Howard was waiting for me when I got home. Two things were obvious right from the beginning: one, that he was drunk and two, that he was mad.
I didn't want to be bothered with any of it. I was tired, frazzled, and not the least bit interested in anything he had to say or do.
"Carol." His voice was stern.
"I'm going to bed, honey," I said, trying to be nice so as to avoid a fight. For a moment I thought it worked, because he allowed me to go upstairs to the bedroom without saying anything else.
Unfortunately, I was wrong.
He followed me up the stairs and, as I was undressing for bed, walked into the room and closed the door behind him.
"You look tired, Carol."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Look, I'll tell you tomorrow. It was my first day on the job and I'm pooped. You can understand that, can't you?"
I looked up into his eyes, trying to look as sweet and innocent as possible. It didn't fool him.
"You've been fucking your cunt off all day," he stated, his voice grating like two rocks being rubbed together.
"Oh, Howard. Really!"
"Sit down and shut up."
I looked at him, and was surprised and a little bit concerned to note the look of intensity on his face. He was really hot.
Oh shit.
"I know what your job is, Carol. You're nothing but a fucking whore for doing it."
I didn't say anything. "Aren't you going to say something?"
"I'm tired."
"I'll bet you are. Let me see your cunt."
"Howard!"
"Let me see it!"
He raised his hand as if he were about to hit me. After looking at him for a moment, I determined that he wasn't kidding.
I pulled down my panties. "Now spread your fucking legs."
"Jesus, Howard."
"Do it!" I did it.
He grabbed me roughly, spreading my legs even wider, then pulling apart my pussy lips. When he was finished, he looked inside me for a second, then jammed two fingers into my cunt.
"Owwwww!" I wailed. "Hurts, huh? How's that?"
He jammed another finger into me. This time I didn't cry out; obviously that was what he wanted to hear, so it wouldn't do me a bit of good to do it.
"How many, Carol?"
"How many what?"
"How many cocks have been in there today?"
"Fuck you."
He slapped me. Hard. Harder than he ever had before. I felt hot tears rush into my eyes, but I held them back. It would do no good to break down now; none at all. He would love it if I did, and then things would only get worse.
But they got worse anyway.
"You listen to me, Carol, and listen good. I've taken your shit just about as long as I'm going to. Do you understand? Now tell me! How many men did you fuck today."
"You're a bastard."
"Answer me."
"One."
"Stop lying."
"It's the truth. Just one."
"Well," Howard grinned lewdly, "he must have had quite a cock to mess up your cunt this badly. Quite a cock indeed."
"He did."
I shouldn't have said it. I knew, almost before the words had shot out of my mouth, that it was a mistake. But it was too late.
He lunged at me and turned me over on my stomach. Then he slapped me hard across the ass. I could feel my white cheeks turning red, and I knew that he was only getting warmed up.
I clenched my teeth and waited.
Nothing happened.
Hesitantly I glanced around, only to see him taking off all his clothes behind me. Oh no, I thought, he's not going to fuck me.
He didn't fuck me. At least not in my cunt.
"Don't worry, Carol dear. I won't fuck your cunt. I don't want to hurt your tender little pussy."
I waited.
"But I sure hope your ass is ready for me."
Oh shit.
A moment later I felt his cock pressing against my tight asshole. My whole body and mind rebelled against what he was doing. I'd never had it in the ass before, and I didn't want to start now; now with Howard, at any rate.
What I wanted didn't matter. Still, I could try.
"Howard?"
"Shut up."
"Please, Howard. Listen to me."
He paused. I decided to forge ahead. First I turned around, half expecting him to belt me across the side of the face.
But he didn't.
When I was facing him, lying on my back on the bed, I spoke again.
"You don't really want to do that to me, do you?"
"Listen, bitch. I don't really want to do anything to you, but I do sure as hell want to teach you a lesson."
I stared at him.
"I'll do anything, Howard. Anything at all. Whatever you want me to do. Now is that really what you want? Just to ram your cock up my ass?"
I could tell he was wavering. I had to press my advantage now or I would lose it. Desperately I tried to think of what he might get off on; what was his favorite fantasy?
He was too dumb to have one.
Still, there had to be something.
"Look, Howard," I whispered, taking both my hands and separating the tender lips of my cunt. It was sore, but as long as I was gentle it was all right.
He held still, his big cock jutting out in front of his body, his hands on his hips.
I began to finger myself, lightly at first, my right forefinger flicking gently across my already inflamed clit.
"You're a slut."
"But you love it, don't you Howard. How many other women do you know who'd do this for their husband? Margie? Sandra? Come on, Howard, think about it. You're lucky."
His eyes were glued to my cunt, watching every move my finger made. Up until now I hadn't inserted it all the way into me, but at precisely the right moment I jammed it in, forcing myself not to show how much it hurt.
"You're still a slut," he repeated, but there was less conviction in his voice this time.
I began to plunge my finger in and out of my cunt, driving it deep into the tender flesh, grinding and shoving against it. My body, still alive from my experiences earlier in the day, began to shudder and, amazingly, I felt the fiat tremors that I knew would lead to orgasm.
His eyes still on my parting cunt, Howard reached down and began to fondle his hard cock.
