Thank you all for your positive comments and emails about the story so far. Unfortunately, there have been more than a few readers sending me personal emails, detailing how they plan rating my story a one star just because of the genre. Thank you...I think...for your honesty, and the heads-up of your intensions (as if there was anything I could do about them). However, I cannot give the same credence for your courage, given that all but one email was anonymous.

As to the main point of this preface: the nature of Nonconsent/Reluctance stories. For those of you unfamiliar with this genre, an excellent summary of the problems facing authors of nonconsent stories can be found at this link: www.literotica.com/s/a-treatise-on-nonconsent. I encourage everyone to take the time to read the author's short, 750-word essay, particularly if you're still considering rating my story low only because you don't like the genre.

Now, for those of you who are familiar with the genre, but find it distasteful and disturbing, I need to remind you that this is a fictional (and I emphasis, fictional), nonconsent story, and a rather mild to moderate form of the genre, to boot. Given your emails, it would seem some of you believe this story is, in some way, autobiographical, and that I have personally blackmailed women into having sex, and thus, making me an evil fuck. I can assure you, I have never blackmailed anyone, male or female, nor do I ever intend to. Nor do I want anything bad to happen to anyone, friend or foe. I hate to think what type of messages you might send Steven King, given that the subjects he writes about are vastly more disturbing than mine.

I don't mind you hating my story because of poor writing, plotting, or (just pick any grammatical or stylistic problem of your choice, and apply here). In this regard, letting me know what you don't like in story as a reader, invariably makes me a better writer, and I welcome that. However, you, as a reader, should also expect nonconsent stories to contain a certain degree of emotional, psychological, and/or physical discomfort toward the characters involved. It's the nature of the beast and the main impetus of the genre to begin with. To expect differently is childish.

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The following week, Jack took Brittany through the same procedure as before: she rented the room, waited fifteen minutes for Jack, and then let him in when he knocked.

Brittany was wearing the same black dress as last time. She complemented the outfit by wearing a deep shade of red lipstick, and accentuated her eyes with the right amount of black mascara, making their green color stand out well in contrast.

Jack smiled to himself, amused. Most of the other wives didn't bother with makeup, at least until they were well into the program. Brittany, on the other hand, seemed to be easing into her role as concubine faster than Jack had anticipated.

On the table was another paper bag full of money. Jack picked it up and felt its heft. It seemed about right. He didn't bother looking inside, knowing all three thousand would be there. Setting the money back down on the table, he asked, "Any trouble with the broker?"

"I got four thousand like you said. I asked for more, but..."

"Like I said, he's not a charity."

She couldn't hide her ire, and blurted out, "Yeah, and I went back a few days later and saw it in his case with a six thousand dollar price tag."

Jack laughed, and said, "The man's got to make a profit."

"Profit," Brittany yelled, incredulously, "That's not profit! That's theft!"

"Alright, just shut up about it. You have other nice things he'll take off your hands and give you a fair price, whether you think so or not. So don't fuck it up by pissing him off, or you'll really be in trouble. Now, take off all your clothes."

She did as commanded. Yet, still wary about her situation, did so facing away from him. When she turned to face him, she had an arm wrapped around her breasts, while her other hand covered her groin, looking every bit like Botticelli's painting, 'The Birth of Venus.'

Jack sat back in the chair admiring the view, and striking the same pose as before: an elbow resting on the arm of the chair and his hand propped up under his chin. "Such a shy girl," he finally said, "You shouldn't be after last week. Drop your arms."

When she did, he saw that she didn't have any pubic hair. He smiled at her, and asked, "Did you remove all of it?"

"Yes."

"Then show me. Sit back on the bed."

Sitting on the bed, she spread her legs so he could see.

There was no hair at all around her groin. Free from any covering, the folds of her outer labia looked thick, almost muscular. Particularly in comparison to her more delicate, inner labia, a small corner of which, peeked out, teasingly, from behind the heavy outers. The whole area of her vulva jutted slightly away from her body—a cute, semi-spherical area that reminded Jack of an apple with the skin removed. It took most of his will power not to bite her sweet, tender offering, or, at least, to reach out and touch I and push that small, tease of an inner fold, back under its protective covering.

"Very nice," he finally said, while smiling thoughtfully into her eyes, "It looks like a thorough job. Did you use a razor?"

Brittany tried to cover her groin again with her hand, but Jack stopped her with a headshake. Sitting stiffly, she answered, "I used one of those chemical, hair removal products."

"I hope it didn't burn too badly."

She just shook her head.

Continuing to look at her intently, Brittany began sweating as his stare bore down and into her. She had to look away to keep from crying out of anxiety and frustration from being on display.

Seeing her look away, he asked, "When did you fuck last?"

She initially gave him a shocked look that he would ask her such a personal question, then realized she shouldn't be shocked by anything Jack asked or did. Finally, she responded, "A couple of days ago."

"Was it with Santos?"

Another shock face before blurting, "Of course!"

"What do you mean, 'Of course,' using that indignant tone? It's a valid question given your history." She was about to respond to his insult, when he cut her off with another question, "Did he notice when he fucked you?"

