Douglas McCallister - Rich man, poor man

"What's the matter, Kelly?" he asked suddenly, bending down, his lips twisted in an evil sneer. "Don't feel like getting fucked tonight?"

She shuddered at the obscene word. If only Tom wouldn't say things like that, she thought, as her eyes brimmed with unshed tears. She

loved her husband, she really did. But he was so different from her, different from anyone she had known before. And she still hadn't been able to accept the uncouth, the vulgar, the obscenities with which he peppered his speech.

Watching her closely, Tom saw the small signs of distress, of disgust even, that flickered across her face. Damn her! Too good for him, was she? The hell with all that! He'd show her something… take her off her high horse! God, she was just like every woman… every woman on earth. And whether they admitted it or not, there was only one thing they wanted. Which was to be fucked, fucked silly!

Well, he would throw her a fuck tonight that she would never forget. He would make her grovel, the way she seemed to want to make him do. He'd crawled before her and her highfalutin' family long enough. Now it would be her turn.

There was a wildness in his eyes that sent a shiver of terrified excitement through the young woman. Impulsively she burst out with, "Oh, Tom, you've been drinking again, haven't you?"

"Yeah," he said, mocking her cruelly. "I've been drinking again.

So what?"

"Oh, nothing… nothing," she answered quickly. "Then why did you ask?"

Kelly shook her head and now one of the tears slid slowly down her cheek. Tom waited for her answer but none came. Then suddenly his hand shot out to seize the narrow strap of her nightgown, sliding it roughly down over her arm.

"Oh, darling! Don't! You'll tear it…"

"So… I'll tear it!"

"Please," she whimpered, recoiling from her husband.

"Please…" he mocked her again. And then once more his voice took on a tone of cruelty. "Okay, Kelly. Get naked. That's the way I want to see you. Naked. Your big tits quivering like jelly…" As if to emphasize his point, he slipped his hand beneath the gown to seize one softly trembling breast and began to knead it brutally.

Kelly winced and whimpered with pain. Even so there was an exquisite pleasure to it that seemed to set her loins on fire.

Tom's harsh fingers tweaked at the throbbing knobs of her nipples, rolling them until they stood in tight little peaks. And then his other hand shot out, tearing back the blanket that still covered his wife's hips and thighs. Suddenly he seized the hem of the short little gown and flipped it back over Kelly's smooth white belly, exposing the little golden triangle at the base of it. With another abrupt gesture he slid his hand in between her thighs, spreading them apart with the pressure of his opening fingers.

Once again a flash of pain shot through Kelly's lovely body and she gasped, "Oh, don't… don't, Tom."

"What's the matter… your precious pussy too good for my cock? Is that it?"

"Oh… nooooo…"

Tom's hand left her breast now and curled around his massive member as he began to massage it lewdly, pulling the heavy foreskin back and forth.

A thick drop of cum seeped from the glans of the hardening tip. He stared for a moment at the narrow hair-lined slit between her legs, glistening now with her own moisture. Christ, he thought. He ought to ram it right up her, right now. But he had other things in mind, humiliating things to do to Kelly.

She seemed to understand that instinctively, because a new look of fright crossed her face, another tremor shook her body. "Oh, Tom," she moaned. "What are you going to do?"

He laughed coarsely, shaking his head. "It's not what I'm going to do," he said. "It's what you're going to do."

"What do you mean?" Her voice was scarcely audible.

"Suck cock, that's what I mean," he said brutally.

"What?"

"You head me. You're going to suck cock."

"But Tom," she protested. "I never have."

"I know that, goddamn it. And it's time you did."

"Nooo…" Kelly's protest was scarcely more than a whisper now, but her eyes widened as Tom suddenly dropped down on the bed, straddling her cringing body. He slithered up over her then until his loins were poised above her face. "Open your mouth," he ordered. "Open it."

Kelly clamped her lips tightly together, more frightened than she had ever been, wondering what on earth had come over her husband. Oh, God! This was a shocking perversion, this thing he was demanding of her. A shocking perversion. Her mind raced back in time and she thought briefly of her very proper mother, almost able to see the expression of horror that would cross her face if she were to learn of this terrible thing that Tom was about to do! She couldn't let him. She just couldn't!

But Tom's thick fleshy cock struck out like a lance that would cut her open, a sword that would split her in two. She jerked her head away instinctively, trying desperately to escape her lust-maddened husband. Oh, dear God! Why did he have to do something like this to her? Why?

Kelly didn't know. She only knew that flow Tom was rubbing the wet lubricated head of his blood-engorged penis against her tightly clenched lips. "Oh, no…" she moaned, parting her lips slightly.

Tom pressed forward, taking advantage of the moment to force his throbbing penis between her glistening lips. Kelly groaned and fought for an instant, flailing her head from side to side to escape her own husband's cruel impalement, but at last she relaxed, almost collapsing back against the pillow, giving in to him by opening her mouth and accepting his huge penis into its warm moist cavern…

The blood-filled head slid deep inside as Tom flicked his hips forward, and a stifled moan escaped Kelly's lips around its desire-thickened girth. Oh, God! She couldn't breathe! She was going to suffocate!

She twisted beneath her husband, fighting against him with her last remaining strength, but it was useless. In spite of her struggles she was unable to break free…!

Tom tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her head closer, deeper into his loins. And now she was forced to begin a gentle sucking motion, her lips ovalling wide around the hard shaft of flesh that filled her mouth. He began to saw back and forth until it seemed that his blunt bulbous cock-head brushed against the back of her throat.

Kelly sputtered, protesting, but now her cheeks hollowed and expanded with each stroke he made into her mouth and then cautiously, tentatively, she let her tongue trail along the underside of his cock, let it swirl briefly around the huge bloated tip. Oh, God! She had never imagined doing anything so depraved, so evil! And yet the very wickedness of what she was doing added to the excitement that was beginning to churn through her quivering body. Her eyes filled with tears as she worked over her demanding husband's penis plunging again and again deep into her throat, but stifled moans of pleasure escaped her lips at the same time. And now little explosions of throbbing desire seemed to ignite her blood, sending waves of heat to alternate through her body with other waves of cold.

Tom's sperm-filled balls slapped heavily against her chin, the short wiry hairs that surrounded his lust-filled member grazing Kelly's chin. She clasped her lips tightly around his plunging, ploughing cock and then brazenly licked at the thick white semen seeping from the tiny winking slit at the tip, swallowing it greedily.

She fought against the base emotions that seemed to engulf her now, suffused with shame, with the deepest possible humiliation, yet unable to wipe away the pleasure of the moment too. All the precepts that had been drilled into her in her childhood, all the values she had been brought up to respect, seemed to be wiped out, and she wanted nothing more than this terrible subjugation. Oh, God! She was nothing but a whore… nothing but a whore! And that was what she wanted to be!