an orgasm before he buried his cock inside her hungry cunt.
Yes, he would bury that thick, hard hunk of meat in her. She knew full well she wouldn't let him leave until he'd completely sated every burning bit of lascivious desire. That was the trouble. Had he merely satisfied the fire in her cunt, easing her frustration, she would have been able to turn him away very easily. But he had made fucking an unbelievable experience, bringing her to the realization that it was something more than a reproductive act, or a sensation needed to remove frustrations. It was the be-all and end-all of everything. Fucking was as important as eating and drinking.
Silo enjoyed the mastery he had over this woman. He could easily understand Joe Orgiurio's feelings, and the anger the latter felt at being dumped by a girl. Hell, if Carol dumped him, he'd feel just as frustrated and angry. The mere thought aroused him. Now he wanted her very much, but he also wanted to hear her admit she wanted him. He purposely continued teasing her nipples and rubbing her tits, kissing her earlobes and stabbing his tongue into her ear while in no way advancing. Carol became overheated. The blaze inside her became too much, and she turned to him as he bit her earlobe, feeling the scrape of his teeth as her lobe pulled away.
'Fuck me, goddamn you,' she pleaded. 'Please fuck me!'
His eyes became slitted openings as he looked at her in an almost detached way.
'Let's not hurry,' he smirked. 'Because if we hurry, we might do something wrong. No, Carol, we'll take our time as we always do. Besides, this'll give you the time you need to definitely decide whether or not you really want to be fucked.'
'Oh yes, yes,' she begged. 'I want to be fucked.'
'You might change your mind again.'
'I won't. I swear I won't. My solemn word I won't change my mind. Oh fuck me, please fuck me!'
'Your solemn word,' he jeered, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the kitchen, as if he were the one about to change his mind. Carol, mad with heat, rubbed her body against his, feeling the swelling of his prick push his pants out even further. He was hot. She knew it. Yet he seemed to refuse to respond now that he'd finally gotten her to the point where she needed his hot cock, badly. Her fingers nimbly raced up and down his shirt, unbuttoning it and tugging it out of his pants.
Silo was really enjoying himself. It was a pleasure to know he had such a powerful hold on this woman, who, only minutes earlier, had been begging him to leave. He would fuck her good and proper, all right, but at his own leisurely pace. If he got back to the office late, he could always claim he was out on a sales appointment and didn't make the sale.
His hands were at his sides, refusing to touch her now. When she pressed her tits against his body while pulling his shirt off, he seemed not to respond, save for the monstrous hard-on still pushing his pants away from his body. His change of attitude at this moment was affecting her to an even greater degree than it had earlier, when the ideas had been reversed. He could see her thighs pressing against one another in an attempt to rub her cuntlips together.
Carol felt overwhelming desire tear through her body, increasing her wantonness even more. The slick, hot, slippery drippings from her cunt were already soaking her panties, seeping down one thigh. The zipper of her dress seemed, of its own accord, to open the rest of the way, and as she squirmed, the dress slid over her hips and fell to the floor. She was moaning and grunting, pressing her full, solid thighs together, and Silo could see the widening stain of cunt-juice at their juncture, making the dark vee seem even darker.
His laugh was a derisive thing as he felt her lips on his bare chest.
'Jesus, but you really are one hot bitch, aren't you, Carol? You're turning yourself on.'
'Scum,' she hissed, pulling away from him, angered by his refusal to respond.
Going to the sink, she turned on the cold water with the intention of letting it run on the nape of her neck and perhaps break the spell controlling her. She felt like a real honest-to-God whore. She was such a tramp she didn't deserve the husband she had, out earning a living to bring her all the niceties of life. She deserved to have her husband strip her naked and drag her through the streets by her hair, yelling for the world to come see the harlot. She deserved to be whipped until her flesh was raw and bloody. Then she deserved to be burned at the stake.
