J Watson - Eager beaver housewife

She tried to twist away from him, but he was very strong and he wasn't going to let her go. He kept the pressure up against her asshole. She kept twisting and turning until it felt, as if he had shoved fire into her asshole.

"You're hurting me," she whispered. "Oh, don't do that! You're hurting me."

"Shut up, bitch," Stuart said.

He kept pressing his ass against her until his prickhead fucked a little deeper into her asshole. She started moving around again, but she realized that was making him even hotter. His prick slipped even deeper into her asshole every time she moved.

"Please stop," she whispered. "Oh, stop!"

He wasn't going to stop. Not this time. He kept a good grasp on her as he working his prick into her asshole. Finally, he gave one last hard thrust and his prick fucked into her all the way. There was no way she could cope from the heat of his cock.

"I'm going to buck your hot ass off, baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!"

He waited until she got a little more to the feel of his cock in her asshole. Then he gently started fucking his prick in and out of her ass. At first it hurt like hell. The pain was about to make her pass out.

He kept fucking his prick in and out of her asshole until slit was getting used to it.

"Yeah, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you like it. I'm going to make you like it!"

He reached around and found her pussy. He fucked a finger into her cunt and started moving it around. He pushed another finger inside her pussy. She started moving her ass back against his prick.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said. "I'm going to make you like it. I'm going to make you fucking love it!"

Another finger slithered into her cunt and he started fucking his fingers in and out of her pussy with the same quick rhythm he was using to fuck her ass. His big balls slapped her asscheeks savagely.

"I'm going to fuck your ass off," he said. "I'm going to fuck your hot ass off!"

He began trying. He started fucking his cock into her asshole as hard as he could. His fingers stabbed into her pussy with the same quick rhythm. He started fucking her even harder. His big prickhead was stabbing even deeper into her asshole. He had known what he was doing, because now she could feel a growing excitement. It was like having two cocks fucking her at once.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck your ass off!"

He started slamming his prick into her asshole as hard as he could. His prickhead was deep in her belly. His heavy balls kept slapping her again and again.

"Move that fucking ass for me, baby," he groaned. "Move that fucking ass for me!"

She started pushing her ass back against him as hard as she could. She no longer tried to get away from him. She was enjoying his fucking cock. She was loving it. She could feel her belly trembling in excitement. She started pushing back against him even harder.

"I'm going to come," she whispered. "I'm going to fucking come. It feels good. It does feel good. I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it feels nice. It feels fucking nice. Shiiiit!"

She was coming violently. She was rubbing her clit against his fingers as the wild jolts of pleasure rocked her again and again. She felt his prick getting bigger inside her asshole. She knew her ass was going to be sore, but she didn't care. She wanted his cum inside her.

"Come in me," she whispered. "I want your cum!"

He began to ram even harder. He was fucking his prick so far inside her asshole that it made her hurt again. His prick was getting bigger. She began to move faster.

"Bitch," Stuart moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come in your ass. I'm going to fucking come. I'm going to fill your hot ass. Oh, fuuuck!"

He fucked into her one last time and his jism started spurting inside her. His cum spurted again and again and it filled up her asshole. She could feel jism leaking out of the sides of her ass. She moved against him again and again until she had drained his balls completely dry.

"There, baby," Stuart said. "I told you that I would show you a few new things tonight."

She hadn't realized how really new they would be.

It had been stupid to go to Stuart Janet realized it now, but also she knew that she couldn't stay away. She belonged to the handsome, wicked man body and soul. She had driven home the night before and her body had ached with what had been done to it. Yet, she knew she couldn't stay away. She would keep going back to him if he desired her.

She had cried herself to sleep. She was sick and ashamed of what had been done. She knew that she would have told Bob the truth if he had been home that night. She would have told the truth to anyone who would have listened. She was just so eaten up with guilt.

She felt a little steadier the next morning. Bob was due home in a few hours and she knew she was going to have to get control of herself. She was putting off making decisions.

She took a long hot shower that morning. She fixed herself an early-morning cocktail. She finished it and was thinking about another when she heard someone at the front door. She had gotten up and started for the front door when the bell rang. She opened the door and found Stuart on her front porch. Her first thought was to slam the door. Stuart had another man with him. He looked like an accountant.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I was doing some business this morning and thought about you," Stuart said. "I thought I'd came over for a blow-job."

She couldn't believe she had heard him right. She stared at him with a shocked expression as Stuart pushed her into the house. He went to the kitchen. He saw what she was drinking and he frowned.

"Fix us some coffee," he said. "I have a few more things to go over and then you can serve me."

"I'm not scene kind of whore," she said. "I don't just serve you, as you put it."

"Do what you're told, baby," Stuart said. "You belong to me now and you fucking know it."

She stood there a few moments longer and she wanted to protest. There were tears burning at her eyes. She wanted to stop this from happening. Instead, she turned around and walked into the kitchen, where she made the coffee.

Stuart was sitting on the couch talking to his accountant. He ignored her as she put down the coffee. He picked up a cup and sipped it but he still ignored her.

"Damn," he said. "I'm doing a lot better than I thought I would be this time last year."

"You've got talent," his accountant said. "Lots of talent. Well, that's about it."

"All right," Stuart said. "You can shove off. I've got business here."

"I can see what kind of business," the accountant said with a smirk.

At that moment Janet thought she hated Stuart, and she hated the accountant. She felt ashamed of herself. She was like a zombie as she showed the accountant out. She walked back into the living room. Stuart had finished his coffee.

"Let's go upstairs," Stuart said.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "You just can't come walking in here and do whatever you want. I'm a decent woman."

"You're a cunt," Stuart said. "You're a cunt who is available whenever I want her. I know what you are, bitch. I know exactly what you are. Let's cut out the fucking nonsense and go upstairs."

"No," she whispered.

Stuart got up. He walked across the room and she suddenly knew what was going to happen. She didn't have time to duck as he slapped her hard across her face. She was dazed for a moment.

"Get the fuck upstairs," he said. "I don't have time for this fucking nonsense. Get the fuck upstairs, bitch."

"Yes, sir," she said.

She knew she couldn't refuse. She turned and walked upstairs and she knew he was right behind her. Her heart was pounding. She kept thinking she couldn't behave this way. Yet, she tugged it down. She slid her hand inside and started touching his bare cock. He wasn't wearing shorts.