"Stand up!" Frank's hand yanked at her hair and she was pulled to her feet.
She felt more tears well up in her eyes as she stood in front of him, wondering what he had in mind and telling herself that whatever it was she probably deserved it. She watched his eyes travel back down over her body and stop on her chest which was heaving beneath the blouse from her nervous breathing. His one hand still held a bunch of her hair only now her head was being tilted sideways, instead it was merely being held in place. His other hand reached up and touched her cheek, his finger skidding over her face, back to her ear where it brushed some of her hair away. Then it traveled down her neck to her collarbone and followed the opening of the blouse to where the top button was fastened. There it dipped inside, skidding over the top of her breasts. She felt his nails dig into the flesh just a little as his eyes watched her flesh ripple with the effect.
"You liked being raped by those men," he hissed. "I saw it. I saw the way your body responded to their treatment of you. The way your nipples grew hard and your pussy got wet. Yea, you liked it. You liked it a lot."
Suddenly he grabbed a handful of the blouse and yanked down hard sending buttons flying. The garment was instantly hanging wide open exposing her bra clad tits fully to his view. As his fingers continued to scratch her flesh she felt a familiar sensation in her loins and realized that she was being excited by this experience. She felt a quiver in her pussy as thoughts of the night before mixed with what was presently happening. Frank's grip and touch were firmer, more powerful, than any of the other men had been but she found that its force was causing her arousal to grow faster. She didn't bother to contemplate this development, nor would she have been able to if she had wanted, as Frank shared the fact that he was feeling his own arousal and she was going to relieve him of it.
His hand filled itself with her bra covered tit and squeezed it hard.
"Uugghh," she moaned, out of half pleasure, half pain.
He mauled at her tit, his hand squeezing and kneading the flesh as his eyes watched it contour around his fingers. She could see a hungry fascination in his gaze and some tingles of fear began to fester in her mind.
"Fr- Frank," she heard her voice nearly plead. "Pl-Please Frank."
His eyes snapped up from watching him maul her tit and locked onto hers.
"What's the matter Bitch," he growled. "Not the same when it's your own damn husband?!"
His words shook her with quilt and she cried some new tears.
"Oh, you liked it plenty when those other men were playing with your tits," he scorned her. "You really got into then, you little slut."
His hand gripped the top edge of one of the bra cups and jerked down. This pulled the material so that her tit popped out of the top and hung there, suspended. Her own gaze followed his downward and she saw that the exposed nipple was in fact hard, poking out at the air with the first desires to be touched.
"Well look there," he chuckled. "Maybe you're liking this too."
His hand closed over the nipple, his hand squeezing her flesh and his palm rubbing over the hardened nub. She felt the fires in her loins become fully ignited and pushed her chest forward into his grasp.
"Oh yea, the little whore is liking it," he grinned seeing her reaction.
He stood there working her tit for several minutes, his eyes watching her flesh contouring to his touch with a hungry fascination. A few times he slid his hand away from covering her nipple so that he could play with it between his fingers and each time he smiled wider at how much harder it was growing.
With his one hand holding her head steady by the hair and the other mauling her fleshy mound she could only stand still, feeling the effects of him on her body. She felt her pussy growing wet quickly and wondered how this was happening so soon.
She thought about the previous night and how she'd started to excite herself while watching Frank and Cindy. Then her playful attention in the bathtub. She had not gotten herself off but had figured that the mental anguish she'd been dealing with since would have extinguished any residual arousal.
She thought about the way Frank was acting, his rough handling of her and anger edged voice. His hand mauling her tit and fingers tweaking her nipple.
"Uuggghhh," she heard herself moan aloud as his fingers closed on the nub once again.
"Yea, you sure are liking this," he chuckled.
Now his fingers rolled the nipple between them. His other hand pushed her head toward him and pulled it to one side. She felt his face brush past hers then his tongue crammed itself into her ear. The wet feel coupled with his hot breath sent shivers across her spine.
"You're a dirty little slut," he whispered to her before replanting his tongue.
