and as desirable as yourself can't get the right kind of action from her old man. You're uptight, Carol. You need a good screwing and chewing. You know damn well, every time I leave you, you're always totally content.'
'Then leave me right now,' she whispered, 'and I'll be more than content.'
But her voice lacked authority at this point. She was saying one thing while begging him for something else. Despite Mark's youth, he was a man so extremely sure of himself when it came to sex, so completely unlike her own husband. If only her husband wasn't so wrapped up with his lousy insurance company all day long. If he owned the company there would be some excuse. But he was a crummy assistant manager, and the most he could hope for in his lifetime would be to become a manager. If only he could come down off that cloud of his to realize she needed him, she wouldn't have to turn to men like Mark Silo for physical relief. As it was, her frustrated body, feeling Silo's nearness, was all but screaming for him to fuck her.
'No,' he murmured, 'I can't leave you now, Carol-love. I'm horny as a bullmoose and you're just as much in need of a fuck. But I'm going to have to teach you a lesson today, Carol. I'm going to have to make you beg me for it.'
'Then I have nothing to worry about,' she said, shuddering, knowing full well it was a lie. Though her mind was frightened of what he would do, her body was even more terrified of what he might not do.
His mouth closed the distance between itself and her tantalizing lips, and though she tried pulling her head back, the way he had her waist cinched and pressed to him had her all but helpless. He continued pressing his lips against hers until she could pull her head back no further. The pressure was strong without bruising. In his own way Silo
was an expert, able to seem rough while actually enhancing the thrills of wanton desire building ever higher in her petite body.
With his lips pressed tightly to hers, he drank fully of the rich taste of her mouth, tasting the heady, intoxicating flavor of her full lips. She struggled and squirmed, trying to pull her wrists free from the hand holding it, twisting her body hard in an attempt to pull away from his encircling arm, but succeeding only in rubbing her cunt more solidly against the throbbing cock pushing Mark's pants out between his thighs.
The kiss finally ended as both came up for air. Carol was lightly crying, knowing she would shortly do anything he wished. How could she help herself? Even as his lips touched hers again, his hand released her wrists, and when she could have pushed him away, she didn't, pressing her forearms against his chest, using all her will power not to wrap them around his neck and draw him closer. She tried to stiffen herself against him, attempting to pretend what he was doing meant nothing, but his hands were roaming all over her body, touching her back, her thighs, and pressing themselves against her heaving tits, already enlarged in expectation. And when she didn't take his hand away from her tit he worked his palm against the nipple, and inside she was all the more angry at herself for not having the self-control needed to make him stop. His fingers tightened sensuously around the throbbing nipples, feeling them warm to his touch, welcoming him as she uncontrollably rubbed herself against him.
And then his hands were off her as he stepped back, removing his lips from hers. He deliberately turned around, facing the sink, and got himself a glass of water from the faucet. After drinking the water, he turned back to her and said, 'Perhaps you're right. Perhaps I'm only taking advantage of you, getting my own thrills while giving you nothing. I think it only fair for you to make the decision whether or not I go or stay. You tell me.'
Oh how Carol could have killed him at that moment. She was burning up, aflame with the anxiety he had implanted in her with all his kisses and caresses, and now he was taunting her, telling her, in effect, she would have to beg him for his cock. The son of a bitch.
'Get out of here,' she muttered, speaking so low he couldn't, or wouldn't, hear her.
'What was that?' Silo asked.
'I said… oh, God! What kind of monster are you? I'm all wrought up inside, torn apart with guilt because of what I'm doing to my husband, cheating this way. Here you are, enhancing that guilt, making me beg to feel even guiltier.'
She was crying again, leaning against the kitchen counter, sobbing strongly now. When he moved to come near her, she backed away, making him say, 'Hey now, take it easy, honey. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. You know that.'
'I know that I hate you!' she snapped at him.
'Look, Carol, if you really want me to leave, say so. I'll go.'
'You bastard,' she cursed at him.
Silo smiled again, his teeth glistening whitely beneath his black mustache. The smile had its effect on Carol. She wanted to go on hating him, but couldn't. She was hoping to keep him away from her this one time, showing herself she had the will power to resist him, but even as he raised her chin with his fingers, she knew she had lost. He kissed her lips lightly, tasting the salt of her tears, and when he pressed his palms against her cheeks, she remained where she was, no longer struggling.
When she felt the tip of his tongue lightly brush her lips a spark ran through her, and once more she tried to fight him off, whispering, 'No, Mark! No! Don't!'
'But I will, Carol,' he whispered back. 'I will because we both know you love it. Now how about coming out and admitting the truth, that you want me to fuck the ass off you.'
His smug arrogance made her angry one more time, and she said with what seemed like finality, 'I want you to leave. I want you to leave right now. I don't want you to come back.'
'If that's what you really want,' he said, releasing her and stepping away, 'I have no choice but to do as you wish.'
Slowly he turned and headed for the door through which he'd entered the house. He could feel her eyes boring into the nape of his neck as he walked. The way she stood there so helplessly made him want to laugh again, but he didn't. This was the critical moment. He had her, he knew it, provided he didn't fuck it up.
He reached the door and put his hand on the knob. That was when he heard the sound from behind him; a quick, light grunt, almost a plea. It made him turn his head. He saw she had actually taken a few steps toward him.
Turning to face her, he asked, 'Did you say something?'
'Nothing,' she murmured, staring down at the floor.
Silo walked over to where she stood and stared at the top of her head, noting the dark hair parted in the middle and pulled back. Once more he used his hand to tilt her face up and saw the plea in her eyes. They were telling him to ignore anything she said from that moment on.
Even as she stood there staring at him, he reached behind her and unzipped the top of her dress. It fell loose, letting him pull it off her shoulders, revealing the pink bra beneath. Once more his hands cupped her tits, and he saw those
pleading eyes of hers close as his palms rubbed her nipples. She was breathing raggedly now, her lips barely parted, and as he continued massaging her growing nipples, she whispered, 'Mark, this is wrong. You know it, I know it. I don't have the courage to make you go away. Please, Mark, please be strong for both of us, and walk out. I love the touch of your hand, I can't resist you, but if there's a heart somewhere inside you you'll stop this and go away, no matter how tortured I feel.'
Silo only smiled. The pangs of guilt were a little stronger now than before. It meant her intensity within would be stronger, which meant she would react more definitely.
Carol, seeing her words only made him smile, reddened with shame, positive the man was getting more from her degradation than he ever could from her body. Even as his fingers continued pinching her nipples she cursed her husband rather than Silo or herself. If her husband had only had the instincts needed to make her happy none of this would have happened. Loneliness and frustration had driven her to seek this man out at the convention, or to be more correct, to respond to his advances. If her husband, the assistant manager, had made proper love to her, she wouldn't have to resort to being fucked by a mere salesman, a salesman from another office.
Humiliated as she was, she made no move to stop his hands as they continued lightly rubbing her nipples through her bra, feeling her tits grow heavier and heavier with lust as the seconds passed. Both rubbery spikes were fully extended, frying to drive their way through the material holding them tightly pressed into her tits. He rubbed his palms in a maddening, steady circle, causing her blood to thunder through her arteries and veins as her nerves tingled with maddening desire.
It came to Carol that her entire body had suddenly come awake. Every nerve seemed to have an awareness of its own. She was a finely tuned machine, ultra-sensitive, now fully awake and aware. If he kept this up she'd have