She knew what he meant. Dejected, she just shook her head.

"I thought as much. Now, come here and kneel in front of me."

As she knelt on the floor between his legs, he brought his face closer to hers. Thinking he was going to kiss her, she turned her head to the side so that he couldn't kiss her lips. Instead of a kiss, however, she heard him take a deep sniff of air near the nape of her neck. Then he said, "But I notice you're wearing Dior, again. It's very nice."

She didn't respond, but wondered why a man who could treat her the way he was could be as discerning about what she wore, while her own husband, who she loved and was sure he loved her back with equal condor, wouldn't have notice if she had just rolled around in a stable.

Life is so fucking unfair, she thought.

Her head was still turned to the side as he ran his fingers through her hair. He was gentle, so very gentle. When he encountered a little snarl, he slowly worked the hairs free. She barely felt him untangling the strands. Santos would have either left it alone, or ripped his fingers through...

Stop it! Stop comparing, she thought to herself, while stifling a cry.

Jack heard her sniff back a tear, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just have a tickle in my throat. Could we just get this over with?"

"Still trying to rush me, I see. I like your scent, Brit, and the feel of your skin. I can sit here and admire you for a bit, can't I? Nothing wrong with that, is there?"

She shook her head in response, and thought, Why him? Why fucking him? Santos would have shot his wad by...goddamn it, quit comparing you stupid bitch.

She felt his hand moving slowly down her neck, outlining the small indentation in the front where her Adam's apple was. Moving his fingers lower, he traced out her collarbone, gently running a finger along the top toward her outer shoulder, and then below as he traced his way back to her breastbone.

Goose bumps alighted across her skin at each of his touches. Images of the last time she was with him flashed through her mind—images of what she did to him and how it made her feel. She felt the first tingle of arousal between her legs, as his fingers worked lower toward her breasts.

A barely audible, "No," escaped her lips. It wasn't a weak command for him to stop, however, rather a vain attempt for her to keep from becoming sexually excited.

Jack thought she meant something else with her 'No,' and asked, slyly, "No, what?"

She only answered by shaking her head.

Jack traced a finger around her pink areola. Immediately it dimpled and hardened, as did the nipple. Then, he traced a finger around the other, getting the same reaction. "You're more responsive today than last time. I like that."

He heard her breathing increase and felt her heart pumping faster as he continued to trace both her nipples with a bridging, outstretched hand, index finger and thumb touching each simultaneously. Her breathing went even deeper, becoming almost a pant, as he gently cupped a breast and massaged it ever so slightly so that his palm rubbed against her.

"Yes, much more responsive," he commented softly with satisfaction, and then commanded, "Kneel on the bed. Keep your head down and your ass in the air, and wait."

Jack took his time disrobing, staring at her the whole time. He noticed her breath quicken with anticipation as the long moments of waiting bled out.

When he finished folding his clothes into the chair, he told her to spread her knees a little more and flatten her chest tighter to the bed. The action caused her buttocks to jut lewdly backward.

He sat in the chair, looking directly into her groin, admiring the view of her exaggerated, heart-shaped bottom above the muscular, outer folds of her vulva. The cleft of her outer labia glistened from arousal. The visual made his cock stiffen even more than it already was.

This was the moment he like best. When everything they've tried to hide becomes vulnerable to the roguish stares of a stranger; and yet, although embarrassed in the extreme, they all panted heavily with anticipation. Brittany was no different from the others in this regard, although she hide her excitement better than most.

Goose bumps erupted all across her thighs and buttocks, while her chest heaved with ever quickening breaths from nerves and excitement.

Jack knelt alongside her frame, placing one hand on her back. Her skin felt cool as more goose bumps formed around his fingertips. Pressing his hand down firmly while massaging her from the small of her back to her shoulder blades, he could feel her muscles tighten against him. Cupping her vulva with his other hand, he felt a growing warmth. He didn't part her outer folds. Instead, he firmly massaged the bare area, extending his gentle massage up and down each of her inner thighs before firmly massaging her pussy once more.

He worked his hands slowly across their respective areas, occasionally bringing them together at a point along her buttocks where he massaged both of her flushed, firm cheeks, before shifting them away, again. It wasn't long before he felt the muscles in her back loosen. Jack continued the massage while commenting, "I like the feel of your bald pussy. After you removed the hair, did you try it out for yourself?"

Brittany swallowed before answering, "What do you mean?"

"Did you play with yourself?"

She didn't answer right away, then said with false indignity, "No!"

Jack laughed before commenting, "Yes you did, you liar. It's okay if you admit playing with yourself. In fact, I encourage all my girls to play with their pussies when they're away from me. Among other things, it keeps them disinterested with their husbands. Were you thinking of Santos when you touched yourself?"

"No," she answered, almost immediately.

"Chris?"

"No," she answered even quicker, and with an obvious tone of irritation.

"Me?"

There was another long silence, before she said, "No."

"Liar. You're going to have to do better than that if you want to keep secrets for me."

Taking his thumb and middle finger, Jack parted her outer folds.

Brittany's hands clutched at the bed coverings as his fingers dance around her moist vulva.

