Unckown: The Willing Mrs. Talbot

The young man staring at her twisted his face up into a mask of distaste. "Well, for God's sake, knock it off," he said impatiently. "You don't have time to play with yourself, we have to get ready for the old man's party."

Maggie laughed, her voice rich and melodic, sending a stab of painful regret into her, husband's groin. She grinned at him, shaking her head and chuckling softly.

"Well, my dearest," she sighed contentedly. "If you would only give me a hand, here, I could take care of business so quickly!"

"Come on, Maggie," Dashiell Talbot groaned in weariness. "You know I don't like to mess around in this place."

He stepped over to where his wife lay and pulled her hand away from her trembling, enticing mound. He could see the glistening of the thick, creamy love juice that coated the hair of her hillock, and his prick trembled with agony behind his robe.

"Now stop it, baby, I mean it," he whispered in a husky voice. "Winston and Nola are right next door, they might hear you!"

"Ohh, Dash, let them listen," she moaned, reaching up and tugging on the belt to her husband's robe. "Who cares if they hear! They might learn something!"

"She could see her husband's cock, throbbing a bit between his hairy thighs and she giggled as she cupped his balls in her smooth, warm palm. "I can see I've aroused some interest, here," she laughed once more. "No matter what you pretend, my darling! These little nuggets don't lie!"

Growling, Dash pushed her away once more. "God damn it, Maggie, I mean it," he snarled again. "Now get in there and take your shower, I don't want to be late!"

"Ohh, the hell with the God damn party," she hissed back at him. She clutched at his thighs then, pulling her face to his groin. "I want you, Dash, and I need you, right now! What's more important to you, damn it?"

Dashiell Talbot felt his wife's lips against his balls, her sweet, pink tongue lathering the hairy sack, hungrily. He groaned thickly, the pleasure suddenly roaring through his flesh, making his cock grow thick and hard against her cheek.

"Damn you, damn all of you," he moaned, twisting to free himself from his wife's eager grip. "Why can't you leave me alone!"

"I won't leave you alone, darling," Maggie murmured, kissing and licking his shaft, greedily, now. "You are my only love, my true darling, I want you, more than anything else on earth!"

She tried to take his cock in her mouth, now, but he cocked his hand and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to one side. She gasped with the blow, the impact still stinging in her cheek as he glared down at her.

"I mean it, damn you," he hissed almost breathlessly. "I'm not in the mood for this. It's hard enough being here as it is, without having you pawing all over me!"

"What's the matter with you, Dash?" she growled back at him. "What has gotten into you, lately? Are you afraid of me or something?"

Dashiell Talbot laughed nervously, backing away from the bed, shaking his head. "Of course not, I just don't like being vulgar, that's all," he said, weakly. "I just think there's a time and place for everything."

Maggie Talbot climbed off the bed, now, her cheek warm and still ringing with the memory of his slap. She followed him as he backed away from her, almost as if he were in retreat from her passion.

"Time and place?" she laughed bitterly. "I wonder when that might be, since you haven't found either for the last three months! Ever since that last time we stayed here, you have been cold as ice, now tell me why?"

Dashiell Talbot turned his head to avoid her glaring, demanding gaze. He slipped quickly out of his robe and pulled a pair of under shorts over his hips. "I've been working hard, Maggie, you know that."

"Not that hard, Dash," she countered quickly. "And that's no reason anyway. I work just as hard as you do, and it seems it hasn't dulled my passion, any."

"I don't want to go into it right now, Maggie," he whispered coldly. "I have too much on my mind, damn it."

He reached for his trousers, but the young woman snatched them out of his grip and backed away with them, clutching them behind her back. "You're bullshitting me, Dash," she said coldly. "I want an answer, right now."

The young man was grim as he approached his wife. "Give me my pants, Maggie," he said, his voice full of icy warning. "I mean it, give them to me, now."

The young woman, her heart aching with confusion and lack of understanding as to why her husband ignored her advances, laughed bitterly. "Not until you tell me what's the matter," she said defiantly. "I want to know why you're so turned off to me these days!"

Dashiell Talbot lurched forward, grabbing for the trousers as he hissed at her. "Give them to me, God damn it, before I get mad," he snarled. His fingers merely grabbed the belt buckle and he pulled as she twisted away.

She giggled as the belt slithered loose from the loops of the trousers and dangled to the floor in his hand. "I'm a lot quicker than you are, darling," she whispered in a lush, sensual voice. "You're just going to have to make me happy, unless you want to attend the party in your underwear!"

Dashiell Talbot glared at his wife coldly. His eyes roamed up and down the length of her smooth, lithe frame, feasting on the pink firmness of her nipples trembling against the alabaster background of her luscious breasts. He saw the glistening dampness between her sleek, tapered thighs and the pain struck him once more in his groin.

He flexed his fingers against the belt buckle he held in his hand and lifted it up to the level of his waist. He shook it at her warningly. "I mean it, Maggie," he hissed softly. "Give me those pants or else!"

She laughed once more, the rich sweetness of her chuckle ringing in his ears as she spoke. "Are you threatening me, darling?" she giggled. "I don't believe you would dare do it, I truly don't!"

She spun on her heel and gazed at him, impishly, over one smooth, attractive shoulder. "I love you, my darling, but I'm not afraid of you," she told him, without any meanness in her voice. "You aren't capable of hurting me!"

Savagely, his arm shot back and then forward, cracking the thick, wide surface of his belt against her buttocks. The pain stung deep into the soft, spongy half moons and the force of the blow propelled her forward a few steps.

She gasped in pain, her eyes opening wide as he cocked his arm to hit her again. "Dash… Dash, darling, are you crazy?" she moaned, rubbing her bottom hesitantly with her hand. "That hurt, damn it!"

She screamed as she saw him lashing out with the belt once more, this time crashing the blow hard against her naked shoulders. Once more the pain tore into her flesh, this time hurting twice as badly.

"I'm going to teach you to mock me, damn it," Dashiell Talbot snarled. He advanced on the trembling young woman then, cracking the belt hard against her buttocks once more. "I'm going to show you who's boss around here!"

She had never seen him this wild before. His eyes were blazing with a fury she did not recognize, and his voice was thick and tight, twisted beyond anything she had ever heard from him.

He cracked the belt down hard against her shoulders for a second time, and the force of the blow made her crash against the dresser, screaming in pain. She put up her hand to stop him, but the belt lashed into the base of her spine, this time.

"Ohh, God, stop it, Dash, it hurts," she sobbed, quivering as he lashed at her ripe, trembling buttocks once more. "Jesus, Dash, that's enough, please, that's enough, now, darling!"

He grabbed her by the hair, then and threw her savagely to the floor. She could see his prick bulging against his shorts, making the white of the material undulate as it throbbed behind them.

"You little self-centered bitch," he snarled cruelly. "I'm going to teach you a lesson! I'm going to punish you for defying me, now, damn you!"