"Wife in training" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Donna)

CHAPTER THREE

Myrna was terrified that Frank would want to fuck her. She was afraid to take his cock in her pussy. She had never been fucked by a cock this big. But she also hated the idea of having him come in her mouth. The thought of his jism in her mouth was revolting. She couldn't bear that. His disgusting slime. She was frantic now because she didn't know what to do.

In a moment Frank decided for her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and told her to sit in one of the armchairs. Grateful to get away from him, she did what he wanted. He grinned at her as he stripped his clothes off. Then he came to her. She was helpless, like a limp doll as he arranged her body the way he wanted it. He pushed her legs nearly all the way back to her chin and slowly worked his huge cock inside her cunt.

She moaned. She was sure he would kill her with that monstrous prick. His enormous cock pushed inside her stretched cunthole. She could see it and it horrified her. She could see the way his thick cockshaft distorted the mouth of her pussy.

Frank ran his hands over her body, over her nylon-covered legs and down her belly. He played with her cuntbush as he fucked her cunt. His cock was like a battering ram as it slid in and out of her gaping cunthole.

Myrna groaned and shuddered. No one had ever fucked her like this. Now his thumb was rubbing her clit. She hated it. She hadn't planned on fucking him. But he was so strong. Each time he pushed forward she could feel his hairy balls slapping against her asshole. The position was so undignified, the way her legs were raised and pushed back to her face. She still wore the pumps. She had her left leg pressed against the side of his neck and now he was kissing her nylon-covered knee.

She looked at his cock again and she could see her cuntjuice shining on his cockshaft as it moved in and out. She groaned. She wanted it to be finished. She bated the way he was using her. His cock felt so huge as it slammed into her body, like a huge club pummeling her insides.

She hoped he would come but he didn't. After a while he stopped fucking her on the chair and he wanted her on the floor. He made her get down on her back on the rug. She protested, but he wouldn't listen to her. He wanted her on the rug and he would have what he wanted. He grabbed her ankles and raised her legs. Then he drove his cock inside her cunt again, muttering as he did it, telling her she had a tight cunt, snickering at her when he had all of his prick buried inside her.

His cock was so big and stiff, she went wild with helplessness as he pounded her pussy with it. She still wore the nylons and heels, and she knew how obscene it must look with her ass turned up the way it was and his big cock sliding jammed out of her wide-open cunt. She could feel his balls tickling her asshole, his big hairy balls like a pair of huge plums in a leathery sack of wrinkled skin.

He grinned down at her now. "You like it, baby?"

He laughed at her. He pushed her knees even farther back and slammed her cunt again. He said he liked her legs in nylon. He said she had nice legs and a sweet little pussy. And a nice bunghole. He told her he liked it when a woman had some hair around her asshole.

Myrna groaned and blushed at the way he talked about her. He laughed at her modesty. She had a sudden fear that his cock would stay hard forever and he would fuck her until she died. He was so strong and she was so helpless before his strength.

His hands were closed completely around her ankles as he fucked her. She moaned under the onslaught. She hated the way he had her on the rug. She was certain the rug was filthy. God, how she regretted flirting with him now.

After a while he pulled his cock out of her cunt without coming. She groaned with relief as he put her legs down. But then he straddled her, shifting forward over her tits, his knees on either side of her shoulders and his wet cock dangling over her face.

He teased her with his big prick. "How's this for a salami, baby?" He took his big prick in his hand and rubbed his knob across her lips. "Come on, open up."

His cock was wet with her cuntjuice. She tried turning her head away, but he laughed and slapped her face to make her take his cock. He ordered her to open her mouth and she did it.

He pushed his huge cock-knob at her lips. She had to open her jaws as wide as possible in order to take his prick. He pushed forward, stuffing his juice-coated cock in her mouth. He kept the knob in her mouth and he closed his fingers around his cockshaft. He slowly jacked his prick while she sucked on his cockhead. He said he was going to take her to the bedroom so he could fuck her on the bed. He laughed at her helplessness.

Then he pulled his cockhead out of her mouth and he rubbed the wet tip of his prick across her nose. He ordered her to smell his cock. He pushed the tip of his prick at each nostril, teasing her with it, whipping it back and forth across her face. He said he liked the smell of her ass when he was sucking her cunt. He said she had a cute little asshole, a shithole made for fucking.

"That's the glory hole," he said. "We're going to have a little party, aren't we, baby?"

Myrna closed her eyes and shuddered. She was horrified at the idea that he might want to fuck her ass. She was certain if he tried it he would kill her. She groaned as he pulled her to her feet. He laughed at her and stroked her ass as he led her to the bedroom.

