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CHAPTER TWO

It isn't fair, Angela thought, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall. Six months it had taken her to find a steady cock like Mario. Now the bastard was leaving town.

"Shit," she said aloud.

How long would it take her to find another good cock? And how much fucking could she get out of Dom in the meantime?

She reached back and unhooked the clasp of her sheer bra. Bending forward, she let her creamy tits fall free. She flung the bra carelessly onto the bed and turned to face the mirror, naked now from the waist up. She took a huge breath of air and thrust her tits forward, examining her reflection with frowning satisfaction. Turning from side to side, she saw that her exercises were working; her tits were high and proud, not a hint of sag.

"Any man would drool to suck on those beauties. And what does Dom want all the time? Just to stick his dick in my mouth and come, come, come!"

She quickly unzipped her skirt. It slid down her smooth thighs and then over her knees, falling to a puddle on the floor. She pushed her panties down and combed her fingers through the thick mat of fur covering her cunt.

"You're not a bad-looking broad for twenty-eight," she breathed to the reflection staring back at her. "You've still got your dancer's body even if you've lost your voice, Angela!"

From the time Angela was six, she had wanted to be a singer and a dancer. She worked hard at it – local TV, variety shows, even lying about her age and working in cheap dives to get experience.

Then, at eighteen, she'd gotten her break. Barry Golden had spotted Angela in a club one night and hired her at once as one of the back-up girls in his act.

A shiver went through her body as she thought of Barry. He'd been her first lover… and maybe the best one.

Her hands moved down her abdomen and groped at the thick, softly curling jet-black pubic hair up between her firm thighs. She slowly spread her legs and watched as the dark bush covering her cunt became wet in the half-light of her bedroom.

She felt her slit pulse against the tips of her fingers as she drew the narrow furrow open. She exposed the fleshy lips of her hot cunt to the cool air.

"Oohhh, shit, trading Barry for Dom was like trading a man for an animal!" she gasped.

Groaning, she thrust her middle finger into the moistened cuntal slit, feeling the lips of her pussy part slightly. Her mind raced wildly over the vision of Barry fucking her. She could still hear the smack of flesh against naked flesh, and the low mewling sounds of passion erupting from her throat. She recalled the length and thickness of Barry's glistening cock as it had thrust in and out of her hungrily sucking cunt.

Thinking of her first fuck, the fire in her cunt burned more intensely than ever, demanding more to feed its hunger. She wormed in another finger, spreading her legs farther apart.

She looked down at herself to see one hand working on the nipple of her left breast while the other fucked rhythmically in and out of her glistening pussy. She imitated the thrust and counter thrust of a long, hard cock ravishing her cunt.

Angela's mind went wild as she thought of Barry and how good it had been with him.

"We don't play games in this business, baby," Barry said, guiding her into his hotel room. "We let it all hang out, and we do it all!"

Angela was more than ready. She wanted a career and she wanted sex. Barry Golden stood for both.

The moment the door closed behind them, Angela went directly to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She crossed her long legs in such a way that the skirt fell open and bared her thighs to her pussy.

She watched, her pulse racing, as Barry stepped toward the bed. He had a hard-on.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Her whole body shaking with tension as he brought her close to him and put his lips to hers. It was a long kiss, more beautiful than any kiss she had ever shared before. Without coaxing, she parted her lips and eagerly accepted his tongue, letting him taste the melted honey of her mouth. It was a kiss that robbed her of all conscious thought and turned her body into a seething volcano of passion.

For all their bigness his hands were so soft, so sure, so gentle, his touch light and thrilling. He didn't grab or squeeze. Parting the front of her blouse, he put his hands on her naked flesh, cupping her right tit and then lowering his head to lovingly kiss and suck the nipple.

Her tits felt huge, as if they were going to burst. She was aware of her breath deepening as he filled her whole body with new and jarring emotions that were fierce and demanding – yet at the same time romantic and beautiful.

With the same gentleness with which he had kissed and fondled her tits, Barry lowered her onto the bed. He kissed and tongued all the right places, bringing her to unknown heights of passion.

Somewhere along the line – she was not sure just when – he paused just long enough to remove his clothing. Angela had long since lost all track of details. She knew only that he was back on the bed with her, positioning her so that her head rested on the pillows, her long hair fanned out on each side of her face. She needed no prodding to spread her legs for him. He positioned himself between them. Looking down over her tits, she could see his cock – every bit as big and beautiful as she knew it would be.

