She shouted and screamed and he put his hand over her mouth. “Shut the fuck up and stop kicking, Or, I’ll take my belt to you and give you the biggest thrashing you’re ass ever had.”
Her eyes widened in shock but the harsh warning had done the trick. She shut up and stopped thrashing her legs. She was beaten and she knew it. His threat had been enough. Jeff was now in charge.
She lay on the bed panting and tugging at her binds, her breasts heaving and her hair wild and dishevelled. Her eyes blazed with a mixture of anger, fear and something else. She was cornered and helpless and at the mercy of a man she had teased and tormented. And Becky knew in her humiliation and shame that she had never been more excited in her life.
She saw him grinning down at her. “Just relax Becky, you and I are going to have a lot of fun. I mean…this is what you’ve been wanting isn’t it?”
“Oh no” she whimpered. “Please Jeff I…”
“Oh yes I know,” he grinned. “You ladies always say no and really mean yes.”
“Jeff,” she pleaded, “you can’t …”
“Can’t?” He queried. “Why, baby, you’ve been tormenting the shit out of me day after day, showing me that sensational body of yours and just asking for it.”
She looked at him horrified, then, closed her eyes with shame. She couldn’t deny it, everything he had said was true. She was just a frustrated middle aged housewife whose sex life had waned. But, Oh God, how low could she sink. She had only herself to blame. She had brought it on herself.
Then she was aware of his hands roaming up and down her legs and feeling her thighs. She shrieked and kicked her legs, but Jeff meaningfully slid his belt out of his trousers and she stopped.
“You’re too hot for that dozy fucking husband of yours” he leered. “Why, I just bet he doesn’t appreciate what he’s got.”
His hand stroked up and down her smooth thighs. All she could do was lie there and let him do it. So, he went on feeling, fondling and kissing all parts of those perfectly shaped legs he had come to admire so much. He spent quite some time doing that. They were fabulous and he told her so.
Becky just blushed and bit her lip in shame. But at the same time she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
Later, he set about fondling her breasts. “You’ve got great tits” he acknowledged, “I like that.” And to prove it he stroked and handled them for the next ten minutes. His fingers toyed and tormented her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.
“Jeff…Don’t,” she whispered over and over again.
But there was no real firmness in her protest.
“Alright,” he grinned, moving his hand south across her stomach and down, down to the wispy hairs of her pussy. “I’ll play with this instead. It’s about time I fingered your sex.”
“Oh, Oh,” she gasped.
He spread her knees apart and used his own legs to keep them like that.
“That’s one sweet pussy you got there, Becky,” he leered as his fingers started to drag up and down her slit.
Then his expert fingers found and manoeuvred around her clitoris, slowly and deliberately. He was in no hurry, no hurry at all…