"Always willing wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Collins Jeff)

CHAPTER FOUR

For the next three nights, Angela managed to slip away to her "new dance classes" without arousing Dom's anger or his suspicion.

Fucking was wild and crazy with Barry, and they did it everywhere – in his car, on the roof of the hotel, in the shower, even in the pool.

Then, on the morning of the fourth day, Dom announced that he was bringing clients over for drinks that evening, and he wanted Angela there.

Angela couldn't stand it. She wanted Barry every moment he was in town. She called him as soon as Dom left for the office.

"I can't make it tonight," she said when he answered.

"Shit," Barry hissed.

"What are you doing for lunch?"

"You," Barry laughed.

"Where?"

"Here!"

"At your own house?" he said, then answered himself. "Yeah. Fuck, yeah! That would be kinky!"

Angela spent the entire morning cooking. She really did plan on feeding him lunch.

But Barry had different ideas. He ripped off her robe and his own clothes the moment he walked through the door, and dragged her down to the floor. Gently he pushed her face down on his hard dick.

"The food's gonna get cold!" she protested.

"Let it," he grinned, "and I'll show you a whole new way to heat it up!"

Angela stretched out and took his prick in her mouth.

"Owwww, good, baby… good! But now it's my turn!" Barry pulled his dick from her mouth and swung her body around to where he could reach her pussy.

One finger dug almost cruelly into the sweetness of her cunt hole. The other hand supported his weight as he bent to kiss her tits, fingering on the tingling nipples, but ignoring her lips and throat and belly. He shifted immediately to her clitoris, wrapped his lips around it, and sucked, swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh.

Then abruptly he pulled his head up from her crotch. "I've got a great idea!"

Oh, no, Angela thought, not another one of those. She knew that excited smile. The last time it had been some little Japanese sex toy that had gone around his cock to thicken it. It had had knobs on it that had nearly driven her crazy before he had let her come. She had been sore all the next day.

He saw her expression. "No, no, nothing like last time. You'll like it even better. Maybe." But the fact was he didn't really care whether she liked it or not. The important point was that he would. He got up and moved toward the table. "I told you were gonna heat up lunch," he chuckled as he returned with the bowl of spaghetti, a bottle of wine, and a spoon.

"What the hell…?" Angela laughed.

"You'll see!" She didn't move as he set the bowl down, but when he parted her thighs and readied for her with a spoonful of spaghetti, she tried to twist away from him. "Hey! What are you doing?"

He wrenched her back into position. "Shut up, baby. I'm gonna fill you up with this stuff!" His breathing was harsh as he pried at her thighs.

"Jeez, you really are perverted!" Angela gasped.

"Nothing I do is perverted," Barry retorted. "It's kicky! I like weird kicks. I guess Hollywood did that to me."

Angela let him part her thighs again and she didn't protest while he ladled spoonful after spoonful of the warm spaghetti into her pussy. She moaned as he packed her full, prodding the strands into every corner of her cunt. Before he was done, the spices had begun to work through the membranes to her nerves and she began to burn in torment.

"Hold still!" Barry grabbed at her hands and pushed them from her pussy.

"But it burns! Shit, it burns!" Angela moaned. Her pussy was in agony, swollen as if by a large and spongy cock, every inch on fire. She writhed and thrashed under his pinning weight.

"I said hold still!" He slapped her face and she stopped, though tears of pain and frustration, rage and fear, filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks.

She could see him smiling as he reached for the wine bottle.

God, Angela thought, he's crazy! He's no better than Dom!

"Barry, please, don't! Don't! I thought you loved me!"

"I love your pussy, baby!"

He dribbled the wine over her tits and belly, let a little trickle between the lips of her cunt. The alcohol stung, but Angela resisted the added torture and clenched her fists. He giggled at her obvious pain and clapped a hand over her pussy, the fingers digging into the slit and pinching her clit. He bent to her body and licked at the puddles of wine, sucking it from her tits and slurping at her belly, his fingers working in the tangled mass of food and around the tormented walls of her pussy.

By the time the wine was gone, his lips and hands had changed her pain into an agony of pleasure. The burning in her cunt had become a fire of anticipation and she writhed under his touch, squealing, moaning, begging him to fuck her and give her the relief she needed.

But he slid down her body to suck again at her clit, to thrust his tongue into the spaghetti and suck it into his mouth. He licked and nibbled and sucked, his hands steadily roaming from thighs to hips to tits, separating the lips of her cunt to let him plunge deeper into her, playing with the nub of her clit and twisting the strands of spaghetti around it.

Angela's nerves roared with lust and a painful need. She cried out, writhing, as she felt the slow escape of the food from her cunt to his mouth.

"Mmmmm, good, good lunch," he chuckled. "Now for dessert."

"Yes! Oh, shit, Barry, fuck me! Bring me off!"

He eased in between her cuntlips and the friction of the bulging, throbbing dick seemed to ease her torment. He slipped along the slit slowly, gently. Angela ceased her writhing as he advanced, but had to pursue the pleasure he offered by raising her hips to engulf him further.

"Take it, baby, yeah… take it!" Barry cried as she slid up his cock. "Take it!"

Hungry now, Angela spread her legs in a cradle for his hips, hooked his thighs with her heels, and clamped her nails violently into his back. She lay there, twitching under and around him, waiting for him to begin his fuck.

But he held back.

"What's wrong? Hurry, Barry, move! Fuck meeeee!"

"You…" he moaned. "You get on top!"

