Chapter 2

Steve had gone to work at 8am that morning. I lay in bed, awaiting that knock on the door. I felt a shiver go down my spine at the thought of his stinking dick. I pulled the quilt up higher, hoping the warmth against my naked body would comfort me, it didn't.

An hour passed and still nothing. Then two hours passed. Then three. By 11.30am, I had reluctantly pulled myself from my warm bed and quietly began to tiptoe to the bathroom. Tiptoeing. Did I honestly think that by being quiet he wouldn't hear me and think that no one was in and he'd go away? I was regretting his impending arrival.

I got in the shower and began to wash myself in the warm water, running all over my body, my breasts.

'Knock, knock'.

I froze. The sound of the door sent shivers down my spine and I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach. Why now? Why right in the middle of me showering, when I was at my weakest, when I was naked?

I grabbed a towel and frantically began to dry myself.

'Knock, knock.'

The knocks this time around were louder than the first. He's becoming impatient. I don't want to anger him in fear of the sexual repercussions.

I grabbed my robe and flung it on and went for the door. I swallowed as I reached for the door knob, as it turned the door slowly opened. I opened it about 8 inches, as you usually do when answering the door and peeked round the corner.

Staring straight back at me was the cold, beady eyes of Mr.Allen. I felt as though I would break down into tears.

'Hello again Helen, pleased to see me?' he smirked.

I said nothing and opened the door as I turned my back to him. I walked to the centre of my living room and awaited whatever degrading act I would be issued.

'Not in a talkative mood I see. What a shame Helen, after the generosity I am showing to yourself and your husband.'

These words angered me. Generosity. He can stick it up his fat ass.

He came up behind me and ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. He reached for the front of my robe and pulled the cord open. He slowly pulled my robe open and I felt his head over my shoulder as he peered over. My robe was pulled wide open, and it was pulled over my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. My skin went cold as I saw myself naked and vulnerable.

'Ahhh... I've been waiting a long time to see your magnificent tits.'

I hated the word tits, it was such a low, common word. Stephen knew I hated it.

Mr.Allen ran his chubby fingers over my nipples which had become erect.

He walked around me, so I was facing him and he undid his trousers and pulled them along with his underwear to around his ankles. I looked aghast as I saw the brown skid marks of shit in his pants.

He plumped himself down on the couch and motioned for me to kneel in front of him. I reluctantly took my place between his legs. He reached up and ran his hand through my damp hair and all of a sudden yanked it extremely hard, pulling my head down in the direction of his penis.

The smell of his penis was worse than yesterday. I began to gag at the smell, but my sounds were muffled because of his cock in my mouth. As with yesterday, I was subjected to a face-fucking. My hair was being pulled backwards and forwards and the pain brought tears to my eyes.

'BANG'. I heard the front door slam shut. I tried to jump up but Mr.Allen pulled my head back into place. I could only see directly in front of me, which was Mr.Allen's fat stomach hanging over. I realised that I hadn't shut the door and my current position left me extremely vulnerable from behind.

'Damn, she's got one hell of an ass.' I heard a male voice say. It definitely wasn't Steve's voice, this voice was a lot deeper, and it sounded older also.

The familiar voice of Mr.Allen spoke out, "Why don't you help yourself to some of it then?"

With that I panicked. No other man but Stephen had ever been inside me. I tried to pull myself up and my screams of "No, please!" fell on deaf ears. My head was pulled up and I met eye to eye with Mr.Allen. All of a sudden I felt a stinging blow on my face. He had slapped my face so hard, it stung like nothing I have ever experienced.

"Now you listen to me you fucking whore! I will do with you whatever I want! I say who can fuck you or not. If you try to disobey me again you will be punished harder and more painfully. If you want me to stop, you and your deadbeat husband will be thrown into the street and I don't think you two will be on the best of terms when he finds out what a slut his wife is. Do I make myself clear?" he bellowed.

I thought of my love for Stephen and how worthless I would be without him. I wiped my face and looked Mr.Allen in the eyes. His hand was now out of my hair and resting on his thigh. With that I leant forward and took his hard little cock in my mouth and began to suck.