On her way to Mark's house, Gina had almost worked herself into a frenzy. She had thought about Tony ever since leaving the construction site, trying to sort out her feelings.
She certainly didn't love the man – that was silly. Yet, it was something more than sexual attraction. It was as if he had something that she needed to make her personality complete.
While she was thinking about him every moment, he probably hadn't given her a second thought. What do construction workers do when they get off work?
They probably all meet somewhere and have a few beers, then pick up a woman and.
Was Tony with some girl now? she wondered. This very minute? Was she struggling beneath his huge, hulking frame, getting her pussy fucked to shreds?
He probably had her hands held to her sides to keep her from clawing his chest. He had found her walking down a street, perhaps. He had invited her for a drink, then threw her to the floor. He had torn her clothes away and had stabbed that massive cock inside her cunt with one stroke.
Gina could almost hear the girl's tortured scream, hear her beg for him to stop… then have him fuck her harder. Yes, he would fuck her, make her remember his hard body, his sweaty smell for the rest of her life.
If the girl was idiotic enough not to actually crave his fucking, he would tie her up. She could almost feel the ropes cut into the girl's flesh, tearing, twisting. Her mouth was wide with terror, her eyes glazed from the plunging of his cock.
She almost drove off the road because her pussy began twitching wildly. It was luck that she was so close to Mark's house. Otherwise, she felt she might have grabbed the first man she saw and…
Only God knows what!
A few moments later, she parked her car in Mark's driveway and quickly raced across the lawn, as if every second counted.
Inside his house, she hardly gave him time to close the door. She was in his arms, her mouth on his.
"Fuck me… fuck me now!" she said, her words a gasp.
"Jesus… you are hot, aren't you?" Mark grinned. "Don't you want something to drink first?"
"Not unless it's some more of your hot, creamy cum," Gina said, feeling her excitement rise dramatically.
"Christ, then let's get into the bedroom," Mark said, leading her from the living room.
Gina began shedding her clothes as they walked, and when she was fully naked, she began tugging on Mark's trousers. It was almost as if she'd lost all control over her emotions. Nothing seemed to matter – not even her good name – except having a rough male body next to hers.
She pulled him down on the bed and squirmed against his muscular form. When flesh touched flesh, she felt her pussy constrict, sending a delicate stream of cunt juice into her red-gold hairs.
"Fuck me," she gasped into his mouth. "God, I want your big, meaty cock pounding the hell out of me."
Mark gave her a rather frightened look. He'd never seen her act so strangely. From a cool, career woman to a wild-cat was just too radical a change in one day!
"Hey, baby, hang on," he said. "We have all night. No use rushing things."
Gina didn't think she had another moment. If she didn't get his cock inside her pussy, she was going to go crazy. She flipped him on his back and straddled his middle.
"Cock!" she screamed out, guiding the tip of his prick into her smoldering pussy. As his cock slipped deep inside her cunt, she felt a wave of climaxing juice burn around her clit. "Godddddd… cock!" she shrieked, clawing at his chest.
Fortunately for Mark, her orgasm was over almost as quickly as it started. She relaxed, becoming more human, and less an animal.
"Let's just take it easy, baby," he said, reaching for her tits. "I like to make love, not war."
For some reason Gina felt like slapping him. Couldn't he understand her needs? Why couldn't he be like Tony, and know what she wanted.
"Fuck me," she said, trying to calm down.
"Let's fuck fast and hard. Then we'll do it your way, OK?"
"OK," Mark said, giving her a long look. "But remember, I'm an accountant, not a construction worker. I can't fuck like a cat on a fence."
If she hadn't had such a burning desire for cock – any cock – she would have left right then. Instead, she got control of her emotions and began a slow, steady assault on his prick.
"Now that's the way to do it, baby," Mark said. He nuzzled his face between her tits. "Just… a slow fuck like this…"
"Suck my tits," Gina whispered, moving her hands over his wide, muscular shoulders. "Chew on my tits… please…"
When she felt his sharp teeth sink into the yielding flesh of her tits, a shiver of ecstasy ran up her spine. She moved her hands to her back and touched her fingernails together.
"Ohhhhhh," she gasped, wondering what it would be like to have her hands tied.
"Fuck… fuck me…"
While he thrust his cock in and out of her burning, constricted cunt, Mark moved his hands down her sides and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs. Slowly, he began moving her cunt up and down on his prick to match his rhythm.
"Take it, baby," he gurgled, sliding his tongue over the firm texture of her upturned nipples. "Screw my cock all the way in your pussy."
