Carol felt overwhelming desire tear through her body, increasing her wantonness even more. The slick, hot, slippery drippings from her cunt were already soaking her panties, seeping down one thigh. The zipper of her dress seemed, of its own accord, to open the rest of the way, and as she squirmed, the dress slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was moaning and grunting, pressing her full, solid thighs together, and Silo could see the widening stain of cunt-juice at their juncture, making the dark vee seem even darker.
His laugh was a derisive thing as he felt her lips on his bare chest.
"Jesus, but you really are one hot bitch, aren't you, Carol? You're turning yourself on."
"Scum," she hissed, pulling away from him, angered by his refusal to respond.
Going to the sink, she turned on the cold water with the intention of letting it run on the nape of her neck and perhaps break the spell controlling her. She felt like a real honest-to-God whore. She was such a tramp she didn't deserve the husband she had, out earning a living to bring her all the niceties of life. She deserved to have her husband strip her naked and drag her through the streets by her hair, yelling for the world to come see the harlot. She deserved to be whipped until her flesh was raw and bloody. Then she deserved to be burned at the stake.
Sobbing and leaning over the sink, she didn't hear him behind her, and was unaware of him until she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass. It was still covered by his pants, but she knew it was his cock. And the tautness of the pants around it let her know it would soon break out of its own accord if it wasn't freed.
"Goddamn you," she wept, "goddamn you, go away, leave me alone. I don't care any more. I just don't care. Fuck me if it pleases you, or don't. I just don't care."
"Well then we might as well forget the whole thing, huh. I mean, I don't want to shove the old frankfurter into a dead roll."
"What a great way to put it."
"It fits, honey. We'll fuck, but when I think you feel like it and not before."
Beaten, she remained leaning over the sink, feeling him press his thick, hard hunk of solid cock harder against her ass. Her sad indifference passed quickly, and she suddenly felt hotter than ever. This time she knew he would fuck her, and this time she intended getting off more than six times to his one..
His hands came up under her armpits and straightened her up. She exhaled heavily as his hands once more gripped her tits, his lips pressing into the base of her throat, while his cock continued squeezing itself, pants and all, into the panty-covered crack of her ass. He pushed harder, but with his pants and her panties in the way, penetration was nonexistent.
"Goddamn!" he cursed, and unsnapped her bra.
Her hands went to her tits, holding the bra in place while his fingers slid to the waistband of her panties and yanked them down with a single, fluid movement. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, still clutching the bra. He reached around and pulled the bra off and away, letting it far on the counter.
Naked, she still faced away from him, feeling the roughness of his pants rub against the tender flesh of her asscheeks. She was unable to move; unable to turn; unable to speak. So she stood there, her hands once again resting on the rim of the sink as his hands rotated against her hips, her belly, and once again, her tits. The light pressure of his fingers made her shiver as if he were rubbing her with an ice cube. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her cheek rubbing his, his lips pressing into the side of her throat. Her nervous system was all a flutter, and she felt her legs turning to water. Oh God! He was so fantastic.
Carol sighed, feeling the heavy knob of his solid cock as it pressed the rough material of his pants into the crevice of her perspiring asscheeks. It roved up and down, trying to make the groove wider a well as deeper. Silo had a long, fat, heavy prick, and she knew she would freak out when she saw it in all its naked splendor. It was half again as large as her husband's.
His hands clutched her tits, his fingers pressing into the flesh while his palms continued to lightly rotate. Her nipples were long, thick nails, trying to cut into his hands while his fingers turned and twisted on the white flesh, massaging the light brown areolas as well. She couldn't believe how his touch seemed to enlarge her tits to a size she never would have believe possible.
He was sucking on her earlobe, squeezing it between his teeth, all but tearing it off, and she loved it. The hot breath from his nostrils filled her ear, and she trembled all over. He was so sensually arousing.
"Like it?" he asked between mouthfuls of earlobe.
"Mmmm," was all she could say, writhing her ass hard against him, making his already iron-hard cock harder.
His hands continued wandering across the length and breadth of her torso, stopping now and again to tweak her nipples or play with her navel.
"Your flesh is as soft as a baby's ass," he murmured. "You're something special, Carol, real special."
Like all women, Carol Warner was susceptible to flattery. She let his praise of her wash over her like a wave. But she wouldn't let him know, keeping her lips tightly shut, thrilling to the way his flat hand slid down across her tummy, while his other hand held tightly to her swollen tit. His finger sank into her belly button again, making her press her
round, solid asscheeks more tightly against him. Moisture came jetting from her hot cunt as she had a minor orgasm. It made her shake and shiver violently as his lips branded kisses on her neck.
The hand on her belly moved lower, traveling through a jungle of black fleece, feeling how sodden it was, and her cunt felt an electric spark shoot through it. He grabbed some of the tight, curly hairs with his fingers, pulling and tugging, not hard enough to really hurt her even if some did loosen and come out, but with enough pressure to arouse her to even greater heights. Then his fingers moved lower, parting her thighs, sliding across the convex slices of her cuntlips. He could feel the heavy, colorless cream issuing from them, dripping through his fingers to fall on the floor between her feet.
"Jesus!" she yelped. "Oh Jesus!"
Silo laughed a short, loud laugh. It was a laugh Carol hated. She had come to hate him at this moment, knowing he had so much power over her.
And yet there was no way for her to resist him.
She had to be fucked by him, and fucked hard.
She turned her head as far around as she could, staring back at Him. The hand he'd used to grip her tit came up to cup her chin and he held her in that position, kissing her lips again and again while his other hand continued pressing into her sopping cunt.
Carol's knees buckled and she would have fallen had he not gripped her crotch tightly with one hand while continuing to support her chin with the other as his tongue probed deeply into her mouth. He had her pressed against the sink now, and the pressure of his body against hers prevented her from moving in any way as he enjoyed the bouncy rubbing of her tight, round asscheeks. Even with his pants pressing tightly around his cock, he could feel the split of her ass, and did his best to rub his
prick into the narrow crack in the hope of feeling her sensitive, puckered asshole. But Carol felt his pants-covered cock attempt to stab into her and she tightened up, making the narrow slice between her asscheeks into a hairline crack.
"Oh shit!" Silo murmured. "You have one hell of an ass! God! How I love it!"
The hand gripping her soaking cunt suddenly came away and tried to part her tight asscheeks, but Carol resisted, murmuring into his mouth as she sucked on his tongue, "Don't, Mark. Don't do that. I don't like that."
He let her go and stood away from her for a moment. She used that time to turn around and face him, letting him see how wet her dark, tantalizing cunt had become as lubricant seeped down her thighs in a heavier and heavier flow.