Fred sighed, smiling wryly as he turned to pace the length of the redwood deck, ambling toward the sunken hot tub at the far end and the cloud of sultry steam rising silently above.
Poor fat, stupid Vicky and her slithering virgin twat could not tell love and the heat of flaming passion from raging frustration and the blaze of vengeful lust. She thought Fred loved her madly and begged him to marry her when he had finally stripped the tape off her puffed lips. She was still shivering in the joyous afterglow of her searing climax.
That got Fred his first job at her father's plant. Some job! They gave him a big office with a fancy title painted on the door, but he was only a fucking errand boy. The rest, Fred did all on his own. He kicked and clawed his way up as brutally as he had mauled Vicky's huge tits and raped her cunt.
Street-wise and cunning tempered like steel by what he'd learned twisting arms and breaking legs in dark alleys near the dock Fred soon found he had a good mind for business. The corporate world had carpet on the floor, but it was still a fucking jungle. Dog eat dog… and the meanest dog always came out on top.
The only difference was that Vicky's father and his brethren played by different rules. They worked with phony mergers and crooked stock deals instead of blackjacks and brass knuckles. Beady eyed lawyers were their enforcers vicious as weasels in fancy silk suits, more venomous than cobras behind their practiced smiles.
Different rules, but the same old game. The goal was to leave the other poor bastard bloody, bent on his knees and begging for his ass. And Fred James knew that game better than most. He soon doubled the company's profits, and then doubled them again, making himself rich beyond his wildest dreams.
Wealth and power made it possible to tolerate Vicky. She satisfied herself mainly by stuffing her face with rich foods and thick, creamy desserts. In a few years she looked like a fucking sow, and Fred could hardly stand the sight of her.
They went through all the motions of being a happily married, devoted couple like dancers at some gaudy masquerade, they swirled from party to party at the homes of their rich friends. They went to all the charity balls, Vicky beaming as she stood beside her handsome and successful husband.
But they rarely went home together…
Fred didn't know or give a shit what Vicky did, as long as she stepped aside at the right moment. That was the arrangement they'd worked out beneath their cloak of smiling respectability.
Vicky liked to fuck with the hired help. She picked chauffeurs for the lengths of their cocks, and butlers for their willingness to maul her bulging, mink-draped tits. Tonight Vicky was in Venice probably getting her fat ass fucked by same greasy gondolier. In Italian, a man can sneer, "You fat, stupid rich whore," and make it sound romantic.
Fred took his pleasures with the sexy young wives of rich old men whom he had met in business. He liked nothing better than to whip some pompous bastard's ass with a clever deal while he ravaged his pretty wife's cunt just for fun.
That doubled the thrill of victory and swelled Fred's massive cock with the heat and overwhelming strength of triumph. Only once in his life had he felt more satisfaction that first night long ago when he overpowered Vicky and started it all.
Memories of that and some long simmering dissatisfaction with the phony glitter of his life now was what attracted him to Wilma in the steno pool. She had the same dreary, downcast eyes as Vicky had when they first met. Halting and uncertain, the stuffy closed-in look of a woman who can't remember how good it feels to give in to the power of a huge cock… if, in fact, she ever knew.
No cunt before or since had grasped so eagerly at the shaft of his driving cock as Vicky did that night. Fred thought Wilma would do the same, once he cracked her prudish shell and set her frustrated senses free.
That was why he had invited Wilma, and Wilma alone, to his house that night. To a party, she thought… to get to know her possible new boss. Fred smiled, as sly as one of his company lawyers. It would be a party after all – a very special, very private little party. And Wilma would get to know him far better than she ever thought.
Jack watched the hurried loading of the last truck, then he left the darkened warehouse with anger blazing in his eyes. His temper flared as he drove toward home, bucking the snarl of cross town traffic.
Ahead, he could see the lights shining down from the fancy homes up on the hill, a glaring reminder of how damn hard he worked and how damn little he had to show for it. Pressure at work, bills at home, and now on top of it all Wanda was giving him shit!
"I'll show that smart-mouthed bitch!" he snarled as he tugged on the wheel and swerved to pass a slow-moving car in front.
Horns blared, tires screeched, and he saw another driver flip him off.
"Fuck you!" Jack roared out the side window, cramping the wheel again as he turned on to hi street.
Wilma paced expectantly. She'd let down her tightly coiled bun and brushed her hair smooth and straight just like Wanda wore hers. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the window, she had to admit her hair looked better that way. Softer, sexier and more appealing.
Jack's car lurched to a stop in the driveway in front, and he piled out with a sullen scowl spread across his face.
Wilma caught a nervous gasp. She felt uncomfortable in Wanda's revealing clothes. The blouse seemed to cling to her heaving tits and accentuated their anxious shiver.
