Jason Cannon

Spouse in torment

CHAPTER ONE

"Aaaarrrggghh!" she screamed as Ken Morton thrust half his fist up her cunt.

It was seven o'clock in the morning and he wanted another quick fuck before they both had to get up and go to the office.

"You want my cock now, Lou?" he asked.

"You bastard, you know I do," Louise replied. "Jesus, you're amazing. You fuck me half the night and then wake me up by shoving your fist up my cunt and saying 'I want to fuck you again!'"

He stared down at her lustily. Ken Morton had always fucked his secretaries, but this one might outlast the others. She was a real screamer. She loved sex. And sex was the one thing besides money and power that Ken Morton loved.

He eased his body down until the throbbing cum tube on the underside of his cock lay in the furrow of her gushing cuntal slit. Then he buried his face between the warm softness of her tits.

She breathed hard at his touch and clutched his head between her breasts, jamming the globes against his ears and twisting her fingers in his hair.

He moved his mouth across her naked hot tits and captured one nipple in his mouth. He sucked it with all the lust and power in his tongue and cheeks.

She groaned and moved her chest beneath his face in wild gyrations of joy and rising passion. "Yes, yes, suck on 'em! Make 'em sweat and bounce!"

Harder and harder he sucked, swirling his tongue over the rigid nipples that quivered so delightfully.

She answered his intensity by arching her back and raising her chest, eagerly offering both trembling mounds of flesh to his hotly devouring mouth.

"Go on, honey, suck my tits! Suck 'em hard! Yessssss, bite 'em! Make 'em hurt! Bite the shit out of 'em!"

His hands found the tie which held her negligee in place. He jerked it open all the way down to the furry crotch, exposing the softly curling cunt hairs between her throbbing thighs.

The smell of her cunt rising to his nostrils inflamed both his mind and his cock. He lifted and pulled her body to him, covering her mouth with his. Her tongue flicked forward, slipping past his teeth and into his mouth. She moaned loud and long as her arms circled his neck, pressing tightly, molding their mouths together.

"Now I'm going to fuck you."

"Yes! Gimme your meat, darling! Pour your cock into my fuckhole!"

He sucked again at one of her generous tits as he positioned the big head of his enormous cock at the lips of her pussy. She was soaked with the juices of her arousal. He leaned forward and felt his glans part the petals of her cunt.

She grunted in anticipation and when he didn't impale her immediately, she thrust upward with her hips in an effort to capture his cock.

He laughed.

"You teasing son of a bitch!" she cried. "Give it to me! You got me hot, now do something about it! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!"

Her thighs opened even wider, her cuntlips writhing spasmodically at the prospect of soon having his magnificent, pleasure-giving cock rammed hotly up her cunt. "Hurry! Give it to me. Shove that fuckin' cock up me!"

She reached with her hand and grabbed his meat. She pulled him down on top of her and crushed the fun length of her body against his. At the same time, she ground her pelvis hard into him, opening her legs wide. Her hot cunt flared open, pouring forth the juice of her desire, waiting for the attack to come.

"Fuck me! Fuck meee, dammit!" she wailed, straining her cunt up to the fiery head of his cock. "Put it up inside me… let me feel your cock inside me! Give it to me, now… NOW!"

Her pelvis was grinding upward and forward as she spoke. Her hands dove between their bodies and closed over his prick to guide it into the moist pink lips of her hot, eager cunt.

Ken flexed his hips with a sudden driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard prick deep into the gaping wet mouth between her parted thighs. Into her convulsing cunt it went with a shattering force.

And then they were fucking wildly, loudly, as if there would be no tomorrow, and no more fucks.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, fuck yes!" she squealed in delight beneath him as the huge hunk of meat rammed into her writhing body. "Beautiful! Beautiful cock!"

He felt the smooth, pulsating cunt walls slip hotly around his prick, consuming it as it raced to the depths of her cunt. The full length of his huge cock was buried inside her. His balls slapped with a rhythm against her puckered asshole.

"It's in you, baby! All of it!" he growled.

"Yeah, I feel it! It feels so fucking good! Now screw me with it!" she squealed. "Fuck me with it good!"

His cock seemed to have a life of its own as it quivered and throbbed. The foreskin peeled back tautly from the head. He could feel the sticky juices of her willing hole coating his prick like a glove.

Then he was hilly inside her, his crotch grinding against hers in an up-and-down motion. He reached under her and cupped the fleshy softness of her asscheeks.

Suddenly her whole body responded to his impaling cock. She became a mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming. She could feel it. He could feel it.

"OHHHHHHHH shit, fuck shit!" she groaned, loving the shock, beating a tattoo on his ass with her heels and grinding her clit against him. Howling sounds came from her throat as she bounced her tits against his chest and tore at his back with her nails.

"Are you coming already, honey? Is it good? Is it, huh?" he gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and passion that seemed to surge from her body.

She answered him with her body. Her come had been good, almost complete in the wild sensations it had caused all through her, clear up to her tits.

"Now you," she cried. "Heat up my belly with your cum. Juice my pussy, Ken darling! Come in me!"

"Fuck me back, baby," he groaned. "Pound my dick with your sweet pussy!"

The spasms started again in her love hole. "Fuck me with it! Hurt me if you can. Tear my pussy apart with your meat!"

His hips drew back, drawing his cock from her cunt until only the head nestled lovingly between her lips. Then she pulled on his buttocks and forced him back into her.

Vibrating quivers bathed his cock as she came again and continued the writhing and bucking of her hips. She groaned her pleasure and let it spread across her face.