She felt her desire building as his tongue washed her ear and his breath dried it, his fingers twirling and rolling her nipple. Her hair was being twisted as well, making her shift her neck and body slightly ever few seconds.
"Fr- Frank, please," she whispered. "Please Frank."
Her pleading only seemed to intensify his mood as he jerked her head back from him and his hand squeezed her tit hard.
"Uuuggghhh," she moaned.
"Fuck you Bitch," he cursed. "We're going to the bedroom."
With that he released her tit, spun her around by the hair and proceeded to shove her across the room and down the hall. She could do nothing but stumble forward as his hand pushed on the back of her head still holding a mass of her hair. He stopped just inside the bedroom to kick the door shut behind them then shoved her into the middle of the room. She felt his hand fighting with the collar of her blouse as he tugged and pulled at it, wrestling it down off her arms. Then he spun her back around to face him.
Through teary eyes she watched as he worked at his own shirt with the free hand, yanking it off and tossing it aside with hers. Next he reached forward and yanked down on the other bra cup, effectively baring that tit as well.
Now she stood quietly crying in front of him in just her khakis, her tits propped up by her bra's position underneath them. Both her swollen nipples jutted out, the one that had been being handled a brighter red.
"You like sucking cock, you little cunt," he growled. "Get on your knees and suck mine."
His hand once again yanked hard at her hair to make her move where he wanted. She was effectively thrown to her knees and had to grab onto his legs to keep from tumbling farther. Through her tears she immediately she saw the bulge at his crotch which was inches before her.
She wasn't sure if it was her knowledge of what he wanted or her own hungry need that made her grope for the belt and zipper to free the monster hidden beneath. Whichever it was though she made short work of getting his pants loosed and dragging them down his legs along with the shorts underneath. His cock popped free and bounced less than an inch from her face. At the sight of it she felt the fires burn hotter, her pussy growing wetter and her mouth water with anticipation.
She understood from his leg movements that he wanted the pants off. Fighting her desire to clamp her mouth around the bouncing cock she worked his clothing off and helped him to step out of them. Her hand gingerly reached up to wrap her fingers around the shaft as she tentatively licked some drool from her lips.
"No ceremonial bullshit today Bitch," he grabbed more hair with his second hand. "I said suck my fucking cock!"
The two hands shoved her face forward onto the stiff member. She barely got her mouth opened before the tip passed her lips and the first three inches were roughly crammed into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned with the feel of its hardness penetrating past her lips.
She quickly relaxed her jaw and started to slide more of the cock into her mouth, setting up a slow pumping motion on it. At this point Frank only held onto her hair as a steadier and allowed her to do what she wanted. The feel of having a hard cock in her mouth was fueling the fires in her loins and she could feel her wetness dripping into her panties. The idea that this was happening from his treatment of her surprised her but she couldn't deny her body's reaction.
"Mmmmmm," she was moaning almost constantly now as she had most of him sliding in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmm."
"Yea, you little Bitch, suck my cock," he was starting to hump his hips into her face. "Suck my cock with your fucking whore mouth. Suck it."
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she felt herself liking his tone, his thrusting hips, his tugging of her hair.
"You like having a cock in your mouth, you little whore. You like sucking a hard cock. Deep throat it you bitch."
He pulled her face forward hard, the only thing stopping him from cramming his cock down her throat was the hand planted at its base. She reflexively put her other hand up against him in an effort to stop her forward progress.
"I said, deep throat it Bitch," he growled harder, his hands shoving her mouth forward over her first finger.
All she could do was raise herself up on her knees and relax her throat as fast as possible as his hips forward thrust coincided with his tugging of her hair. As she felt more of him slipping into her mouth she released the base of his cock and allowed it first inches to slip into her throat.
"Yeeeaaa," he sighed when her nose was buried in his pubic hairs and her throat muscles were working to maintain. "That's it you slut. Oh yea, that's it."
He held her like that for some time. His hips were making small thrusting motions about a quarter inch in length as her muscles contracted around his throbbing cock. Desperately she struggled to breath through her nose and keep from choking on his length. Even when she started to fear he would keep her like this until he came she could feel her loin fires growing inside of her.
