She gasped as she looked at his still naked body, for slowly lifting between his legs was his prick! She continued watching it, a sick fascination in her eyes.
"Come here, Mrs. Gee" Rick said.
She stumbled forward. He took her hand, pulling it towards him and once again her hand was filled with the living, throbbing hardness of his prick.
Joanna moaned and tears formed in her eyes as she felt her body beginning to respond once again to this man.
"Listen to me" he said, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"You are a sexual person, a gorgeous woman. You were made for sex. Your body is feminine and sexy beyond belief, and you are more responsive than any woman I've ever known. So don't beat yourself up for that."
She felt his prick beginning to flex in her hand, and she couldn't resist gently squeezing it. She WAS a slut! The thought made her incredibly miserable.
"Now, you go home like a good little wifey. Get cleaned up and make hubby some supper. And don't worry. I won't tell anyone what a hot little bitch you are. Just remember to keep your little pussy warm, cause I just might want to use it again! And remember, if you try to "report" me, I'll claim you came on to me. " he leered at her, making her shudder.
"Now kiss me goodbye. I'll be dreaming about your hot naked little body!" He bent down and kissed her, his hands cupping her breasts through her tee shirt, pinching her nipples. She opened her mouth and he kissed her deeply.
She moaned and stroked his prick, unable to resist him!
Breaking the kiss, he said "You better get your cute little ass out of here or I'm gonna nail it to that mattress again with that prick you're squeezing so tight."
Joanna blushed in shame, but the thought of being fucked again caused her pussy to twitch with anticipation.
She stumbled from the room when he unlocked the door. As she got farther and farther from the room, she felt worse and worse. Crying and sobbing, she found a ladies room and spent fifteen minutes crying her heart out.
She knew that she would never tell anyone. She couldn't stand being questioned, and knew that she couldn't lie if they had asked her if she had been raped. Because even though he had forced her at first, Joanna knew that it had turned from rape into an incredibly hot rutting session. And she was just as much to blame as he was.
Chapter Three
Joanna had returned home, feeling dirty and sick of heart. She was so upset that she had thrown up in her bathroom, disgusted with her conduct. She wearily climbed into the shower and spent 45 minutes scrubbing herself, trying to restore cleanliness to her heart. In the end, she lay on her bed and cried her eyes out for an hour.
Finally, she cleaned herself up, made supper and waited in dread for Tom to get home. When he entered the house, he greeted her quickly and then sat in his EZ chair reading the paper. She didn't say much during dinner but he didn't seem to notice.
That night, for the first time, Joanna was hoping that Tom wouldn't touch her. She received her wish and within ten minutes, he was asleep, snoring away. She lay awake most of the night, wrestling with the depression that threatened to wreck her heart.
The next morning, Tom went to work, and she was left alone. Though depressed, Joanna vowed that she would work hard to be a better wife to Tom.
She was compensating for the guilt she felt, but she didn't know what else to do. She lost herself in house cleaning, and that evening had a great meal prepared. She had also done her makeup and looked great. But Tom was an hour late, and when he came in, he was angry about some committee he had struggled with. He didn't even notice that she had done anything special.
Again, within minutes of getting into bed, he was snoring.
As the days passsed, Joanna began to feel better. She constantly talked to herself about the need to be a good woman, to work hard at helping others.
Sunday came and she sat with her husband at church. Everyone was friendly and she enjoyed seeing some of her friends. She confessed her sin in her heart, and after church felt much better. However, after church several of the elders came to Tom, asking him to stay for a lengthy meeting.
Tom kissed Joanna on the cheek and told her to go ahead and go home without him. She was left looking at his back as he and the other men left for another part of the building to conduct their important meeting.
Joanna had her head down, thinking about Tom as she walked down the hall to the parking lot. She almost bumped into someone standing by the door.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I…" she started to say as she looked up. Her face drained of color as she recognized Rick. He was dressed nicely, and she was surprised. She had never seen him at church.
Politely, he said "Why hello there, Mrs. Gee. And how are you doing today?" smiling at her politely
"I-I have to go" she said, attempting to brush by him.
However, he stepped in front of her blocking her way to the door. There was no one in the hallway, and Joanna took a step back, fear flashing through her.
"Well, lets not be in a rush, sweet thing. I heard there's a big meeting among the staff, and its going to last a few hours. Looks like your hubby isn't going to be able to take care of you for a while. Lucky for you I came along." He was leering at her, and she thought she might faint.
Stepping close to her, he whispered, "Tell me Mrs. Gee, do you remember how good it felt when I was sucking on your titties? Remember how hard your nipples were?"
Hearing his lewd words, Joanna could feel the blood rushing to her nipples, causing them to harden and lengthen. She could feel her body again begin to respond to the authority of the man in front of her.
Whispering, her eyes wide in fright, she said "please don't…not again…please just leave me alone!"
Smiling, he said, "Or maybe you remember how it felt when I slipped you the prick! Hell, lady, I remember! Your were shouting and screaming like a wild woman."
Tears began to glisten in Joanna's eyes. His crude words were like gasoline thrown on a fire. The wicked, lewd images in her mind made her body shake.
She felt weak, oh so weak.
Taking her by the elbow, he turned her and began steering her down the hallway.
"Don't go with him!" she screamed to herself, but her legs were rubbery as she let him push and steer her down various stairs and hallways.
Rick had slipped his arm around her and was gently pushing against the small of her back. She gasped when his hand moved down over one of her ass cheeks and squeezed. Though tears were running from her eyes, Joanna couldn't make herself stop. She knew what was going to happen to her, but the hot bitch nature within her had taken control. Shame, embarrassment and humiliation all assaulted her senses, but the stronger part of her could hardly wait to feel his cock penetrating the deepest recesses of her body.
Finally, he pushed open a door, and shut it behind them. There wasn't a lock on the door, but Joanna knew that it wasn't needed anymore. Despite all of her self talks and vows to never give in to the raging lust between her legs, she had quickly been dominated by this man, and stood submissively before him.
The room contained a large oval table and several chairs and filing cabinets. The table was covered with a heavy cloth.
Without a word, he turned her around and unzipped the back of her dress. She shuddered when his lips pressed against the smooth skin of her shoulder, kissing her and then licking her skin. He loved how she smelled, and he gently kissed the side of her neck.
Joanna wished that he would be violent with her, to rape her. It was much worse for him to be gentle, almost kind and tender, for it fanned the flames of her desire. He pulled her hair back and kissed her neck over and over, and she couldn't stifle the moans of pleasure his mouth were drawing out of her. Tom never kissed her like this anymore, and she simply melted under