Bob Wallace - Hot willing housewife

Hank watched the gorgeous blonde through the glass front. Jessica gave the mechanic a friendly kiss. Hank groaned. He was sure she had given the mechanic's cock a squeeze.

"Damn! She is one horny bitch!" Hank climbed quickly into the back of Jessica's car and hugged the floor.

Jessica strolled outside, got behind the wheel. She sat for a moment, her blue eyes glancing at the clock on the dash. Roger should be home now. I guess it's time to bring everything out into the open, she said to herself.

Jessica headed for home. Revenge had been sweet, but it wasn't the kind of life she was interested in. Mentally, she crossed her fingers, hoping that their marriage could be saved.

She sniffed the air in the car. It smelled like beer! The hair on the back of her neck bristled.

When Jessica stopped at the intersection, Hank made his presence known. He sat up. "Hi, baby."

Jessica's heart leaped for her throat. Her eyes found the image of Hank in the mirror. "Who… who… are you? What are you doing in my car?" She began to shake.

"I'm a friend, baby," Hank grunted. "With a nice hard cock."

"Get out of my car! Get out now!"

He leaned over the front seat. His callused hand went to her slender throat. "Shut up. I know all about you. I saw you with the mechanic. You're cock crazy and I got one you'll love."

Tears welled in her eyes as terror gripped her. His fingers were digging into her throat. "You're hurting me," she rasped. "Let me go!"

He brought his other hand around and cupped one of her tits. "I'll let you go when I'm ready. Now, make a right turn or I'll break your fuckin' neck."

Frightened out of her skull, Jessica obeyed. Slowly, choking back her tears, she drove where he wanted. The stench of his beer breath nauseated her.

As she drove, Hank mauled one pulpy tit. "You got nice tits, lady. What's your name?" He squeezed hard, letting her know that he expected an answer.

"It's Jessica," she gasped. She winced. "You're hurting me," she repeated.

His vise-like fingers kneaded her tit. "Turn at the corner."

Jessica hoped that before anything could happen, she would have the opportunity to escape.

His hand dipped into her summer top and pawed the bare flesh of her tit. "I can't wait to see them," Hank said in a coarse voice. His hands were rough against her silky-smooth skin.

His cock was giving him a great deal of pain-passion cramps. "Turn into that alley," he ordered gruffly.

Sickened, Jessica did as she was told, stopping a few feet before the bumper hit a stone wall deep in the alley. "Please," she said, "let me go."

"After I get a little of what you were giving the mechanic back at the garage."

Jessica was ashamed. Revenge had led her to this.

Hank released his grip on her throat and tit. "C'mon back here, baby. And don't try anything funny."

Jessica heaved a frightened sigh. This was her chance! In a quick move, she leaped out of the car. She stumbled in her high-heels, caught her balance, and dashed for the street.

"Rotten bitch," Hank grumbled, throwing open the back door. He took off after her. His long strides caught her at the mouth of the alley. Powerful bulky arms grabbed her.

"Help!" Jessica screamed loudly. No one heard. Jessica kicked and struggled.

A hand clamped over her screaming mouth. Hank lifted her and carried her back into the depths of the shadowy alley.

Clutching her fighting body with one strong arm, Hank opened the back door to her car. As if she were a puppet, he tossed her into the back seat.

Jessica grunted as she hit the seat. Scrambling, her hand on the door handle, she quickly scooted out the other side.

Hank laughed. He went around the rear of the car, blocking her way. "If you didn't want to fuck in the car, why didn't you say so?"

"You bastard!" she spat, backing up. After a few steps, her back was flush against the stone wall. There was nowhere else to go.

Fingers spanning a bulging tit, Hank squeezed. "You got a great-looking body, baby."

Clawing his arms, Jessica shouted, "Don't touch me!"

"Owww," Hank bellowed, snapping his arm away. Her scratching nails had drawn blood. It enraged him. In an outrage of anger, he slapped her hard across the face. "Bitch! Whore!"

Palm at her inflamed check, Jessica cringed against the wall. Tears obscured her vision. "You bastard!"

"Anymore of that shit, I'll rearrange your face!"

Large burly hands grabbed Jessica's flimsy summer top and pulled. The material ripped. Plump tits stared him in the face. He grinned sadistically, eyeing her bared tits.

"No!" she sobbed, arms futilely trying to hide herself from his dirty leer.

Hank just stared, enjoying the jiggling meat of her tits as she tried to hide them. "Put your arms down and let me get a good look."

"No!" Sobbing, she attempted to pull the torn material over her jiggling tit-flesh.

Grabbing her slim wrists, Hank yanked her arms down. "Don't move."

Jessica froze in complete terror. Her bottom lip quivered. Her legs were shaking.

He released her wrists and grabbed her tits. His blunt fingers kneaded her tits harshly. Dragging his hand down her body, he latched his fingers in her shorts and slammed her body into his hard frame.

Her mouth opened in surprise at the sudden move. Jessica gasped in revulsion. Involuntarily, she struggled as his beer-stenched mouth went to her trembling soft lips.

One hand on the back of her neck, Hank held her tight against him, still kissing her unresponsive mouth. His other arm went around her waist, crushing her soft belly into his hard cock. Her perfume inflamed his senses, her soft twisting body inflamed his groin.

She tried to knee him between the legs, but he blocked her feeble attacks. He grabbed a fistful of thick blonde hair and yanked.

She screamed. Her face was reddened with fear. He was breathing his sour breath into her face.

Hank's hand twisted in her hair. He glared into her terror-filled eyes and grinned. "Stop fighting, bitch. Or you'll get hurt," he warned.

It felt like he was ripping her hair out by the roots. "Okay, okay," she cried.

His hand released her tangled mass of hair. "No funny business."

Tears streaming, she nodded, suffering the humiliation of his pawing fingers.

He kneaded her body, feeding on her sobbing terror. He squeezed her tits, he pinched the nipples. "Am I getting you hot, baby?" he growled sadistically.

"Please let me go." She turned her head away. She didn't want to see his face. Her eyes closed tight.

"You don't really want to go. You're just too shy to admit you like it."

"You're wrong," she cried. "I just want to go home."

"You can go home after you get aquatinted with my cock." His laugh was crude, dirty. He yanked her by the arm back to her car.

Gripping her tight, he sat on the hood of her car.

"Wh… what are you going to do?"

"Nothing you won't enjoy." He twisted her arm. "Takeout my cock."

"No," she whimpered, shaking her head.

He twisted her arm again. "Do it, or I'll break it!"

"Owww!" she screeched. With her free hand, she fumbled with the zipper on his dirty jeans.

"See how anxious you are?" he snickered, twisting her arm and watching her wince in pain.

Through tear-blurred eyes, she watched her hand pull down his zipper. The thought of going inside and touching his cock made her sick.

"Don't be bashful. You weren't shy with the mechanic." He laughed. "Take out my cock. You'll love it."

His smile nauseated her. She cringed. Violently, she shook her head.

A quick wrench of the arm told her who was boss. "Owww!" she cried. The pain seared up through her shoulder. Quavering in sheer fright, she delved inside his pants. Her fingers latched around his thick bulbous prick.