Seeing her reaction, he smiled to himself and mused, She must have been thinking a lot about me this past week.

Most of the other wives he had, nervous and unaccustomed with him at first, needed a little help with lubricant to get started, but he could feel she was already slick.

Parting her inner folds, he kept a finger along each labia and one centered in the groove, and continued the massage by running his fingers slowly though her cleft. He never tarried too long at any one place and never penetrated her, briefly touching her button at the ending of each descent and only tracing a circular pattern around her opening. It wasn't long before he felt her inner labia stiffen slightly, and her clitoris fully extend from its protective sheath, hard and smooth as a small, polished stone.

Continuing his playful massage, he asked in a matter-of-fact tone, "You were tense at first. Did you like my massage?"

She didn't answer.

"I'll take that as a yes. Does Santos take the time to massage you?"

Hearing her husband's name again, and in the middle of her growing arousal from his subtle massage, invited more acts of comparison in her mind. Santos rarely, if ever, took his time, and he never gave her a massage. He was a good and gentle lover in his own way, always fucking her slowly and thoughtfully, but Jack, with just his fingers...

Goddamn it, stop comparing, she screamed in her mind, trying to block out her own, lustful thoughts.

"I'll take that as a no," Jack quipped after a long silence.

Brittany became irritated she was so easily read. She felt she needed to say something to defend Santos—say anything, even lie. However, she knew Jack would see through it, and so, said nothing.

By now, Jack had stopped his massage, concentrating two fingers on her clitoris, alone. He worked the hard button slowly with a small, circular pattern, barely brushing the surface with his fingertips.

Though his touch was subtle, barely a breath's worth of force, it caused Brittany's clitoris to become super-sensitive. As if every small area of her clit could feel its own, unique sensation, some centered and intense, others indirect and delicate. It wasn't just a general smear of pleasure; she literally could feel his fingers dancing across each part, tip, top, and beneath her hard nub. When she concentrated more on those sensations, each touch to those different areas intensified, causing her arousal to seep out and down her folds. Unconsciously, Brittany lifted her hind end up a little higher in response to his fingers.

Jack noticed the slight shift of her ass, and slipped a thumb deep inside her pussy, while increasing the force of the massage to her clit. The result was wonderful to watch.

Again, her hands gripped the bed coverings firmly, pulling them up into tight, rumpled wads of cloth in her hands. Her face went flush and her eyes wide, while a loud gasp escaped her lips. When he pushed his thumb harder against her walls, another gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft, "Oh my lord."

After a few more strokes with his thumb and finger, Jack could see her eyes closing, while in opposite, her mouth remained open into a silent, perpetual yell. Jack knew she was close to climax, and removed his hand without comment.

Brittany nearly screamed in disappointment and anger, but before she could swear at him, she felt his hands on her thighs.

Jack had moved behind her, and keeping her in the same kneeling position, pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.

With one easy thrust, Jack's cock slid inside, and although he entered her with a relatively mild push of his hips, air was still forced out of her lungs as a long, low guttural moan.

Seated fully inside her, the soft, acute, pleasurable bliss of before was immediately replaced with the deep sensations of fullness and warmth. The arousal that was centered so sweetly on her clit seemed to withdrawal inward, balling up deep within her groin.

Jack ground his pelvis against her buttocks as a way of lustfully tickling her insides with his member, before he began his pumping.

He kept his pumping methodical at first, pushing into her quick and hard, while pulling back more slowly. Each time he crashed into her, his low-hanging, heavy testicles would swing forward, roughly tapping the area around her clitoris, and sending wonderful jolts of euphoria throughout her groin.

Along with his pumping, a technique Jack always used on the newbies was keeping his pelvis much lower than theirs when thrusting. This caused the underside of his shaft to remain in full contact with their swollen, exposed clitoris, and caused his cockhead to be pushed hard against their inner walls each time he pushed fully inside.

Jack always loved the reaction he got when the slutty wives took his massive tool in the snatch for the first time using that technique. Their moaning was always loud and continuous right from the start, as their eyes went wide from blissful surprise. Yet, Brittany was doing everything she could to hide her growing arousal. She refused to moan, trying to remain silent by biting down on inside of her cheeks even as the deep, lustful pleasure swelled to unaccustomed heights. The self-loathing she felt the last time they made love was back, and growing along with her growing pleasure.

Jack was too experienced a lover to be so easily fooled by her attempts at apathy. She couldn't hide the sounds of her staccato breathing from him, nor the flushed tone of her skin or the thin sheen of sweat that developed on her back. Jack knew Brittany was becoming fully engrossed in the pleasure.

He asked with a chuckle, "Are you always this quiet?"

She responded with a little nod of her head.

"Liar. It's okay to moan. Go ahead and let it out. Just let go."

She didn't want to, and would hate herself for giving in so easily, but somehow his words forced the air from her lungs. She tried to let the air pass out soundlessly, but it produced a loud, but abrupt, guttural groan. The kind of sound one makes when they stifle surprise.

He thrust into her a bit harder. The feelings around her clit and in her pussy intensified, as the ball of euphoria deep within her enlarged.

