"The blackmailed wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jensen Peter)

CHAPTER THREE

"Oooohhh, not so deep, Max, not so deep!" the slim, well built woman moaned from the thick rug in the center of the floor.

"You'll become accustomed to its my dear," the fat, insipid-looking man sitting in the chair above her gloated, "I remember a few months back when you could only take half this much."

He leered down at her spread-eagled form with a sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he liked his women, lying at his feet, completely under his domination. She was doing well, this one, and she enjoyed it almost as he did, though of course the favors he heaped upon her such as a luxury apartment, sports car, and whatever else within reason that she might want, did help to keep her under his control.

He flicked the long pole slightly harder sinking the large rubber phallus on the end of it half an inch deeper into her wide-open cunt, bringing another low moan from her lips. His beady, searching eyes studied the expression, half pleasure, half pain, on her face and traveled down the length of her slim, ripe body to her upturned crotch that was presented to his view so beautifully.

She was holding both legs back with her straining hands, her knees pressed tightly back into her firm, rounded beasts. He could see the moist, red flesh of the lips of her vagina clasping tightly around the huge rubber cudgel he had buried deep up inside her. It was at least two inches in diameter and stretched the hair-lined slit wide until the tiny, rosy bud of her clitoris could be seen clearly, glistening and standing out just above where the instrument was skewered into her cunt.

It was a sight he relished, seeing this woman take such a monstrous cock inside her. He had brought her along slowly, stretching it a little each day until now she could take the largest size he had in his collection. Perhaps, he gloated, he should have one made that was just a little larger. He could really subjugate and defile her with that. Ah, but that was for the future, the woman was ready now for the final drive to completion. He could tell by the way she raised her buttocks up when he withdrew the rod that she was near orgasm. He switched the vibratory button to the "on" position and the small electric motor attached to the handle whirred into life, moving the pole in short, quick jerks into her moist, throbbing orifice. She groaned wildly and thrashed her head from side to side on the rug as he continued the long hard strokes in and out, leaving it sunk all the way inside for a few seconds on the in-stroke so that she might feel the full of effect the pulsating vibrations deep in her quivering belly. Her body bucked beneath the mechanical lover as though it were on fire and he watched with undisguised glee as her firm, fleshy breasts jiggled and shook as they jerked into contact with her up-held knees. Her body quivered and shook as though some demon had entered and taken complete possession of it.

He leaned forward and down in the chair bringing his face close to the artificial cock that he was thrusting into her, watching with lewd delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made.

"Harder, my dear?" he purred above her, playing upon her body as though it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings.

"Ooohhhh, yes, harder, fuck it harder," she groaned as she twisted and turned wildly on the rug, small rivulets of sweat rolling down from between her bouncing breasts.

"Deeper, do you want me to fuck deeper?" he grinned evilly, his eyes locked greedily on the instrument cleaving into the parted hair of her throbbing vagina.

"Hell, no, you'll split it, you'll split it," she gasped painfully as he shoved forward again in spite of her pleas, leaving it sunk completely to the hilt inside her hot, lubricated passage. He turned the vibrator to full force and could see the full rounded cheeks of her ass quivering tantalizingly from the force of its motion.

She suddenly gave a low piteous moan and brought her hands down to hold the thick, vibrating rubber dildo hard into her belly, screwing her quivering ass up tight against the round hard rubber ring that kept it from going deeper. She opened her mouth wide and let out a low animal-like gasp that signified her approaching orgasm. Max could see the cheeks of her ass begin a strong hard clenching against the invading dildo as though it were trying to nibble it away. Small gushes of her orgiastic fluid seeped out hotly around the edges of the vibrating penis in spite of its tightness and ran in glistening tiny streams down the wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. The tiny puckered anus clenched and unclenched below in the moistness of the crack in tempo with the grunts of her spending passion.

Max gloated, as he watched her body jerking to a halt from the final spasms of the orgasm she had just experienced. Her groans subsided slowly as he slowed the vibrator bit by bit to coincide with her completion. Finally he switched it off. She lay spread-eagled and still, the huge rubber cock still embedded deep in her wide-stretched cunt. Max, grinning in satisfaction from the spectacle he had just watched, slowly began working it out from between her legs. He pulled gently, concentrating his vision on the pink moist flesh working its way out around the edges with it, clasping to it as though it didn't want to let go. He gave a quick tug, and with a wet sucking noise it suddenly slipped out all the way. The woman groaned and rolled over on her side, one arm covering her eyes from the light.

"Julia, my dove, that was beautiful," Max cooed, reaching down to lift the still form from the floor.

"Ohhh, don't move me," Julia moaned. "One of these days you're going to kill me with one of those machines of yours."

"Ah, but you like them, I can tell." Max grinned lewdly, "Don't tell me you don't."

"Mmmmm," she groaned again, softly this time as she rose to one elbow on the rug. "I haven't seen a man yet that could keep up with them."

"My dear, you are perfect," Max laughed appreciatively. "You'll never know how much you have brightened my dull existence this last year. You are by far the best secretary an executive could possibly have."

"I think I earn my money," Julia laughed with him pulling herself exhaustedly up off the floor to the standing position. "And speaking of that, I think I had better get dressed and get down to see that new young thing you've got on your mind these days. I want to make certain that trip to Mexico we fixed for her benefit doesn't peter out. It should save some of the wear and tear on me for awhile. That is, until you get tired of her."

"Ah, my dear, you know I could never do without you for very long. I like my little diversions but they tire too quickly. You're probably the only woman in the world who is as lusty as I am." He patted her on the ass playfully, pausing to jiggle the soft resilient flesh for a moment. "She is a tender young thing, though, and I don't need to tell you how important it is to me. I want to see her crawl after the way she's ignored me. She must be taught a lesson."

"I'd like to see the proud little bitch get screwed good, too. She even thinks she's too good to have a drink with me. I've been trying to set you up a long time but all she does is moon over that Navy husband of hers. That's what comes from too much love."

"Yes," Max agreed, lighting a long black cigar, "You have taken longer than usual with this one. I was beginning to think, my dear, that perhaps you were jealous and wanted to keep me to yourself."

"Oh, I do, I do," Julia kidded along with him, "but that mink coat you've offered as a reward for that little piece of tail appeals to me more."

"Well, don't fail me this time, my pet," Max urged, "I'm growing a bit inpatient."

"Don't worry, I've set things up in Tijuana so that even the virgin Mary herself couldn't get away. She'll get screwed all right, and screwed good." Julia, fully clothed now, brushed down her hair and started for the door.

"Good luck, my dear, I envy you getting to watch her breaking in. Don't let them bruise her up too much."

"I promise, my sweet," Julia blew a kiss back at him as she closed the door behind her and left the fat sweating man. "There'll be plenty left for you to play dilly-dally with."