Chapter 53: Katie’s Daily Routine

Katie walked downstairs desperately trying to leave the house before Phil woke up. It had been only a few days since he moved in after she agreed to allow the felon to live with them. Since he fucked her on the bathroom floor she hated the way he looked at her especially in front of Fred or her children. The lust in his eyes made him unbearable to even be in the same room.

She had a day filled with meetings beginning with MADD. She wanted to take her children to school so she could leave earlier but her husband shuffled them away before she had the opportunity to even mention it as it would have been a perfect excuse to get out of the house ... She quickly poured herself a coffee into her travel mug and glanced one time in the mirror.

Katie tried to be quiet as her black high heeled shoes clicked loudly on their tiled floor. She looked at her cream button down blouse and black knee high skirt. Her make up was perfectly applied and her reddish brown hair hung over her shoulder.

She walked towards the door when Phil’s voice echoed in the hall behind her, “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have meetings and then dance practice,” Katie responded as she grabbed her gym bag from the floor. She didn’t even bother to turn around and look at the disgusting old man.

“Not yet you don’t,” Phil sneered.

Katie spun on her heels to face him. He looked ridiculous. He wore no shirt and only boxers as his flabby body jiggled with every step he took, “I have to go. I don’t have time for this crap today.”

“Fuck you Freckles!” Phil barked, “No questions. No hesitations.”

She saw the cock tent forming in his boxers, “Phil! Please, I have responsibilities!”

“You only have one responsibility and that is to me!” he cackled with joy. “I own your ass! Do you want me to...”

Katie closed her eyes and sighed loudly as she dropped her gym bag to the floor as she interrupted him, “What do you want me to do?”

“I will tell you what to do,” he answered, “For starters take off your blouse and skirt.”

He walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen as he looked out the window and saw his old home. It was overgrown and falling quickly into disrepair. It caused his blood to boil knowing that Mrs. Jackson was responsible for everything that had happened to him.

When he turned around, the future television star was standing in front of him wearing only her lacy bra and paties. Her heels, blouse and skirt were piled in the corner on the floor. He couldn’t help but grin at the annoyed facial expression that consumed her. He immediately knew she didn’t want what was about to happen but she had no alternative and he loved every second of it.

“Perfect,” he grinned as he walked over to her, “Now just stand there!” Phil sipped his coffee while he leered at the hard bodied wife. She had the perfect body but he could never forgive her for putting him in prison and he would take his frustrations out on her every chance he could.

“I have to get going,” Katie whined.

He sat his cup down and walked closer until he reached out with his pudgy hands and took hold of her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and marveling at their soft pliancy, “Wonderful, just wonderful,” he chortled. Then he began to really fondle them through her bra, squeezing and kneading them, as if they were soft mounds of dough. His fat fingers worked into the flesh grabbing it, and making the mounds shake and wiggle.

“Good enough?” as Katie rolled her eyes.

“I will decide when it’s good enough,” he snapped at her. “Let’s get this straight, Freckles. I will give all the directions, you will simply obey. Right now, I just want you to stand there and shut up, while I feel you up.” He caressed and rubbed her tits, cupping them in his hands and letting them bounce under her bra. “Fuck I love your tits!” He glanced down as his boxers extended away from his body with his now hard cock throbbing inside.

He grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch and sat down. He pulled her down next to him, “Beat my meat for awhile Freckles!”

She gritted her teeth and knew she didn’t have any alternative. If she said no he would post her video. He would tell her family. Mrs. Jackson sighed loudly in disgust as she reached over and pulled his boxers down slightly as her hand reached in and cupped his huge cock with her delicate hands.

The massive cock caused Katie to shiver while she handled it. She stroked his prick up and down with her closed fist while Phil sank into the couch. She glanced at the front door and couldn’t imagine if her husband walked in on them. The sexy wife hated herself for allowing everything to happen. For the past few days she has tried to think of something to get Phil out of her house without him destroying her life and she couldn’t think of anything. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place and there was nothing she could do except stroke the fat man’s prick.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he calmly asked her, “I can tell you enjoy handling a cock, Freckles. The way you hold it so tenderly and lovingly ... You must have fondled a lot of dicks while I was away, haven’t you?”

Katie sighed, “I’m not talking about this.”

Phil laughed, “I’m certain there were a few! I have evidence of it!” He pushed his fat body up against the strokes of her fist, “I know you’re such a slut but my dick will become your favorite of them all!”

She resented the way he thought of her but at the same time she hoped to quickly get him off so she could get out of the house and away from him. Katie had her fingers wrapped around the fat hard cock as she pumped it faster. She ran her hand up and down the entire length of his short dick, making sure to graze the thick mushroom head.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh yesssssss,” he moaned in pleasure. “You have such a wonderful touch, so much better than anyone I’ve been with!” He looked over at her exquisite features. She stared straight ahead and not even looking at his hard as steel prick extending from his groin. She looked revolted and it only made him want her more, “It makes it so much hotter that you aren’t even into it!” he laughed as his body shook.

As she pumped him off, Katie wondered how long it would take. She looked over at the clock that hung on the wall. Back and forth her hand went making his dick hotter with each stroke. She finally glanced over at his prick that was throbbing in her hand. It wasn’t fair that such a grotesque man had such a beautiful cock.

Phil’s eyes were closed and his head was back as he enjoyed the hand job that she was giving him. When he first met the Jackson’s he never imagined that Katie would have been such as cock slut. Never in his wildest dreams did he believe he would ever fuck her ass or have her take his cock into that sweet hot mouth. His cock swelled at remembering all the times he would watch her come home in her fancy business skirts and dresses and how he would undress her with his eyes. She always seemed to be such a snotty bitch, and never made any sort of sexual comments. She seemed to be the last woman in the world to be yanking and stroking his hot meat.

“That’s it! Keep pulling on it, Freckles,” sighed Phil as he reached over and grabbed her head from behind and turned her face towards his groin, “Get a good look at my dick before I shove it up into you. You know that you’re going to get fucked, don’t you? You know that you are going to have to let me force my thick cock into one of your openings. Mouth, pussy or ass?”

Katie pumped faster, “Just get fucking cum so I can go about my day.” She shook her head in disbelief of her situation.

“Let’s see now,” he mused, “Should I make you suck me off? Should I put my dick into your mouth and stuff it down your throat and make you blow me until I leave a big wad in your mouth?”

The hot wife stared at the revolting man’s fat face but felt herself licking her lips and already tasting the salty cum as he talked about plugging her mouth.

“Or should I put you over the edge of the dining room table and force my dick slowly into your asshole again?” He scowled as he stared at her with lust in his eyes. “I could simply stab my dick into your cunt,” smiled Phil.

She couldn’t imagine herself under the fat man again as her body shivered. The thought of having this thick tool plowing up into her cunt as his heavy body pressed on top of her nauseated her at this point, “Just cum with my hand Phil.”

“Well you can’t take me into your throat without gagging,” he cooed as he ignored her comments, “I think I’m going to fuck you. Freckles. I’ll fuck you and screw you until you’re screaming and begging for me to stop, and then I’m going to fuck you some more. Now get on the floor!” he said sternly.

Katie winced as she dropped the cock in her hand. She shook her head in disgust and knew the consequences if she argued. She laid down on the carpeted floor and watched Phil get up and pull off his boxers. His huge hairy body jiggled with every move of his body as the ripples of fat vibrated on their own. Her hands moved to her waist as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She tossed them to the corner of the room.