Brittany tried to stop her sounds of pleasure, but another long, low moan escaped her lips, then another.

"That's what I like to hear."

His words stung her pride. They reminded her why she was here and what she was really doing. She shouldn't be enjoying this, but she was, and it shamed her. More than that, she knew that's what he wanted. He wanted to see the shameful whore enjoying herself. Even more than his own climax, he wanted to hear her in pleasure.

Brittany felt the need to moan again. God, how she needed to let out the burgeoning feelings of mounting arousal, let it all out before she burst, but she can't. She can't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring her. She tried to stop it all; tried to tamp down her arousal and force the growing ball of pleasure deep inside her to back down. She pinched her arms until red welts appeared. Bit the loose areas of her hands, leaving deep, red impressions of her teeth in her soft, sensitive skin. She even slapped her own face in an attempt to take her mind off the mounting pleasure.

Nothing worked, however, and it became too much for her to endure in silence. Like trying to swim against an incoming tide, or walk up a steep, loose grade—one step forward, two steps back—and with each step, her strength drained a little more to the point of near exhaustion. No longer having the will to hold it back, she let in all go, and her arousal burst forward, hot and bright, like brandy introduced to an open flame.
"Jesus!" she yelled at the sudden shock of ecstasy and bliss.

Jack straightened up, and leaned into her. He wanted full use of his legs and all the leverage they could provide. Grabbing one of her shoulders, he pounded into her harder, while keeping his tempo the same.

The ball inside her grew faster and larger still. She uttered another, long protracted moan.

"Yeah, you like it doggy, don't you?"

No answer.

"Santos ever fuck you this well? That punk, Chris?"

She still didn't answer, as her mind screamed against his questions, No comparisons! Please, God, no comparisons!

Jack barked at her, "Say it! Say it, or I'll stop!"

Now she felt real panic, and screamed, "No!"

"Tell me what you want."

She screamed, again, "Fuck me!"

Jack repeated, "Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me hard!"

"Tell me!"

"Pound my pussy! Pound it! Pound my pussy! Fucking pound it! Oh God...yes...yes...just like that! Pound my fucking pussy!"

It was what Jack wanted, a chant of lust and longing that she would keep yelling through climax.

He grabbed her hair with both hands, just like taking the reins of a horse, and pulled back hard. He didn't bother with subtleties any more, and did what she begged, pounded into her pussy with total fury.

She screamed, as she threw herself back into Jack, matching his forward thrusts with her backward ones, in both time and force. Her chant of, 'Pound it,' turned into loud, animalistic grunts as she threw her ass hard into Jack's stomach.

Moments later, Jack felt her warm ejaculate wash over his cock as Brittany's body went stiff and still. The added fluid added a squishing sound to the room, complimenting Brittany's continual loud cries of pleasure throughout Jack's hard pounding into her cunt.

When he felt her body go soft, he let go of her hair, allowing her head to fall onto the bed. Pulling out of her, he patted her ass gently, while saying, "Now, didn't that feel good?"

Brittany only answered with a deep sigh.

Kneeling near her head, he commanded, "Clean me."

Rolling over onto her side to face him, she saw his cock still standing out straight and hard, covered with a thick coating of her clear ejaculate and arousal. Her brow furrowed briefly as she continued to stare at it.

Guessing her mind, he said, "No, I haven't come yet. There's much more fucking you need to do. But before that, clean my dick like a good slut."

Gripped by a sudden lustful urge, her eyes went aflame as she buried her face full into his groin. Taking large, long licking bites all around his shaft and balls, she kissed, licked, and sucked his cock as if it were the mouth and tongue of a lover. She finished by holding his sack and pulling his cock as far into her mouth as she could, sucking the rest of her orgasm off him.

Brittany wanted to finish him off. She needed to finish him off, but Jack gently pushed her off him with a laugh.

Lying on his back, he told her to mount him. Straddling his body while facing him, she hitched her ass up and slid him into her, and then sat down fully onto his hips.

He grabbed her large breasts, one for each hand, and played with them thoughtfully. They were flushed and swollen, and still sticky from her sweat. Running his palms across her hard nipples, she closed her eyes to the soft tingles his touch imparted.

Hearing her breath quicken again, he said, "I tell you what, emerald-eyes, let's have a little contest for this second round. If you can make me come before you, using just your pussy, then I'll forget about the rest of the money you owe me. You can go back to that asshole husband of yours and you'll never hear from me again. How does that sound?"

Her eyes snapped open at his challenge and for the reward if she won—freedom! For the first time in weeks, there was hope. Moreover, it was an easy challenge, or so she thought, now that she had control. Jack was a man after all. Hell, Santos barely lasted a minute once she started bouncing with abandon along his cock.

She allowed herself to smile at him, as she asked, "Are you serious?"

"Make me come and find out."

Brittany started by leaning forward, propping her hands on the bed for support while using a short shuffle with her hips.

Jack eased back into the bed to watch her, putting his hands behind his head. His whole demeanor assumed an egotistic display of, 'Okay bitch, show me what you got.'

