She looked up, startled and not a small amount alarmed when he
walked in through the back door, heavy red toolbox in his hand.
“What the-” She began, but he interrupted.
“Look, lady, I had to bump several other folks to get here. You said you had an urgent problem. Yet, here you are, washing dishes in the sink you said over the phone was clogged.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this shit.”
His face was intense, angry.
“Are you telling me you didn’t call? Are you lying to me now?”
From somewhere, she found her spine, slapped some of her own angry into her reply.
“I didn’t call you. I don’t know who the hell did, but it wasn’t me. You should-“
Her words were cut off as he crossed the room in three quick steps, and slapped her.
“Shut up! You’re going to have to pay the price for pissing me off now,” he said. Dropping the tool box on the counter, he pulled her across the room by her blouse, and across to the living area where a large sofa divided the rooms.
In one quick tug, he ripped her blouse open, tugging it down her arms.
“No…” she managed, before he slapped his hand over her mouth.
“You don’t want to do that,” he growled. Her eyes widened, and she shook her head fractionally to signal compliance. He slapped her again, harder this time. Her cheek burned, and she shivered as she cupped it.
“Please,” she whispered. “Not…here. In the living room. Anyone could drive by…”
He looked down at her, hawk-sharp eyes making her stomach flip. His hands were so big. They could hurt her so badly. Those eyes said more than his words. A promise. A threat. She dropped her gaze to the floor, trying not to see the huge lump in the front of his pants.
“I really don’t give a fuck who sees. Pull down your jeans. Not off. Leave ’em around your ankles. So you can’t run away, got it?”
A tear ran down her cheek as she unzipped her pants, pushing them to her knees, then lower. As she bent, his fingers poked at her, pushing her underpants into the slit between her ass cheeks. When she tried to rise, his hand pushed her back down. The crack of his hand across her bum caused her to jolt, her head hitting the back of the couch. He struck her ass several times, until the burning made her whimper, her hand sliding around to try to cover the aching area.
“Good, hold that ass open for me,” he chortled, even as he struck the other cheek. His cock slid into her pussy.
“You DO have a leak after all,” he said, his voice mean. “It’s coming from this tight little hole. I think I need to do some deep exploring to find the cause.”
She moaned as he jabbed his cock into her cunt.
“Oh…ooh…noooooo..it’s toooo big…” she whimpered.
“Did you say I was too big? Too big for your tight little pussy? Oh, don’t worry,” He continued at her nod. “I’ll make it fit.”
He raped her cunt hard, slamming roughly into her. Her slit responded by juicing even more, until a steady stream of it drooled from her with every stroke.
He growled the last word as his cock began pumping semen deep into her belly. Fucked from behind, bend nearly in half, she could feel the juice filling her. With a shudder, her orgasm overtook her.
Slapping her ass with both hands as he pulled away from her, he watched her pussy spasm, looking like it was gobbling his spunk up and holding it in.
A quick tap behind her knee sent her to the floor. Falling on top of her, he roughly fondled her tits, tugging at the nipples. He kissed her rudely, jabbing his tongue into her mouth in simulation of the rape of her cunt.
Dazed, she lay beneath him. She cried out when he bit her tender earlobe.
In a soft whisper he spoke.
“Still making lasagne for dinner?”
She nodded. With a final kiss on her cheek, and a slap on her ass, he rose.
“Gotta go to work. Bye bye…little whore.”