J Watson: The wife_s wild urge

Brad Conners walked around the counter and put the dinner in front of her. "You know something. You talk pretty nasty for a lady who couldn't keep her husband at home. How come he left you? Did he find some stuff he liked better?"

"That's none of your damned business," she answered.

She didn't want him to see her crying but she felt tears stinging at her eyes. She could hardly see to find the money she had tucked down into her purse. Finally she found it. She took the money out and tried to hand it to him but he wasn't paying any attention.

She suddenly realized that he had backed her against the counter. He had his fat arms on both sides of her and she couldn't slip away. He smelled of sweat and meat. His eyes had an angry glint as he pushed his body closer to hers.

"Here's your money," she whispered.

"I don't want your money, baby," he said. He started stroking her soft black hair. She jerked her head away. He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back again. It hurt! "You don't need money in here anymore."

"Let me go," she said.

"You hurt my feelings," he told her. "I was trying to be nice and you hurt my feelings."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"That won't do. You're going to have to make it up to me."

She was suddenly very frightened. There was not much chance that anyone was going to be coming into the store this late in the day. Everyone knew that Conners closed his store on the dot. And nobody would be missing her. She was starting to realize that she was at this man's mercy. "I have a cot in the back," he said.

"You must be crazy," she said.

He put his arms around her. She struggled but she was no match for him. He crushed her tight against his chest. She felt his fat hands stroking her back. She thought she was going to be sick as his hands slipped down her back and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. She couldn't escape from those hands. She had never hated a man's touch so much, but he wouldn't release her.

"You feel real nice," he said. "Just like a woman should. You know, I've always wanted to feel your ass!"

"Let me go," she said.

"Baby," he said. There was the sudden sound of a threat in his voice. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now, doing it the hard way might get you hurt. Bad hurt. And nobody's going to care."

What he said was true. She could fight him and he would end up getting what he wanted anyway. Only she would suffer more. A big man like Conners might hurt her worse than he intended. He might break something or ruin her looks. Lynn knew she was going to be on her own for a long while. If she wanted to find a new husband, she had to use what she had. Few men would want to marry a woman who had a broken nose and all her teeth missing.

"All right," Lynn agreed. "I won't fight you. I don't want you to hurt me."

"Now you're being smart," he said.

His face was full of anticipation as he went to lock his door and pull the closed sign down. Lynn didn't try to escape. She had told him the truth. She would give him what he wanted. She was too frightened of him.

He nodded and she followed him into the dark room behind the grocery store. Lynn felt a cold chill go up her spine as she looked around the dingy looking room. There was a cot. A metal thing with a dirty yellow mattress. She didn't want this. Not with this ugly man in this dirty room. There was no way she could get out of it.

She was facing the cot and he came up behind her and put his arms around her. He pulled her back against his body. His hands roamed all over her body. She shivered as his fingers found her tits. He started massaging the creamy mounds. She thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to jerk away, but she didn't dare. She didn't want to do anything that would make him angry.

"These are nice," he said, as he played with her tits. "Real nice. I've always wanted to play with tits like yours."

He pulled at her blouse. She felt the air touching her bare belly. He pulled her blouse until it was up around her neck. He cupped her tits again, and this time there was nothing but her bra between the searing heat of his fingers. She tried not to feel anything. She tried to think of other things. But it was no use. Her round melon tits were the most sensitive part of her. She couldn't hide the fact that her tits were swelling against her bra, threatening to pop the material at any second.

"Well," Brad said. "You're not as cold a bitch as you're always trying to make out. You like to have your tits played with."

He let her go. She was surprised. But he wasn't stopping. Instead he turned her around. His big eyes grew bigger as he stared at her twin mounds. He licked his lips and she was reminded of an animal getting ready to feast.

"Take it all off," he said. "I want to see what you've got."

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra and let her big tits spill out of the cups. She dropped the bra on the floor. She tried not to think about his eyes as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing her panties and shoes and she stopped before she went any farther. She didn't have the courage to pull her panties down her legs.

"All of it," he said, "or are you waiting on me to do it for you?"

She didn't want him doing it. Very quickly she stripped the flimsy panties down her gorgeous long legs and dropped them into the floor. She felt his eyes burning holes in her body. She raised her head and found him staring at the bushy black triangle between her legs. He rubbed the front of his trousers and she saw the thick bulge already formed.

"Baby," he said. "You are something else. Turn around slow. Let me look at that beautiful ass of yours!"

She did a slow turn for him, and all the time she could feel her face blushing hotly. She felt like a slave on the auction block and Brad was deciding if he wanted to buy her. He made her turn around two more times and all the time he licked his lips.

"You're a damn fine piece of ass," Brad said.

The next time she turned completely around and stopped. Brad had taken his trousers and shorts down. She was startled by the thick piece of meat that stood up between his legs. It was long and thick and had deep blue veins on the bloated cockhead. His fat cock reminded her of him.

"Now you just bend over the cot, baby," he told her. "I want you to just reach over and grab hold. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy doggie style."

She turned again and bent over from the waist. She felt wicked as she held onto the cot. She knew that he could see everything she had, and it was such a shameful position. She felt so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, to keep him from using her just as he desired.

"You're a sweet looking piece," he said softly. He walked up behind her. She felt his fat cockhead rubbing wetly against her creamy thighs. "I don't believe I've ever had any pussy that looked as good as yours. I wonder how you feel?"

Brad took his prick in his hand. He pushed his bloated cockhead against her gash. He began rubbing his prickhead up and down in her hot pussy. He felt her shiver. He knew she might hate him, but she was having trouble hating his fat cock.

"I'm going to give it to you good," Brad told her. "I'm going to shove my meat right up your snatch!"

He had already gotten her juicy enough. He pushed his cockhead into her pussy and then slammed forward brutally. His thick filled up her pussy and made her squeal.

"How does that feel, cunt?" Brad asked her. "That really fills up your cunt, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she admitted. "It does! It fills me up!"

She heard Brad laughing as he pulled his cock half out of her tight cunt, and then slammed it back into her again. She didn't want to feel anything, but his cock was so big and fat. When he shoved it into her, she could feel her hard little clit rubbing against it. It sent delicious shivers up and down her spine.