"Hi, Jack," Wilma tried to murmur sweetly in an imitation of Wanda's lilting voice.
He glared and snapped: "What's all this shit about going out to fuck with some truck-driving son of a bitch?"
"Whaat?" Wilma choked. She rarely said even hell or damn. Jack's sharp words offended her, and she couldn't imagine what he was talking about. Wanda said they'd had an argument, but…
"You know fucking well what!" he said. "I ought to kick your ass up between your ears for talking to me like that! You'll have to part that long hair to take a shit!"
Wilma cowered and turned away from his wrath, wondering what she should say. If he knew the truth, Jack would be wilder still. Wanda had gone out, and she would be, getting herself fucked like it or not.
"I-I didn't mean it," Wilma said in a quaking voice.
"Look at me when you talk!" Jack demanded. He snagged a hand in her long hair and spun her around to face him.
Wilma smiled vaguely, nervously wetting her lips with a flick of her tongue. "I just thought…"
"I know what you thought. You told me on the phone, you stinking whore! Going out to get yourself another cock?"
"No!" Wilma said in a tearful wail. And she trembled, wondering what it was all about. Wanda hadn't said a word about anything like this.
"You're damn right, no! When you want cock, you bitch, you get it right here!" Jack stroked the massive swelling in his pants.
"Oh, God…" Wilma watched in horror as he hauled his cock out.
Blue veins pulsed along the shaft, surging blood to the swollen knob. The slit at the tip of his cock looked like an angry little mouth.
"Put that awful thing away!" Wilma cried in her own prudish voice.
"I'll put it where I damn well please!" Jack answered flatly.
Wilma jerked and tried to pull away from him, but he pulled on her long hair and yanked her back. The hot tip of his cock touched her belly and seemed to burn right through the filmy cloth of her blouse.
"Aaagh!" Wilma wailed.
Jack pumped his hips to prod her with his cock. "Suck it!" he said in a commanding voice. "Down on your knees, bitch!"
Wilma gasped, her lower jaw slack and quaking, too stunned to respond, or even reply. She'd never sucked cock before. Her husband Ralph had wanted her to begged her to but Wilma would never, never, NEVER even think of doing such a thing.
"No!" she said with her face screwed into a snarl of distaste.
Wilma's mind reeled when she thought about having a sweaty, jizz-spurting thing rammed deep in her throat. Then she remembered she must try to sound like her lusty twin.
"Er, I mean, not now. Later, dear," she said sweetly.
"Later, my ass. You'll suck it now!"
"Onooch," Wilma moaned.
Jack still had a strong hand coiled in her hair. With the strength of one arm he was forcing her to her knees.
Wilma gazed in mute terror at the huge thing bobbing before her eyes. Jack's cock looked like twice the size of Ralph's pecker, so thick and hard and gorged with pulsing blood. It was definitely twice the size of Ralph's cock.
"No. No! NO!" Wilma then let out a feeble little whimper as Jack forced her to her knees, craning her head back with the steady force dragging on her hair.
"What's with you all of a sudden?" Jack wanted to know. "Usually you can't wait to get your mouth an my big prick."
"I-I-I'd rather do it later," Wilma said in a whining voice.
"You're still thinking about some other cock!" he said angrily.
"No, Ra… I mean, no Jack."
He laughed a bitter sneer. "Slut, you can't even keep my name straight in your fucking mind. I'll show you, you cheating cunt. I'll give you cock that you'll never forget!"
"N-n-no, Jack! Please…" Wilma's eyelids fluttered, swimming in a sudden rush of tears. He thrust the gleaming knob of his cock toward her quaking lips, but Wilma wrenched her head to the side, mindless of the pains Jack pulled at her scalp.
The bright swollen head of his cock grazed her cheek instead of pressing her lips apart. "Damn you, hold still!"
He twisted her head back to face him again, but Wilma squirmed and got her head turned to the other side.
"You stubborn slut! You're going to get it, you know you are. And baby, the more you fight it the more you're going to get it in the end." Jack laughed again, giving voice to his sullen determination to humble this willful bitch wife of his. "In fact, sweet-lips, you're going to get it in both ends! After I rape your fucking smart mouth, then I'm going to ram all this hot meat up your tight little ass!"
Wilma's butt muscles clenched instinctively as a wailing cry burst from her lips. She'd never been ass-fucked before either. The thought of having even a normal-sized cock like Ralph's shoved up her ass was too disgustingly painful to consider. With a straining, monster cock like Jack's, it would surely bc pure hell.
"No!" she squealed, her shit hole still squirming. Wilma got her arms between them and struggled to push Jack away from her.
"Damn you!" he raged as she pushed him back. "Your ass used to love the feel of my big shit dipping prick."
