"You know I can't take the pill," Lisa said, shock and fear rising inside her. "And I don't fake orgasms. Honey, you've made me cum every time we've made it. And if you want to do some things differently, all you have to do is ask."
"Stop lying to me, bitch!" Larry shouted, pulling out of his wife's cunt and straddling her stomach. He was really getting off on the look of terror on her pretty face. "You just don't want a man's cum squirting up inside you, bitch. And I've made enough sluts cum to know when some dumb little bitch is trying to fool me."
Lisa didn't know why things had turned so bad so quickly. She had thought she had Larry completely fooled and securely under her thumb. Now it seemed as though she hadn't fooled him at all. And right now, she was the one who was helplessly under someone's control.
Tears sparkled in her blue eyes as thoughts of losing not just tonight's party but her whole comfortable marriage with Larry raced through her panicked mind. Suddenly she felt very small and vulnerable. She had to think of something to keep him from throwing her out.
"I'm sorry, Larry," she whined, willing the tears to come now, knowing how the sight of a beautiful woman crying drained men of their anger. "It's just that I love you so much. I hate sex. I always have. But I loved you so much that I wanted to try to make you happy. I'm so sorry. I just wanted you to be happy."
Larry gave a laugh that was so menacing and bear dues that Lisa stopped in her act and stared at him in terror. He pulled himself up over her body, sitting first on her stomach, then on her full, firm tits. His cock was still sheathed by the rubber, but now its tip was filled with a heavy load of jism. Larry laid that heavy pocket of cock cream right down on Lisa's trembling chin. The slimy feel of her cunt juice on the outside of the rubber and the warmth from Larry's jism within made the sexy blonde want to vomit.
"You know, Lisa, I thought that was your problem, and I'm glad to hear I was right." Larry squirmed his ass over Lisa's springy tits and waved his cock back and forth, dragging the cum-filled rubber over her chin. "It would be a shame if we had to get a divorce. No parties, no high society, and you back working in that roach-trap greasy spoon. But since you love me so much, I'm sure you'll try as hard as you can to learn to love sex."
"I'll do anything for you!" Lisa cried. She was afraid of the maniacal look she saw in Larry's handsome face, but she was even more frightened of the thought of losing all she had gained by marrying him. "I love you so much! But please go slow, Larry. Please be gentle."
"I love seeing you crying," Larry said. He edged up a little and laid the bulging rubber on Lisa's pouting lips. "No, Lisa, I don't think it would help at all to go slow and gentle. I think that your problem demands that we go fast and hard. Don't you think I'm right?"
Lisa waited for a long time before she nodded her head. Her stomach churned at the feel of the jism-loaded rubber on her lips, at the smell of cunt and cock that filled her nose.
"Good," Larry said with a smile. He peeled the rubber off his still-hard cock and laid the jism-filled balloon back down on Lisa's lips. "The first thing you need to do is learn to love cum. I've had a hundred women tell me mine tastes especially sweet. Kiss the rubber, Lisa. Kiss it good-bye, because this is the last of these fuckers you're going to be seeing."
Lisa trembled with revulsion as she puckered her lips against the slimy rubber. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying desperately to think of some way out of this terrible mess. She felt as though her whole world was crashing down around her, but she knew that she would endure whatever little kinks her husband had to keep from losing this house and her new status.
As she smacked her lips against the soiled rubber, she concentrated on the party. Her entrance into high society was worth whatever degradation her husband required.
"That's good," Larry said, squirming his way back down her body. He wriggled his way between her sleek, sexy legs and jammed his dripping cock into her tiny pussy. "Now we're going to fuck like a man and woman should. This time, I might even make you cum."
Lisa grunted with the shock of her husband's cock plunging fully inside her pussy. As always, his big prick stretched her cunt painfully, and she tried to flatten herself into the bed to escape the tearing punishment of his fucking.
Larry wasn't being gentle or caring. He impaled her to the hilt with one fast, brutal cock-lunge, and her long, lithe legs kicked into the air against her will from the force of the impact. Larry smiled at the pain that filled her pretty face and dragged the used rubber all over her lush pink lips.
"Oh, you dirty cock-tease," he rasped, grinding his hips in wide circles as he scoured her tiny, tender pussy with his big prick. "How could you hold back a cunt this sweet and tight? It's tight as an asshole and wet as a mouth and silky as the sweetest pussy I've ever fucked. You selfish little bitch! How could you hold back a cunt this perfect?"
Larry had never felt the bare rub of Lisa's pussy on his cock, and the warm, wet friction was already driving him to the brink of another climax.
If he had known the kind of sexual experience that was waiting for him inside the sultry blonde's cunt, he would have fucked her skin to skin on their wedding night.
Lisa gasped in pain from the shock of his savage fucking. She realized now that what she had thought were rough fuck moments before had been nothing. Larry was pounding her into the bed with every fuck-thrust now, flattening her ass cheeks and bruising her pussy lips with the brutal impact of his body against hers. She tried gripping him with her thighs to slow his onslaught, but he grabbed her right leg with his free hand and pressed it back until her knee touched her ear and her body was twisted like a pretzel beneath him.
Lisa's limber body shook with every punishing blow Larry's cock dealt her. Her head smacked painfully into the bed's ornate wooden headboard. Her body was crushed brutally into the bed with every thrust of Larry's cock.
The dazed blonde couldn't decide which was worse: the pain from the cock-thrashing Larry was giving her or the humiliation of having to kiss the soiled rubber while Larry smeared it over her pouting lips.
Larry angled his body so that he could have full advantage of the way his sexy young wife was twisted. He slicked his way into her cunt at an angle, stretching her inexperienced pussy in ways it had never been stretched before. Finally, she could take no more, and she clawed at his chest with her fingernails.
"Bitch!" Larry bellowed when her nails raked across his chest. "I hope you like the way you fucking looked in that tight little waitress outfit, because you'll be back shaking your ass for tips by the end of the fucking week!"
Lisa paused for an instant, confused as to what she should do next. The pain and humiliation she was feeling screamed out to her to fight back, to try to escape. But all her young life she had dreamed of being rich and respected, better than anyone else. She wavered in her attack, and Larry put a quick end to her rebellion.
She had never suspected Larry was fast enough to twist the rubber shut, drop it to the bed and close his fist around her right wrist in a blur of motion. Lisa had never suspected he was strong enough to grind the bones in her wrist together like a couple of frail twigs. The pain in her arm was so awful that she didn't fight at all when Larry yanked her hand above her head.
The truth of what was happening to her didn't hit until something clanked at the head of the bed and she felt a cuff clamp tightly around her wrist. Then she tried to fight again, but it was far too late. In an instant, Larry had locked her other wrist high above her head.
She was helpless.
"One more chance, bitch!" Larry growled, a cruel smile on his handsome face. "One last chance, because I love you so much. You do everything I tell you, just like I tell you, and maybe I won't throw you out on your ass. Maybe. You understand?"