J. Watson - Wives In Torment

"Mrs. Merrit," he said. "I don't understand."

"What's to understand?" Carolyn asked. "You asked for a girl and you've gotten one. Or don't you approve of me?"

"You?" His face turned white in shock, but he got over his frustration quickly.

"You?" he questioned again. "You're the girl?"

"Yes," she admitted.

A leer crossed his face.

"Well," he said. "I didn't expect someone looking like you."

"You paid for me," Carolyn said. "Now tell me what you want me to do."

She had a feeling that anything he wanted her to do was going to be unpleasant. He walked over to his radio and turned it on. Soft music filled the office.

"It's not exactly bump and grind," he said. "But you can take your clothes off to it."

She nodded. She closed her eyes and let her body fall into a beat with the music. She shouldn't have worn a pants suit for this kind of dance, but it was safer for her to look like a secretary.

But it was going to be awkward trying to look sexy stripping off her pants.

She did the blouse first. She unbuttoned the buttons slowly and let the blouse fall apart. As she turned and swayed to the music he was given brief glimpses of her creamy tits confined in her uplift bra.

"Take it off," he said finally. He was gasping for breath as he grew more excited.

She shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse slip off and fall to the floor. She turned her back on him, still moving her ass in time to the music. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. She kept it on as she turned to face him once again.

He was pop-eyed. He had beads of sweat along his forehead. He was trying to control himself but she could see the raging desire in him.

She let the bra drop and he began to lick his dry lips.

"I can't wait," he said. "Strip it off and come over here."

She stopped moving to the music. Rapidly she pulled off the rest of her clothes until she stood naked before him. He licked his lips again.

He was sitting on the edge of his desk and he spread his fat legs apart.

"You know where it's at," he said.

She looked distastefully at the fat bulge in his trousers. Well, it was a prick and she liked pricks. She gave him the best smile she could manage.

She walked to him and started undoing his zipper.

His pudgy hands crept around her body. He started fondling every place he could reach. She didn't like the warmth that she suddenly felt between her thighs. She didn't want to seem turned on to this fat man, but her body was betraying her.

"Ummm," he said. "You must like that. You're getting a little wet between your legs."

She got his zipper undone and she reached inside his trousers for his fat prick. He was huge. She couldn't believe it. A fat man with a really fat prick!

She knew she had lost the battle to keep from being turned on. She was already imagining what that big prick was going to feel like.

"God, you're nice," he said. "You're so soft and silken and you feel so good. I bet you can really throw a fuck at a man."

He continued to talk softly to her, using all the dirty words he knew.

She tried to ignore his voice as she concentrated on his beautiful prick. She slipped it out of his trousers and gave it an admiring glance.

He really did have a beautiful cock, capped with a monstrous red crown that already glistened with a spot of white. She wrapped her hot fingers around the stem and started to massage him. She felt his excitement and his impatience. He was ready to fuck her.

"Where?" she asked.

"Bend over the desk," he said. "That's how I like it. With your ass in the air and that beautiful cunt-hole just waiting for my cock. But give it a little kiss first."

She bent her head and touched her tongue to the tip of his cock. She tasted his salty jism. She opened her lips and captured the crown of his beautiful cock in her mouth. He gave a low moan.

"Ahhh shit," he groaned. "Ahh, that's fine. Run your mouth up and down my cock."

She didn't want him to come before she was able to get that beautiful cock in her cunt, but she remembered that she was getting paid for this. She wasn't supposed to get a lot of pleasure from it.

She opened her lips wider and took the stem of his cock into her throat. She felt the huge cock-head expanding inside her throat and she knew he was going to come.

He surprised her. He jerked his cock back at the last moment.

"On the desk," he said. "I want you up on the goddamned desk. Now!"

His voice had grown rougher and she thought she understood why. He was one of those men who wanted to see women humiliated. Perhaps his wife gave him a hard time at home and he took it out on the women he hired.

She really wasn't in a position to mind anything he wanted to do.

She allowed herself to be pushed into the position that he wanted her in. She was face down on the desk, her titties mashed flat by the cold metal. She felt his hand stroking her hair.

"Bitch," he said softly. "This is where all you bitches belong. With your cunt in the air waiting for a cock. A hard cock. My hard cock!"

She felt his huge cock poke her buttocks. He grasped it and placed the large head at the entrance to her cunt.

"Now you're going to get it," he said savagely. "Now you're going to really get fucked."

She played along with his game, knowing almost by instinct what he wanted her to say.

"Oh no," she said. "Don't hurt me. Don't put that big thing in me.

It'll kill me!"

"Bitch," he said, his voice growing even harsher. "You're going to learn a lesson."

He gave a shove and his large cock went tearing savagely into her cunt. He was so big that he hurt her. She tried to escape his painful invasion but there was no way she could escape. He grabbed her behind the neck with one hand and a handful of her hair with his other.

He held her like that as he began a rapid in-and-out fucking of her cunt.

"Bitch," he said softly with each deep thrust.

In a few moments the pain went away and she began to get well lubricated. She felt her nipples grow hard and she started to enjoy his rough fucking. It was not the sort of thing she would enjoy all the time, but now it was exciting.

"Oh Jesus," he said. "I can't control it any more. I'm going to flood your cunt, bitch! I'm going to pour it into your cunt."

He gave a loud groan and she felt his cum pouring into her. It was like someone had opened the floodgates. She kept feeling him grow and spurt into her until she wondered where it was all coming from.

Finally he was done. He gave a sigh and she felt his cock escaping from her wet cunt. She was still horny but there was nothing she could do. She had just been getting warmed up when he came.

He grabbed her by the back of her head and turned her around.

"On your knees," he said. "Clean me off."

She sighed in resignation as she dropped to her knees and took his limp cock between her lips. She very carefully licked him clean before she stuffed his prick back into his trousers.

"That's all," he said.

She knew she was being dismissed like he would dismiss any secretary.

She nodded. She was still horny and angry at his attitude. This was actually the first time she really felt like a whore. She had been used and dismissed.

She stood up. She picked her clothes up from the floor and dressed hurriedly. He was sitting back down at his desk when she left.

Sheriff Henry Gilbert was confused and angry. He had always prided himself on knowing everything that went on in his town. He knew who was fucking whose wife, and he used his knowledge to good advantage.

Sheriff Gilbert dabbled in a little blackmail on the side. He kept the county pretty clean except for those few prostitutes who paid him to stay in business.