Sobbing and leaning over the sink, she didn't hear him behind her, and was unaware of him until she felt the pressure of his cock against her ass. It was still covered by his pants, but she knew it was his cock. And the tautness of the pants around it let her know it would soon break out of its own accord if it wasn't freed.
'Goddamn you,' she wept, 'goddamn you, go away, leave me alone. I don't care any more. I just don't care. Fuck me if it pleases you, or don't. I just don't care.'
'Well then we might as well forget the whole thing, huh. I mean, I don't want to shove the old frankfurter into a dead roll.'
'What a great way to put it.'
'It fits, honey. We'll fuck, but when I think you feel like it and not before.'
Beaten, she remained leaning over the sink, feeling him press his thick, hard hunk of solid cock harder against her ass. Her sad indifference passed quickly, and she suddenly felt hotter than ever. This time she knew he would fuck her, and this time she intended getting off more than six times to his one..
His hands came up under her armpits and straightened her up. She exhaled heavily as his hands once more gripped her tits, his lips pressing into the base of her throat, while his cock continued squeezing itself, pants and all, into the panty-covered crack of her ass. He pushed harder, but with his pants and her panties in the way, penetration was nonexistent.
'Goddamn!' he cursed, and unsnapped her bra.
Her hands went to her tits, holding the bra in place while his fingers slid to the waistband of her panties and yanked them down with a single, fluid movement. She stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, still clutching the bra. He reached around and pulled the bra off and away, letting it far on the counter.
Naked, she still faced away from him, feeling the roughness of his pants rub against the tender flesh of her asscheeks. She was unable to move; unable to turn; unable to speak. So she stood there, her hands once again resting on the rim of the sink as his hands rotated against her hips, her belly, and once again, her tits. The light pressure of his fingers made her shiver as if he were rubbing her with an ice cube. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her cheek rubbing his, his lips pressing into the side of her throat. Her nervous system was all a flutter, and she felt her legs turning to water. Oh God! He was so fantastic.
Carol sighed, feeling the heavy knob of his solid cock as it pressed the rough material of his pants into the crevice of her perspiring asscheeks. It roved up and down, trying to make the groove wider a well as deeper. Silo had a long, fat, heavy prick, and she knew she would freak out when she saw it in all its naked splendor. It was half again as large as her husband's.
His hands clutched her tits, his fingers pressing into the flesh while his palms continued to lightly rotate. Her nipples were long, thick nails, trying to cut into his hands while his fingers turned and twisted on the white flesh, massaging the light brown areolas as well. She couldn't believe how his touch seemed to enlarge her tits to a size she never would have believe possible.
He was sucking on her earlobe, squeezing it between his teeth, all but tearing it off, and she loved it. The hot breath from his nostrils filled her ear, and she trembled all over. He was so sensually arousing.
'Like it?' he asked between mouthfuls of earlobe.
'Mmmm,' was all she could say, writhing her ass hard against him, making his already iron-hard cock harder.
His hands continued wandering across the length and breadth of her torso, stopping now and again to tweak her nipples or play with her navel.
'Your flesh is as soft as a baby's ass,' he murmured. 'You're something special, Carol, real special.'
Like all women, Carol Warner was susceptible to flattery. She let his praise of her wash over her like a wave. But she wouldn't let him know, keeping her lips tightly shut, thrilling to the way his flat hand slid down across her tummy, while his other hand held tightly to her swollen tit. His finger sank into her belly button again, making her press her
round, solid asscheeks more tightly against him. Moisture came jetting from her hot cunt as she had a minor orgasm. It made her shake and shiver violently as his lips branded kisses on her neck.
The hand on her belly moved lower, traveling through a jungle of black fleece, feeling how sodden it was, and her cunt felt an electric spark shoot through it. He grabbed some of the tight, curly hairs with his fingers, pulling and tugging, not hard enough to really hurt her even if some did loosen and come out, but with enough pressure to
