"Gonna fuck your little… cherry… ass! Gonna ream you out!" he panted as he pushed and pushed against her protesting asshole.
"Mother of God!" Denise yelped. He's going to kill me, she thought. He's tearing me apart!
"Fuck you bitch! Fuck your asshole right off!" His prick was all the way in her shitter now.
Sharp shocks of pain raced up and down Denise's shit chute and up her spine. And strangely enough, they traveled to her clit and set the nerves in her little cunt button buzzing and pulsing.
Dan felt his wife's ass spasming around his hard cock. He remembered the way the slutty blonde secretary had fingered her clit while Gibbs fucked her from behind. So he reached under his wife and ran his finger up her pussy slit till he found her long, greasy clit.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Denise gasped – the line between pleasure and pain dissolving.
As he pushed down on her clit and rubbed it roughly, he slowly began to withdraw his prick from her ass chute.
"Ooooh – careful! Ah-ah-ah-Christ!" she cried.
As Dan's steel-like prick moved back along her clenching, spuming ass tunnel the spark of pain once again ran up and down her body. It jumped the gap from her tortured asshole to her creaming pussy and ignited a slow-burning flame of pleasure and pain there.
Dan could hardly believe the intense pleasure he was feeling fucking his wife's hot, dry little ass. Even the slight odor of shit that escaped from her stretched shitter heightened his pleasure. It made her seem earthier – sluttier.
"Take it!" he suddenly commanded and rammed his prick full force in her ass.
"Eeeeeeegh," Denise groaned.
He pinched her clit just as she felt the worst of the searing pain in her ass, and she let loose with a flood of cunt juice.
She could feel it building somewhere between her cunt and ass – a deep, powerful orgasm, an orgasm different than any she had ever experienced. She was a little afraid, for she knew she would be totally overpowered by it.
Dan had withdrawn his prick and shoved it up her asshole four more times, creating a fucking rhythm that she soon picked up. He fucked her and fucked her, and she began to push back, meeting each of his cock thrusts with a thrust of her own.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Ram that thick cock of yours up my ass!" She grabbed onto the carpet and pulled huge hunks of the tufted material out.
"Oh yeah – it's good! Your ass feels good!" Dan rasped as he fucked in and out of her ass faster and faster.
He kept fingering her clit as he humped her ass and nipped at the back of her neck.
"Fucking shit!" he gasped. "I'm gonna shoot! Gonna shoot!" The head of his prick swelled up even more, and his sac pulled tighter around his bursting balls.
"Come! Come with me now!" Denise begged, feeling her orgasm finally overtaking her.
"Here it comes!" Dan growled. "Take my load! Gonna fill ya full of jizz! Gonna squirt! Aaaaaah!"
"Comiiiiiing!" Denise screeched.
They both writhed together on the bathroom floor, panting and straining, jerking and spluttering.
Denise was startled when she felt Dan's first wad of hot oily jism splatter the walls of her asshole. She had never felt anything like it before. She wrenched violently and soared even higher as a new, agonizing pleasure was added to the overpowering sensations she was already experiencing.
"Oh, fucking shit! Fuuuuuuuck!"
Dan spasmed out of control, his prick spurting and spurting jizz as if he hadn't fucked for years, and all his unused cum had built up inside his balls.
At last, he lay full length on top of Denise's backside, his cock gradually softening, still embedded in her asshole. He was dripping sweat and breathing raggedly, a tired, blissful smile on his face.
"You're the best," he sighed, tenderly running his fingers through the damp curls at the back of her neck.
Denise was still moaning and writhing beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure passed over her, making her nearly overload with sensation.
"That was a great fuck, lover," she sighed, barely able to lift her head and glance up at him.
The hollow ache in her ass slowly subsided, and she drifted off into a satisfied sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Nothing like a good piece of ass first thing in the morning," Dan said, smiling over at his wife as she cracked two eggs into the frying pan.
Denise looked back at him and smiled. He had fucked her long and hard again that morning, and now both of them were feeling charged up and happy.
Dan didn't even glance at the newspaper, he just looked over fondly at Denise as she cooked his breakfast. Her plump ass cheeks and long slim legs were very visible beneath the sheer, peach-colored material of her dressing gown.
"Hey, honey," he said suddenly. "I forgot to ask how your photo session with Phil went yesterday. I just couldn't get over it when he asked if he could use you for a model for the Nights of Greece perfume ad. Jesus – pretty soon, your face is going to be seen in magazines all over the country!"
Denise nearly dropped the spatula. She had put the incident with Phil out of her mind, and now she'd have to lie about it to Dan.
"That's only if he decides to use the pictures, Dan. After all, I'm not a professional model. I might not look good on film. And he's got so many beautiful pro models to choose from."
"Honey, you're as beautiful as any of 'em! Besides, he said he wanted to try you in that ad partly because you don't have that hard, professional look so many of those models get."
"Well, uh, thanks Dan. But we'll just have to see. I won't be that upset if he decides not to use me for the ad."
"He'll use you. Jesus, but you're gorgeous!" He got up from the table and walked up behind her, kissing her lightly on her neck and cupping her silk-covered tits in his hands.
Denise laughed. "Not now, sweetheart. You're going to be late for that big sales appointment!"
Of course, she was right, Dan realized. He had a big deal to close that morning, and he couldn't be late for it. Besides, he had to go pick up the cost breakdown chart he'd tried to pick up last night when he'd discovered Gibbs fucking his secretary.
He let Denise serve him breakfast and then finally left the apartment, determined to make a sale. Denise breathed a sigh of relief when he'd gone. She made herself a cup of coffee and spread out on the couch.
She needed time to think this whole thing over. But no sooner had she taken her first sip, than the telephone rang.
"Hello, sweet, sweet baby…" Phil drawled. "Ready for another modeling session this afternoon? Got the negatives from yesterday, and they're sensational. You're perfect, babe."
"You-you've got to be kidding!"
"Hey, babe don't sweat it! I'm serious! Look – we had some fun yesterday, but I'm talking business. I wanna try some new camera shots today and," a huskiness came into his voice, "if you want to pursue some other activities besides, well, I'm game."
Denise hated herself. She sighed. "What time?"
"Twelve-thirty." A note of triumph was in his voice.
When Phil let Denise into the studio, she was surprised to see a handsome young man sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the props. He had close-cropped blond hair and deep-bronze skin, and he was wearing some sort of skimpy loincloth.
Phil had peculiar expression on his face.
"Great to see you, pretty lady," he said. "Uh, Denise, this is Paul Downs. He's going to be in some of the pictures with you today. Got to have a nice Greek God for a foxy Greek Goddess." He chuckled and nodded toward the boy.
Denise said hello and walked behind the curtained partition to change into her flimsy tunic. Phil really did seem to be serious about taking pictures that afternoon, and she was a little disappointed.