"Oh no, baby," he said with brazen confidence, "you've got it all wrong. There's no way you'd have answered the door with no panties on unless you were counting on the outside chance that ten inches of cock was waiting for you at the door."
Ten inches! My pussy started doing cartwheels. All of a sudden my crotch was dripping.
"You're telling me the truth when you say you're not interested in the Mighty Atom," he went on. "But that's only because you're so busy thinking about how much you want me to pick you up and take you into the bedroom and fuck you."
He pushed me back into my chair and lifted the bottom of my sweater. I didn't resist.
"No bra either," he grinned, just before my tits popped free. He gently grasped them, pushing them together so that he had both nipples ensnared in a single hand.
I was speechless. He manipulated me like I was his puppet, tossing my sweater to the floor so I was nude from the waist up. Below, my skirt was bunched again around my hips. My partially exposed cunt blazed like a piece of charcoal at the center of my itching thighs. A trickle of drool oozed from my slit, darkly staining the upholstery.
"Yeah, baby, you're ready for it, aren't you?" he whispered hotly in my ear. "You're like a bitch in heat. Your husband's been neglecting you, and you'll take it from anybody who's willing to unzip his pants."
In a wrenching insight I realized that the reason for my inability to reply was that what he was saying was true. In the last few years my sex-life with my husband had degenerated into something just this side of a big, fat zero. Ernie was on the road most of the time, and when he was home to fuck me it was just a crude slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of thing. More times than I cared to remember I wound up flat on my back with a pussyful of alien-feeling jizz, twitching with frustration, far short of having come myself.
"It's true, isn't it?" the salesman said, slipping a finger inside my twat and working it gently in and out. My cunt-lips instinctively clung to it as my senses began to boil. "Your husband has forgotten how to satisfy you. He's too busy to pay any attention to your needs as a woman. To your body. Your beautiful tits. To your hot, throbbing cunt. I can feel your pussy begging to be fucked."
Before I could formulate an answer, he dropped his face down to my breasts. His tongue darted out and flicked one nipple and then the other, then both at the same time. A warm, pulling sensation rippled down my stomach until I felt it in my crotch.
Another of his fingers wriggled to join the initial one within my snatch. Automatically I opened my thighs to accommodate his penetration. Losing control of myself, I moaned when he ran his large hand up and down my cunt, massaging and finger-fucking it simultaneously.
"Are you ready for the bedroom now, baby?" he breathed huskily into the cleavage of my compressed tits. "Are you ready to find out what ten inches of steel feels like?"
"Yes!" I blurted, giving in totally to my runaway senses. "Take me to bed and fuck me!"
"Say please."
"Please fuck me!" I exclaimed. "Rip me in two with your huge cock!"
After what seemed like forever, he stood up and began stripping away his clothes. My eyes were glued to his body as though he were the first naked man I'd ever seen.
When his jockey shorts came off, his cock jumped out at me. I'd never seen one so long and thick. It put my husband's prick to shame.
"I-I don't know if I can take that," I stuttered, reaching out in awe to touch his enormous tool. Not only was it ten inches in length, it was easily half of that in circumference. It seemed more like a battering-ram than an organ of the human body.
"You're just scared because you're used to your husband's dinky pop-gun," the salesman arrogantly declared. "Don't worry, your pussy will stretch to fit me."
He circled his arm around the waist of my skirt and ripped it from my body with a single yank. Now I was completely naked and bathed in a steaming sweat from my uncontrollable excitement.
"Carry me," I begged. "Carry me to bed. If we're going to make love, I want you to dominate me."
Picking me up like I was a bag of feathers, he slung me over his shoulder and made a bee-line for the bedroom. I bounced when he threw me onto the mattress.
My pussy burned with unquenchable desire as I lay there waiting for him to crawl between my legs. His tongue passed hungrily over his smiling lips as he sized me up, and I felt more desirable than I ever had in all my years of marriage.
"Please, please," I shamelessly implored, "stick it in me! Fuck me now or I'll die!"
A short while before I harbored a fear that his gigantic hard-on might tear me in two. Now I couldn't wait until it did. I was dying to feel my pussy ripped apart by his wondrously stiff bludgeon.
He eased down and rolled to top of me. He pried my legs as far apart as they would go and worked his cock into the gaping well of my thighs. Abruptly the massive head of his prick was brusquely knocking at the door of my cunt, pushing aside t he rubbery lips so it could get inside me.
"Ooooooh, that feels sooo goood," I moaned. "Put it in farther and really fuck me!"
He had been relatively gentle up until now, but when he saw this was making me impatient, he threw caution to the winds and lurched like he was having a seizure. All restraint was terminated as I felt his prick ram several thick inches within my tight, wet pussy.
"All the way!" I hysterically urged him. "Stick it in all the way and fuck me to your balls!"
Snorting more like an enraged bull than a polite, young vacuum cleaner salesman, Brad Stevens gored me with his big cock. As total penetration was achieved, my cunt throbbed and oozed just like a real wound.
As his cock pulsed inside my pussy, I was certain that its barbed head had surged all the way into my belly. Then he suddenly withdrew the staff all the way out to the crown before plunging it back in once more to the hilt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" I cried deliriously, biting his shoulder. "Fuck me hard!"
"Go ahead and scream, baby," he said, oblivious to the blood I had drawn with my desperately gnashing teeth. "When your old man comes home, you can tell him what it feels like to be screwed by a real cock."
Then he began to jack-hammer me, pounding in and out with his beautiful hard-on with machine gunning bursts. Totally in tune with the furious action, I met each of his thrusts with an upward one of my own. I was performing stunts with my bucking loins of which I had never suspected I was capable.
"This is the best fuck I've ever had," I moaned each time he drove his cock to the elastic limits of my twat. "My cunt will never be the same. Ram that monster inside me! Make me scream! Tear me to pieces! Fuck me!"
I was so horny that I raised my head so I could sneak a peek of his fantastic tool pistoning in and out of my damply spasming cunt. Just watching the pumping motion of his sleek phallus in my gash was enough to accelerate my coming until I was experiencing the most profound orgasm of my life.
I began to whimper. Then groan. My pitch became higher and higher until I was bleating at the top of my lungs, pleading to be fucked harder and harder, deeper and deeper, more and more brutally. My pussy throbbed and spasmed and sucked and shuddered as I came like I'd never come before.
I was still screaming when he placed his hands under my legs and pushed them up to my shoulders. Then he knelt and buried the torpedo of his hard-on into me like a depth charge.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I'd already come more in a few minutes with this big-dicked salesman than I ever had with my husband. However, the incredible part was that it seemed like just the beginning for me, even though my cunt was creaming like someone had dumped a quart of mayonnaise between my legs.
When my lungs were burning and I had temporarily ceased to scream, my door-to-door lover pulled his hard-on from my frothing snatch and rolled me over. I sensed that he had read my mind and knew that I would not be satisfied until I had gone farther than I had ever dreamed of.