Impatiently, she lifted her ass off the mattress and arched her back to meet him. She could have sworn that she heard the sizzling contact as the flaming head of his prick touched the dripping pink flesh of her cunt and he entered her.

His magnificent cock sank deeper and deeper into her cuntal flesh, filling her pulsing hole to absolute capacity, the room and everything in it began to spin around and around. Her senses reeled with lust. She arched her body toward him as his hands fondled the high pointed tits. She kneaded them gently as she wriggled her belly and thighs against his. Soft, sensuous gurgles erupted from deep within her throat.

She stroked his firm, muscular body, setting him aflame with fiery lust as their hot lips clashed in a smoldering, demanding kiss.

"I'm crazy about you, baby. What a fantastic body!" She continued stroking his hard body, further arousing him. The animal vitality of his strength fanned her senses to such a degree that she lunged toward him, her enormous tits heaving as she twisted beneath him.

Barry bent his head over the large, succulent mounds and devoured them as his cock stoked the fire in her cunt higher and higher. He sucked the delicious nipples and they swelled and grew taut under his hot lips. Angela wailed with delight as her cunt grabbed his hard cock.

"Oh, honey, ooohhhhh," Barry moaned huskily. "I can't wait!"

Then he went wild, ramming down hard, spreading her fleshy thighs as she clawed at the small of his back and heaved her buttocks up. He tried to go easy, prolonging the sensation.

"Stay with me baby, easy does it," Barry groaned.

"It's wonderful!" Angela cried, her voice muffled against his chest. "I've never, felt so wonderful – so wild!"

Desperately he tried to slow down, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He mouthed her swollen tits as his prick rammed her cunt in hard strokes.

Angela balanced her weight on her shoulders as her body arched up, meeting him stroke for stroke.

She was whimpering softly as she rouged his firm flesh with her fingernails.

Hot, convulsive lust flooded her body as her hips rotated swiftly and her asscheeks reared and bucked. She clamped down hard, sending hot stabs of pleasure to her cunt.

They soared upward at a savage paced. Consumed with fiery passion, Angela muttered low throaty words of endearment. As the pace increased to a frantic crescendo, she shut her eyes tightly, hanging on as the smoldering come convulsed her body.

Their wild fuck session went on and on as they passionately fell apart, rested, then clamped together again. They were caught up in another world, another time.

"Oh, God, God, Barry, darling, fuck me, screw my cunt, fuck it, FUCK MIBEEB!" Angela heard her voice fill the room.

Her face contorted as she felt her cunt coming and coming again – tiny fiery fingers of pleasure leaping through her clasping and unclasping cuntal walls – and her whole body vibrated in the throes of continuous orgasm.

"Aaargghbh, Jesus!" Barry moaned. "I'm coming… I'm coming again!"

"Oh, good, good, good, darling!" she gasped.

"Fuck me! Fuck me always!"

"There ain't no such thing as always, baby."

Angela's quivering pussy grew wetter still, the white-hot juices gushing from around her fingers and covering her hand. She could feel it running in warm, slippery rivulets down the insides of her trembling thighs to her knees.

She stayed in a position with her legs splayed out wide, enjoying the last flutterings of dying pleasure that coursed through her cunt. Finally, the last throes subsides and she withdrew her fingers from her warmly quivering cuntal passage.

But the come hadn't satisfied her, nor had it driven the thoughts of Barry from her mind.

He had fucked her brains out and promised her the moon. Together, he said, they were going to go right to the top.

But it hadn't worked out like that. Somehow, in the shuffle, Barry went on and she got left behind.

Without Barry, show business was suddenly cold and lonely for Angela.

Along came Dom, offering security. He didn't actually sweep Angela off her feet, but he seemed safe.

The marriage had been all right at first. But all too quicky Dom had riled their lives into a routine. He might have been a suave investment counselor at the office, but Angela soon found out that he was a thoughtless, uncaring animal at home.

She resorted to community theater. At least it kept her on the fringes of the entertainment world. But Dom decided he didn't like it. So out it went.

Angela's legs were still quivering from the force of her come, and her face was flushed with the vivid, lust-filled memories of Barry. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and saw the reflection of her sparkling eyes and the tiny contented smile playing at the corners of her moist, pouting lips.