"Later!" Wilma pleaded. God, she wondered, when will Wanda get home? Probably not for hours. How could she possibly stall Jack and his giant erection that long? "I-I'd like a drink first," she said desperately, trying to struggle back to her feet.
"Yeah? Well drink this you frosty bitch. Maybe it'll warm you up…"
Jack took a step back and pushed down on his sharply upraised cock… then he pissed a solid yellow stream at her face.
"Yyyaaahhh!"
Wilma felt the warm spray and sniffed the bitter stench of long-held piss. Jack had been swilling black coffee all day and he had been too damn busy to visit the can. Now he felt the joyous spread of relief and sneering satisfaction as he drenched his wife's heaving tits with the yellow flood.
"Uuuunngh!" Wilma's pretty face twisted into a tight knot of complete disgust. She jerked her arms up, grabbing for his piss-gushing cock, trying to push it aside.
"Ooooh no!" Jack side stepped out of reach and laughed as he aimed the golden stream straight into her eyes.
"Grrruungh!" Wilma's eyes clamped shut, reddened and burped by the stinging spray. It splashed down her face, across her lips, and she could not help tasting it – vile and bitter as sin. Wilma moaned and threw her arms up to deflect the spray.
Pressure slackened as his bursting bladder drained. The solid gold stream curved down from the nozzle of his cock to splatter in her lap. Wilma jerked and dropped her hands, writhing in horror as she felt the yellow warmth seep into her twitching cunt slit.
Jack bent down and pulled his wide leather belt from his pants. Wilma lay hunched before him, her head low to the ground, like a pilgrim at a shrine, her ass upraised and shivering in the torment of disgust. He stepped around behind her and swung a yard of black leather in a vicious arc.
"Yyyeeeow!" Wilma screamed when she felt the stinging lash of Jack's belt raise a broad red welt across her ass checks.
A backhand slash raised another wide, blushing welt and sent a second shock of searing pain up Wilma's spine. She jerked her hands back to protect her ass and heard Jack laugh cruelly behind her.
He looped the free end of the sturdy, studded belt through the heavy brass buckle and snared her wrists, wrapping the loose end around her arms in a tight spiral reaching almost to her elbows.
Wilma moaned, too startled at first to resist. When Jack cinched the belt tight, she wailed a scream of fear. She twisted her shoulders and strained to wiggle her arms free, but the leather held tight, and she found she could hardly move her arms. Her hands fluttered helplessly, fanning against the dark crack of her ass.
"Now look at me, you miserable bitch!" Jack pulled up hard on a handful of hair. He raised her trembling lips to meet his angry, piss dripping cock. "Suck it!" he barked.
Jack gave the tortured woman no time to reply. He humped and rammed his piss stained cock knob between her wet lips.
"Mmrnuuugh!" Wilma groaned. God, it tasted awful! Tears of fear and disgust ran down Wilma's cheeks, dilating the yellow streaks still gleaming damply on her face.
Her tongue thrashed to drive away the terrible, dripping shaft of his cock.
Jack gasped. "Yeeeaagh!"
Her frantic tongue strokes fanned his raging lust and sent sharp tingles of delight racing through the length of his cock.
Wilma's desperate struggles made the thick belt chafe roughly on her arms, the redness of her flesh matching the two welts criss-crossed on her creamy ass cheeks.
"Mmmuungh!" she groaned as Jack pumped in more steaming cock.
Her tongue curved beneath his driving cock and pushed against the vein ridged shaft, trying to drive it back. The bitter taste of piss dripped down her throat, tightening her throat with waves of revulsion.
"Uunngh… Uuungh!" she moaned.
Wilma could remember nothing more humiliating and disgusting in her whole life not since she had accidentally shit in her pants in the third grade. With her arms bound painfully tight behind her, and Jack's strong hand coiled in her long hair, she felt powerless to resist… but still she was unable to accept what was happening to her. It was simply too awful to believe.
A fast series of thrusts drove the full length of Jack's brutal cock down her throat. The rigid strength of his prick forced her head back, and its dripping, disgusting taste made her tight mouth writhe in dread of more.
"Uuugh!" she groaned.
Jack's rough tangle of cock hair hit her lip. It reeked with sweat and pungent man scent.
Wilma's throat quaked as she retched in horror, trying vainly to barf up the long cock pounding in her throat. He jerked back for another stab. He rammed it deep.
The biting pull of the leather belt on Wilma's wrists dragged her shoulders back, making her tits thrust out proudly in front. Her thick, dark nipples still gleamed from the shower of piss.
Jack cupped her inviting tit mounds, squeezing and pulling and drawing them out until Wilma felt her nipples burn as hotly as her tightly bound wrists.
"Yaaaw!" she groaned her mouth stuffed with hammering prick muscle, rank and bitter tasting as Jack pumped his cock excitedly in and out of her mouth.
