Heather Brown - Door to door wife

"I'm going to shove my cock up your ass in one big thrust," he announced. "No pussy-footing around today, Debbie. I want the whole thing at once. Every Goddamn inch up your tight, little ass. I hope you're ready for me, like the good little wife you're supposed to be."

What I was ready to do was run screaming out of the room.

However, in actuality, my innate response was as impractical a fantasy as any girlhood dream to become the queen of the movie stars. Loyal wives have no decisions to make, I was certain, they just do what their husbands order.

If Fred wanted to fuck me jib the ass, our marriage contract guaranteed him the right to do it.

And if he wanted to do it brutally, that was his prerogative too… a prerogative he seemed certain to exercise if his excited snorting was any criterion.

"Oh, yes," he confirmed my worst suspicions, "I'm going to really hurt you this time. Hurt you the way I know you women love it. Hurt you so good, you'll be screaming. And when you're screaming for mercy, I know you'll really be screaming for more… Don't worry, Debbie, if there's one thing I understand it's women. Especially the woman that's lucky enough to be my wife."

Incredible, isn't it? But even though I was shaking with fear, I was convinced he was right.

Here I was the wife of a successful professional man, with two lovely children, living in a beautiful home in the suburbs. Isn't that what every woman dreamed of?

I had to like it. Had to.

Had to welcome whatever my husband threw my way, or I might lose it all. After all, I couldn't shake the memory of what had happened to Fred's first wife.

"Go ahead," I forced myself to say. "Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass."

"First you've got to tell me how much you want it," he taunted me.

"Oh, I want it," I lied. "Jesus, how I want it."

"What do you want?" he pointedly asked, obviously fishing for a compliment.

"Your big, strong cock," I met his need. "When it's inside me it feels like I'm being fucked by every prick in the world all at once. Only you know how to fuck me, Fred… please fuck me in the ass."

"Very good," he evaluated my performance. "Now let me at that tight, red hole."

All of a sudden I felt like a piece of shishkebob as he skewered me. Even though there wasn't a drop of lubrication, his cock surged to the hilt up my asshole. Before I knew it, his balls were lodged between my buns, while the head of his prick flirted with a knot of hot slit at the mouth of my colon.

Grunting like an enraged bull, Fred grabbed me around the waist in order to secure a lock on his penetration. Then he started manipulating my hips to achieve maximum friction, swiveling the barbed end of his dick like a corkscrew into my bowels.

"Tell me how much it hurts," he said gleefully. "I like to be kept up to date on what I'm doing to you."

That was one request with which it was easy to comply. "God, you're killing me," I moaned. "It feels like you're splitting me in two."

"In other words, you love it," he cackled. "And all you want is more."

"Yes," I lied. "It hurts so good."

That gave him the incentive to redouble his bucking thrusts. Whamming away, he seemed to fill my lower intestine with his battering cock. I would have pains in my lower abdomen for days.

As he fucked away in my ass, his hands left my hips and started to roam. One of them seized my breasts, squeezing them together so he could pinch both of my nipples together. The other found my cunt as his fingers balled into a fist and punched bruisingly inside.

"Fist-fuck me," I hypocritically picked up the cue. "Beat my pussy silly."

I gasped with pain as the manacle of his knuckles powered against my tender cervix. The impact registered up through my womb, and all the way to my kidneys. My ovaries felt as though they were ringing like bells.

I didn't want to be in agony. Truthfully, I wished I could be coming. But the fact was that I felt like a torture victim.

And like any torture victim, I had no choice but to give in to the demands of my tormentor if I was ever to be released.

So, instead of pleading with Fred to stop, I begged him to give me more and more punishment. "Make my tits black and blue!" I cried. "Bruise my pussy! Make my asshole bleed like a spigot!"

Chortling evilly like a Nazi with Moses in his clutches, Fred gleefully committed every atrocity I had been forced through wifely duty to plead for. Pretty soon my nipples were like squashed strawberries… the inside of my cunt like raw hamburger… the tunnel of my ass no longer unlubricated because it was seeping fresh, sticky blood.

My response was one long whimper of abject pain. Needless to say, Fred regarded that as proof that he had lived up to his masculine capabilities, and now he was ready to come.

Of course I wanted him to ejaculate. Once the sperm was out, he'd finally have to stop fucking me.

But the trick was, naturally, that I had to beg for it.

"Come in me!" I forced myself to implore. "Fill my ass with your hot, sticky jizz!"

That seemed to make his cock grow an extra inch up my shit-pit. And his balls singed the tender inner cheeks of my ass like they were glowing embers of charcoal.

"Now! Now! Now! Now!" I chanted at the top of my lungs. "Please come in me! I can't wait any longer!"

At least I was telling the truth for the first time. The splashing of his wet spunk in the inferno of my rectum would hopefully have the same result as a battalion of firehoses turned loose on a four-alarm blaze.

Wiggling my ass to make him do it, I put everything I had in drawing forth his jism. I worked my anal sphincter like a whipsaw, wringing his prick like a washrag to get at its moisture.

Then, suddenly, his hard-on seemed to come apart in my shit-pit. Fragments of molten cum exploded every which way, pulling the narrow tunnel in a dozen different directions at once. For a few seconds there my asshole was just as wide an orifice as my cunt.

As the cum rushed in a torrent up my ass, Fred's fist managed one last devastating sock within my pussy. At the same time he twisted both of lily nipples at once so they were on the verge of coming off like buttons on a shirt.

And all I could say was, "I love it… oh, God, I love it."

"I knew you would," Fred answered smugly, pulling his prick from my asshole and dribbling the last of his cream across my back. "I mean, after all, if a woman can't satisfy her husband, what the hell else is she good for?"

I just nodded my head in dumb agreement, and then collapsed in a heap.

The next morning, Fred was hardly out of the door when my mind immediately returned to the newspaper clipping I'd stashed under the towels. Running into the bathroom, I heard my heart pounding in my ears as I extracted the ad with a trembling hand and read it all over again.

The ad seemed to be specifically addressed to me. To be honest, I was full of questions about sex. I had a ton of them.

I knew that sex between human beings was obviously intended by Nature for something beyond the begetting of children, but, on the other hand, I couldn't decide exactly what. If it was supposed to be an expression of love, then why did I experience such fear and pain when my husband was putting it to me?

I knew that as a normal woman and a devoted wife I should look forward to and enjoy sex with my mate. Yet, with each passing day I dreaded it more.

Maybe, it occurred to me, I really wasn't the person I assumed I was.

All of a sudden the normality I had always taken for granted was under siege. Self-doubt started to consume me on the spot like a flame licking up a piece of dry parchment.

"No… no," I tried to verbally rein myself under control. "I'm a good person. A devoted housewife. After all, I cook for Fred. I'm a good mother to his children. Keep the house clean. Don't go over my grocery budget. What more could a man want?"