She was too young to just dry up and, by God, she wouldn't!

A cold emptiness filled her belly at the thought of her husband and she found herself mentally repeating the question she'd asked herself a thousand times. Why in God's name had she ever married him? Other than the fact of his money and the things it could buy, she hadn't loved him.

For security, that's why.

Angela's father had died when she was only three years old. Her mother had been a registered nurse and had drummed into her head since she was old enough to understand to marry for security, "So you won't have to slave like I do!"

Well, her mother had done her work well, even if she hadn't lived to see the fruits of her advise. She'd died just shortly before Angela had left Barry.

Angela never knew what her mother did for sex. Maybe she hadn't needed it.

"Well, I do!" Angela said to the mirror. "And I'm going to get it, even if it's from my own, uninterested husband!"

Dom was surprised. He never cared much for the candlelight dinner and soft music scene. But here it was, complete with Angela in a low-cut dress that barely kept her tits from spilling out onto the table.

"What's all this?" be asked.

"It's called romance, honey," Angela said. "It's supposed to get you in the mood."

"I'm in the mood. I'm fucking starved. Let's eat."

Angela nibbled at her food as Dom gorged himself. When he was finished he grabbed the paper and retreated to the den.

Oh no, Angela said to herself, not tonight! She followed him and flipped off the TV. "Angie, what the fuck…"

"That's it, Dom… fuck," she said.

"Angie… I'm beat."

She paid no attention. One touch at her zipper and the dress lay in a puddle at her feet. She wore no bra or panties.

"Jesus Christ, Angie… naked as a jaybird, and right in front of the windows!"

Suddenly she hated him. But something wouldn't let her be defeated. She felt as though she was being directed by powers stronger than her own will. She felt wilder, more abandoned than ever before in her life, and she actually reveled in her nudity as she let him drink his fill with his eyes.

Then, suddenly, she felt overcome by a desire to dance. She began to gyrate, wiggling her hips rhythmically, letting her big tits swing. Her lust became greater and her sensuous dance more abandoned. Her gyrations became frenzied, her long hair flying out behind her, her hands high in the air over her head.

Her mind screamed as she moved her hands to her pussy and spread the soft, pink lips. I'll make you want it, you bastard, I'll make you take it!

"Jesus, Angela, that's filthy!"

But it was working. His prick was coming up in his pants. Angela bent, her legs spread, her ass practically in his face.

The sight of the full rounded moons of her ass caused Dom's already swelling dick to lurch in his pants as he gaped at the crevice between her asscheeks. She straightened up and moved toward him. Dom stared, his breathing tightening in his throat as she crossed the room, her luscious, rounded assglobes quivering delightfully as she walked.

He unzipped and whipped out his cock. "All right, you bitch, you want it? Here it is! Suck it!"

As hot as Angela was, his words and actions were like ice water being thrown over her body. Now she not only didn't want to fuck him, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand having him touch her.

She stopped short before reaching him, sudden anger seething inside her at his selfish words. Abruptly, the overwhelming desire to hurt her husband, to slash at his stupidity was too strong to suppress. She sensed the sardonic smile twisting her mouth when she spoke. "Are you queer, Dom? Is that why you never want to fuck anything but my mouth? Is that the only way you can get off, don't with a blow job?"

"What did you say?" Dom mumbled, staring at her, the full meaning of his wife's insult not registering for a long moment. But then it did and he felt his own anger beginning to boil. "What the hell are you getting at? Are you saying that I'm some kind of inadequate lover or something?"

"Oh, scarcely that!" Angela hissed sarcastically. "Not good old reliable Dom. Why, you conceited ass, you!"

Dom's stinging slap to her cheek carried her backward several feet. She didn't expect it. He'd never struck her before.

"You sorry slut!" he snarled, suddenly moving toward her with clenched hands, his red-rimmed eyes glaring with fury.

Angela had never been afraid of Dom before, but at that very moment she was. Her cheek burned hotly from the sting of his slap and the viciousness in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. She'd gone too far this time.

"Dom, listen to me! Dom, please!" she heard herself stammer as he backed her to the sofa. Her cunt was dry now and her mind full of fear. She'd gone too far and she knew it. She just hoped he wouldn't hurt her. "It's all right, Dom, I'll blow you!"

