"Oh, no," Dom replied. "Blow-jobs I can get from women… older women with hairy cunts. No, honey, since you have a pretty hairless pussy now, I'm gonna fuck you!"
Then Angela understood. Her husband had a fetish for little girls. That had been what was wrong all the time! Now she really was afraid. "Dom… maybe we can work this out, after all!"
"We'll work nothing out. Take off your clothes, nice and slow, as if you were doing a strip for your boyfriend."
"Dom, believe me, it-it just happened. I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear I didn't! I'll never see him again, I promise. It's just that – well, my God, Dom, you never talk to a woman, you just push her down on the bed and give it to her when you want her! It's terrible to live with you. If only you could be nice once in a while!"
Dom grinned, but there was no humor in it. "Can the chatter, Angie," he said, "and just peel down raw, nice and slow."
"All right, all right!" Angela quivered as she began to tug off her dress. The slip followed, and she stood in white nylon bra and panties to match.
His eyes narrowed as they fixed on the heavy yet firm mounds of her tits, with the dark areolas and the full, ripe nipples. "Your tits are too big for such a young girl, but that's all right. We'll just mash 'em down a little. Keep going!"
Angela could see that his cock was beginning to harden as she nervously reached back to unhook her bra and let it fall. Dom licked his lips as her naked tits burst into view. She shuddered at the cruel, gloating, possessive look in his dark eyes.
She told herself desperately that she had to do everything she could to please him, to make him forget the episode with Barry. Yet her thighs were quivering, and she could hardly stand as she slipped her panties down, stooping so that her heavy tits dangled and jiggled.
Dom drooled as he saw the raw, red lips of her hairless pussy gape open. "You're quite some bitch, you are. You get a guy real hot, don't you? I'll bet that poor jerk wasn't really thinking of fucking until you led him on."
"I swear to God, Dom," Angela nervously stammered, her voice breaking under the tension, "that neither of us meant to do anything wrong. I've never cheated on you before, honest to God I haven't, Dom darling. Please forgive me. If you'd only show me more attention, I could be a wonderful wife to you. I really could. And-and you know you like it when we go to bed together. I can satisfy you, can't I?"
"Oh, sure, you're a good enough lay when you've got your mind on your business, bitch," Dom growled with a humorless chuckle. "Just stretch out on your back. That's a position awful easy for a broad like you to take. Just lay there and think how you're gonna try to please me and make me real happy and maybe overlook what you and that stupid bastard did this evening, huh?"
He had taken off his shirt and undershirt, revealing his hairy chest.
Angela took her place on the bed, her hands up her neck, her thighs spread docilely. But she couldn't stop the nervous twitchings that ran up and down along her inner thighs, nor control the erratic breathing that made her magnificent, big tits rise and fall. Sweat beaded her temples at the thought of what her husband was thinking; she wished she could get inside his mind and read his thoughts.
"All ready to be fucked, nice and sweet and gentle, aren't you, bitch!" he hissed.
"Y-yes, Dom darling," Angela gasped, raising her eyes to him and arching her cunt in a provocative pose, hoping to take his mind off Barry and lure him between her thighs.
Slowly her husband took off his slacks, and then his shorts. He exuded an animal cruelty as he stalked over to the bed and knelt down on it, staring greedily at her pussy and at the swelling mounds of her tits. "So you're sorry about what you did, huh, bitch?" he growled.
Tears sprang to Angela's eyes. "Oh, yes, Dom, darling… I didn't mean to! You've got to believe me, honey. I won't ever do it again!"
"I know you won't, baby. Well, I suppose these things happen. Any how, let's see how good you can fuck right now. Only first, I wanna have you suck me a little and get me nice and hard for that itchy cunt of yours!"
"All right, d-darling. I'll do whatever you want!"
"You bet your ass you will, baby," he chuckled as he crawled up over her face and thrust his stiff dick against her trembling lips. "Lemme see how good you can suck, baby. You seem to like cock so much, I'm gonna let you have your fill of it right now!"
Closing her eyes, Angela passively obeyed. Opening her mouth, she took his thick prick and nuzzled it, while he tauntingly ordered, "Suck it good and loud so's I can hear, bitch!"
Angela got on her hands and knees and swallowed his dick. It immediately started to grow as she sucked.
With her eyes tightly closed, she didn't see Dom pick up the long, thin hair brush. But she felt it when he brought it down hard across her naked ass.
"Keep sucking!"
Again he raised the brush, and brought it down with a wicked crack against the right cheek of her ass. The sting of pain drew a wailing cry from Angela's lips. But Dom could hear nothing through the heat of his lust. Another blow followed, on the other cheek. Angela raised her head, her face taut and strained, eyes filled with tears, her lips quivering. Yet her as seemed to arch out to the brush, as if welcoming it.
"Now turn around!"
He didn't wait for her to obey. Cruelly, he pulled her around and, without warning, rammed the hairbrush, bristles first, up her cunt.
"Oh, my Godddd!" Angela screamed as the rough bristles tore across her clit and ground their way into her sensitive cuntal walls.
The agony nearly made her pass out. But she knew that it had only just begun.
Dom used one hand to ravage her tender cunt with the hairbrush while he grasped her hip with the other. He pulled her asshole back to the head of his dick.
Her soft, trembling ass waggled defensively in the air, and for a moment she tried to move forward. But Dom pushed her neck down and she gave up any struggling; her body was a helpless toy for him to use in his bestial need for satisfaction. And the satisfaction would only be realized when he had shot his load of hot, sticky cum deep within her asshole!
He bared his teeth, then reached out and spread her asscheeks wider. Angela felt his thumbs spread her rear hole apart and open the tiny puckered opening. She tried to twist away, but she was a prisoner in his steel-like grip.
No… no… nooooo! her mind screamed. Please noooooo!
Dom gaped at the cheeks of her butt, so white and smooth as they stretched before him. They were magnificent. They were like a sacrifice to his lust and desire. He could hardly wait for her to squirm and cry beneath his driving prick. He wanted to hurt her. The thought sent sensations of desire racing through his body.
He ground the head of his giant prick along the narrow valley of her ass crevice, pressing the soft cheeks of flesh around it.
Angela groaned in agony as she felt his savage hands on her ass. She shivered as she felt the man's wild dick ripping the length of her buttocks and she wiggled desperately as he rammed into the soft, tender flesh.
"Nice, baby… real nice," he growled.
He drew her trembling asscheeks painfully apart and shot his cock into the spread mouth of her tiny asshole.
He pushed and pulled, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider.
"Oh, God, help me! Oh, please, don't do this to me!" she cried, and felt his cock slithering farther up inside. "Oh, God, not there… please, not there! Let me blow you! I'll suck your cock, anything! But don't fuck me there… not with that fucking hairbrush in my cunt at the same time!"
"Shit, baby, you want your holes filled. Well, I'm gonna fill 'em good!"
He held her helpless. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk of his hips, he broke through the flesh of her narrow asshole and drove his hard prick deep up into the yielding flesh of her bowels.