Quickly she obeyed. From deep within her throat came a sound she had heard only once before, the sound of a woman humming as she sucked greedily at a man's swollen cock. She could feel the massive prick twitching and throbbing in her mouth. It leaked small drops of warm, pungent sperm as she sucked, and she swallowed them greedily. The furnace between her legs was burning her entire body. Greg sucked at her and shot his tongue again and again deep into the open, red lips.
"Then did he fuck you?" he asked her, raising his head for a moment.
"Not exactly," she gasped, almost unable to control her voice. He wouldn't, she thought. Her own husband wouldn't do what Martin had. He's not that cruel!
"What do you mean, not exactly?"
"He-he did it to me from behind," she stammered, unable to look at his contorted face.
"In the ass?" his voice rose increduously. "He fucked you in the ass?"
"Yes, oh yes, but please don't. It-it hurts, darling, it hurts," she pleaded as though her life depended on it.
He pulled at her red anus with his finger, contemplating if he should. But he stopped a moment later. Obviously she had been forced to do it that way and he would have no part of that. He had had enough revenge for now. He wanted his cock to drive deep within her and remind her that her body belonged to him and no one else. If they were to talk, they would do it later.
He quickly turned his body, meeting her face with his. Her eyes were blood red with tears but she thought she saw a sign of remorse as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her, crushing her lips with his.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and ground her pelvis up into his loins. "I won't do that," he said to her. "But I'm going to fuck you like Martin never could! Do you want me to fuck you like that?"
"Yes, Greg, please. Fuck me as hard as you can, harder than ever before. Please fuck me now!" she pleaded, wanting in her agony for him to destroy her.
He repositioned himself and thrust at her with his massive swollen cock, but missed her the first time. Rotating his hips slightly he found the entrance and plunged himself deeply into her. "Oooooohhh," she moaned. "Oooohhh, I love you, I swear I do, darling. Fuck me, please," she begged. Her words and groaning excited him to a new frenzy. For half an hour they had been tormenting each other with sex and with words. And he could hold back no longer. He began to thrust himself up into her hot, contracting pussy as hard as he could.
Each stroke was like the first for her, except that it was more wanted than the last. Each time she locked her legs out wide and drove her hips up to meet him. They were both on fire, as though trying to destroy each other, fighting more than loving. He wanting revenge on her and she wanting to appease his honor, trying to hurt herself as they drove harder and harder against each other.
"Oh, arrggggghhhhh," he groaned as his climax hit him like a thunder bolt. His sperm pulled its way up from the depths of his balls like a hungry bear falling upon a stray piece of meat, the white hot liquid shooting in wild, uncontrolled spurts toward the heat that burned inside the straining belly beneath him. She grunted, contracting the muscles of her cunt tighter and tighter around his plunging cock as he erupted again and spewed relentlessly, spurt after spurt deep into her body.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "I'm cummmmmmmiiinnnnggggg, toooooo!!" and arched her back upwards like a tilting wagon about to go over the edge of a cliff into nothingness. His juices filled her and crashed wetly into her own as her muscles contracted time and again, releasing them both from the agonizing torture they had been subjected to for the last thirty minutes.
For a quarter of an hour they lay on the bed. At first they had panted, but the tremors had subsided and they breathed normally. Greg reached to the bedside table for a cigarette. "Why did you do it?" he asked her simply as he lit a smoke for both of them. "Was it just because I had neglected you or have you fallen in love with him?"
"No, he-he forced me," she said.
"How the hell could he have forced you," Greg said, a little angry that she could have allowed something like that to happen… unless…
"I don't want to tell you…" she started to say.
"Now," he said. "Don't waste any time. How did he force you?"
Still sorry that he had not told her about what he had been doing with the company money, she began to relate the story. Greg sat with disbelief in the dark as she continued. "… and so that's how. I couldn't take a chance. I didn't know if he was lying about what you were doing or not."
"He wasn't lying," he said with a defeated tone in his voice. "Everything he said was true." But that was what she didn't want to hear. Why had he become a thief? Why? Now what could they do? He was so bright, the head of his class at the small Midwestern college where they had met. He was always voted the most likely to succeed. What had gone wrong?
"I don't understand how Martin could have found out," he continued. "If he could, then anyone else can if they have the right connections."
"Why, Greg? Why did you do it to begin with?" she said. She was looking for a bridge back to their marriage. If he would tell her perhaps she would begin to understand this man. Perhaps, they still had a chance.
"Mismanagement, I guess," he said. "I could manage my job alright, but for some reason, I couldn't seem to balance our personal budget. There were always too many things we wanted. Too many nights out, too much money spent entertaining prospective contacts, in the higher offices. Maybe I could have done it with a bigger expense account, but there was no other way. I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't started taking a little."
"Oh Greg, darling." Janet sobbed gently next to him. "If only I had known."
"It wasn't much at first and it was too easy. There is no problem at all padding loan repayments and adjusting the company books. No one else could have done it without being the manager. In fact, even so, they might not have. I did do a good job, or so I thought. I just don't understand how Martin could have found out."
"He's been with the company a long time," she said. "It probably wasn't hard for him. He's certainly not a stupid man."
"He's a lot smarter than I ever thought," he said.
Janet said nothing more as her husband turned on his side to sleep. What Martin might do was foremost in her mind. She adjusted the covers and settled down for a sleepless night. Tears filled her eyes in silent prayer. She could see no solution and obviously Greg couldn't either. He hadn't even tried to see a way out. The shock must have been too much for him, she thought. He could only wonder how Martin had discovered him. His pride in being caught had been more injured than anything else. He didn't even seem to care about what Martin had done to her.
She closed her eyes and drifted into the half-sleep she would endure for many nights to come.
CHAPTER SIX
Darleen pulled a beige leather glove onto her left hand. It was two thirty, Wednesday afternoon, five days after her husband had seduced Janet Richards. Her mind had been involved in nothing for the last few days, except to originate plans for the younger couple who were under Martin's power. She had only to wait for word from him as to when Greg Richards returned home from his trip and she could initiate her first step. She picked up the car keys and turned towards the door but the brash ringing of the telephone stopped her.
"Hello, baby," she heard Martin's ringing voice at the other end. He rarely called her at home unless it was extremely important. Maybe for once it wouldn't be she almost hoped. Maybe he would just ask her to meet him for a drink after work.
"I'm on my way to do some shopping," she said. "Is anything wrong."
"To the contrary. I thought you might be interested to know that Greg is at the office today. He came home last night."