His attitude wasn't lost on Brittany, and his arrogance pissed her off a little. As she increased the shifting of her hips, she commented with dripping sarcasm, "You must think you're a real cocksman."

"I haven't heard any complaints before. I certainly didn't hear any from you earlier. Or were you complaining but I just didn't hear it above all your moaning."

Brittany didn't respond. Instead, she shifted her hips back and forth at an increasing rate. Her breasts swayed seductively, and her exuberance soon produced a fine sweat on her face and chest. She couldn't tell what Jack was feeling, as he lay passively, staring into her face, but she could feel her own arousal climbing.

Jack smiled up at her. Seeing the fine sheen across her cheeks and forehead, he said, "You're panting again, emerald-eyes. This is nice, and I love it that you feel free to moan now, but your technique isn't really doing much for me. Try bouncing up and down on my stick while you roll your hips."

She complied, but uttered a frustrated laugh that Jack's voice sounded even and normal, without even a tinge of excitement.

A soft, slapping sound filled the room each time she hit his hard pubis with her groin.

"There you go baby. That's what I'm talking about. Feel that hard cock in your pussy bouncing off those dripping walls of yours, and tapping you deep. I bet Santos never touched you so deep, did he?"

He was killing her with all his questions about Santos, always forcing her to compare. Worse, he was right. Santos never tickled her in the way Jack did. Worse, still, her arousal was rapidly climbing. Frustrated, she knew she would come again, sooner rather than later, and Jack still didn't show any signs he was close to climax.

Jack poked her ego again, "What? I didn't hear you over all your moaning."

"No," she squeaked out, breathlessly.

"You know what I like. It's when you sluts really get down and dirty and bounce as hard as you can along my cock. It gets your tits to jiggle and flop around. It's a real turn on for me watching them bounce."

As she lifted and lowered herself along his cock, Jack added his own, slow thrusting. At the same time, he clamped his fingers around the base of his cock and under his balls, a trick he did to dampen his own arousal.

Brittany felt his hand each time she hit bottom, and complained, "You said no hands!"

"I said, you could only use your pussy. I didn't say anything about me. Now shut up and really slam that stick into your cunt...there you go, emerald-eyes. Really make those tits bounce."

Jack grabbed the two bouncing melons. Squeezing them together hard, he massaged them vigorously while pinching her nipples. Brittany yelped in pleasure, pressing her chest forward and harder into Jack's hands as she continued to bounce.

"Oh yeah, I can feel it now, emerald-eyes. You're getting me close. Your warm, wet pussy is really holding me tight, and your tits are amazing."

She almost giggled in happiness. Although getting close, herself, she felt she could hold off long enough to beat Jack. The feelings coursing through her were exquisite, better than when Jack fucked her doggy style; a rich, warm glow encapsulating everything, pussy to tits. She sat more upright, placing her hands over his massaging ones for support, and continued lifting and releasing her body so that it slammed hard into Jack's pelvis.

"That's it emerald-eyes. Give me the fuck of my life. God, you are beautiful when you are in full bloom!"

Jack removed his hands from her breasts, placing them on her thighs as he increased the force and speed of his own pumping. Now both were in complete syncopation, rising and falling in opposition to each other, and where their groins met in the middle, a loud slap reverberated off the walls.

"I'm getting close, emerald-eyes. Lean back. I want to see my cock sliding into your warm honeypot."

Reaching around, she clamped her hands to his thighs for support, and leaned back. Given her position, she couldn't slide along his cock as she wanted to, but continued the exaggerated rolling of her hips.

Jack took a moment to drink it all in. Her small form strained backwards with her face pointed toward the ceiling. Her full breasts were parted wide across her chest with each resting on an arm. Her chest, heaving with exertion and pending climax, moved her large mounds about, teasingly. Her stomach was taut. The small belly she carried was, for a time, absent as her muscles strained against her overarching pose, and giving her a much younger, womanly appearance. Training his eyes lower, her inner labia and clitoris were fully exposed; lips appearing hard and rigid, but supple enough to wrap snuggly around his cock as it slid in and out of her—fully exposed and waiting for just the right touch.

Jack had to admire her, and felt a twinge of jealousy that a total asshole like Santos had somehow won her in life's lottery. She was, indeed, beautiful to look at, beautiful in everything, but mostly, beautiful in the sweet, deep throes of ecstasy. He wished he could do more with her in this exact moment, fully opened and vulnerable to him as she was, but he hated to lose.

Placing a thumb on the slick, hard pebble of her clitoris, he rubbed ever so gently. Her body began to shake, and he felt the warm trickle of her ejaculate.

Brittany couldn't hold it back. She thought it unfair that he used his hands, but the shattering climax that slammed into her made her forget his dishonesty for the moment.

Her spasms threw her into an upright position. Jack continued to pump into her slowly, sending more waves to flow over her, and ejaculate to flow from her. She continued shaking and moaning in ecstasy, and crying, all at the same time.

She cried in frustration that she had failed; failed as a wife, as a woman, and now, as a lover. She couldn't even get a guy off like every other woman in the world could. Besides her wounded pride, there was another factor, another reason for her tears. Deep within her, Brittany felt relief at having lost, and that feeling of relief was unsettling.