She hardly got the words out of her mouth when Dom was on top of her, his weight crushing down into the sofa, pinning her while she continued to plead with him.

His big hands were all over her, clutching and squeezing cruelly at her soft flesh. Before she realized it, he'd stripped off his own clothing. Then she saw his swollen, rigid prick throbbing angrily.

Dom forced his way between her thighs, lifting them high and thrusting them back ruthlessly against her enormous tits.

"Oh, God, Dom, please! What's gotten into you?" Angela pleaded. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Not really. Just for a minute, maybe… but I think I've just found it again, you slut," he snarled thickly, his contorted face a mask of lust.

His hand shot down between them. Angela felt the blunt, bulbous head of his cock spreading open the tender lips of her dry cunt.

He ran his dick up and down her dry slit until the head was in. Then, with a deep animal growl, he rammed into her.

"Oh shiiit, Dom, easy!" Angela cried.

"Easy, shit!" he hissed and lunged again.

She sobbed, her body squirming as the thickness of his meat smashed into her, scraping against her tender inner flesh. Unwillingly, that same flesh squeezed desperately, as if her fuck hole was trying to spit out his unwanted dick. But the massive tool was already thundering without mercy into her pussy.

Dimly, Angela heard Dom gasp as the clamping cuntmeat around his prick while he continued to push deeper into her, forcing the warm, unreceptive walls of her pussy in waves before his throbbing prick.

She could never remember Dom being this wild, not in all their years of marriage. He was like a maniac, and his dick was bigger than she'd ever remembered it, plunging, fucking, hammering, reaming her cunt. It caused sharp twinges of mixed pain-pleasure to ripple through her pussy.

Tears filled her eyes, tears of hate and rage. God, how she hated him! He was pounding into her cunt so hard she could feel it all the way to the back of her throat.

"You bastard, go easy!" she sobbed. "Go easy! You're ripping me apart!"

"That's just what I mean to do, you cunt!"

And then he was pressing her knees back harder into her tits, raising her cunt slot greedily up to his pile driving prick. Suddenly his hands were roughly kneading the soft flesh of her tits and she could feel the tender skin beginning to bruise. All this while he thrust in and out of her fuckhole insanely, squirming and rutting, making her cry out with every inward lunge.

She had never thought of her husband as a person to be afraid of, but she was at that very moment. The fear that he might injure her struck her. His cock seemed to be ballooning bigger and bigger and ramming higher and higher. Her pussy could only take so much hammering.

And then, suddenly, Angela realized that she was trying to shove her damp cunt up against his rampaging cock. His heavy balls were slapping into the crevice of her ass, sending new sensations rippling sensuously through her pussy and belly. She was sore and burning inside her raw, moist cunt, but a building pressure was growing to a point of unexpected lust.

It swept her whole mind blank. She wanted to think of nothing but the cock's size and the sweet frenzy of it as it raged and fucked her.

Dear Christ, was it possible? Dom was going to make her come!

She started to reach up and grab his neck with her arms. She wanted to kiss him. Then she felt it. His plunging prick began to pulsate and jerk.

Oh, Dom, no! Oh no!

"Please, not yet, Dom! Please hold off, daring! Another few seconds! Ohhhh, please… PLEASE!"

She might as well have been a whore lying there beneath him. Dom's eyes gaped vacantly and his mouth hung slack. He grunted aloud, then she felt his heavy meat spewing into her. Again and again she felt hot squirts of scalding cum. She cried out while she thrust her pussy desperately up onto his deflating prick. She heaved her hips and asscheeks upward with a frenzy, trying to wring her orgasm from the now-limp cock.

She didn't know that he was unconscious for nearly a half-minute, until his dead weight began to crush the breath from her and she rolled him away, feeling his flaccid cock pop out of her still-grasping cunt hole with a wet, sucking sound.

"You fuck… you bastard… you asshole!" she cried. "Even when you fuck me, you can't last long enough to get me off! SHIT!"

She began to cry, even as she smoothed her hand down over her belly and through the damp cunt hair to the moist, velvety flesh of her pussy. She found her throbbing, tiny clit and tweaked it twice. It needed more. Nevertheless she continued to stroke it tenderly while the spasms of coming jolted through her voluptuous body. But it wasn't the same as if a cock had brought her off.

As the unsatisfying orgasm finished its flutter through her body, she knew that the very next day she would start looking for a cock to replace Mario.