She gasped. Jack's thumbs circled her aching nipples and twirled them until they flamed from savage friction. Wilma's cock-stuffed lips tightened in a knot of loathing.
"Ungh!" she groaned, fighting the burning feeling swelling in her chest. Jolts of pain sparked from her twisted nipples, and the warm feeling spread, softening into obscene delight.
The same, sort of feeling crept up from the depths of her throat, pain melting into pleasure. Wilma refused to believe it at first. Jack was hurting her, nothing more, raping her mouth and ravaging her helpless tits, and she could not possibly enjoy such vicious abuse.
"Aiiieeee!" she wailed.
The feel of the spreading lewd warmth grew stronger, it did feel good despite the stubborn protests of her prudish mind.
"Uuummmm!" she gulped, grinding her excited lips at the base of his cock shaft.
Jack bucked, startled by the sudden grasp of her wild desires. He drove his cock scrubbing her wet lips with his coarse mat of cock hair, pulling on her tits at the same time, tightening the spiral of his twisting thumbs.
"Aiiieeee!" Wilma wailed as his reaming cock drew back for another thrust. "Ungh… AAH!"
A creeping warmth sank to her piss drenched cunt slit. She felt her clit swell and strain with insane lust. It was crazy, Wilma thought in a brief moment between mouth ripping cock stabs. I cannot be liking this. It could never happen… I hate it!
Wilma wanted to put her arms around Jack's waist, to hold on tight and ride with the wild, driving thrusts of his cock, but the cruel belt bit into her creamy skin, her wrists were bound too tightly.
"Aaaahh!"
A chilling stab of fear pulsed through her veins. She hated the restraint. Her arms and shoulders ached. She wrenched and twisted, trying to squirm free.
"Aaahhh!" Jack said. "That's better, you prick-eating tease!"
Her frantic efforts to get free sent wild shivers up the length of his cock. Her twisted nipples trembled in his grasp and he felt the hot breath of torment burn against his groin.
Jack's balls swayed in his hairy sac, thumping on her chin with a rapid beat. He felt the boiling heat of his load steam in his aching nuts. He gritted his teeth against the mounting pressure.
"Uungh!" He couldn't hold it back.
Wilma felt him tense. Ralph did that, too, just before firing off his load. Ralph would usually freeze for one brief moment then he gushed and spurted in her cunt.
But this wasn't Ralph, and he wasn't fucking her cunt. This was Jack, and he had her throat rammed full, his cock twitching deep inside… like the last sputter of a fuse before a giant blast.
"GAAWW!" Jack exploded into motion, slamming and grinding with his hips to work his spurting cock in deep.
"Uuuunnngh!" Wilma gasped. Her lips held so tightly on his cock shaft that she could feel the coming flood. She felt it swell the tube and gush out into her throat.
"Yeah, bitch! Gulp it down! Drink my cum, you cock sucking cunt!"
Even his obscene language excited her now.
Why, she didn't know. It was disgusting as all the rest Wilma thought in brief flashes when her mind cleared.
"Uuiingh!" she groaned as she took another splattering gush of slick jism.
The tart, sweet taste of Jack's cum burned her throat. She felt it spray the depths of her throat and drip like thick mud. Her mind reeled in dizzy circles, yet she sucked harder to get more. She loved his salty cream.
Wilma wanted to milk his big, swaying nut sac, to squeeze his balls with teasing strokes and haul out every drop. But the belt on her wrists held her back.
Jack's breath came in rasping gulps, gushes of air in time with the frenzied spurts from his cock. He gave her nipples one last twitch and then dragged his hands up her chest along the sides of her neck and into her silky long hair.
"Ungh! Ungh!" he said as two quick spurts of cum jetted into her throat.
His cum tube blazed froth the searing fury of his hot orgasm. He coiled his fingers tightly, snarling her hair in his grasp as he cupped her ears, holding her head for the final drive.
"Uuunnggh!" He drove into her quaking lips and twisted, grunting deep in his throat while slick gobs of cream spewed out from the slit of his cock.
With her head held tight and her arms so cruelly bound, Wilma found she could only move her lips and the grasping muscles of her throat. All the intense power of her body went to them. She sucked and squirmed her throat like a woman gone insane with lust. And that was exactly what Wilma had become!
She gulped as she felt her passion swell. Christ, she was going to cum! Wilma seldom enjoyed the joy of orgasmic release. She could not even remember the last time her body shook with joy. But now it had begun… shivering waves of hot pleasure, heat so intense that her muscles froze.
God, she wondered… what next? Then Wilma felt her taut little ass give a shiver. Her mind was still blazed, utterly blank with joy. She could not recall what Jack had said… but her quaking shithole could remember. Jack said he was going to fuck her ass.