Ray Strong: Sucker virgin

Leaving his office after ascertaining Carol's husband was in his, and would likely remain there at least an hour, Silo drove to Carol's house and parked a block, away. He walked to the house. It was a nice spring day, so he loosened his tie and left it and his jacket in the car before heading for Carol's back door.

He knocked and waited. He knew she was home. Her car was out front. When she opened the door he smiled and said, "Hi, am I in time for lunch?"

"That depends on what you want to eat," she replied frostily.

She was angry at him not only because of the guilt he made her feel, but because he seemed to take her for granted every time. At the start he had treated her like the lady she believed herself to be. He had played by the rules, making her feel so satisfyingly superior as he seduced her. But now he no longer seemed to feel seduction was necessary. He had taken her body for granted, basically because he knew the effect he had on her. She was his own personal property, his private fuck, and it irritated her to think he could have such a light regard for her.

"I want to eat you, Carol," he told her straightforwardly. "I want to eat that box of yours until you scream for mercy.

He saw her shudder and glance at the kitchen clock.

"My husband might be home any moment," she said.

"Horseshit," he replied. "I checked. He'll be at the office all afternoon."

"I wish you wouldn't speak to me in that tone of voice!" she snapped. "You used to respect me."

"I still respect you," he assured her. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be coming back all the time. But it'd be nice if you admitted you still like me so we could stop playing these silly games.

Before she could argue again, he gently pressed his hand against her swollen tit, pushing her back into the kitchen. He followed her in, shutting the door behind him. He looked at her the way a wolf stared at a helpless lamb, grinning an almost fiendish grin.

Carol took a deep breath, gained control of herself for a moment, and said, "Mark, if you have any regard for whatever it was we had between us, you'll leave. I just don't feel like doing anything with you."

"Me you trying to tell me your husband has started satisfying you?" Silo asked, knowing better even as the question came out.

Damn, Carol thought to herself. She'd told him too much when they'd shared those intimate hours at the convention. Now he was laughing at her, making fun of her, knowing full well she wasn't receiving the kind of pleasure he had given her.

Aloud, she said, "Please Mark, I'd rather not discuss it."

"Jut as I thought," Silo Smirked. "He's still doing nothing for you. Hey look, I taught you a whole new bunch of things to do. Did you at least try them out? I mean, they'd be just the thing to wake up a flagging cock."

"No," she admitted, sighing, letting her physical need for him start to overpower her common sense once again. "He's just not interested."

"You just haven't been doing it right, Carol. If you d applied what I'd taught you, maybe you really wouldn't need me. As it is, you need me for two reasons. You need me to help make you a satisfied woman, and you need me as an instructor, and maybe this time you'll pay attention to the lessons."

This last sentence came out with such a strong horse laugh behind it, Carol became red with rage. She bunched her fists and began beating against his chest, snarling, "Get away from me. Don't touch me, you bastard. I don't need you or anyone else."

Still smiling, Silo grabbed her wrists with one hand and held them to the side while wrapping his other arm around her waist. He held her tightly, pulling her very close to him, looking down into her lovely tanned face, admiring her straight, short nose, her deep brown eyes, and her sensuous lips. Her husband was a real asshole for not being able to appreciate her, and had nobody but himself to blame for her unfaithfulness. Hell, her body was crying out for some kind of relief. Why give her simple relief? Make it an experience well worth remembering, each time.

"Please don't," she whimpered, her breath hot on his lips. "Don't shame me. Don't increase the guilt I already feel."

"Shame you?" he asked, smirking. "I wouldn't dream of shaming you. The real shame is that someone as lovely and as desirable as yourself can't get the right kind of action from her old man. You're uptight, Carol. You need a good screwing and chewing. You know damn well, every time I leave you, you're always totally content."

"Then leave me right now," she whispered, "and I'll be more than content."

But her voice lacked authority at this point. She was saying one thing while begging him for something else. Despite Mark's youth, he was a man so extremely sure of himself when it came to sex, so completely unlike her own husband. If only her husband wasn't so wrapped up with his lousy insurance company all day long. If he owned the company there would be some excuse. But he was a crummy assistant manager, and the most he could hope for in his lifetime would be to become a manager. If only he could come down off that cloud of his to realize she needed him, she wouldn't have to turn to men like Mark Silo for physical relief. As it was, her frustrated body, feeling Silo's nearness, was all but screaming for him to fuck her.

"No," he murmured, "I can't leave you now, Carol-love. I'm horny as a bullmoose and you're just as much in need of a fuck. But I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today, Carol. I'm going to have to make you beg me for it."

"Then I have nothing to worry about," she said, shuddering, knowing full well it was a lie. Though her mind was frightened of what he would do, her body was even more terrified of what he might not do.

His mouth closed the distance between itself and her tantalizing lips, and though she tried pulling her head back, the way he had her waist cinched and pressed to him had her all but helpless. He continued pressing his lips against hers until she could pull her head back no further. The pressure was strong without bruising. In his own way Silo

was an expert, able to seem rough while actually enhancing the thrills of wanton desire building ever higher in her petite body.

With his lips pressed tightly to hers, he drank fully of the rich taste of her mouth, tasting the heady, intoxicating flavor of her full lips. She struggled and squirmed, trying to pull her wrists free from the hand holding it, twisting her body hard in an attempt to pull away from his encircling arm, but succeeding only in rubbing her cunt more solidly against the throbbing cock pushing Mark's pants out between his thighs.

The kiss finally ended as both came up for air. Carol was lightly crying, knowing she would shortly do anything he wished. How could she help herself? Even as his lips touched hers again, his hand released her wrists, and when she could have pushed him away, she didn't, pressing her forearms against his chest, using all her will power not to wrap them around his neck and draw him closer. She tried to stiffen herself against him, attempting to pretend what he was doing meant nothing, but his hands were roaming all over her body, touching her back, her thighs, and pressing themselves against her heaving tits, already enlarged in expectation. And when she didn't take his hand away from her tit he worked his palm against the nipple, and inside she was all the more angry at herself for not having the self-control needed to make him stop. His fingers tightened sensuously around the throbbing nipples, feeling them warm to his touch, welcoming him as she uncontrollably rubbed herself against him.

And then his hands were off her as he stepped back, removing his lips from hers. He deliberately turned around, facing the sink, and got himself a glass of water from the faucet. After drinking the water, he turned back to her and said, "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm only taking advantage of you, getting my own thrills while giving you nothing. I think it only fair for you to make the decision whether or not I go or stay. You tell me."