Victoria Halstead absolutely hated fucking. But she knew there was no way out of it tonight. Her husband was already lying naked on the bed, jacking off while he waited for her to come out of the bathroom. It had been over two weeks since she had given her horny husband any pussy, and she realized he could not be put off another night. He was hot as hell.
"Oh, God," she murmured, glancing at her shapely naked body in the full-length mirror while she dried off after her shower. "I never thought marriage would be like this. Why does sex have to be so ugly?"
She hurriedly finished toweling herself, then she used an electric blower to dry her long blonde hair. While she held the hair dryer aloft, the stream of hot air causing her hair to stream out to one side, she studied herself in the mirror.
At twenty-four, she had everything most men considered desirable in a woman. The lush curves of her body seemed very womanly, contrasting interestingly with her pale and satiny complexion, which seemed quite girlish. Her unblemished tits stood out pertly, capped by nipples so intensely pink they looked like ripe strawberries topping the creamy mounds of her tits.
Her pussy looked temptingly like that of a very young girl, with a sparse growth of curly blonde hair framing her delicate-looking pink pussy slot.
Victoria Halstead looked every inch the Irish lass that she was, her pretty face accentuated by emerald-green eyes with long blonde lashes that gave her an innocent, demure appearance.
Turning off the noisy hair dryer, she frowned, reminding herself that she was no longer in Ireland and certainly no longer the happy go lucky lass who had once tripped so merrily through the green pastures of her parents' farm in that far-away land.
No, she was a married woman now. Unhappily married, to be sure, but irreversibly married. She had defied her mother and father by marrying a professional gambler, and now they were living in a luxurious ranch-style home in the suburbs of Las Vegas.
The green hills of home seemed of another time, another place now. With her marriage to Andrew, she had burned all the bridges behind her. But how she loathed that hot barren desert outside. She despised it so much, she hardly ever left the house.
"Vicky! What the hell are you doing in there?"
Her husband's voice from the bedroom startled her. She quickly slipped into a diaphanous blue dressing gown, as if suddenly ashamed of her nakedness even though she was quite alone in the large and elegant bathroom.
"I'll be right out, Andy," she called through the closed door, tying the sash about her slender waist.
A cold shudder went through Victoria as she thought about the big stiff cock that was waiting for her out there.
Why couldn't Andy just play with himself and go to sleep? Why did he have to bother her like this all the time? Surely, he must realize by now more than a year after their marriage that she simply did not enjoy sex. Why did he insist on fucking her all the time? She almost wished he would take a mistress, and relieve her of the awful burden of satisfying his animal needs.
Victoria had been a virgin when she married Andrew, and the gross realities of sex had been quite a shock for her.
Opening the bathroom door, the pretty blonde swallowed hard and padded across the huge, dimly lit bedroom toward the bed. Light from the bathroom behind her revealed the sexy outlines of her naked body beneath the filmy dressing gown as she seemed to drift like a luminous ghost across the carpeted room.
She could see that her husband was still stroking his big stiff prick, the wet cock head glistening in the faint light.
"It's about time." Andy said impatiently. "I thought you'd fallen in or something."
"Don't be crude, darling," she murmured. "You do want me clean, don't you?"
"I've never known you to be unclean," he said. "You're probably the most immaculately clean woman I've ever known."
Victoria stood beside the bed, knowing she could no longer delay the inevitable. Letting her gown slip from her narrow shoulders, she gazed down at her husbands reclining form in the faint illumination.
Andrew was twenty-eight, and he was so incredibly handsome that he never seemed quite real to Victoria. He had neatly fashioned brown hair and pale-blue eyes that sometimes seemed to look into her very soul. He was a man of the world, originally from London, and his suave and debonair demeanor during their courtship had swept the simple Irish farm girl off her feet. But now that she was his, he often times forgot his manners and permitted an underlying coarseness to surface.
"Come on, woman," he said, jacking faster on his stiff cock as he reached for her. "Let's fuck, damn it!"
Victoria cringed as her husband grasped her tiny wrist and pulled her onto the bed roughly. She tumbled onto the rumpled satin sheets and into his strong embrace, feeling the hot hardness of his prick against her soft stomach. He ran his hands down her back and dug his fingers into the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling her against himself as he tried to maneuver his hard-on into the gash of her pussy.
"Oh, Andy!" she whimpered, her cunt muscles resisting his probing prick head. "Must you be so uncivilized about sex?"
"Fucking isn't a civilized activity," he said, biting her neck like a tomcat in heat. "That's what makes it so Goddamned much fun."
"Ungh!" she gasped, her green eyes opening wide as she felt his cock penetrating her resisting pussy. "Dear God! Please, Andy take it easy, honey."
But he didn't take it easy.