Jack wasn't quite through for the moment. As Brittany continued to quiver through the last stages of her orgasm, Jack quickly and roughly flipped her around so that he was kneeling above her. At the same time, he pulled her ass up, resting it onto his folded legs. Leaning into her hard, he drove his cock deep within her, while crushing her head and shoulders into a pillow.

His sudden, rough treatment, coupled with his cheating a moment before, angered her. Brittany's eyes flashed, as she yelled, "No more," while pushing and slapping at his arms and chest.

Jack ignored her feeble attempts at freedom, and when he began pumping his cock using slow, deep strokes, he saw her hard eyes and scrunched mouth soften, and then go wide in surprise and pleasure.

They stared hard into each other's eyes as Jack continued his deep pumping. When he saw her lower lip quivering, he said, gently, "That's it, emerald-eyes. Don't fight it. Just let it go."

"Oh Jesus...oh Jesus...oh Jesus," was all she said through sharp intakes of air.

"Give it to me, baby. I want to feel you come, again."

As she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, Brittany brought her hands up and gripped hard at Jack's shoulders, trying to pull him in further. Her breathing deepened, as she harshly belted out words at each exhale, "It's coming...Jesus...Jesus...oh, Jesus Christ...fuck me, It's..."

He felt the walls of her pussy tighten around his cock moments before a deluge of fluid washed over him. He continued his slow, deep pumping, and said, "That's it, emerald-eyes. Give it all to me."

Her legs and arms tightened about him further, as she loudly cried, "Jesus...don't stop! Oh, please don't stop...please..."

Another strong ejaculate bathed Jack's cock and midsection. Brittany's hands fell off Jack's shoulders, covering her face in shame, but she continued to wrap her legs strongly around his waist pulling him tight against her.

"Don't stop...please don't stop...don't stop...don't stop!" she screamed at irregular intervals as wave after blissful wave crashed up and over her.

Jack really started pounding into her now, pulling back quickly then throwing his cock hard and deep.

Brittany felt the final wave approaching and threw her arms down to clutch hard at the bed. Arching her back against Jack's pounding, she tried to continue her pleas to, 'Don't stop,' but no sound came out of her. All she could do was stare into Jack's face, wide-eyed, her mouth stamped open into the shape of a silent scream.

He slowed his pumping when he felt her legs slide off him, landing heavily onto the bed.

Pulling out of her, Jack sweetly played with her vulva, running a thumb all around and feeling the heavy saturation of arousal and ejaculate still clinging to her labia.

Brittany lay motionless with an arm covering her eyes as Jack continued to play with her. It looked almost as if she were sleeping, except for the fact that her body trembled continuously as she wept.

Jack didn't ask her what was wrong, guessing there were probably a hundred different reasons—shame being the most prominent. Instead, he remained quietly kneeling between her legs and let her cry on her own as he ran soothing, warm hands slowly along her thighs.

Her crying stopped after a while. When she uncovered her eyes, Jack could see that although they were red and swollen, they no longer looked back at him with fear or loathing, as they so often did before.

He smiled at her with that thoughtful smirk she liked seeing on his face. She smiled back, asking, "Were you even close?"

He smiled again, this time more devilishly, while answering, "Almost. There were a couple of times you almost had me, but I just changed the beat enough to keep it from happening."

"And your hands!" Brittany said harshly, not wanting to let his last trick go by without comment.

Jack laughed at her ire, while saying, "Like I said, the rule only called for you not to use your hands. I didn't say fuck-all about mine. Besides, you can't really blame me for that, can you? When it comes to women and sex, guys need any edge they can get, or manufacture."

"Manufacture? I call it cheating," Brittany said, softly, with pouty lips.

Jack continued to smile at her in amusement, captivated how her green eyes sparkled whenever she was piqued—angry or aroused.

Lying on his back while putting his left arm behind his head, Jack massaged her breasts with his right. Immediately, he felt her response to his touch as her nipple and areoles again grew hard and dimpled.

"Tell you what, you get to use your hands this time."

She asked with same pout donning her face, "What do I win?"

"The pleasure of my cock going off in your mouth, of course. Show me what you remember from last week."

Jack watched her, pleased, as she knelt by his side like last time and took a firm hold of the base of his cock with both her hands.

Pursing her lips, she began with soft, sweet sucking licks all about his cockhead, before slowly slipping him deep into her mouth.

Immediately, Jack could feel her warm throat tighten around his cockhead as she slid him in further. He had come close to climaxing a couple of times already, barely staving off the last one with a hard clamp to the base of his cock with his fingers. This time, however, he would thoroughly enjoy himself, and let go. The way Brittany was expertly inching him deeper down her throat, it wouldn't be long, either.

Jack gave her ass a playful spank. The sudden jar to her frame set her forward unexpectedly, causing her to choke a bit on his cock. She was going to turn around and bark at him not to do that again, when she heard him say, "Straddle my body with your legs. I want to have a nice view of your pretty, little pussy as you suck my cock."

