiled rubber, she concentrated on the party. Her entrance into high society was worth whatever degradation her husband required.

"That's good," Larry said, squirming his way back down her body. He wriggled his way between her sleek, sexy legs and jammed his dripping cock into her tiny pussy. "Now we're going to fuck like a man and woman should. This time, I might even make you cum."

Lisa grunted with the shock of her husband's cock plunging fully inside her pussy. As always, his big prick stretched her cunt painfully, and she tried to flatten herself into the bed to escape the tearing punishment of his fucking.

Larry wasn't being gentle or caring. He impaled her to the hilt with one fast, brutal cock-lunge, and her long, lithe legs kicked into the air against her will from the force of the impact. Larry smiled at the pain that filled her pretty face and dragged the used rubber all over her lush pink lips.

"Oh, you dirty cock-tease," he rasped, grinding his hips in wide circles as he scoured her tiny, tender pussy with his big prick. "How could you hold back a cunt this sweet and tight? It's tight as an asshole and wet as a mouth and silky as the sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. You selfish little bitch! How could you hold back a cunt this perfect?"

Larry had never felt the bare rub of Lisa's pussy on his cock, and the warm, wet friction was already driving him to the brink of another climax.

If he had known the kind of sexual experience that was waiting for him inside the sultry blonde's cunt, he would have fucked her skin to skin on their wedding night.

Lisa gasped in pain from the shock of his savage fucking. She realized now that what she had thought were rough fuck moments before had been nothing. Larry was pounding her into the bed with every fuck-thrust now, flattening her ass cheeks and bruising her pussy lips with the brutal impact of his body against hers. She tried gripping him with her thighs to slow his onslaught, but he grabbed her right leg with his free hand and pressed it back until her knee touched her ear and her body was twisted like a pretzel beneath him.

Lisa's limber body shook with every punishing blow Larry's cock dealt her. Her head smacked painfully into the bed's ornate wooden headboard. Her body was crushed brutally into the bed with every thrust of Larry's cock.

The dazed blonde couldn't decide which was worse: the pain from the cock-thrashing Larry was giving her or the humiliation of having to kiss the soiled rubber while Larry smeared it over her pouting lips.

Larry angled his body so that he could have full advantage of the way his sexy young wife was twisted. He slicked his way into her cunt at an angle, stretching her inexperienced pussy in ways it had never been stretched before. Finally, she could take no more, and she clawed at his chest with her fingernails.

"Bitch!" Larry bellowed when her nails raked across his chest. "I hope you like the way you fucking looked in that tight little waitress outfit, because you'll be back shaking your ass for tips by the end of the fucking week!"

Lisa paused for an instant, confused as to what she should do next. The pain and humiliation she was feeling screamed out to her to fight back, to try to escape. But all her young life she had dreamed of being rich and respected, better than anyone else. She wavered in her attack, and Larry put a quick end to her rebellion.

She had never suspected Larry was fast enough to twist the rubber shut, drop it to the bed and close his fist around her right wrist in a blur of motion. Lisa had never suspected he was strong enough to grind the bones in her wrist together like a couple of frail twigs. The pain in her arm was so awful that she didn't fight at all when Larry yanked her hand above her head.

The truth of what was happening to her didn't hit until something clanked at the head of the bed and she felt a cuff clamp tightly around her wrist. Then she tried to fight again, but it was far too late. In an instant, Larry had locked her other wrist high above her head.

She was helpless.

"One more chance, bitch!" Larry growled, a cruel smile on his handsome face. "One last chance, because I love you so much. You do everything I tell you, just like I tell you, and maybe I won't throw you out on your ass. Maybe. You understand?"

Tears sparkled in Lisa's blue eyes as she nodded her head. Larry smiled wider at her submission and dug his fingers into the silky skin of her thigh. He pummeled her harder with his cock, making her perfect ass shake and her tanned thighs jiggle. Every fuck-thrust felt like a knifing body blow to the slinky little blonde.

"Here," Larry said as he pounded his cock into Lisa's sleek, bronzed body. He picked up the used rubber and smeared it over her lips. "Open up."

"Oh, Larry! Please no!" Lisa whimpered, keeping her mouth as tightly shut as she could. "This is too much, sweetheart. This is sick!"

"All right then, prick-tease," Larry answered quietly. "I guess you want to leave now. I'll get one of the maid uniforms for you to wear. Don't worry about bringing it back. Consider it a divorce settlement."

"How can you be so cruel?" Lisa wasn't coaxing her tears out now. They were streaming down her pretty face in twin rivers, and her svelte body shook with the force of her crying. "No one's ever treated me like this before!"

"That's the fucking problem," Larry said, still fucking her. "Once I correct it, you're going to be a fine fucking wife."

Slowly, unwillingly, Lisa parted her full, sexy mouth. Larry smiled and dropped the heavy end of the cum-filled rubber between his pretty wife's quivering lips. He rubbed it over her pretty, pink tongue and dripped it into the back of her throat until she gagged and choked. He pulled the polluted rubber up and down, fucking her mouth with it while he fucked her cunt with his big cock.

Larry had never seen anything that turned him on, as much as the look of sickened revulsion he saw on his young wife's beautiful face. Her perfect Nordic features were twisted into a pained expression.

He felt his cum boiling up through his balls and knew he was going to cum at any second. It had been twenty years since he had dropped two cum-loads within a half hour. With Lisa's perfect little body to play with, he didn't think twenty more would pass before he did it again.

