“You’re kidding!” Jim shouted, gazing at her with disbelief. “Larry Campbell and that waitress you work with? How did you find out about that?”
“I… I went over to her apartment after work,” Dawn explained. “She left her makeup case and I wanted to take it back to her. When she didn’t answer the doorbell, I walked around to the back of the apartment and I saw them. The bedroom drapes weren’t pulled and I, recognized Larry from the company parties.”
Jim weaved a little as he walked over to her. She hadn’t realized that he was this drunk. “Are you sure that’s how it happened?” he asked, staring at her in a very strange way.
“Y… Yes!” Dawn answered, beginning to feel a little nervous. She hadn’t even thought that Jim might not believe her. He was looking at her so strangely that she felt a chill run up and down her spine.
“Of course that’s how it happened,” she said emphatically. “Remember how all the women used to talk about Larry at parties. They said that he ran around on his wife. Don’t you remember that, honey?” "Yeah,” Jim muttered. “I remember that all right. I also remember the party we went to when you danced with him all night. I think you’re lying, Dawn. I don’t think you saw Larry Campbell and that friend of yours at all. At least I’m pretty sure you weren’t outside, peeking in the window. The way you’ve been after me to fuck you for the last week, I think you were probably in there with them!”
“Don’t… don’t be ridiculous!” Dawn retorted. She was beginning to wish that she had waited until morning to tell Larry. He was really acting funny. He’d never accused her of anything like that before.
“Jim…“ Dawn pleaded. “You’re drunk and you’re being silly I… I don’t even know Larry Campbell that well.”
“I may be drunk but I remember that company party,” Jim insisted. His face was getting red and he looked like he was mad enough to explode. “Now that I think of it, you acted kind of funny that night. You were letting him hold you pretty close when you danced.”
Suddenly Jim began to smile in a strange Sort of way. “I get it now,” he accused. “You’ve been having an affair with Larry Campbell all along. That’s probably why he laid me off. He wanted to get me out of the picture so you could go right down to the office and fuck with him.”
Dawn’s mouth dropped open. She just couldn’t believe that Jim would say anything like that to her. She certainly hadn’t had anything to do with Larry Campbell. She knew better than to mess around with Jim’s boss! “Don’t look so surprised,” Jim snapped. “You put it over on me for a while but I’m beginning to catch on now. You’re nothing but a whore!”
Dawn couldn’t control herself. She knew it would make Jim even more angry, but she burst out laughing. The whole thing was so ridiculous that it was like a huge joke. She just didn’t see how Jim could be serious about it. It was absolutely ridiculous. She didn’t see how he could suspect her of having an affair with Larry Campbell and being responsible for him getting laid off. It was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“Shut up!” Jim shouted. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face. “I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before,” he yelled. “I should have known.
You’re nothing but a little slut. I bet he wanted you to go back to work too.
That would give you an excuse for getting out of the house at night. You probably didn’t go to work at all. I’ll bet you went to a motel with him and now you’re giving me that other ridiculous story to throw me off the track.”
Dawn whirled around. She didn’t have to listen to this. She didn’t know where she was going, but she was going to leave. He was impossible. He was drunk and being off work had done something to his head.
Jim grabbed her shoulders and held her roughly.
“That’s why you were sitting out in the living room the other night, playing with your pussy. You were probably all by yourself so you could think about him when you came.”
Dawn turned white. She didn’t know that Jim had seen her play with her pussy.
She blushed furiously, alternating between dead white and bright red. She knew her face must look like a flashing neon sign but she was so embarrassed she wanted to sink right through the floor. How could she ever explain that? “Come here, slut!” Jim shouted, grabbing the front of her dress. “I’m gonna give you what you deserve. I’m gonna fuck you the way you’ve been asking for.”
Dawn shivered. She was afraid of the tone in his voice. He’d never acted like this before. He was holding her so hard that his fingers dug into the tender flesh of her arms.
“Don’t, Jim,” she pleaded. “You’re hurting me! Cut it out!”
Jim laughed again. He sounded like he was completely mad. “This is nothing yet,” he said in a low, menacing tone. “When I get through with you, you won’t be able to meet your lover. You’re gonna have a bruise over every inch of your body.”
Dawn shuddered. She didn’t know what to do. The more she tried to twist away, the harder he held her. She knew that there were going to be bruises on her arms. She could feel his fingers digging into her smooth, tender flesh.
Jim grabbed the neckline of her dress. Then he ripped it down until it hung in a tattered shred. He grabbed her titties and squeezed painfully, not even listening to her frightened scream.