She accepted his lead. She had to. She extended her body along his, let him fold her in his arms and, held in place by his strength, they rolled aver together. At his urging she folded her legs beneath her and braced herself against his chest. She flexed her knees and the slurping lips of her cunt rode his dick in a wild caress.

She rose, she fell, her mouth went slack. She gasped and moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head. Barry, though, didn't notice. All his attention was on his cock and the delicious friction that engulfed it.

"Harder, baby! Come down on me harder. Ram that sweet meat down over mine!"

Angela bounced and twisted on his dick. Every movement was a torment. She bounced and whirled on him, the tightness of her grip sliding from the very root of his cock to the tip. The burning spice from the sauce penetrated the surface of his prick and his desire soared to new heights. It combined with the sharpness of his rising need as he neared the peak. When he came, he could swear that Angela jerked with the force of it. She screamed and ground her hips against his crotch, trying to capture every drop of the pumping juice, and when she came she nearly shook his dick loose.

When they finally fell apart, their senses returning in dreamy haze and cooling sweat, Barry rolled over and nudged his cock against her lips.

"Clean it up, baby!"

Angela didn't see him for the next three days. Barry had frightened her. He'd changed. He was into drugs, taking pills, and he kept asking her if she had a girl friend they could get together with for a threesome.

Even when Dom went out of town on business the last day of Barry's engagement at the club, Angela didn't take advantage of it.

Barry called that afternoon and begged her to come to his hotel. She refused.

And then, that evening, it got to her. She started drinking. She couldn't help it. She wanted Barry, but she didn't like what he had turned into.

She was confused. And became even more confused when the phone rang and a strange voice asked for Dom.

"My husband isn't here." Angela said in a slurred voice. "He's out of town."

"Oh, yeah, baby? Well then, I'll be right over!"

"Barry!"

The line went dead and Angela shook with fear.

She was still shaking when the pounding started on the door.

"Barry, please go away."

"No way, baby. You better open this door or I'll break the fucking thing down!"

She let him in.

He burst through the door and started immediately pawing at her. "Goddamn, baby, you look good enough to eat!"

"Barry, please, I don't want to…" But she did, and couldn't stop her body from rubbing against him when he kissed her.

"Good, baby, good," he sighed. "You got the cunt and I got the cock. Let's put 'em together!"

"How about a drink first?" Angela said.

"Fuck a drink. I've had enough already. C'mere!"

"Barry, you're hurting me!" Angela gasped. "Please, don't, it hurts!"

"On your knees, you cock-hungry little cunt. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours!" He pulled her to him and kissed her greedily. Her hand, encircling his big dick, began stroking it smoothly.

She dropped the robe from her shoulders and sat on the edge of the sofa, his erect prick level with her mouth. She took the monstrous tool in both hands.

"Come on, slut. You want cock, and cock you're gonna get… all your tender little asshole can stand. If you won't get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, then I'll put you that way myself!"

Angela didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. Despite the horrible way he was treating her, her body was on fire with just the thought of his beautiful cock up her ass.

"Well, do you want it, cunt?"

"Yes, dammit! Fuck me… fuck my ass, dammit!"

"That's better."

"Do it, Barry, and hurry! I'm on fire!"

She panted with lust and wagged her ass invitingly, hypnotizing him with her contracting asshole. Barry dropped to his knees and fingered slick fluid from her cunt.

"Hurry!" she rasped, pushing back at his fingers as he wiped her cunt juice over her hot asshole.

"You like what I do to you, don't you, baby? Admit it, slut, you like it!"

"I can't help it! Not at first, I didn't. It hurt awful. But then… oh, shit… we can talk later. Fuck me, Barry! Fuck me right in the ass, darling!"

He grabbed her full hips and held her still as he brought the head of his massive rod to her. She felt so hot he gasped when he pushed in past the first tight little ring. He paused.

"All of it!" Angela begged. "HARD!" His fingers bit into her soft flesh. He jerked her back and hunched forward at the same time, sending all of his shaft rushing into her asshole.

Angela sucked in her breath and shuddered all over.

Barry groaned aloud at the incredible heat in that part of her body, leaving his big prick in her to the hilt and grinding his pelvis in a tight circle.

"Oh, Barry… Barry, darling!"

"So hot," he moaned. "Jesus, it's good!"

"For me, too," she sighed, clamping her tight asshole around the base of his meat until he was nearly delirious with the pleasure it gave. "Ohhh, fuck me, Barry… fuck me like a dog!"

The way she slammed back to meet each of his forceful thrusts, her body trembling and her breath sounding excited and ragged, made Barry hotter than he'd ever been in his life.

"Harder… faster!" Angela yelled.

The sound of her voice told him she was ready. He gripped harshly at her tits and hammered his giant cock into her, making her sob brokenly for a moment before she shouted shrilly and started quaking with an intense climax.

"Coming! I'm commminnng!"

The way her asshole muscles began grabbing his cock was enough without her telling him. There was no doubt of her condition. For a few seconds, Barry was sure her asshole would cut his dick off, it was squeezing so powerfully. He gritted his teeth, then exploded, his dick jerking wildly as it blew jet after jet of cum deep into her writhing body.

"Oh, God… oh, God!" Angela crooned, collapsing with him on top of her. "Ooohhh. Oohhhh… ohhhhh!"

Even through the fog of lust filling her brain, Angela recognized the calm voice that boomed through the room.

"All right, Golden, you were right. Now get out!"

"Sure."

Barry pulled his dick from her ass as Angela looked up to see Dom standing in the doorway.