He thrust hard, fucking the entire length of his big prick into his wife's hot but dry cunt hole. Her body stiffened in his arms, and she sucked in a deep breath as he fucked in balls-deep.
Andy hated it because Vicky never got wet with anticipation, and he liked to punish her for her coldness by giving her dry pussy a good hard ramming with his massive fucker.
Clinging to her stiffened body with his muscular arms, he started fucking his prick in and out of her cunt rapidly, jolting her and causing her to grunt with each cock-lunge. She wouldn't relax, and he nearly squeezed all the air from her lungs as he fucked her faster and harder punishing her with his prick for not wanting him.
Most women Andrew Halstead had fucked and there had been plenty had practically creamed from excitement before he could even get his prick in them. He was generally considered quite the stud, a highly desirable hunk. And he could never understand why his beautiful wife failed to find him exciting in bed. She had never let him in her panties until after they were married, so he'd had no idea she was frigid until the honeymoon.
At first, it had been an interesting challenge to be met. But now, after a year of marriage and no improvement in her responsiveness, he was out of patience.
"Please, Andy," Vicky gasped, her voice tremulous. "I… I just don't enjoy it this way easy, honey please?"
"You don't enjoy fucking this way, or any other Goddamned way, Vicky," he said, stopping his wild humping.
Abruptly, he pulled his prick from her pussy and clambered up over her, straddling her on his knees as he sat down roughly on her tits. His circumcised cock bobbed lewdly above her face as an expression of horror clouded her pretty features.
"Andy! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, pushing his cunt-smelly prick away with both hands. "Stop it!"
"Shut up, Victoria!" he snarled, knocking her hands away and pinning her arms to the bed with his knees. "You're gonna suck my cock and by damn. I mean it this time!"
"No, Andrew," she said firmly, as if she had the upper hand. "How many times do we have to go through this? No… absolutely not!"
"This is the last time we're going to go through this," he said, rubbing his leaking cock tip against her lips. "You're gonna suck me off this time, Miss Prissy Ass."
"Not," she yelped, quickly turning her head aside. "I'll never put that thing in my mouth I hate that damned thing!"
Andy slapped her across the cheek with his cock, splattering clear pre-cum on her face.
"It's not a thing, you dizzy bitch!" he yelled, twisting her head to bring her lips back in contact with his prick. "It's my cock. And you're my Goddamned wife. Now suck it!"
He jabbed his drooling cock head against her closed lips, hating the way she was glaring up at him in silent defiance. When she refused to cooperate, he slapped her, causing her mouth to fly open. And when her lips parted, he crammed his cock into her mouth so suddenly she couldn't stop him.
"There," Andy said, smiling down at her as she gagged on his prick. "That's not so bad, is it?"
But the young man's mellow mood was quickly dispelled when his pretty wife sank her teeth into his cock, biting hard just behind the flared ridge of the cock head.
Vicky began spitting the instant he yanked his prick from her mouth, trying to rid herself of the vile flavor of her cunt and his cock. She despised the foul odors and flavors of sex, and what he had done made her went to vomit.
"Don't you ever try that again, you bastard!" she shrieked, squirming wildly beneath his weight, unable to free her arms from beneath his knees. Hot tears trickled from her eyes. "But I just don't enjoy sex. Andy… can't enjoy sex!"
Andy stared at her for a moment, then he hung his head, as if in shame.
"You're the only girl I ever loved, really," he admitted, with a quality of boyish shyness in his voice. "And you're the only girl who ever totally rejected me. Maybe I'm the one who's crazy for loving you."
Finding that Andy had released the pressure of his knees on her arms, Vicky pulled one hand free and grasped his limber cock, as if to reassure him.
"I'm not totally rejecting you, Andy," she said nervously, stroking his prick sensuously and causing it to swell again. "I only reject vile perversion. You know how I was brought up back home. Oral sex is perverse… to me, at least. I just can't deal with things I was told all my life are wrong. Understand?"
"No," he said, forcing a wan smile. "I think it's perverse to never get hot. Don't you lever feel the urge to you know just get wild and crazy?"
"You're a very sexy guy, Andy," she admitted, freeing her other hand to caress his muscular chest while she jacked slowly on his hardening prick. "But no, I don't ever feel those wild urges you do. I can't help it, precious. I just don't feel it. And I can't fake it… and I don't think you'd want me to… would you?"
Andy smiled, trying to feign an understanding he didn't have. She was beyond understanding.
"Let me fuck you, Vicky," he whispered, caressing her forehead tenderly with his fingertips. "I'll be gentle. I promise. And I won't ask for anything… perverse. Okay?"
"Of course, darling," she cooed, squeezing his hard-on affectionately.
He slid down and lay atop her prone body, gently nudging his prick into the still-dry gash between her pussy lips.