He plunged his dick in and out of her in a pumping fuck that excited him even more.

And then he hissed out his passion as he felt the molten cum surge from deep in his balls.

Louise sensed it and reached below her upraised ass to cup his spasming balls as they pumped her full of cum. With a gentle pressure she nudged them and he continued to come in waves of gushing sperm.

"Yes… yes," she moaned, "fill my cunt with your hot juice!"

She reached her own peak again as the last of his cum poured into her belly. She wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to keep pumping until she could come yet again.

"Yes, yes… more, more, baby… still more!" she urged.

She pumped against him until a tiny scream erupted from her throat. "Oh, Ken, yes… yes… I'm there again!"

She bucked through a final come and then he pulled his wet, cum-soaked cock from her pussy and crawled up until it was above her face.

"Clean it off, honey," he urged.

Eagerly and willingly she obliged, replacing all the cum and pussy juice on his love staff with saliva from her hot mouth. Then she dried his cock off by massaging it with her tits.

At last he rolled away from her and reached for the cigarettes. He lit two and handed her one.

"You mind if I come in a little late this morning?" she asked. "I want to have my hair done."

"'S okay," he nodded, dragging deeply on the cigarette. "Harris won't be in until about eleven."

"Do you think he'll award the contracts to you?"

"Can't say for sure," Ken replied. "It just depends on how well my wife fucked him last night."

CHAPTER TWO

When Lisa Morton woke up, she felt a stranger in the bed beside her.

She didn't turn her head at first. At that particular moment, she wanted to enjoy the slow luxury of awakening, wanted time to get her mind operating again. There was a pattern of sunlight reflected through the blinds along one wall, and she turned to look at it.

The pattern was a familiar one. In fact, the position of those slats of light on the wall could almost tell her the time, the way a sundial might. At dawn, the light struck through the window of her twentieth floor apartment and painted bars of sunshine all across the wall near the ceiling. As the day advanced and the sun climbed into the sky, those bars would inch down toward the floor. At around noon or so, they would disappear altogether.

She examined the position of the bars carefully, and judged the time to be past nine o'clock. Of course, it would have been much easier to simply look at the clock on her night table, but there was a stranger on that side, and she didn't want to look at him.

She tried to remember his name and then it came to her – Harris. He was advertising manager for a big cola company and he was about to award a huge advertising contract to her husband's agency.

Then she remembered Ken's phone call. "His name's Harris, honey: Milt Harris. We'll pull the same old bit. He comes up for dinner, I get tied up, and you entertain him."

"Ken?"

"Yeah?"

"What if I don't feel like it?"

"Don't feel like it?" he laughed. "Hey, baby, this is your old man you're talkin' to… you always feel like it! Remember our little deal, and how good it's been for us. Hump him hard, honey!"

Yes, Lisa remembered their little deal. How in the hell could she forget it?

And so she had gone to bed with another stranger, and she had humped the hell out of him just as Ken had told her to do.

She sighed. Time was passing. Sooner or later she would have to get up. She had a feeling there were things to do today, and spending the morning in bed would accomplish nothing. The man beside her should be awakened and packed on his way so that she might have, some life to herself.

But she didn't want to awaken him. She had no clear recollection of the previous evening, or of the type of man he might be, but some sense told her he would be a clinger. She entertained a lot of clingers for Ken, and they, were the worst of all, worse even than the perverts and fools who sometimes shared her bed.

She had gotten pretty drunk before she had finally let him get her into bed. Anymore, that was the only way she could really enjoy fucking the strangers. Booze made it bearable. But in the mornings she just wanted to get rid of them.

She always had to keep up the pretense that it had been the first time that she had cheated on her husband, and she felt so guilty about it. She puffed up their egos by telling them that Ken would kill her if he ever found out.

Then they would inevitably go to Ken with a guilty conscience. That was part of their deal. The deal they had made when they got married, and both of them had just wanted sex and wealth.

But now that they had the wealth, Lisa found out that she wanted more than just sex; she wanted love to go along with it.

There was no point in worrying about it. If luck was with her this morning, the man beside her might simply awaken, give her a squeeze or two, then get dressed and leave.

Lisa shifted her gaze from the stripes on the wall and eased her body over slowly. She looked first at the clock, and saw her estimation of the time had been accurate. It was nine-thirty-five.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the stranger. He was still sleeping, but not very deeply. He looked as if he would wake up in a few minutes or so. She examined his features, and was a bit surprised to see she didn't recognize him at all. Of course, it was still a bit early, but she had spent the night with this man, and he should look a little familiar!

The man had kicked the coven down during the night, baring his body from head to waist. Only a single fold of blanket covered his form. On impulse, Lisa reached out and plucked the cloth away.

He stirred slightly, and his hips shifted. He was beginning to awaken.

Lisa moved her body carefully, trying to slip from the bed without rousing him. If she could get to the closet and cover her naked body with a robe before he saw her, it would make the process of getting rid of him that much simpler. Seeing her bare body would only remind him of the night just past, and might trigger the stupid reaction that would turn him into a clinger.

She made it to the edge of the bed and slipped her legs over the side. Now came the hard part – easing herself off the mattress without telegraphing the movement to the springs, or to the man. Slowly and evenly she lifted her lush buttocks from the bed and shifted her weight forward onto her legs.

A hand touched her.

She closed her eyes and inhaled very deeply.

The hand was cupping her left buttock, and the fingers were inching to the right. She stood up quickly and stepped out of reach.

"Hey," he said.