Gina wondered how much more of this torture she could stand. As always, the itch in her cunt was becoming so demanding it hurt. She wanted only to feel the slippery sensation of cockmeat thrusting into her cunt, but the hard pressure.
"Put your hands around my neck," she whispered. "Squeeze me, Mark… please."
The man did as she asked, but he was so gentle, it seemed to make matters worse. It was like tasting a delicious food, only to have your throat blocked. She began squirming and twisting.
"Choke me… make it hurt," she begged. "Fuck me… take me, God, please!"
It was obvious that Mark had no intention of pleasing her hunger. Perhaps it was because he was such a huge, hulking man – afraid of hurting her.
"I'm close, baby," he said suddenly, dropping his hands to his sides and grasping the sheets. "You… you ready for some hot cum?"
Gina was ready for anything, except what was happening. She began bouncing and writhing like she was on fire, her fingers clawing at her back. Her climax was so close, so deliciously ripe, yet it seemed to be held back by some invisible barrier.
"Goddddd!" she gasped. "I… I can't stand it!"
"Now," Mark grunted, heaving his body upward, planting the first glob of cum inside her pussy. "Fuck my cock now, baby!"
When Gina felt the scalding, bubbling cum burst into her pussy, the pressure inside her cunt became almost unbearable. Her own climax seemed to be never reaching fulfillment, yet never going away.
"Nooooo!" she screamed, thinking her cunt would explode from the agony.
"Take it all, Gina," Mark growled, plunging in the last of his cum. He held his prick inside her cunt for a few long moments, then slowly relaxed. "Ahhhhh… that was the best ever," he moaned, falling back.
Gina was exhausted, but, not so exhausted that she didn't feel a sense of frustration and anger. She exhaled loudly and got off his prick and lay on her side.
"How about that drink now?" Mark said, giving her a smile. "You into that?"
"No," Gina said slowly, "I… I think we should talk."
"About what?" he asked innocently.
"Why can't you fuck… my way?" she asked.
"What do you mean?" Mark asked, frowning. "You want me to… choke you?"
"Well, yes, I did," Gina admitted, although without the heat of passion her request did sound a little foolish.
"Look, Gina, I'm just not that kind of person," Mark said patiently, as if she were a slightly backward child. "I believe that a man and woman should make love, like I said. We don't have to humiliate each other and stuff like that."
"I see," Gina said, her tone conveying that she obviously didn't see at all.
"If you're into ropes and whips and leather boots and all that, you'll just have to find someone else," Mark continued. He then gave her a rather stunned look. "You aren't into ropes, are you?" he asked.
"I… I could be," Gina admitted. She then flushed with anger. "Well, it's not like I'm asking for the world," she snapped. "Couldn't we just try it my way?" she asked reasonably.
"And why can't we try it my way?" Mark countered.
It was an obvious standoff, and they both realized it. They looked at each other for a long while, then averted their eyes.
"I guess I'd better go," Gina said, her voice sad.
"Don't, please," Mark said. "We can work this out. I'm sure we can."
"Perhaps, but not now, not tonight," Gina said, getting off the bed.
She dressed in silence, then gave him a light kiss before she went to the door. Mark was looking confused and a little guilty, wandering around the living room as if didn't live there.
"You have to understand," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I… I'm just a straight arrow, I can't help it."
"And I thought I was, too," Gina said, her hand on the doorknob. "Well, I'll see you Monday at work," she said, opening the door.
After she'd gone, Mark sat down on the couch and tried to sort out his feelings. Christ, he'd been in love with Gina since he'd first seen her a couple of years before. And, it was only this week he'd managed to get her in bed. She seemed so sweet, so… well, almost virginal. That was the woman he'd fallen in love with. Not this, this… wildcat.
What if he couldn't do as she asked? Was he to blame? He'd always done what was right. He'd graduated from high school, finished college just four years later, taken his CPA two years after that and started his business. He'd gone completely by the book. Next, was marriage. Couldn't Gina understand that?
Sure, sex was meant to be fun, but wasn't the real purpose to have children?
Oh well, he'd work on her. She'd see his point of view and thank him for it. After all, they weren't kids anymore.
Outside, Gina was feeling alone and depressed. Why couldn't Mark see her point of view? Can't people change if they want to? Christ, can't they do something just for the fun of it?
Hell, she'd lived her whole life by the book, and until she'd seen that construction worker they called Tony, she'd been miserable.
Couldn't Mark realize that sex wasn't just for having children? That it was meant for fun? And, neither of them were getting any younger. They weren't kids anymore.
Oh well, she'd work on him. He'd see her point of view and thank her for it.
Until then, however, she had to have time to think, explore her own feelings. She started the car and headed toward Cooper Street.