I had him going the way I wanted him.
In and out my finger plunged, and with each thrust I spread my legs wider, making more of my cunt visible to him.
He loved it.
A broad smile spread across his face as he began jerking his hand up and down his cock in earnest.
I closed my eyes. Deep within me I could feel the churning, foaming sensations that would lead me to yet another explosion. It was hard to believe that I had anything left in me, but as I jammed a second finger into my cunt, I knew that I was going to make it over the top.
"You like it, Howard?"
He grunted something unintelligible, but which nevertheless made it clear that he was enjoying himself.
Then I made my big mistake.
I came.
I don't know why it should have set him off, but it did. As soon as I groaned aloud, my back arching beneath me, my juice-covered finger emerging from my aunt, he forgot about being satisfied with what I was doing and wont back to being an unbearable bastard.
"Slut!"
"What?"
"Goddammit!"
He grabbed me and spun me around so that once again my white, fleshy ass was high in the air right in front of his cock.
I had failed. He was going to ass fuck me anyway, whether I liked it or not.
Bracing myself, I waited.
"Here it comes, bitch. You better be ready for me."
"Sure."
His cockhead touched my asshole. I held my breath, desperately trying to relax the muscles that were holding my asshole tightly shut. It didn't do any good.
He didn't care.
Slowly, relentlessly, he began to push forward, driving the bulbous had of his cock into my tight asshole.
"Ohhhhhh…" I groaned, not sure whether the sound I made was one of pain or pleasure.
He kept shoving.
Slowly his cock uttered me, and as it got farther in I found that I was better able to relax the muscles of my ass. In fact, by the time he was a quarter of the way in I found that the sensation wasn't unpleasant at all.
But he was, after all, only a quarter of the way into me.
He paused.
"Like it so far, slut?" I nodded.
"Say something, slut. Tell me about it."
"It feels… good."
"That all."
"Tight… good."
He pushed again. I tiled not to make any mound, but I just couldn't help myself.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"You like it, eh? There's more, baby, lots more. We'll see if you can take it all."
I clamped my teeth together. The tight muscles inside my ass were clamping down like a vise on his cock; it seemed like there was no way in the would that he would be able to force his cock any further into me.
But he did.
Bit by bit he shoved, stopping occasionally to let my body adjust to his presence inside me. It felt like his cock was somewhere in my stomach, so far up my ass had he gone. And yet, when I was able to relax for a moment, I found that the sensation was not as unpleasant as I had thought.
With effort, I managed to relax every muscle in my body.
His cock slipped in further.
"That's it, slut. It's all the way in. How does it feel?"
I didn't say anything, but took a breath for the first time in about a century.
"I said how does it feel?"
When I didn't say anything he slapped me, and the force of his blow caused my ass to move slightly to the left.
"Aaaaggghhh!"
His cock felt like it was going to kill me. I decided I had better go along with him if for no other reason than to protect myself. As long as his cock didn't move from side to side too much inside me, it seemed like it might not hurt so much, but when it did move sideways, it felt like it was going to kill me.
"It feels good," I gasped.
"How good?"
"The best."
Howard laughed. He knew I was lying through my teeth, but he didn't care. All he wanted to hear was my voice telling him what he wanted.
All right, then that would be exactly what I would give him.
"Come on, Howard. It feels good. Real good. But move it in and out a little; just a little. That's it, oh yeah, baby, that's it!"
He responded by doing as I told him, rocking back and forth so that his cock moved ever so slightly inside my ass.
It actually felt good.
I could feel his thick meat pressing through the walls of my ass to the sensitive areas inside my cunt.
"Come on, Howard. A little bit harder now. Just a little… ohhhhhhh yeah… not too much. That's it!"
His cock was moving in and out of me now, sliding several inches with each stroke. I could still feel how tightly my ass muscles were squeezing him, and I knew that he couldn't last very long.
Just a little while longer…
Then, finally, it happened.
His cock suddenly froze in my ass. I could feel it suddenly swell up, growing huge within me, and then it contracted.
"Uuuuuhhhhh!"
I felt the hot cum as it shot out of his prick and into my pussy.
I smiled to myself.
"Yeah, Howard baby, that's good. Oh yeah, you're so good. So goood!"
He ate it up.
When he was finished he pulled his shrinking cock out of my cunt and left the room. For a long time I lay still, waiting to see if he was going to come back immediately.
No, I was alone.
Good.
I crawled beneath the covers and lay there, trying to figure out how I felt about everything that had been happening. So much had occurred in the past thirty-six hours that I was becoming more than a little confused. It was time to sort things out.
First of all, I definitely liked my job. If the rest of the men was anything at all like Jeremy, there no way in the world I was going to quit it.
Secondly, I liked Jocelyn. She we a great girl, and I knew that we were going to become friends.
Third, Howard was becoming, both literally and figuratively, a pain in the ass. I was beginning to wonder how I had ever married him in the first place. Almost everything about him was beginning to turn me off, starting with his general outlook on life and ending with the way he we treating me in bed.
But he made lots of money.
I hated to be so crude, but in my present situation that counted for a lot. How could I continue to live this way if I left him?
There had to be an answer to my problem mine when. I would have to come up with it.