Brittany grunted a response and did as told, while keeping his cock seated deep within her as she shifted over.

Jack patted her behind, acknowledging her expertise, before running a thumb through the groove between her inner labia. He could she her vulva was red and swollen from all his rough treatment, but she hiked her ass up further in the air at his touch.

Jesus, she wants more, he mused, thoughtfully.

Jack so much wanted to bury his face into her warm, wet cooze as she serviced his cock, but she was too short for a full-on sixty-nine. He wanted her to make, at least, a good faith effort at swallowing him all the way down to his balls, so he settled on playing with her pussy with a hand. He avoided her clit for the most part—until the very end, that is—concentrating most of his efforts by tracing fingers and thumb around her drenched opening.

Her musky scent wafted over him as he played with her pussy, making him harder, still.

He flexed his cock a few times in approval, both at her cock sucking abilities and her smell. Brittany responded each time by pinching his thigh in a teasing manner.

It was when he was massaging the area of her sensitive perineum that he spied her pretty, pink asshole, nestled so securely, deep within the cleft of her well-rounded ass. As far as he could see, the tightened ring was without mark or blemish, appearing as a twenty-year old's, rather than that of a woman in her forties. He guessed she rarely allowed anyone through her backdoor, given its pristine look.

Wetting the tip of a finger with her arousal, Jack tested her spry sphincter, pressing firmly against it. Immediately, Brittany clenched her ass cheeks, and utter a muffled, "Ugh, ugh," telling Jack he wasn't to trespass any further into that territory.

He spanked her ass again as a sign he got her message. Returning his attentions to her pussy, he noted with a smile what they would be doing next week.

During the time Jack made advances toward her netherworld, Brittany had slid his cock about three-quarters of the way in before she began an exaggerated head bob, slowly pulling back to where she could feel his cockhead touching the inside of her lips, and then sliding it back inside.

Every so often, she would pull him all the way out to clean and swallow the excess saliva from his cock, and each time she cleaned his erection, she uttered exaggerated slurping noises.

Jack loved listening to her gobbling his cock like it were a day-long sucker, and continually encouraged and thanked her for her efforts, "Oh baby, you did learn a lot from last time. I don't think I've had anyone suck my cock better. Keep it up, emerald-eyes, I'm almost there."

He tastes so good in her mouth, and felt even better, snug within the warm, slick confines of her tightened throat. The feel and taste of him, coupled with Jack's words, were filling her with an unexpected sense of pride and accomplishment. As she continued to slow suck his thick cock, feeling the head growing larger and fuller within her mouth, all she wanted was to taste him fully as he released. She wanted him to come. She needed him to come and bring her feelings of pride and accomplishment to full circle.

Brittany pulled him out, and said breathlessly, "Tell me when you're going to come. I want to be ready."

Jack couldn't help hearing the dripping tenor of want and desire in her voice. She wasn't a wife or mother any more. Those concepts would hold very little meaning to her, now. If Jack were to mention Santos or Alandra in this moment of absolute whorish want, she would blithely ask, 'Who?' She was fully Jack's slut-whore, bitch-goddess, even if she hadn't realized it yet.
Jack didn't answer right away. Instead, he slipped two fingers into her pussy while massaging her clit with a thumb. Brittany let out an audible gasp of pleasure around Jack's cock at his touch. When Jack put his other hand on the back of her head, he responded, "I shouldn't need to tell a good lay when I'm going to come. Good lays will know that on instinct."

Brittany felt pressure from both sides, his hand pushing her head further down while he pushed his cock upward. She choked a bit at first. More out of surprise than anything, but quickly got control of the gag reflex. Before she knew it, she could feel Jack's pubic bone against her chin, his cock fully inside her.

Jack held her head down while he ground his pelvis slightly, making his cock shift and move within her. It was a teaching moment for her that Jack hoped she'd understand without any further instruction—she did.

When Brittany felt the pressure on the back of her head slacken, she came off him slowly with a loud gurgle and a deep intake of air, but before Jack could apply more pressure, she sucked him all the way in, again.

God, he feels so good. What's wrong with me? she asked herself, feeling both sad and exhilarated.

Bobbing her head in short, quick strokes, she added a sideways head shift as well. Even though his cock careened wildly about her mouth and throat, it didn't bother her any more. She was finally accustomed to his size.

Spending as much time as she could, bobbing and shifting her head with Jack's cock fully inside of her, she would only take brief pauses for air, before throwing her head down on him once more.

Jack was in heaven, and arched his back to the approaching climax.

Brittany felt his body stiffen against her, as stiff as his cock was in her mouth. His chest and abdominal muscles becoming as tight as his balls were against his shaft. In that moment she knew, and pulling him all the way in again, she jiggled her head, rapidly back and forth.

Usually quiet even when he came, this time Jack let out a long, low moan as he found release.

When she felt the first strong pulse of his ejaculate, she clamped her lips around his shaft as firmly as she could and slowly pulled her head up. Jack continued coming, as one thick pulse of cum after another continued to hit her in the back of the throat.

The feel of the forcefulness of his ejaculation was almost overwhelming, and with Jack continuing his play with her pussy, she found another release—soft and subtle this time, but no less pleasurable.