Vicky felt herself going-tense again, but she was determined to let her husband fuck her. He needed it, and she loved him. It was the least she could do.
Andy pushed downward slowly, parting the puffy lips of her cunt with his advancing cock head. She forced herself to relax as his massive prick fucked into her pussy, and she even reached around and clasped the muscular buns of his ass with both hands, pulling as if wanting more of his cock, although she could hardly endure the deepening penetration. That small bit of encouragement excited him, and he fucked in to the balls, licking hungrily at her tits.
Her hands left his ass and skimmed up his broad back as she gasped with pain, trying to pretend she was gasping in ecstasy. She entangled, her fingers in his thick brown hair, urging him to keep lapping at her tits. He sucked a pink nipple into his mouth, wallowing his face against her firm tit mound while he wallowed his hairy groin against her crotch, churning his long fucker in the hot depths of her pussy.
Victoria hated it.
But she managed to make her involuntary cries of protest sound like cries of depraved pleasure.
Andy started fucking slowly, obviously having a hard time keeping himself from fucking her frantically, the way he wanted to. She appreciated the small kindness, and did the best she could to make it good for him. She loved Andy dearly, and she sometimes hated herself for not being able to be the woman he wanted her to be. But the most she could ever manage was a weak pretense of mild enjoyment.
Her mother had done this to her. She knew that. There had been far too much talk about how sorry and good for nothing men were, and how a decent woman should never permit a man to use her body except for procreation. Victoria knew that was all bull shit, but it had been so much a part of her upbringing that she couldn't unshackle herself now even though she wanted to. She was a frigid woman, and she didn't know how to be otherwise.
Andy's cock was creating a burning friction in Vicky's cunt as he fucked her slowly, but even that hot sensation didn't start the pussy juices flowing for her. Her cunt remained dry and unresponsive, and she was unable to feel any pleasure in the fucking. All she felt was misery and disgust, and the only sense of anticipation she felt was an eagerness for it to be over.
"Try to relax, baby." Andy rasped against her tit. "You're still resisting you're too tense."
"It feels wonderful," she lied, thrusting her hips to meet his rhythmic cock-strokes. "I love it, honey. I really do."
Even she knew she didn't sound convincing. And she could tell by the slight change in his fucking pace that he, too, now just wanted to get it over with.
As Andy began to fuck faster, he ran his tongue up along his wife's slender neck and covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside.
Now that was something Vicky could get into. She adored kissing her handsome husband, and she sucked hotly on his tongue while he fucked his cock deeper and harder into her cunt. While they kissed, she caressed his back and his manly ass with roaming hands, using her cunt muscles to squeeze his prick.
"Oh, Vicky," he panted into her mouth. "I worship you!" He kissed her passionately again. "My precious angel!"
"And I adore you," she moaned, squirming her pussy on his embedded prick. "You beautiful man… fuck me!"
She was able to be convincing by combining the truth with the lie. She did think Andy was a beautiful man but she did not want him fucking her. She just wanted him to kiss her and make her feel loved and wanted. Why couldn't he do that, without cramming that thing up her cunt? But she was no fool. She knew that was too much to expect. He was a man. And he needed to feel a hot pussy clasping his stiff prick.
Suddenly, Andy rolled over, forcing Vicky to roll with him, bringing her, over on top. Before she knew what was happening, he pushed her up into a sitting position astride his loins, keeping her impaled on his upthrust cock.
"Fuck me, baby!" he urged, using his strong hands to make her bounce up and down. "Fuck that hot pussy on my cock… c'mon, honey do it! Fuck!"
Vicky had never fucked in that position. She knew some women did it like that, but she also knew it was a kind of borderline perversion. Somehow, it just seemed terribly improper for a woman to assume the dominant role in sex. That was something only sleazy sluts did. Her mother had told her repeatedly that no decent woman ever assumed a dominant role in sex.
The bewildered blonde at there on her husband's prick, looking confused, and a bit insulted.
"Damn it, woman!" Andy blurted, forcing her to bounce again. "Move that pussy! Fuck up and down get me off this way!"
"No," she said, rising and unplugging his prick from her pussy. "I'm not that sort of girl, Andy. You know that." She stretched out and lay on her back beside him, leaving his unattended cock standing in the air. "If you want to fuck me, let's do it the way civilized people do it. We're not animals, you know."
"The hell we're not!" he shouted, leaping off the bed in a rage. "When two people fuck, they're animals, Vicky… and I'm sick and tired of being nice!"
He grabbed her ankles and yanked her ass to the edge of the bed, quickly moving in between her legs. Before she could protest, he fucked his stiff prick back into her pussy. He was clinging to her satiny thighs and holding her like a wheelbarrow, jerking her entire body to and fro, causing her cunt to slide back and forth on his big fucker.
