Gina didn't like what was happening, but she couldn't stop it. She wanted a man, any man. Even Mark.
Even Mark, she mused, almost laughing. He had been the first man to give her a really great climax. She could even remember that first taste of cum he'd fucked into her mouth.
"What… terms?" she asked, touching him, then jerking her hand back as if he were on fire.
"Hmmmmmmmm?" he murmured, his full concentration on her well-shaped tits. "Oh… the terms," he said, lifting his head.
"Look, Mark," she said, pulling away. "I… I don't know what's happened to me lately. I used to be so… straight, so… hell, I don't know different."
"So I noticed," the man chuckled. "What you need is a husband."
"A… a husband?" Gina asked, as if the word were foreign.
"Yeah," Mark said. "You know, the guy who comes home and says, 'Honey, I'm home. What's for supper?'"
"What are you saying?" Gina asked, not knowing whether to be excited or not.
"I want you to marry me," Mark said. "I think we belong together. We can work out our differences. I know we can."
Before Gina could object, or comment, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed and crawled between her legs, stretching her thighs to fully reveal her golden-red patch of cunt hair.
"We'll make a great team," he whispered, lowering his face to her pussy. "We'll just both have to give some."
For some reason, Gina felt she should be happy. He was good-looking, had a successful business, and… well, he did care. Somehow, she wasn't happy. She closed her eyes and tried to sort out her feelings.
Mark moved his mouth over her cunt hairs, then spread the delicate crack of her pussy with his thumbs. He darted the tip of his tongue inside her cunt and smacked on her perfumed juices.
"Wow… this is what I really missed," he murmured. "With a pussy like yours to eat and fuck… we could be the two happiest people in the world."
Gina felt the tightness melt from her body. The probing of his tongue was delightful, like the smooth head of a cock. His breath was warm, damp.
"Ohhhh… yes," she whispered, thrusting her hips upward and sucking more of his tongue inside her pussy. "Fuck me with your tongue… all the way."
The ache inside her cunt seemed to surge throughout her body, tingling down her arms and legs. Suddenly, her ankles and wrists throbbed, itched.
"Take… me," she gasped, her pleasure mounting. "God… make it good… do it hard… chew on me, you bastard!"
"No, baby, tonight it's my turn," Mark murmured into her pussy. "A slow, gentle suck-job, then a nice, easy fuck. You can have it your way tomorrow, maybe."
Pleasure turned to ache as he dipped his tongue inside her pussy. The itch covering her pussy became more demanding. She closed her eyes, trying to picture it as it should be.
She would be lying beneath him, her arms and legs tied. He would bite her pussy, then fuck her savagely. He would make her beg for him to stop, then beg for him to continue.
Life with Tony would be wonderful… Tony?
She opened her eyes and quickly looked at Mark, almost as if she were being violated. She hardly recognized him. II wasn't that blond shock of hair, but dark-brown.
She bit her lower lip, tried to block out the vision of Tony. No! No!
His smiling face came closer, moved against her cunt. He held her down with his strong hands and bit down on her pussy like a striking cobra.
The pain swelled, swept through her body, leaving her senseless with desire.
"Love your pussy," Mark said, flicking his tongue in and out of her cunt. "God… it's so fucking hot and tight…"
Are you crazy? Gina asked herself. Completely and totally crazy! This man wants you, and he's willing to give half. What more can you expect?
No, she had gone into a forbidden world, a world of savage sexuality. She didn't want half, couldn't settle for half. It would have to be everything.
"Don't… God, don't," she begged, pushing against Mark's face. "I… I don't want it, Mark."
"Huh?" Mark said, looking at her pained expression. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Gina moved away from him and sat on the side of the bed. Trying to measure her words carefully so that both of them could understand, she began speaking.
"It's not right, not between us," she said, her words coming slow at first. "I… I think you're a wonderful person and all, but I… I don't, can't love you."
"You mean because of the whips and ropes bullshit?" Mark said, angrily.
"No, it's not that," Gina said, realizing he would never understand. She was only beginning to understand herself. "My world and yours are light years apart."
"I see," the man said, getting off the bed. "You mean you're not willing to give even a little bit?"
"I'm willing to give everything for the right person," Gina said. She turned and faced Mark. "I… I don't want to hurt you," she added quickly. "I… I'm sorry."
"Oh well, I gave it a shot, at least," Mark said, his anger turning to resignation. He looked at her for a long while, then walked toward the door. "Hey, I'll just let myself out, OK?"
"Sure, Mark," she smiled.
"You're gonna be at work, though, aren't you?" he asked before leaving.
"I don't know," Gina answered. "I've saved some money, I might get away for awhile. I've got to sort out my feelings."
"Well, so long," he said, blowing her a kiss.
"Bye, Mark," she whispered.
She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, wondering if she'd turned into a total fool. Throwing away a chance like that, with Mark. Christ, any girl in her right mind would have not only said yes, but hell, yes.
She heard the front door close, then lay there in silence for about five minutes. The door opened again.
Mark probably forgot something, she thought.
She heard footsteps approaching as he moved down the hall toward the bedroom. She sighed loudly, not wanting another good-bye scene. She turned her head and closed her eyes, not even wanting to see him again.
"Hello," the man said.
"Tony!" Gina gasped, her eyes widening with disbelief. "Wha… what are you…"
"Was that your boyfriend?" Tony asked, cocking his thumb over his right shoulder.
"Mark? Sort of," Gina answered, still stunned.
"I can't say I admire your choice in men," Tony grinned.
"My choice in men is just fine," Gina whispered. "Now… come here," she said, her pussy ready to explode with desire.
"No, baby, you come here," Tony ordered. He was carrying a long length of rope in his right hand. "You crawl over here and we'll start all over."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Still stunned by his sudden appearance, Gina watched Tony slowly remove his clothes. When he was fully naked, his body looking burnished in the amber light, she moved off the bed. Her legs felt like rubber, giving away. She dropped to her knees and crawled over, her eyes watching his.
"Like the first time?" he asked, running the rope across his bare palm. "Hmmmmm, baby?"
Gina didn't know what to think. Was he here to humiliate, violate her again, only to leave when his animal lusts were satisfied?
Her heart was thundering, her mind empty of every thought except him.
"Hold out your hands," Tony commanded when she knelt before him, her face just inches from his prick. "I'm gonna tie you up and fuck your mouth so full of hot cum."
As Gina lifted her hands, she thought she would faint from anticipation. Already she could feel the heat from his body, smell the rugged, masculine aroma of his cock and balls.
When the rough hemp touched her wrists, her cunt seemed to explode. She gave a choking groan and jerked her head forward. As her lips touched the underside of his prick, the spasms became more intense.
"Ohhh… Tony!" she gasped, moving her lips up his thick, pulsating cock.