Brittany continued to bob her head. This time centering her lips just below his cockhead, so that she could tongue his cock as she slid her lips up and down. His ejaculation wasn't as forceful as before, but he continued to fill her mouth at a fast rate. So much so, swallowing became a chore she bypassed, allowing much of his semen to flow down his shaft and across her massaging fingers.

She came off him when she felt him soften—cock and body, both.

His hot load, which seconds ago made her pussy twitch in excitement and want, was quickly losing its fire. She still held a great pool of it in her mouth, and it was quickly turning into a lukewarm concoction of congealed semen and saliva that was mildly vomit-inducing. Brittany needed to dispose of it, and quickly.

As she tried to get off the bed and make her way toward the sink, Jack grabbed her ankle, pulling her back toward him.

"Where are you going, bitch?"

Brittany tried to tell him without spilling any on the bed, but much of her mouthful trickled down her chin, anyway, as she said, "I...deed...ooh...s'it...it...out. It's...ross."

"It's gross? You're not going to spit my come out, bitch. Swallow it!" When he didn't see her comply, he grabbed the back of her neck and reiterated more forcefully, "I said, swallow it!"

Jack continued squeezing her neck even after he saw her choke down what remained in her mouth. Then, pointing her face down at his crotch where a large pool of cum covered his pubis and balls, commanded, "See that, clean it all up."

Jack continued to hold her neck until she was done licking every trace of semen from him. When he finally released her, she made a mad dash to the sink,

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she gargled her mouth and throat clean with warm water.

She couldn't understand how one minute he would show her warmth, compassion, and even friendship with that smile of his, but instantly turn right around and treat her like a harsh dick. The dichotomy of his nature frustrated her to no end, and made her cry.

She dressed quickly. Jack continued lying on the bed watching her. She wouldn't make eye contact with him as she grabbed her purse and stepped toward the door.

"Wait a minute," he said, sternly, stopping her in her tracks, "We need to talk."

Reluctantly sitting in one of the chairs, she gave him a condescending look as she waited for 'His Majesty' to speak.

"I've been meaning to ask, how did Chris take it with you breaking things off?"

Brittany just shrugged her shoulders as a response.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"He took it about as well as any nineteen year old guy who just had the pussy-spigot turned off all of a sudden."

"Pussy-spigot," Jack repeated with a chuckle, "I like that. So he hasn't been sniffing around, looking for answers or asking for another roll in the hay?"

"I've been avoiding him, but I suppose he has."

"Well, don't suppose."

Frustrated, Brittany asked, "Why all the sudden concern over Chris?"

"What makes you think he won't tell Alandra about you and him?"

That threw her for a loop. She began babbling, "I...uh...I...uh...what?"

"Is he still dating your daughter?"

"Yes," was her curt reply, wondering where this conversation was heading.

"Are they fucking?"

"No!" she barked incredulously. Then thinking about the distractions in her life the past two weeks, amended her response, "I don't think so...I don't know, maybe...why?"

"It would be better for you if they were intimate."

She stared back at him as if he were insane.

Rolling his eyes, he continued, "If they were intimate, it takes his fevered, oversexed mind off you, and puts it onto your daughter. You ever hear the phrase, 'Don't shit where you eat?' When you fucked your daughter's boyfriend, you took a great, big, stinking crap right in the middle of your life. If he gets hurt feelings about the way you're treating him, he may just tell Alandra out of spite. I don't have to tell you what happens between us if Alandra finds out. I won't even have to send Santos your video. Maybe in your own sweet way, you can encourage Alandra to take the next step in their relation"

Brittany blurted out, "Chris isn't going to be a problem. And fuck you! I'm not pushing my daughter into having sex with him just to give me some type of cover. So get that idea out of your fucking head."

"I just thought it would be easy for you, given your...uh, secret desire."

She stared at him for a long moment with pure hateful venom in her eyes. Finally, she said, slowly and purposefully, "Fuck. You. You fucking fuck. You told me you'd never mention that again. But go ahead and keep pushing it, I don't care. And you can just go to hell. I'll never comply with it. Go ahead and rat me out to Santos if you want, but I'm not doing that to my daughter."

Jack held up his hands in mock surrender, and said, "All right, my bad. I overstepped my bounds, but you better hope Chris doesn't become a problem."

"Like I said, he won't. Now, is there anything else?"

"Make sure you keep your pussy clean. I don't want to feel any stubble next week. Also, wear a very short skirt, something that doesn't come below mid-thigh. Do you have a tight fitting blouse or top, preferably one made of spandex?"

She nodded a response.

"Good. Wear it and the short shirt for next time, and no bra or panties."

Brittany went wide-eyed, "What?"

"You heard me."

Yes, she did, but she still couldn't believe his arrogance. She didn't bother asking any further, knowing he wouldn't answer any of her questions, anyway. Sighing deeply, she got up and left Jack naked on the bed.

As she left, Brittany didn't notice the large grin that erupted across Jack's face. He thought about the conversation they just had, and mused, Good for her. She isn't a total doormat. She could be of some use after all.