"Get out of here," she muttered, speaking so low he couldn't, or wouldn't, hear her.
"What was that?" Silo asked.
"I said… oh, God! What kind of monster are you? I'm all wrought up inside, torn apart with guilt because of what I'm doing to my husband, cheating this way. Here you are, enhancing that guilt, making me beg to feel even guiltier."
She was crying again, leaning against the kitchen counter, sobbing strongly now. When he moved to come near her, she backed away, making him say, "Hey now, take it easy, honey. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that."
"I know that I hate you!" she snapped at him.
"Look, Carol, if you really want me to leave, say so. I'll go."
"You bastard," she cursed at him.
Silo smiled again, his teeth glistening whitely beneath his black mustache. The smile had its effect on Carol. She wanted to go on hating him, but couldn't. She was hoping to keep him away from her this one time, showing herself she had the will power to resist him, but even as he raised her chin with his fingers, she knew she had lost. He kissed her lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears, and when he pressed his palms against her cheeks, she remained where she was, no longer struggling.
When she felt the tip of his tongue lightly brush her lips a spark ran through her, and once more she tried to fight him off, whispering, "No, Mark! No! Don't!"
"But I will, Carol," he whispered back. "I will because we both know you love it. Now how about coming out and admitting the truth, that you want me to fuck the ass off you."
His smug arrogance made her angry one more time, and she said with what seemed like finality, "I want you to leave. I want you to leave right now. I don't want you to come back."
"If that's what you really want," he said, releasing her and stepping away, "I have no choice but to do as you wish."
Slowly he turned and headed for the door through which he'd entered the house. He could feel her eyes boring into the nape of his neck as he walked. The way she stood there so helplessly made him want to laugh again, but he didn't. This was the critical moment. He had her, he knew it, provided he didn't fuck it up.
He reached the door and put his hand on the knob. That was when he heard the sound from behind him; a quick, light grunt, almost a plea. It made him turn his head. He saw she had actually taken a few steps toward him.
Turning to face her, he asked, "Did you say something?"
"Nothing," she murmured, staring down at the floor.
Silo walked over to where she stood and stared at the top of her head, noting the dark hair parted in the middle and pulled back. Once more he used his hand to tilt her face up and saw the plea in her eyes. They were telling him to ignore anything she said from that moment on.
Even as she stood there staring at him, he reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. It fell loose, letting him pull it off her shoulders, revealing the pink bra beneath. Once more his hands cupped her tits, and he saw those
pleading eyes of hers close as his palms rubbed her nipples. She was breathing raggedly now, her lips barely parted, and as he continued massaging her growing nipples, she whispered, "Mark, this is wrong. You know it, I know it. I don't have the courage to make you go away. Please, Mark, please be strong for both of us, and walk out. I love the touch of your hand, I can't resist you, but if there's a heart somewhere inside you you'll stop this and go away, no matter how tortured I feel."
Silo only smiled. The pangs of guilt were a little stronger now than before. It meant her intensity within would be stronger, which meant she would react more definitely.
Carol, seeing her words only made him smile, reddened with shame, positive the man was getting more from her degradation than he ever could from her body. Even as his fingers continued pinching her nipples she cursed her husband rather than Silo or herself. If her husband had only had the instincts needed to make her happy none of this would have happened. Loneliness and frustration had driven her to seek this man out at the convention, or to be more correct, to respond to his advances. If her husband, the assistant manager, had made proper love to her, she wouldn't have to resort to being fucked by a mere salesman, a salesman from another office.
Humiliated as she was, she made no move to stop his hands as they continued lightly rubbing her nipples through her bra, feeling her tits grow heavier and heavier with lust as the seconds passed. Both rubbery spikes were fully extended, frying to drive their way through the material holding them tightly pressed into her tits. He rubbed his palms in a maddening, steady circle, causing her blood to thunder through her arteries and veins as her nerves tingled with maddening desire.
It came to Carol that her entire body had suddenly come awake. Every nerve seemed to have an awareness of its own. She was a finely tuned machine, ultra-sensitive, now fully awake and aware. If he kept this up she'd have an orgasm before he buried his cock inside her hungry cunt.
Yes, he would bury that thick, hard hunk of meat in her. She knew full well she wouldn't let him leave until he'd completely sated every burning bit of lascivious desire. That was the trouble. Had he merely satisfied the fire in her cunt, easing her frustration, she would have been able to turn him away very easily. But he had made fucking an unbelievable experience, bringing her to the realization that it was something more than a reproductive act, or a sensation needed to remove frustrations. It was the be-all and end-all of everything. Fucking was as important as eating and drinking.
Silo enjoyed the mastery he had over this woman. He could easily understand Joe Orgiurio's feelings, and the anger the latter felt at being dumped by a girl. Hell, if Carol dumped him, he'd feel just as frustrated and angry. The mere thought aroused him. Now he wanted her very much, but he also wanted to hear her admit she wanted him. He purposely continued teasing her nipples and rubbing her tits, kissing her earlobes and stabbing his tongue into her ear while in no way advancing. Carol became overheated. The blaze inside her became too much, and she turned to him as he bit her earlobe, feeling the scrape of his teeth as her lobe pulled away.
'Fuck me, goddamn you," she pleaded. "Please fuck me!"
His eyes became slitted openings as he looked at her in an almost detached way.
"Let's not hurry," he smirked. "Because if we hurry, we might do something wrong. No, Carol, we'll take our time as we always do. Besides, this'll give you the time you need to definitely decide whether or not you really want to be fucked."
"Oh yes, yes," she begged. "I want to be fucked."
"You might change your mind again."
"I won't. I swear I won't. My solemn word I won't change my mind. Oh fuck me, please fuck me!"
"Your solemn word," he jeered, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen, as if he were the one about to change his mind. Carol, mad with heat, rubbed her body against his, feeling the swelling of his prick push his pants out even further. He was hot. She knew it. Yet he seemed to refuse to respond now that he'd finally gotten her to the point where she needed his hot cock, badly. Her fingers nimbly raced up and down his shirt, unbuttoning it and tugging it out of his pants.
Silo was really enjoying himself. It was a pleasure to know he had such a powerful hold on this woman, who, only minutes earlier, had been begging him to leave. He would fuck her good and proper, all right, but at his own leisurely pace. If he got back to the office late, he could always claim he was out on a sales appointment and didn't make the sale.
His hands were at his sides, refusing to touch her now. When she pressed her tits against his body while pulling his shirt off, he seemed not to respond, save for the monstrous hard-on still pushing his pants away from his body. His change of attitude at this moment was affecting her to an even greater degree than it had earlier, when the ideas had been reversed. He could see her thighs pressing against one another in an attempt to rub her cuntlips together.