"Stop it, Andrew!" she demanded, flailing her arms and wincing with the pain of his rough fucking.
"Stop it!" he snapped, yanking her back and forth. "You won't fuck like a real woman so I'm jacking myself off with your Goddamned body… frigid bitch!"
Victoria clawed at the slippery satin sheets, grunting with each forceful plunge of her tight pussy onto her husband's prick.
"Andrew! Have you gone mad?" she screamed. "Why are you treating me like this? Stop it!"
He did stop, for a moment, keeping his cock buried to the balls in her hot tight cunt.
"I'm a passionate man, Victoria," he said, panting from his wild exertion. "But you're a cold, cold woman."
She took advantage of his relaxed hold on her thighs to squirm free, scooting backward on the slippery sheet. Her husband's prick popped from her pussy with lewd noise and slapped against his stomach.
Andrew reacted instantly, grabbing her hair clambering atop her frail body. His tugging on her hair was causing horrid pain in her scalp. The rush of sharp pain distracted her, and before she knew it, he had her arms pinned beneath his knees again, his cock and hairy balls brushing her chin. She wanted to scream, but she knew that if she opened her mouth, it would immediately be stuffed with cock meat.
"Shit," he said in disgust gripping his hard-on. "I may as well beat off and get same relief. I've been jacking off more since we got married than I ever did as a bachelor."
He started pumping his prick, just above her face. His cum-laden balls bounced obscenely against her chin, and she couldn't breathe without inhaling the pungent scent of his crotch.
Victoria reined a bit, secretly glad that he was going to get his rocks off this way. He had shot his cum load an her face once before. It had been an unpleasant experience, but it wasn't as bad as getting fucked. And it was certainly better than the unimaginable horror of ending up with that slimy stuff in her mouth. Anything would be better than that.
Andrew's fist made a slick slurping noise on his cock as pre-cum drooled down his cock lance. And, while that hand flew up and down on his prick, he reached back with the other hand and finger-fucked his wife's tight cunt hole. He grimaced at the discovery that her pussy was still dry inside, the barely moist cuntal walls gripping at his finger as he fucked it in and out. His knees continued to hold her securely in place while he jacked off over her face.
She cringed as the curly hairs on his ball sac tickled her chin and lips. But she kept her eyes open, looking up at the way his tongue was lolling out of his mouth as he beat his meat. She knew that was sure sign he was about to cum. She had driven him to jacking off many times, and she knew the whole routine. It was boring predictable.
Still, Victoria did get some pleasure out of watching her handsome husband jack off. She thought he was a gorgeous specimen of manhood, and she liked the way all the muscles in his sleek body became so prominent when he was about to climax.
Andrew's fist became a blur as he pumped his prick faster, and his finger clawed at the raw interior of Victoria's pussy as his orgasm neared. She saw his squared pectorals expand, his abdominal muscles ridge dramatically and his brawny arms bulge with masculine power then she shut her eyes as the first jet of creamy jism burst forth from the tip of his glossy cock head.
In the next instant, Victoria felt her husband's warm cum splattering all over her face. She flinched at the lewd sensation and groaned with tightly closed lips, not wanting any of the vile stuff to get into her mouth.
It was making her sick, but she lay there passively and let Andrew shoot his cum load all over her face. She felt the warm, slimy gobs of cum running down both sides of her face, and then another creamy comet of cum spattered right on one of her closed eyelids, pooling there in that depression and causing her to clench her eyes even more tightly shut.
As he pounded his prick noisily, spurting out the dregs of his pent-up cum load, she could feel his furry balls brushing her chin more slowly.
Finally, he stopped jacking off and sat back on her chest, flattening her tits under his ass, his balls settling into her cleavage. She felt his limp prick plop down wetly against her breastbone as he pulled that aggravating finger out of her cunt.
Victoria cautiously opened the eye that wasn't covered with cock cream, peering up at her husband. His head was drooping, and his chest was heaving as he panted in the aftermath of his much-needed climax. He was smiling down at her in a peculiar, almost shy way.
"Are you entirely finished?" she asked coldly.
He nodded, crawling off her and flopping onto his back beside her.
"God," she sighed, sitting up and feeling his cum running down her neck and onto her tits. "What an abominable mess you've made, Andrew. I hope you're happy now."
"Don't worry," he said quietly, without looking at her. "It'll all come out in the wash."
"But the ugly memory lingers," she said. She slid from the bed and stood. "I can't shower that away."
Andrew propped himself up on one elbow.
"My bonny lass," he said, "you don't know anything bout ugliness, yet."
"What do you mean… yet?"
"Nothing," he said, rolling over onto his side and curling up to go to sleep. "Nothing at all, my dear."