Jon Reskind - The hungry pet

"I-I'll never forgive you for this, Kevin! I swear it!" she sobbed back at him, trying to twist her head to see what he was going to do. But that was hardly necessary; she felt him instead.

"Oh fuck, shut up, Laura!" he lewdly spat down at her in anger, flecks of spittle spraying her naked buttocks and the tapered curve of her sun-tinted back. "We've already passed that Goddamned milestone. Now we're going to try for the brass ring!" he added, letting his eyes hungrily feed on the fleshy, perfect mounds of her whitely rounded ass-cheeks and the deep tantalizing crevice separating them.

His hands cupped their satin-smooth firmness as he sat back on his haunches, his lengthy hardened cock thrusting out from his pelvis like a rigid flag-staff. Jesus Christ, he was going to enjoy this to the frigging nth degree… because it might well be the last fuck he ever humped into her, and right at that moment he really didn't give a Goddamn! He'd truly had it!

Laura felt his big hands begin a disgraceful kneading of her unprotected buttocks, vulgarly stretching them open even against her muscle-clenching attempts to thwart him. Her body jerked when she felt his thumbs slip obscenely into the deep valley between the softly trembling cheeks and pressed outward to pry them wider and wider apart!

"Ooohhh… damn you, Kevin! Stop it! Do you hear? Stop…!" she futilely protested, sensing the surge of shamed hot blood flushing into her face to the depths of her neck as a brush of cool air rushed between her helplessly splayed buttocks and the realization of her debased position beneath him again screamed through her brain.

She heard him laugh in that angered way he could without smiling. Abruptly, one of his hands slipped down through the spread open vale to the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina between her kneed-apart thighs, her breathing momentarily eluding her as his fingers began to luridly tease around there, committing humiliating acts he had never stooped to before! She sensed his fingers on the fleshy folds of her cuntal lips gently pulling them apart, actually feeling the clinging inner-flesh moistly adhering and tingling as he separated it to again allow the cool air to brush against her most secret feminine parts! It was seconds before she caught her breath and the extent of his lewdly depraved act returned full force!

Her movements, wild and desperate, caught Kevin by surprise, practically knocking him off balance as she frantically wrenched and twisted with him caught scissor-like between her long beautifully shaped legs. She screamed, almost working free before he could regain his position and by sheer weight, forced her back onto the bed.

"Not this time you don't, you little up-tight bitch!" he fiercely snarled down at her, slapping her back and forth with the flat of his palms against the white, yielding flesh of her rapidly reddening buttocks. "Goddamn you, Laura, there's no way you're going to get out of this!"

"Oh God, please… please, Kevin?" she sobbingly begged. "I-I can't believe it! Are you going mad…?"

"No! Hell no! Just perverted, Mrs. Garrett!" he spat, crawling up over her to grab the other pillow and strip the casing from it. "Your husband's a fucking sex maniac… or hadn't you figured that out yet?"

Where she had only been humiliated and enraged to this point, Laura suddenly sensed actual fear gripping at her helplessly cringing belly. Good God! He was tearing the pillow slip into narrow strip-like ribbons… his hard naked buttocks resting heavily on her back to pin her down…! "Wh-what in the name of God do you think your doing?" she gasped back at him, afraid to admit to herself what she had already reasoned!

"I'm going to make a docile little bitch out of you, wife… or a slavish prisoner if you prefer," he answered, his bitter smile-less laugh following.

"Kevin! Oh, you can't… you can't do this to me!" his helplessly naked young wife whimpered as he grabbed both of her wrists, tying them tightly together, then with another strip secured to the bonds between her wrists, fastened that to the bed-post, squirming and climbing on top of her like a wrestler.

"There! I can, baby, and I already have! Now, if you give me any more trouble, I'll bind your ankles to the posts at the foot!" he panted, slithering back down over her. "You might not believe this, but some girls, yeah, even wives like to be fucked this way! Gives them a charge of masochism, I guess… but of course you wouldn't know anything about that!"

"Ooohhh… Kevinnnn…" Laura moaned pathetically, the almost terrifying thought that she had never really known this young dirty-mouthed man she had married nearly blinding her with self-pity. "D-Don't you see what you're doing… doing to our marriage?"

"What I'm doing? Jesus, if that isn't typical of you, Laura! What I'm doing to our marriage! Fuck! What marriage, baby? Now, you think about that while I give you an inescapable lesson in sex!" he hissed down at her. "In the meantime, raise your precious little ass up on your knees and spread your legs!"

"L-Listen to me, darling… untie me and let me try again! I will… I swear I will!"

"I said, get your proud little fanny up on your knees!" he snarled, letting her feel another stinging slap across her already mottled white buttocks.

"Oh!" she gasped, quickly responding, crawling up to raise her buttocks high for him and slightly spreading her legs, while her shoulders and head were drawn down against the bed from her tied hands.

Kevin couldn't help but grin to himself, knowing all of the spanking he'd laid on her were little more than harshly awakening slaps, the kind she should have had years ago… or at least, sometime in the last six-months by him! Again, he wedged in behind her, kneeing her reluctant legs wide apart until the beautiful half-moons of her deliciously curved young ass were lusciously spread open to him so that he could see the tiny puckered mouth of her anus, and below it, the soft outer lips of her dark, hair-fringed cunt. He stared at the thinly pink slit of inner vaginal flesh separating them in a vertically curving line of moistening delight. Christ, there wasn't another cunt on earth like it, but what good was it even to her… except for pissing! Okay, so this was it, the last time around for them, but she was never going to forget this afternoon's matinee no matter what!

"Christ, it's just too bad you can't be back here to look at the cock-raising sight my eyes are feasting on, baby!" he hissed, his voice a sensuous rasp. "But then, you probably wouldn't appreciate it even if you were a man!" he added, bending low in a crouch until his face was on the same level with the curl-lined folds of pussy flesh which protected her tightly cringing vagina. He placed his hands thumbs inward on her lower buttocks and felt her lurch to their touch, then once more he began to press slowly outward and spread them lustfully apart, her brief muscular resistance got lost somewhere in a sob. With gleaming eyes, Kevin noticed a slight moisture forming and glistening on the soft insides of her thighs, while her helplessly upraised buttocks slipped wider and wider apart. "It's a beautiful cunt, Laura baby… but not worth the hell I've suffered to enjoy it!" he said loud enough for her to hear, and then he decided to say no more. All he wanted was to thoroughly enjoy… no, exploit it for the first and last time…!

Laura's cheeks were drenched with the tears from her shameful subjugation. It was all so horribly inconceivable and unreal, like some insane nightmare… except that it was abhorrently taking place and nothing could ever be the same between them again! She would leave him, of course, if his suddenly demented brain left anything alive for her to drag away! But now, there was little… no, nothing she could do but submit to his bestial, animalish desires, and the only way to do that was to block her mind and somehow try to endure whatever lurid obscenity he chose to inflict on her until his incredulous lust was satisfied…!