Dawn was so shocked she couldn’t do anything. She just screamed as he tore her clothes off, piece by piece, squeezing the tender places of her body and making her head whirl in pain.
“Slut!” he shouted, slapping her face again and again. “You rotten bitchy slut!
I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk. That’s all you’re good for. You’re just a rotten slut!”
Dawn was crying so hard she couldn’t think. Jim was panting and she smelled liquor on his breath. All the drinking he’d done had made him crazy. If only she’d know ahead of time. She knew that he was acting strange, even before she said anything about Larry Campbell. Now she wished with all her heart, that she hadn’t told him what she’d seen last night. It had only set him off. Now nothing would stop him. It didn’t seem to make any difference to him that she was crying. He wanted to hurt her. She almost passed out as she thought of all the awful things he could do to her. Her only hope was to be passive and run the first time he relaxed his guard. If she could get into the bathroom, she could lock the door. There was a phone in there. If she had to, she’d even call the police. Jim looked mad enough to kill her for no reason at all.
“Bitch!” Jim shouted. He brought his hand down hard on her pussy. Dawn felt a blinding flash of pain and she passed out cold.
When she came to, she felt Jim on top of her. He was pushing his prick in and out of her sore pussy. She didn’t open her eyes. Maybe he would think that she was still unconscious. Then, when he was finished, she could get up and run.
Jim’s cock pounded back and forth in her pussy. Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Her asscheeks scraped against the rug and they felt so sore that she knew he’d spanked her or something.
“Rotten bitch!” Jim groaned. He drove his cock into her sore pussy just like he was trying to drive it straight through her body. Dawn felt a well of hatred rise up inside her. She hated Jim so much that she almost reached up and clawed with her hands. Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him with all the hatred in her eyes.
“What’s the matter?” Jim yelled. “Isn’t this what you want, you little bitch?
All you ever think about is cock. I know that. Well, this time, I’m really gonna give it to you good. I’m not gonna stop until your pussy’s worn raw?"
Dawn shivered. She had no doubt that what he said was true. Jim acted like he could go on tearing into her pussy forever. His cock was as hard as a fencepost and she could feel it slipping through the hot tissues of her tender pussy, making them burn with soreness.
Suddenly Dawn shivered again. Something was happening to her. Even though she hated it, her hot pussy was beginning to twitch and cream helplessly. She shivered again and a low groan escaped her lips. She didn’t want to, but she was getting turned on by Jim’s rough treatment of her. Maybe it was the hard strokes that he was making, driving deeply in her pussy. Maybe it was because she had been hot anyway, thinking about Larry and Tanya. Whatever it was, her body was betraying her. She didn’t want to give Jim the satisfaction of knowing that he was getting to her, but her horny pussy just wouldn’t stop creaming and twitching…
“I can tell you like it, you hot slut!” Jim Shouted. “Your pussy’s sucking at my cock. You like it, don’t you bitch?”
Jim brought his hand up and squeezed Dawn’s asscheeks until she thought she was going to scream with the pain. There was nothing to do but to agree with him.
She knew he wouldn’t stop until she admitted it.
“Yes,” she moaned. Tears started to run down her cheeks and she felt terribly ashamed. She Shouldn’t be acting this way. What Jim was doing was to practically rape her and she shouldn’t like it. That was awful!
Jim reached up and squeezed the painfully swelling globes of her breasts. “Slut … slut…” he yelled, squeezing her titties hard with every word. “You’d do anything to get a cock, wouldn’t you? You’d even fuck my boss and get me laid off just so you could get your pussy filled. Does he do it better than I do?
Has he got a bigger cock than me?”
Dawn groaned. She knew it would make no difference what she said. Jim wasn’t even listening to her. He was too busy slamming into her hot pussy and squeezing her titties. He wouldn’t believe her if she denied it anyway. It was useless to try to convince him that she’d never fucked with Larry Campbell.
He’d just accuse her of lying and get madder still.
“Please…” she moaned. “Please, Jim… stop!”
Jim laughed loudly. “Why should I stop?” he asked thickly. “You like your hot pussy fucked. I can feel it. Your pussy’s squeezing and creaming all over the place. You can’t lie to me, you rotten bitch! You love it!”
Suddenly Jim pulled his cock out of her snapping pussy. It was coated with pussycream. “See? he said pointing down at his prick. “Look at all that hot cream. I can tell you’re hot, you slut! Now you can suck it for me. God damn! I won’t come in your filthy fucking pussy. Not when Larry Campbell’s been poking around in there. Suck it, you bitch. Take my load down your stinking throat!
