George McHenry sweated above her, moving suddenly into smoother strokes into the hotly steaming passage leading to her belly as her long tapered nails clawed frantically at him, to pull him further into her. Deliberately teasing her, he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke, then thrust forward again into her uplifted buttocks until he could feel the hard slap of his testicles against the unprotected crevice of her anus. Wet juicy smacking sounds filled the room with each brutal fuck-stroke he made into her, blending in tempo with the sounds of their hoarse breathing and the rhythmic lurching squeaks of the bed.
George placed his hands on either side of her and lifted himself, so that he could watch the hopelessly defeated young wife's face. It was something he did not want to miss, the humiliating surrender of this smooth, soft-bodied young wife of Ed Waring who had thought he was so evil and disgusting just a few hours ago. Now, she was reduced to nothing more than a raw, squealing mass of helpless lust. He had known that it would be easy to seduce her from the way she had responded to his touches, the first night he brought her to the Executive Club. Even though he was sure she thought she was just a sweet, conservative wife, true to her husband in every way, he had seen the latent hot streak in her that even she didn't realize she had. Well, she had been brought to life tonight and he could think of nothing nicer than having this little hot pants at his disposal whenever he wanted her. He heard her sharp gasps of pleasure as he stabbed into her, impaling her deeper with each thrust, and she was loving it, fucking back shamelessly, urging him on with every stroke.
"Oh, god, fill me deeper, fill me! Give me more!" she begged, gasping as if she were close to death.
"You love it, don't you? You love cock just like any other hot little whore!" he demanded, ramming harder for emphasis. "You're going to be my fucking little whore, aren't you?"
"Whore?" she faltered for a moment, not certain what McHenry was saying to her. But then she realized that it was true. She had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and she was now no better than a slut from the street. She would never be the same again.
"Yes, a whore!" He spat venomously down at her, relishing the confused mixture of pleasure and debasement he saw on her face. "From now on you'll fuck when I want you to, if you don't want your husband to know what kind of slut you are. And you'll love it, because you're nothing but a hot little whore!"
"Oooooooh, yessss… yessssss," she sobbed, out of her head with the humiliating truth of her confession. Now that she had succumbed to the terrible temptation, she was lost. She would have to submit to this horrible man's every desire, just to keep her husband, Ed, from the terrible truth of her own weakness. Yet, whore that she was, she didn't care now. Nothing was real to her but the sweet hot pleasure that moved her nakedly rounded buttocks in uncontrolled frenzy up and down, from side to side, spiraling her starving cunt up the full length of his huge plunging cock to gain every atom of sensation she possibly could.
McHenry grinned triumphantly as he increased the viciousness of his strokes until his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the ragged pink flanges of her delicious little pussy, his unusually large cock dipping deep down into the far hidden recesses of her writhing belly. He felt the cords of her neck and thighs stand out and tense as she squirmed and fucked back insanely under him, working toward her climax, aching to have the older man shoot his sperm into her proud young stomach that only her own husband had cum in before. Just then, though, he decided to complete his conquest and subject her to something totally unexpected. He slid his fingers down over the tight smooth skin of her buttocks and found the tiny elastic-rimmed anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working in a slow flexing rhythm with the movement of her wetly clenching cunt walls as she pushed against his loins. His finger shoved into it with a quick hard movement and he felt the tender rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Oooooooh," she gasped in painful protest at the unexpected intrusion, the plea tumbling from her lips in surprise.
But he thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her helpless grunts of pain and humiliation.
"Oh, pleeeeease, nooo," she shrieked, trying to twist away from this indecent outrage against her tiny cringing anus.
But there was no respite.
He worked his finger lewdly around inside her warm rubbery depths, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it wormed into the warm, tightly clinging passage. The deep guttural noises coming from her chest changed slowly into whimpers of pain for a moment, then began to be replaced by greater moans of masochistic pleasure as her anus gradually became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.
A smile of pure victory broke across his contorted face as he felt her begin to slowly, hesitantly, screw her buttocks back on his hand, impaling her obscenely stretched rectum on the buried fingers as he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard, throbbing cock in her cunt and his fingers shoved cruelly up her asshole. And now, whimpering and moaning beneath him, she increased her twisting and bucking movements under the double ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her ass to where his penis was pistoning sleekly in and out of her pussy and could feel the wet, hair-lined lips clasping tightly around his rampaging cock. He could feel their softness pulling and giving with each long, hard, jackhammer thrust he made into her.
He quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep, as she thrashed her body wildly beneath him. He knew that she was his now, completely, utterly, and had no intention of showing the least bit of mercy or human compassion. He wanted to hear her plead for his hot cum, to beg for her proud little belly to be filled with it, so that she would remember, long after this night was over, what power he had wielded over her body and mind.
"Tell me, whore, tell me what you want," McHenry growled as he purposefully slowed his stroking movements and teasingly sunk his penis only half-way into her. "Do you want me to fuck you until I shoot my cum into your hungry little cunt?"
"Oh yes, yes, pleeeease!" the voluptuous blonde gasped, her pride completely trampled as she lay pinned and naked under his weight. The thought of begging him to drive the huge cock into her and empty his balls into her belly was unthinkable, but she was beyond caring now and yearned only for her own climax that was now so close.
"Beg then," he hissed with contemptuous coldness.
"I… I…" she said, hesitating to submit to this last final degradation. This she knew would be the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was the only thing she had left. By cruel trickery, he had taken everything else from her, her pride in her fidelity to her husband, her self-respect, everything was gone now. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg as well. And yet, she knew she would. The aphrodisiac pulsed in her bloodstream like a lust-lit neon sign, sending searing electrical signals through her nerves and building her excitement to a crest that would surely drive her mad if she did not find relief. At last, closing her eyes so that she would not have to face the sadistic delight in his eyes, she forced herself to cry out:
"For God's sake, do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Shoot your cum into my cunt! Now! Please, fuck me now!"
Grunting his approval of her obedience, McHenry again increased the tempo of his lunges, grinding his pelvis hard and deep between her widespread thighs so that his cock bore far up into the hidden recesses of her heaving belly. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hard nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat. The fire of sheer animal desire flared madly in his lunging groin and he too was now aware of nothing else in the world but the exciting fact that this beautiful young girl was going insane beneath him, grinding her hot little ass around in abandon and kicking with her heels against his shoulders as he dug more and more savagely into her. Of all the hot young bitches he had fucked under the same circumstances at the Executive Club, this one was among the best, if not the very best! And this time, it wouldn't just be a one-shot fuck, like all the other would-be executives' wives he had fucked. This one was going to be doing everything he wanted until the day her punk-husband got wise to what was going on, if he ever did. The very thought made the sperm boil in his testicles and he thrust faster, digging deep, deep inside her.