“Affection,” Stein repeated, “remember your husband… remember the words you spoke.”
Kathy turned her head away from Vinnie for a moment, then forced herself to look at him. “I...I...want to make...to make love to you. I mean kiss you. I want to kiss you...kiss you everywhere.” She turned slightly so that her nipple brushed against him. “I want to excite you, get you hard, tease you, make you want me...but slowly...slowly.” Closing her eyes, she gently touched his thick lips with hers. He started to pull her down. She drew back, trying to imagine Jeff, trying not to see Vinnie’s ugly face and huge bulk, trying not to smell the stench of sweat, and damp unwashed bedding, and urine.
Vinnie toyed with her nipple, “You ain’t gonna cum till I tell you.”
She felt the hot blood rush to both of her nipples, “I promise, I won’t cum until you give me permission.”
Suddenly it seemed a thick frightening wave of heat spread through her body. She knew that this was where she needed to be. She touched his lower lip with her finger. “Gently, dear Vinnie, gently,” she said. Again she leaned over him and, extending her tongue, licked his mouth, tracing his wet lips with the tip of her tongue, quickly darting it between them. His hot breath smelled of whiskey and cigars. She teased him like that for a long time... touching her lips to his and withdrawing, then touching again, not yet slipping her tongue into the dark hole of his mouth or taking his loathsome tongue into hers.
She heard Stein’s voice, but it seemed far away, “The words, Mrs. Ryan, remember the words.”
She looked into Vinnie’s surly face. He moved his fingers to her other breast. His huge rough hand completely covered it. It was strange seeing his hand there, and feeling it. Except for Jeff, no other man had ever touched her bare breast until... He squeezed, hurting her. “Yes,” she said, “I like that.” She put her hand over his.
“The words,” Stein repeated.
She leaned closer to Vinnie’s face, “Until tonight I had never been with any man but my husband.” She lifted his hand from her breast and raised it to her mouth. She kissed the tips of his grease caked fingers. When she finished, she looked into his eyes, “I love your big hands,” she said. “I love that about you...how big you are...how powerful.” She ran her hand over his muscled shoulder and upper arm. “I know that you are unfeeling. I know that you can be cruel and...and...” She softly touched her lips to his again. “It excites me,” she whispered. “Your anger, your brutality, they excite me. You hurt me and...and I want more.” Viciously, he pinched her painted nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She made a small sound and her body tensed. “Yes,” she whispered, “like that, you hurt me without giving it a thought, without an ounce of pity.”
Again she tenderly touched his face. “You hurt me because you enjoy it.” She leaned even closer, “I love your mouth.” She pressed her parted lips over his. She felt his thick, flat tongue slide into her mouth, filling it. She felt it moving back and forth over her own tongue and thought of its size and its dark purple color. She imagined a flat, blind creature from the sea, slimy and hot. She felt her own tongue move under his. Suddenly her mouth filled with saliva, bathing both their tongues in her juices. She groaned and swallowed and opened her mouth wider, urging him deeper, feeling this monstrous living thing moving against the roof of her mouth, over her teeth, snaking like a fat eel along the inside of her cheeks. She felt the instinctive response of her own tongue rubbing against his.
She found herself wishing their feet were bare so that she could feel his huge calloused heels and soles scraping like sandpaper over the tops of her tiny white feet...this obscene rubbing together of tongues and feet would close the circle.
Impulsively, she twisted away and lifted up, “Please, honey, please,” she begged, “let me take off your shoes and mine. I want to feel your feet while I suck your tongue. Please let me.” She started to turn toward the foot of the bed.
Vinnie’s chest was heaving. He was covered with sweat. His thick cock stuck up from his open fly like a heavy club. “Yeah,” he grunted, “yeah.”