"Ooohhhh," he moaned as he finally let her slide backwards.
Still holding tight to her hair he made the extraction at an extremely slow pace so that it took a long time before she could feel her throat empty. Immediately she reached up with both hands and gripped him around the base, determined not to have it shoved in as fast as before. He backed off until just the head remained in her mouth then held them both still once more.
She looked up at him and saw that he was staring back down at her. The expression on his face was one of complete ecstasy and she heard herself whimper when she saw that.
"You're a fucking whore," he grinned at her.
He rammed his hips forward cramming as much of his cock as he could into her mouth.
"Uuhhhmmmmmmm," she mewed around it.
His hips began a pistoning action into her mouth as his hands worked to pump her head in the opposite directions. Soon he had a steady rhythm set up, his hips and her head back, then shoving them both into each other rapidly.
"A fucking whore," he growled. "That's what you are, a nasty, dirty little whore. Suck my cock you whore. Fuck me with your whore mouth. Yea, fuck it whore, fuck my cock."
She worked to maintain herself as he forcefully rammed his cock in and out of her mouth. His hands were tugging at her hair really roughly now, effectively jerking her head back and forth.
"Let me fuck your whore mouth, you little bitch. Fuck your whore mouth with my hard cock."
She whimpered from both the pain and her growing lust. She gulped at the precum oozing from his cock and looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Fucking whore," he glared back down at her. "Swallow my cock you bitch. I'm gonna face fuck you until I cum. You love it, don't you bitch. You love being face fucked like the cheap little slut that you are."
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she whimpered, her pussy a raging fire now.
Her hands were stroking the base inches of his cock and she could feel it stiffening as his climax neared. He grew even rougher as this approached, his hands cramming her mouth down on the rigid member and his hips jerking forward.
"Whore, slut, bitch," he rained the words down on her. "Fucking cock sucking whore. Oh God, suck my cock you little bitch."
With that he jerked his cock from her mouth as the first spray of semen exploded from the tip. Her hands still at the base pumped and squeezed at it. His spurting cum splattered across her face again and again.
"Nasty little whore," Frank growled. "Nasty slut. Little bitch."
"Uuuggghhhh-ooohhhhh," she heard herself moan.
When the last of his load had sprayed he shoved her face forward again.
"Now lick it clean bitch," he ordered, sticking his cock back into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," Obediently she wrapped her lips around the softening member and ran her tongue all over it while gently sucking.
She knew her pussy was aching and she hoped that he would just leave her alone now that he'd cum so she could get herself off. When his cock had grown limp she allowed it to slip from her mouth. Quietly she stared up at him, waiting to see what he would do next.
"Get up," he instructed her, pulling on her hair by only one hand again.
She struggled her way to her feet and stood before him, eyes searching for some sign of his intentions. After a long pause he shoved her backward, releasing her hair completely. She staggered back several feet until she was right at the foot of their bed.
"You liked that," he smiled, taking a step toward her. "I can see it in your face. I can see that you're horny. Now, take off your pants."
She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this, if she wanted him to see. Her fires had been raging for a while now, her juices seeping into her panties, and she knew how they would look, how she would look. She felt a pang of fear at him seeing just how excited she was from this experience.
"I said, strip bitch," he growled, taking another step forward.
From the way he'd been yanking her hair she had tears continually dripping from her eyes slowly, but now a few flowed without the pain. With shaky hands she undid her khakis and slipped them down her hips.
"I didn't say your panties!" He barked when he saw she was attempting to pull those down at the same time.
Resolutely she tugged the waistband of her panties back up before working the slacks down again. She tried to work her body so that her arms would hide her crotch and her own eyes told her that her fears were well grounded. She was wearing a pair of lacy white panties that rode high on her hips and barely covered her mound. As she worked her pants down her eyes traveled to that small patch of material and she saw that it was dark, not only wet but completely soaked from her juices.
"Yep, I knew it," she heard Frank laugh and she knew he'd seen it too.
Kicking her pants away she stood up straight up before him. In her mind she'd accepted that this was the fate she had made for herself and she was going to deal with it. She could only hope that whatever he did, he would give her a chance to make up for the damage she'd done to their relationship.
