"The Preacher_s wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Errikson Adrian)

WHORE!

I-I didn't fight you. Oh, I'm so ashamed!" She said as he stroked her hair and naked back.

"Joanna…you are beautiful, and you are the sexiest woman I have EVER been with…And, I've been with a lot!" he said, looking at her.

While his words might have soothed her pride, they did nothing to stop the self recrimination.

Finally, she pushed against him. "Please…Please let me go now. Please!"

She said

He lay on the mattress, not trying to stop her as she picked up her clothes and shakily climbed back into them. Her tears had stopped but she was clearly miserable. She began walking to the door and then stopped.

"Please unlock the door." she said, her voice weary and sad.

Standing, he walked to the door. He dialed the combination and pulled off the lock. But then he turned and leaned against the door, blocking her exit.

She gasped as she looked at his still naked body, for slowly lifting between his legs was his prick! She continued watching it, a sick fascination in her eyes.

"Come here, Mrs. Gee" Rick said.

She stumbled forward. He took her hand, pulling it towards him and once again her hand was filled with the living, throbbing hardness of his prick.

Joanna moaned and tears formed in her eyes as she felt her body beginning to respond once again to this man.

"Listen to me" he said, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"You are a sexual person, a gorgeous woman. You were made for sex. Your body is feminine and sexy beyond belief, and you are more responsive than any woman I've ever known. So don't beat yourself up for that."

She felt his prick beginning to flex in her hand, and she couldn't resist gently squeezing it. She WAS a slut! The thought made her incredibly miserable.

"Now, you go home like a good little wifey. Get cleaned up and make hubby some supper. And don't worry. I won't tell anyone what a hot little bitch you are. Just remember to keep your little pussy warm, cause I just might want to use it again! And remember, if you try to "report" me, I'll claim you came on to me. " he leered at her, making her shudder.

"Now kiss me goodbye. I'll be dreaming about your hot naked little body!" He bent down and kissed her, his hands cupping her breasts through her tee shirt, pinching her nipples. She opened her mouth and he kissed her deeply.

She moaned and stroked his prick, unable to resist him!

Breaking the kiss, he said "You better get your cute little ass out of here or I'm gonna nail it to that mattress again with that prick you're squeezing so tight."

Joanna blushed in shame, but the thought of being fucked again caused her pussy to twitch with anticipation.

She stumbled from the room when he unlocked the door. As she got farther and farther from the room, she felt worse and worse. Crying and sobbing, she found a ladies room and spent fifteen minutes crying her heart out.

She knew that she would never tell anyone. She couldn't stand being questioned, and knew that she couldn't lie if they had asked her if she had been raped. Because even though he had forced her at first, Joanna knew that it had turned from rape into an incredibly hot rutting session. And she was just as much to blame as he was.