"Bend over the bed," he said. "Keep your feet on the floor and put your hands on the mattress."

He knew exactly what he wanted. When he had her bent over the edge of the bed, he moved behind her and pushed his cock inside her cunt. He grunted as he went in. He said she had a tight pussy. He kept running his hands over her ass as he fucked her.

She had never been fucked like this, like an animal with the man taking her from behind. She hated the indignity of it. She felt so vulnerable and helpless with him. She was embarrassed because she knew be could see her asshole. She remembered what he'd said about liking women who had hair around their assholes. No one had ever talked to her that way.

He slapped her ass now, grunting and treating her like an animal. She felt his big ball-bag hitting her cuntlips. Her crotch was a mess of sweat and cuntjuice. She suddenly wondered what her cunt looked like from the back when it was stretched by such a huge cock.

Her pussy was numb now from all the fucking. His cock was like a huge club sliding in and out of her cunthole, rattling her insides and causing her body to shake. She wanted him to shoot his load and get it over with. She wanted him to finish so that she could get dressed and get out of his house.

The suddenly he roared and started coming, his belly slapping against her ass as he shot his load. He churned his cock around in her cunt, grinding against her cuntlips as he finished spurting.

"Yeah, you're a good fuck," he said as he pulled his prick out. "You can stick around awhile."

She could feel his jism dripping out of her cunt as she turned around. "I can't stick around, I'm leaving!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "The hell you are."

"What do you mean?"

She found out soon enough.

Ten minutes later he had her at the top of the steps to the basement. He already had the hands and wrists and her ankles shackled. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. "You look like a jailbird," he said. Then he laughed. "Except I don't think they let the ladies wear garter belts in jail. Nice legs, baby. The legs really turn me on."

She felt so helpless as he practically carried her down the basement stairs. Her shoes came off and he was hurting her as he dragged her feet down the stairs. He seemed unconcerned how much he hurt her.

Finally they were down the stairs and into the basement. The floor was carpeted and the walls paneled. In the center of the basement was a wooden post with rings in it that went from the floor to the ceiling, and beside the post was a leather exercise bench.

He grabbed her wrists now and dragged her to the post. Myrna groaned as he attached the handcuffs to one of the metal rings. He taunted her about her captivity. He said he was going to have a great deal of fun with her and that this had to be his lucky day. "God gave me a little present."

She begged him to let her go. She cried and said the handcuffs hurt her wrists and the way her arms were twisted she couldn't bear it.

He just laughed at her, and then he took one of her nipples between his fingers and he pinched it brutally until she started screaming.

"Go on, scream," he said. "Nobody can help you and the more you scream the more I like it."

"Oh God, you're a beast!"

"I just want some fun, that's all."

"I'll do whatever you want if you don't hurt me."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

He grinned at her and released her nipple. "Okay, do a little piss for me."

"What?"

"Piss, baby, piss! Show me the piss coming out!"

She was horrified. Her heart sank when she realized he was serious. He wanted her to piss all over herself. She couldn't spread her legs because of the shackles, and if she pissed, she'd get her thighs and legs wet with it.

But she couldn't bear being hurt again. She closed her eyes and pretended he wasn't there. She started pissing. She heard him chuckling as the warm piss spurted out of her pussy to wet her legs. She felt completely degraded. Like a helpless animal in the clutches of a fiend.

After that he brought a towel and wiped her body. He kept her attached to the post. He said she didn't need her hands. He made her turn around and he pressed against her and fondled her tits and ass.

He snickered at her as his fingers worked inside her asscrack. "Bend over a little."

When she did it, he rubbed up and down her asscrack and then finally settled his finger on her asshole.

"Your old man fuck you here?" Myrna groaned. "Never!"

"How come? Doesn't he like it?"

"Please don't touch me there!"

"Come on, baby, relax your ass. It'll be easier for you if you relax. You know I'm going to fuck your ass."

"You're a beast!"

He laughed at her. Then he made her bend over farther to make her ass more prominent. He crouched behind her and she gasped as she suddenly felt his face against her butt. He spread her asscheeks wide apart with his big hands and started licking her brownie.

She moaned. She swayed her ass from side to side, and then a great shudder went through her when she felt his mouth on her asshole. He licked and sucked her asshole, wetting it with his saliva, getting it ready for his cock.

"You'll need more than spit if you're going to take my prick," he said. "Anyway, turn around and take my prick in your mouth. What we want is a hard salami, right?"

