Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

"N-no. No, Fred!" she cried as she felt the blunt-tipped staff of flesh suddenly ram up inside her, sliding powerfully forward until it scraped against her cervix. He'd never gone this far inside her before… it was too much! She couldn't stand it.

But the outraged young husband's strength was overpowering, and his thumbs pried her naked ass-cheeks wider and wider apart as he jerked his cock inside her hotly throbbing cunt. Her struggles only seemed to excite him more as her vaginal muscles involuntarily clasped and unclasped around the throbbing organ which bulged and grew inside her like an organism with a life of its own.

Her humiliation was beyond belief. She was kneeling before him like a servile slave, cringing and submitting to his depraved desires. Her face was flushed, her lush red hair swept over her back and shoulders as her head bobbed from side to side. Her arms strained against the carpet as she tried to support herself from the cruel thrusts he was making into her belly. It was vile, obscene, but there was no way to escape. Oh God! What had come over him? Why was her own husband doing this to her?

Behind her, Fred's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as he watched his wetly glistening penis disappear into the heated depths of her cringing little cunt. His excitement mounted, his body was alive and tense with savage feeling, his muscles quivering as he strained to give her the fucking of her life. The ragged pink edges of her vaginal lips clung to his thick shaft on the outstroke and then it disappeared back inside the hair-lined little opening as he rammed hard into her, bringing cries of impassioned ecstasy from her throat. His balls were aching and crying out for relief, and his hips slammed tight against her wildly churning buttocks, jerking her forward as his hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips, holding her fast to his loins.

Bending forward over her, he reached down and seized her heavily swaying breasts, cupping and squeezing their soft warm resiliency in his hands until he brought cries of protest from her throat. Goddamn, she was a sexy little bitch and he wanted to pump his sperm as far up into her belly as it could go. He pulled her back tight against him as he pistoned his pulsating hardness inside her tight cunt passage. He was almost there as he began bucking and thrusting like a stallion now, gritting his teeth together, his face grimacing as low moans of anguished pleasure burst from his throat.

Dinah was whining and mewling before him, but he couldn't think about whether he was hurting her now or not. His mind had been taken over completely by his body, and he was a naked animal jerking and humping with an instinctive passion below the ripe white buttocks before him.

In spite of her shame and humiliation, Dinah could feel him penetrating deeper and deeper into the innermost regions of her cunt, making her whole body twitch and throb with an uncontrollable passion. She moaned and babbled, shaking her head from side to side, grinding her hands into the carpet. Her buttocks bucked back against his groin, her stomach trembled, and she let her legs slide wider and wider apart. It will be over soon, she kept telling herself… all the pain and humiliation will be gone. But still she could feel tremulous jolts of pleasure coursing all through every nerve ending, and the horrible thought came to her that she was actually enjoying being used as a slut.

He was fucking faster and faster, his huge male organ throbbing and jerking, and suddenly he threw his head back, uttering a deep, desperate groan as his penis flexed and began spitting long hot jets of cum into the kneeling young wife's hotly clasping pussy. She jerked and twisted her ass-cheeks in teasingly rotating circles, trying to capture every last ounce of sperm that he was pumping into her. Her buttocks slammed against his stomach as he rocketed hot quick shots of cum far up inside her.

"Whew!" he breathed finally. "That was wild. Jesus, that was wild."

Dinah collapsed on the carpet flat on her stomach, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. Her breasts and nipples ached from the intensity of her husband's manipulations, and her vagina throbbed from his battering-ram thrusts. Though not really angry, she was puzzled by her husband's insensitive animalistic treatment of her, and especially by the fact that he seemed to have enjoyed what he had done. But how could she protest? She was his wife, and it was her duty to please him.

Still, it was unfair of him to force her to do something that she felt was dirty, even immoral. Had he really been so bored with her that he had to insist on perverted things like what he had just done?

She turned over on her back, lying alongside him.

"Fred… why did you want me to do it that way?"

Her husband grinned contentedly.

"We just needed something different, that's all. Variety's the spice of life, isn't it?"

He glided his hand along the curve of her lips one last time, letting it linger for a moment, and then he got up and headed into the bathroom. So, he really was bored with her, she said to herself. She felt miserable now, being blatantly used as a sex object and then being told that all along she'd been inadequate for his needs. God, what would he make her do next?

Wearily she pondered her disillusionment with her husband and then let herself drift off to sleep on the soft comfortable rug.

Dinah could barely conceal her nervousness as she stood in the hallway of the Benton Research Center and knocked timidly on the door marked "Director." Around her, trim-looking research workers in white coats and carrying clipboards were busily scurrying to and fro with purposeful expressions on their faces. It was nearly nine, time for her rendezvous with Dr. Ralph Tomley, and she certainly hoped he wouldn't have forgotten about it. Why should he, though, Dinah wondered. After all, she had called him the previous day and he seemed quite enthused about her coming to work for him.

As she looked at the efficient, crisp-looking people passing by, she felt somewhat out of place and yet anxious to be a part of their world.

After all, she had been an honors student in biology and was perfectly capable of getting a Master's degree herself. Who knows, she thought, maybe this job might lead somewhere, even if it was just an administrative position.

"Well, hello there, Mrs. Peterson," a deep voice boomed from behind her. "I see you're right on schedule."

Spinning around, she nearly crashed into the broad, imposing figure of Dr. Ralph Tomley, who greeted her with a rugged smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You startled me. I thought you would be inside your office."

"I was just heading there," he said jovially, swinging the door open and letting her enter. She went in halfway, waiting for him to follow, but for some reason he lingered right where he was, and in a second, Dinah could see why. He was gazing at a tall shapely female researcher heading down the corridor in his direction.

The girl was wearing dark-frame glasses and her dark hair was tied back in a bun. As she passed in front of the director, Ralph Tomley reached out and grasped one of her buttocks, a playful grin on his face. Dinah was startled that the director of the Benton Institute would do something like that, but she was even more startled, when the girl turned around and chuckled playfully.

"Doctor, not this early in the morning."

"I always like a little desert before I eat breakfast," he grinned, and then turned to usher Dinah inside.

"Wonderful girl," Tomley said appreciatively as he strode over to his desk, oblivious to the shocked look on Dinah's face. "She's got a body like a call girl and a brain like Einstein."

My God, Dinah thought, maybe I have made a mistake. Maybe Fred was right about Tomley being an old lecher who would chase me around the desk all day. How could a responsible scientist be so intimate with one of his researchers? It just wasn't right.