"Now suck out the cum," he said, and he drew the rubber out of Lisa's mouth and turned it around in his hands to slip the back between her parted lips. "Close those sexy little lips around this and start sucking."

Lisa made herself think about the party. She had already picked out her dress. It was jet black with hints of red, slinky and yet sophisticated. Filled with her body, she knew that it would be the smash of the party. Every man would want her and every woman would envy her. She thought about what it would be like to be hostess to rich and important people. She thought about anything but what Larry was making her do.

She closed her cupid lips around the end of the rubber and started sucking.

Larry groaned with passion and started letting his jism deep inside her stretched, clasping pussy at the first sight of Lisa slurping his congealing cock cream into her beautiful mouth.

Lisa moaned like a lost soul at the splashing burn of Larry's fiery jism inside her, but she kept sucking at the yummy rubber. The fuck slime there was cool and clotted and tasted like salty, liquefied meat, and Lisa wondered how long the cum Larry was hosing up inside her pussy would keep burning.

She gagged with every sip she took from the jism-soaked rubber. The actual taste was so awful that it made her want to die, and the idea that she was guzzling down a man's cooling cock cream exploded through her dazzled mind like a Fourth of July fireworks display. The knowledge that she was taking jism, not just at one end but also in her mouth and cunt at the same time, was too much for the sensuous young housewife. Her mind blanked as she sucked down the congealing cum. And her body took over.

The shivery waves of excitement she had thought had been in anticipation of the party grew and intensified. Without her wanting it, her hips started humping back and forth, meeting Larry's wild fuck-thrusts. She wriggled and twisted under her husband's pounding body, straining at the chains that held her arms pinned high over her head.

There was a slippery wetness in her cunt that she had never felt there before. Her pussy was moving on its own, and Lisa gasped at the sensations caused by her pussy squirming wetly over Larry's pulsing cock. Pleasure fluttered up through her flat brown stomach, tingles of pleasure reaching all the way to her sun-bronzed tits. She burned at the humiliation of enjoying this shameful abuse, but she couldn't stop what her body was doing.

She sucked at the end of the rubber, draining the cooling, clotted cum out of the half emptied pocket and slurping it into her mouth. She started rolling the slushy fuck-filth around in her mouth, suddenly drawn to the salty, meaty flavor. She swished the slimy jism from one cheek to the other, always sucking in more to keep the taste of jism sharp on her tongue.

"That's it, you self-centered cunt!" Larry rasped, his voice hoarse with pleasure. "Taste that jism! You're going to be eating a steady diet of cum from now on."

Lisa shook with disgust at her husband's words. But that didn't stop her sleek, tanned body from squirming in pleasure at the feel of his cum-spurting cock and the second-hand taste of his jism. She wrapped her free leg around his ass and urged his cock into her pussy harder and faster. Her ass surged up off the bed to meet every hammering fuck-blow, her svelte young body arching up off the mattress in a sexy display of heated flesh. Lisa tried to stop the shameful exhibition, but her body was a traitor, and she could no longer control its movements.

She siphoned the last of the cum out of the rubber and whimpered with disappointment. Larry laughed at her helpless lust and pulled her lips open. Then he stuffed the entire rubber into her month.

"Chew on it, Lisa," he said, his cock barely moving inside her now that the dregs of his second climax were draining away. "Chew up that dirty rubber and swallow it down. See, you can learn a lesson, can't you? You might make a good wife yet."

The fiery passion that had been building inside the gorgeous blonde started cooling as her husband pulled his cock from her cunt. She blushed with a mixture of shame and rage as he laid his slimy cock clean on her flat, silky stomach. She wanted to scream at him, hurt him. She wanted to escape from him, escape the revolting things he had made her do and the impure things he had made her feel.

"Like the taste, Lisa?" Larry asked, watching with delight as his sexy young wife chewed up the polluted rubber. "I hope you liked it, because that was your lunch for today. You want to save room for dinner, don't you?"

Lisa started crying pain as she swallowed the shredded, dirtied rubber. She couldn't understand how things in her life could have changed so quickly. Just moments before, she had Larry wrapped around her little finger. Now she was obeying his every whim, wrapped not around his finger but around the hard thrusting spear of his cock. Lisa had been disgusted by sex her whole life, but somehow, shackled helplessly and forced to perform the most degrading of acts, her body was feeling pleasure.

She trembled, her tanned skin rising in goose flesh as she gulped down the soiled rubber. She had to struggle to keep from throwing up, but her nipples were lust-stiffened spikes and there was a sloppy wetness in her cunt that she had never felt there before. She couldn't quite keep her ass still on the bed. She was disgusted and humiliated, but she was also hot. She couldn't understand what was happening.

"You've been a real bitch for as long as I've known you," Larry said, getting off the bed and walking to his closet. "You've probably been a bitch your whole life. Now I'm going to punish you, pay you back for being such a twat. Not just for me, mind you. I feel as though I'm repaying you for every man and boy you ever cock-teased. I think a riding crop would be a nice place to start, don't you?"

Larry opened his closet in a way that Lisa had never seen before, and when the door slid back it revealed not his shirts and jackets but an anteroom of leather clothing, chains and devices of torture. Lisa screamed before she could control herself, and when Larry made his selection and turned back toward her, she screamed again.

She had the feeling she was going to be screaming for a very long time.