She unlaced his leather boots and tugged them off. His wool socks stunk with perspiration. Neither they nor his feet had been washed in a week. The sour smell both sickened and aroused her. The soles and heels of his huge feet were, as she knew they would be, covered with thick rough calluses, the skin hard and broken. His toenails were long and black with dirt. She turned over to face him and slid to the bottom of the bed until she had clamped his feet between her thighs. Then, very slowly, she began to inch herself forward along his body. She unbuttoned his pants and his shirt. “Let me feel your feet against my legs, honey. Press hard, honey, ahh, press harder. Curl your toes. Hurt me with your toenails.” He did, making curved scratches in her calves. Bending his knees, he slid down until she lay on top of him.
When his feet began to rub against hers, she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide to accept his vile tongue. She groaned as it filled her mouth again. She sucked on it. Immediately she felt as she had before. She wanted this huge, gross, heartless man in a way that transcended anything she had ever experienced in the past. She braced her feet against the bedstead so that he could press and scrape his feet against them. She felt his splayed tongue move darkly in her mouth. She felt the hard, cracked skin of his feet rub against hers and his ragged toenails dig into her feet. She groaned deep inside again, and clutched his massive head holding his mouth tightly to her own...completing the circle.
She felt his massive cock under her, hot and slick with sweat. Suddenly, she jerked her head back away from him. Her mouth filled with spit. She didn’t swallow. Looking down at the dark hole of his mouth she extended her tongue. A strand of saliva hung from its tip. He made a deep guttural noise in his throat and nodded. He opened his mouth wider and her saliva dropped into it. “Did you want it, my darling?” she whispered. He grunted and shook his head. “There’s more,” she said, “lots more.” This time with their parted lips barely touching, she emptied her mouth into his. He groaned and, arching up, pushed against her feet until she thought he might crush them.
She rolled off him and quickly spun around so that she straddled his head and faced the foot of the bed. In front of her his massive cock glistened with sweat. He tried to touch it, but she pushed his hand away. “Not yet, honey, not yet,” she said. Her ass was directly above his face. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Richie’s cum, tinged with her blood, seeped from her puckered hole. “Do you want to lick it?” she said. “Do you want to lick where...where...Richie fucked me?”
Again, Vinnie could do no more than grunt. She turned to look at him. His breath was coming in shallow rasping sounds. His eyes were focused hypnotically on her hole. Slowly, she lowered herself over his mouth but only far enough so that he had to raise his head to lick her. She felt his wide flat tongue on her anal opening. She closed her eyes remembering how, just a minute ago, his tongue had filled her mouth and slid back and forth over her own tongue. She lifted up out of reach. “Do you want more?” she whispered.
“Uh...uh, more,” he managed to mutter.
She reached out and lightly drew her fingernails along the length of his cock. It trembled and jerked as he groaned aloud. “Can you say ‘please’?” she asked softly.
“Ah...ah...please,” he croaked.
“Again,” she said.
“Please, please let me...”
She lowered herself once more but this time, spreading her ass cheeks wider, she sat with all of her weight directly on his open mouth. He lapped at her hole and tried to drive his tongue into it. She put one hand between her legs and rubbed her clitoris until she orgasmed. Crying out and grinding her ass against his face, she came a second time. With both hands between her legs, still writhing and quivering she fell forward and then rolled away from him. He tried to grab her, but she slid off the bed and, struggling to her feet, stumbled across the room, where she collapsed before Stein’s chair.
Roaring curses, Vinnie charged after her but had taken only a few steps when Stein held up his hand, “Wait, my friend!” he shouted. “She tricked you and cheated you, but she’s going to atone for that I promise.” Stein nudged her with the tip of his shoe. “You made my friend look bad. You disobeyed his orders. Now you owe him. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”
Kathy lay there trembling, too exhausted to cry or speak. She had never been so aroused. She had never experienced an orgasm as powerful. But in the end there was an emptiness, an aching need that had not been met. Stein was right. She had turned Vinnie into a fool, a hulking supplicant begging to lick her anus. He had been no more masterful than Wally. She felt convinced that only Stein could give her what she needed and deserved.
“Get up, Mrs. Ryan!” Stein shouted. “On your knees.” Painfully, Kathy did as he commanded. She was completely naked now, the red lipstick on her belly smeared with sweat, her breasts, too, were streaked with lipstick and the gloss that had coated her nipples. The bruise on her cheek had become purple. Beads of sweat covered her body and ran down her sides. The scratch marks on her legs and feet burned. Her swollen lips were dry. She knelt before Stein fighting against the physical and emotional exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm her.
