Chapter 2

She stood in the doorway, her robe held by a single loose knot, barely concealing her black with pink trim bra and panties. Thigh top stockings sculpted her legs and framed in the sweet spot Marcus had come over for. Her blonde hair was loose, and framed her beautifully made up face perfectly.

He grinned, appreciating the effort he knew she had taken to look good for him. “Hello beautiful. How is my cheating little slut wife?”

She batted her dark eyelashes at him. “Hot, wet, and hungry for some dark meat!”

“Well it’s a good thing I came over then,” he said and he stepped into the house, using his foot to push the door shut behind him.

Hearing the door click behind him, he backed Lisa up against the wall and pinned her there with his body. Lisa automatically reached for what she wanted ... his cock bulge. But he knew she would try it, and he caught her by the wrists.

“Uh-uh-uh, not so fast, my greedy little slut!” he said.

“Marcus...!” she whined.

“At least let me get my jacket off and sit down!” he chuckled.

“Oh poo!” she said, sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. Marcus took advantage of her pouty lip and sucked it into his mouth kissing her so deeply and powerfully it took her breath away and she gasped when he broke the kiss.

“Oh Marcus...” she moaned softly. He took her hand and lead her into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

“Now let’s see what you have for me under that robe. Show me that hot, tight, slutty body of yours girl!”

Lisa smiled and stood in front of him She slowly untied the knot of her robe belt and let the ends fall from her hands. The robe parted a bit and she opened it fully showing him what he wanted to see. She let the robe slip from her shoulders onto the hardwood floor behind her.

She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she saw him smile and his eyes shone as he looked at the beauty that belonged to him and him alone.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Lisa, you know that?”

Lisa felt her heart leap at his words. He wasn’t playing – she knew when he was complimenting her playfully and teasing her to get her more aroused. This wasn’t one of those times. He didn’t call her slut – he called her by name. Her eyes got wet as did her panties.

“Thank you Marcus,” she said. She could barely get the words out without breaking down and crying.

He reached out his open hand to her and she placed her tiny hand in his. He pulled her to him and Lisa straddled his legs kneeling on the sofa facing him and put her arms on her thighs. Marcus put a hand on her cheek and she nuzzled into it.

“God, I thought today would never get here! I have been waiting for this all week – since Phillip told me he would be leaving and I called you up to tell you!”

“Then you should be plenty wet for me then. Are you? Are you wet for my big fat cock?”

“Oh I am so wet for you baby! I am soaked!”

Marcus suddenly shot his right hand up and grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head back. “Put your hands behind your back slut!” She obeyed him instantly, moving her hands back and when she had, he reached between her legs with his left hand and rubbed her pussy through her panties.

“You feel a little damp, but not nearly wet enough for my cock. Have you been a good girl for me?”

She knew what he meant by being a “good girl” – he wanted to know if she had masturbated lately. He didn’t like her to masturbate before seeing him. He wanted her so hot and turned on that she was nearly out of her mind for him, even before he got there.

Then he would drive her even deeper into her depravity ... until she would do anything – ANYTHING he told her to do just to get the release that only he could provide her. Yes, Marcus knew his woman and her needs very well. And he took full advantage of them, too.

But he was not cruel or sadistic. He knew what she needed and when he felt she was ready, he would provide it. Lisa always knew he would give her release from the pressure built up inside her. Marcus never left her in anything less than absolute complete sexual exhaustion. If she could walk him to the door at the end of thier “date”, the date wasn’t over yet. That was the way he felt and he made sure he kept to that standard.

“No, baby, I’ve been a very good girl. I haven’t played with your pussy one time since Phillip told me of his trip and I knew you were coming over. I’ve been saving myself for you and that juicy fat cock of yours! I know you want me to be all hot and horny and ready for you. And I am – believe me, I am! Kitty is starving and needs to be fed that monster cock!”

“Well, we can’t have a hungry kitty! I guess we should do something about that!” he said. “It will be a before kitty’s dinner is ready so I will have to give her a little something to tide her over.” And with that he began rubbing her pussy hard through her panties.