Suck it, damn you!”
Dawn fell back against the floor. She could see Jim’s big cock waving in front of her face. She damped her lips together in defiance. She’d be damned if she would to it. She wasn’t going to suck his prick. He could just go find someone else to do it.
“I bet you don’t say no when Larry Campbell asks you to suck his prick!” Jim shouted. “If this was Larry Campbell’s prick I bet your rotten throat would be wide open.”
Dawn yelped as she felt Jim’s hands on her face. He pried her jaws apart and slammed his big prick right into her throat. “If you bite me, I’ll kill you!” he hollered. “Suck it off, cunt! Suck my prick until it shoots down your throat!”
Dawn shuddered. Even though she didn’t want to do it, she felt her lips fasten around his sock and her mouth started sucking. She couldn’t help it. His prick filled up her hungry throat and it felt good. She didn’t even mind the taste of her own pussycream on it.
“That’s right, bitch,” Jim moaned. “Suck the cum right outa my balls. Suck it just as good as you suck his. I want to see what a good little cocksucker you are. You must be pretty good to be running around with Larry Campbell.”
Dawn wanted to bite his cock but she was afraid to do it. There was no telling what he’d do. She bad never seen him so drunk or so mad. His cock was jamming down her throat and she had trouble keeping from gagging. She groaned as her horny pussy twitched and spasmed. This was no time to be betrayed by her body.
She had to keep her wits about her or Jim might really hurt her seriously.
Dawn shuddered. She might just as well give Jim a good blow job. Maybe, if she blew him good enough, he’d cum and go to sleep. Then she could sneak out to the car and drive away. She didn’t exactly know where she’d go but she’d find somewhere. Maybe she could go over to Tanya’s, Tanya was a friend. She could tell Tanya what happened.
“Aaaah,” Jim moaned. He seemed to be calming down a little now that her lips and tongue were working on his cock. He wasn’t holding her titties quite so tightly anyway. “Suck it good, baby,” he muttered. “Suck it until I tell you to stop.”
Dawn sucked until her mouth was aching. It seemed like he was never going to come. Then right before she thought her lips would fall off they were so numb, his cock finally began to jerk and lurch in her throat.
“Suck it!” Jim yelled. “You wouldn’t get tired sucking Larry Campbell’s cock.
Suck it good or I’ll make you do it all night!”
Dawn drew in deeply on his cock. It jerked once violently and then it started to gush down her throat in hot, steamy torrents, almost gagging her. Her pussy twitched convulsively and she wiggled her hips trying to rub them against his body.
“Hold still, you bitch!” he shouted. “You’ve already had your fun tonight.
You’re not going to get your rotten pussy off with me too.”
Dawn groaned. She felt the last squirt of cum slide down her throat and then his cock started to soften in her throat. She let out a little cry of disappointment. Even though she had tried to cool the fire in her pussy, she hadn’t been able to do it. She was still hornier than hell and she knew that Jim wasn’t going to do anything about it.
Jim got unsteadily to his feet. “God damn!” he cursed. “I’m getting out of here. I don’t wanta sleep in the same bed with a slut like you!”
She heard him find his car keys and open the front door. “Finger-fuck your rotten pussy and think of him!” he shouted as he slammed the door behind him.
Dawn dropped back to the floor with a sob. That was probably exactly what she’d end up doing. She had to do something to relieve the itch in her hot cunt. Then she’d get some sleep and think about it in the morning. The way Jim had acted, she knew he wouldn’t be back home tonight. Maybe Tanya could help her or maybe even Rick. She would tell them about it. They’d figure out something.
Dawn’s fingers whirled over her wet pussy. Sharp jolting thrills shot through her pussy. She plunged her fingers into the wet, searing mouth of her pussy and thought about Larry Campbell. Maybe she should do what Jim had accused her of doing. Larry was awfully attractive. Maybe she should get into a three-way scene with him and Tanya. It would serve Jim right. Maybe he wouldn’t be so quick to wrongly accuse her if she made his accusations come true. She had to talk to Tanya about that too.
Dawn’s pussy snapped and sucked at her flying fingers. She stuck her finger in her asshole and the sweet, remembered waves, of pleasure rippled through her body. “I’ll fix that bastard,” she moaned as her pussy spasmed and came. “I’ll fix that bastard good!”