He laughed as he made her turn around. He wagged his cock at her face and forced her to kneel in front of him. She stumbled because of the handcuffs and shackles.

He snickered as he helped her regain her balance. "Come on, baby, get it ready for your ass!"

She felt so helpless as she took his cock-knob in her mouth. His cock was still soft after fucking her in the bedroom, and now she had to get his prick hard so he could fuck her ass. She rolled her tongue over the tip of his prick, bathing it in her warm saliva. A quiver went through her as she remembered the feel of him sucking her hole. What an animal he was. How disgusting to do that to someone, sucking their asshole like that.

She felt his cock getting thick in her mouth. He helped her by stroking his cockshaft with his fingers. Then finally his prick was huge again, nine inches of firm fuck-muscle ready for action.

He pushed her away and told her to roll over again. He made her stay that way while he walked over to a cabinet against the wall. She started trembling when she saw the jar of Vaseline in his hand. She told herself it wouldn't matter. Vaseline or no Vaseline, he'd kill her if he tried getting his cock in her ass.

"You're too big!"

He chuckled. "I'm not too big. I've got a girlfriend who loves it."

She didn't believe him. She begged him not to fuck her ass. She told him he'd kill her if he tried doing it. But of course he wouldn't listen. He was determined to get his prick in her butt. He toyed with her asshole, then greased it with Vaseline and told her to stay bent over with her legs apart or he'd get mad and hurt her again.

Before long, she groaned as she felt the pushing of his knob at her asshole, the tremendous pressure of it and the fear that he was ripping her body apart. He held her asscheeks with his hands, squeezing her flesh as he pushed his cock relentlessly inside her shithole.

"Christ, you're as tight as a drum," he said. The pain was awful, the pain and the fear and the pressure that was already building in her chest. She'd known it would be bad, but she hadn't imagined it would be as bad as this. Her asshole felt as though it were stretched a mile wide and now she had enough of his cock in her shitter to feel him in her belly.

"Oh God, you're killing me!"

He laughed at her. "Hell, you're taking it, all right. I bet it feels good."

"I hate it!"

He laughed again and drove the final few inches of his cock inside her stretched shit-tube. "It's a good cock, baby. Just relax and enjoy it."

She couldn't believe any woman could like something like this. It was too painful. Too dirty. Too animal-like. He had to be lying about his girlfriend. If he had a girlfriend.

He grunted now. He said something about her ass being open and he started fucking her with a steady thrusting of his cock. Slowly at first, and then gradually more quickly. She suddenly realized the pain was gone. Her ass now felt like a hot oven, hot and wide-open to his thrusting cock. Each time he thrust forward, his big balls slapped against her cuntlips. But even if the pain was gone, it was still horrible. Such a dirty animalistic act. Fucking her ass with his donkey prick. She felt her tits bouncing each time he rammed her asshole. She told herself that if she ever got away from him, she'd see to it that he went to prison for what he was doing to her. She promised herself she would see him in prison.

"How is it?" he said.

"Please, no more! Stop it! I can't stand it!"

"Hell, your hole is open now, baby. You don't want to stop now. Just stay with it and you'll see how good it is."

"I don't want it!"

He laughed. He didn't care about what she wanted or didn't want. He said he liked her ass. He said he had her shit on his cock now and he teased her about it. "Streaks of brown, baby. I got your shit all over my dick!"

She wanted to die. But she held on, kept her head against the post as he rammed her ass again and again. Finally she could tell by his breathing that he was about to make it. She felt his hands grab her asscheeks more firmly. Then the ramming of her ass became more forceful. He grunted and called out. He made a croaking sound in his throat as he started pumping his jism inside her shit-tube.

She felt it. She hardly ever felt it when a man came in her cunt, but she felt it now as he shot off in her ass. She felt him spurting and then she felt the warm wetness at the ring of her asshole. She heard him snickering as he finished dumping his load in her ass.

He finally pulled his cock out of her shitter. "That's a good fuck."

Myrna pulled away from him with a groan. She sagged against the post, praying he'd be finished with her now and release her.

He grabbed her shoulder and pulled her forward, pulled her so that her face pressed against his belly.

"Suck my prick clean, baby. You don't want to leave your shit on a man's cock!"

He forced her. She told herself it was the most disgusting act she could ever imagine. He forced his shit-covered cock inside her mouth and made her clean it. She had to suck the whole length of his dick and then lick it up and down until it was completely clean.

And then after that he pushed her away and he pissed on her. He laughed as the hot piss splashed on her tits. "Now you're baptized, baby. Now you've got a real baptism."