“Oh, fuck, Marcus! Oh God, baby! Yes, Oh, please don’t stop! Oh God, my pussy loves you playing with it! Ooh, right there! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lisa cried as she started squirming around as Marcus lit a fire between her legs.

In her zeal at what he was doing to her she forgot what he had told her about keeping her hands behind her. She reached to hold his hand to her crotch and he jerked her hair causing her to yelp. “I said to keep those hands behind you. Don’t make me have to tell you again slut!”

She quickly put her hand back where they belonged. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry baby, just please, please! I need you to fuck me! I need that beautiful cock deep in my pussy please!”

“I AM going to fuck you, my impatient little fuckslut. But before I do, I am going to play with my little slut first,” he said.

Still holding her by the hair, he resumed rubbing her now sopping pussy. Lisa squirmed even more at this new attack. She knew that Marcus meant what he said – she would get fucked, but not before being driven blind crazy with lust. And she knew from experience that he was fully capable of doing it. He had done it many times before ... pushing her to the very limits of depravity until she was left whimpering and begging him to fuck her. Yes, he was very good at driving her insane and truthfully, she loved the trip!

“Oh God, Marcus! Fuck, baby, my pussy loves it when you do that! Oh, fuck! Yes! Ohhh...” she moaned as she wriggled on his lap.

He didn’t need her to tell him how much she liked what he was doing – her actions were doing all the speaking he needed. And the fact that he wouldn’t allow her to use her hands only added to her frustrated state. She loved it when her lover took control of her and Marcus had her completely at his command. With one hand holding her head back by her hair and the other sawing away at her pussy, Lisa was helpless to do anything to resist him.

Even if she had wanted to disobey him and use her hands, Marcus was much too strong for her and would simply throw her down on the sofa and take what he had come for anyway. Lisa did entertain the thought of him “taking” her, but only briefly and in her mind – she didn’t want to make him mad at her and not want to come over anymore. She would just die if he didn’t come over and fuck her!

Lisa’s thoughts were interrupted suddenly when Marcus’s hand stopped rubbing her pussy through her panties and instead slipped under them!

“Mmm, I see someone shaved for me!” he said as his fingers ran over her baby-smooth pubic mound.

“Yes, baby, I wanted to look perfect for you!” she groaned, squirming as he fingered her soaked slit and teased her throbbing clit.

Then as if he wasn’t happy that she could still form full sentences, he shoved his fingers deep into her drooling hole and she squealed like he had stuck her with a hot poker! Her first reaction was to try to get up and get away from his intrusive fingers, but he still had a tight hold of her hair and she wasn’t able to escape his wicked teasing.

Marcus began fingerfucking her furiously and Lisa responded by moaning and dacning on his lap as he sent her arousal into orbit.

“Oh fuck, Marcus! Oh God, baby! Yes, fuck your dirty slut’s pussy! Oh! Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Ohhh!”

Marcus watched her carefully. He wanted to get her right to the edge of cumming but then stop and let her cool down a bit before continuing.

His heating her up and then stopping to let her cool down, known as edging, always drove her crazy and she wound up begging him to let her finish. Marcus loved to hear her beg and Lisa loved to be made to beg. She felt that begging a man to make her cum was dirty, and something only sluts and whores do.

Being made to feel like a slut and a whore was one of Lisa’s biggest turn-ons. It was also one of the things her husband Phillip refused to do for her. He always treated her like a prim and proper lady – that was the way he was raised ... to respect and admire a woman. And while that was good when they were out in public, when they were in the bedroom, Lisa wanted to be his whore and his fucktoy. She wanted to let her inner slut loose and be the wanton woman she secretly loved being!

But Phillip was always too conservative for that kind of play and usually too busy or tired for any kind of play. So when Marcus came over he let her inner slut loose and she made the most of it!

Marcus did bring her right to the begging point and as she knew he would, he stopped, leaving her whimpering and pleading for him to continue. But instead he stood up, holding onto her and lifting her with him. Then he turned around and set her back down on the sofa. He lifted her feet and removed her soaked panties, pulling them down her long legs then off leaving her in her stockings, heels, and her bra. He spread her legs wide apart and knelt down between them.