Vinnie shook his fist in her direction, “She didn’t do what I told her. She’s the same as all the other rich bitches. She likes bein’ the boss, givin’ orders. Well, goddamn it, I want that fuckin’ bitch and, goddamn it, I’m gonna have her, and she’s gonna pay for what she done!”
“Yes, Vinnie,” Stein said. “You will have her and she will pay. But it will be better for you if she’s had a little time to recover. Suppose you take a quick shower and then Mrs. Ryan will apologize and give herself to you in the way she promised. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Ryan?”
“Yes,” Kathy said, not looking at either of them.
Vinnie glared at her, “Fuckin’ cunt,” he stuffed his limp prick into his pants and crossed to the bathroom.
When he had closed the door, Stein began to speak, “You are a strong and clever woman, Mrs. Ryan. Clearly, Vinnie will not be able to give you what you need.” She nodded in agreement. “You need a man who is neither influenced by your beauty or defeated by your intelligent and sensual nature. You need to submit to a man who sees you as a receptacle and nothing more, a man who will use you for his selfish pleasure and cause you pain as he does so. Is that the kind of man you need, Mrs. Ryan?”
“I believe it is,” she said. “At first I thought Wally might be right, and then, tonight Vinnie. But…but no one except…except…” She looked away.
“Except who, Mrs. Ryan?”
“You,” she said.
“Ah, yes, but I am not at all interested in you as a sexual partner.” She bowed her head. Her legs were beginning to cramp and she felt bone weary. “However,” Stein said, “there is someone.”
Quickly she looked around the room. Richie was sitting on the bed watching her and pulling at the bulge in his pants. She turned back to Stein, “No! Surely you don’t mean him?”
Stein smiled down at her, “He fits the description perfectly. He looks upon you as a thing...a thing to shove his prick into. That’s all you are to him. You will never be more to him than that. You will never charm or beguile Richie. He will never condescend to lick your ass or to say ‘please’. A receptacle, that’s all you are to him, all you will ever be.”
“But...but...he’s an ignorant, pathetic, mindless cretin... I... I... couldn’t imagine subjecting myself to... to...”
“Ah, Mrs. Ryan,” he interrupted, “but you already have. You have given Richie a gift you are able to give only once. You have given him your virgin ass. How did he receive that rare and precious offering? He took it as if it belonged to him. And I think it does...I think it does.”
“No, what you’re suggesting is impossible. He’s ugly and filthy and...and unnatural. I couldn’t...I couldn’t...”
“Yes, well, Richie’s father will return in a few minutes. I’m afraid big Vinnie will do you harm unless you beg for forgiveness and then satisfy him.”
“Mr. Stein, please, I’m exhausted, worn out. I just want to go home.”
Stein shifted his bulk. She saw the anger in his eyes, “I remind you,” he began harshly, “that you buried your husband today. If you had not insisted I visit you, he would be alive. I remind you that you looked at me across your husband’s grave and agreed to accompany me here this afternoon. I remind you that you asked me to chain you to the keg and you pleaded with Richie to fuck your ass. I remind you that you did not resist very much when his father raped you. And a few minutes ago, you begged him to fuck you again. Finally, I remind you that you promised Vinnie you would not cum until he gave you permission. A promise you immediately broke.” He paused. Tears formed in her eyes. “Retribution, Mrs. Ryan, retribution and penance are what’s called for here.”
After a moment, she wiped the tears away and nodded. “Yes, you’re right. Whatever you think I must do...whatever punishment you propose I will accept.”
“Good. First you need to appease Vinnie. Ask him to forgive you. Repent. Excite him again, get him hard, take whatever abuse he gives you and beg him to fuck your cunt, on the bed... doggie style.”
“But might he not put it...put it...”
“In your ass? No. His monstrous cock would cause you irreparable damage and probably hurt him as well. Besides, your ass belongs to...” He waited for her to finish the sentence.