She watched him ogle her from a few feet away. She stood there now in just her juices soaked panties and mis-positioned bra, her hair a mess from his handling of her and his semen drying on her face. She felt his eyes burn across her flesh, across her swollen nipples and wet pussy.
She watched him walk slowly across the carpet to stand directly in front of her, his lips curled into a mischievous grin. Both of his hands lifted up and started to maul her tits. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but now, after what had been going on, she could swear they were super-sensitive.
"Ooohhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Ooohhhhh-Uuuggggghhhh."
She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, pushing her chest into his hands.
"Fr- Frank, pleeeeaaassse," she whimpered, not sure herself what for. "Oooohhhhhh pleeaasse."
Two sets of fingers closed on her hardened nipples and pinched them simultaneously.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh," she cried.
"You got all kindsa wet from sucking my cock slut" he smiled. "I know because I can see it. I can see how your pussy soaked your little panties and how your pussy lips are sticking out around the material. I can see what a little whore your being for me."
"Fr- Fr- Frank..." she stammered. "Uuuugggggghhhhhhhh-Oooohhhhhhhhhhh Goooodddddddddddd."
One of the hands had slid down quickly and cupped her aching pussy, the palm bumping hard into her throbbing clit. Now he stood rubbing the palm up and down over her pantie covered mound and mauling one tit.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooddddddd Frank," she whimpered, feeling her orgasm building inside of her. "Please Honey, Pleeeaaaassssse."
"Honey?!" He scoffed. "You're calling me 'Honey'?!"
The hand mauling her tit flew up to fill itself with her hair once more. He gave her head a jerk and a twist that brought their faces inches from one another.
"Don't even Bitch," he hissed. "Not now... Not... now."
The hand on her pussy remained rubbing and she felt her hips pushing into it as the fingers started to work her pantie material up and in between her lips. He pulled her head back again, bending her neck over, and she felt his teeth nick at the flesh of her neck.
"Oooohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Oooohhhhhhhhh yeeeesssss."
After a few minutes of this his hand suddenly jerked away from her crotch as he took a step back. His hold on her hair loosened and she was able to straighten her head back up. Through heavy lids she searched his face and saw that he was struggling with something himself. But the struggle only lasted a second and she saw a fire return to his eyes quickly.
"Get on the bed slut," he growled, his hand pulling her head sideways and throwing her forward.
She scrambled as her feet staggered and his hand released the hold on her hair. She fell more than climbed onto the bed, but once there she scurried across it to the pillows at the head and rolled over onto her back.
"Get your fucking panties off bitch," he instructed, walking around to her side of the bed.
She hurried to obey as she watched him move to her nightstand and pull the drawer open. Inside were her toys, a collection of instruments that they had accumulated over the years. Some of them she liked, some she didn't, and some she adored. Almost all of them were dildos, shaped like cocks, in various sizes and colors, but a few were the old fashion plain jane types that were sold as "back massagers" or whatever.
She watched his hand reach inside and start pushing the items around as he searched for whatever it was he wanted. While he did this she got her panties off, her fingers telling her just how wet they were as she balled them up and tossed them to the floor. She laid back on the bed, her bra still uncomfortably displaying her heaving tits, her legs spread wide so that her hungry, wet pussy could feel the air circulate around it. She was tempted to reach down and start to play with herself but decided against it since she still didn't know what Frank had in mind.
"Let's see, let's see," he was mumbling as he sorted through the toys. "What do I want to use on the little whore? What do I want?"
He lifted one up, a small, pink colored one and tossed it aside a second later. Next he lifted a bigger one, eight inches in length and two in diameter. He turned the control at the bottom and the sound of healthy batteries vibrated in the air. He shut it off then tossed the dildo onto the bed next to her and continued searching. Next he pulled out one of her favorites. She usually only masturbated when she was really horny so she when she did, she was usually after some serious attention and this one did it for her every time. It was bigger than most of the others, nearly ten inches in length and three in girth, and it had a lump at that base that hit her clit just right whenever it was fully inserted.
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