Owning Amaryllis Pt 01

"Well, isn't this a nice surprise." Tony, the mail carrier, grinned as his gaze swept over the petite woman in front of him, clad only in a robe, towel dried hair swept over one shoulder. He was on his last delivery of the day of his new route and was happily surprised it ended with such an enticing view. Amaryllis had barely enough time to get out of her bath and throw the robe on when the doorbell rang and she rushed down to answer it. The robe was tied around her tiny waist but gave a nice peak of the cleavage hidden underneath it. The gorgeous, raven-haired woman in front of him wrapped it around tighter, trying to obscure his view. "Got a package for you, ma'am." He held out the box to his side so that she had to reach past him to retrieve it.

"Need your signature, too." He leered as she struggled to hold the box, her robe, and sign the package all at once. Reluctantly, she released her hold on her robe to sign the machine, letting it fall open slightly more, the upper curve of her ample C-cup breasts on full display. "You here alone, ma'am?" He asked, peering around her to the empty house behind.

Amaryllis looked up at the man and nodded. "Yes, my husband is on a work trip but my stepson will be home from school within an hour or so." She hoped that the implication that she won't be alone for long wil help hurry on the man from her doorstep. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the treacherous gaze the man was showering upon her near naked body. She desperately wanted to rush upstairs and get dressed and deeply regretted that she hadn't done so before answering the door.

"Well then, we've got some time," The man gave a crooked grin and pushed his way into the house, shutting the door behind him. Amaryllis tried to push him away, dropping the package as she did but he towered over her small size and she barely caused him to budge when she tried to shove him back.

"Get out! No! No! No!" She cried out as he grabbed her robe and yanked it down her arms, trapping them at her side with her breasts exposed to him. He growled hungrily and set about mauling them roughly, causing her to tear up as she protested and pleaded. "Please, stop! It hurts! Just leave, I won't tell anyone, I promise! Please!"

Relentless and ignoring her pleas, Tony kept squeezing her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples painfully. He groaned and marveled at his luck in getting to play with the beautiful breasts before him. He was rough with them, taking out his frustrations on her tits, pulling her nipples out painfully away from her body and letting them snap back as they pulled free from his pinch. He decided then that he was going to do everything he wanted to do with his girlfriend but wasn't allowed to with this little wife in front of him. He was frustrated: his girlfriend had been withholding sex until he gave her a ring and it had been weeks now since he last had sex. He growled and wrapped his arms around her narrow waist and dipped his head down to lick and suck and nibble on her nipples. Amaryllis continued to struggle, trying to push him off of her despite her arms being trapped, disgusted by the wet drag of his tongue and mouth on her sensitive nipples.

"Stop, please! Don't.. don't do that!" She cried out in protest, pushing against him. Her head shaking as she tried to escape from his grasp. A sharp pain suddenly piercing through and radiating from her breast as she realized belatedly that he had bit her and nearly drawn blood. She screamed, thrashing in his grasp.

"Stop moving, you little Asian whore or that won't be the worst thing I do to you." He growled between the nipple he held in his teeth. Amaryllis immediately quieted down and stopped struggling, afraid of what other pain he might inflict on her. She sobbed quietly, body trembling and her left breast throbbing while he continued squeezing and manipulating her breasts to his desire. She prayed silently, waiting for it to be over, hoping that this was all he wanted to do.

She felt disgusted as he sucked and licked his way around her breasts and up her neck. She cried silently and tried to turn her head away, keep her mouth shut from his invading tongue when he pressed his lips to her in an unwanted kiss. She had only ever been with three men, including her husband, and they never pushed her when she wanted them to stop. She had considered herself lucky to have never been in any situation that violated like this.

"Don't be such a stuck-up bitch," he growled, squeezing her face to face him and to force open her mouth and accept his kiss. His thumb and fingers dug into the hollows of her cheeks roughly. His tongue invading her mouth as he forced it open, his hand squeezing her jaws painfully hard to hold her in place. She whimpered as she felt his hand leave her breast to travel down, undoing the belt on her robe to let it fall and exposing the rest of her nakedness to him. She tried to push him away when she felt his hand on her shaved mound, finger probing her heat. "Stop fighting it, slut. I can feel how wet you already are. You want this, too."

"N...no..I just had a shower.." She gasped, horrified that he thought she was getting aroused by his molestation. She let out a sob as the finger probing her slit found the little button and started to circle it, rub it and stimulate her. "No...stop, please! I'm married... my husband..." She whimpered, trying to pull away from him but his hands held her fast in place. His finger was rough and it scratched at her sensitive and delicate skin as he mashed it against her clit. She managed to hold back a moan but she could feel her body starting to lose control under the stimulation.

"Mm yes, your husband is missing out. Don't worry, I'll be here to take care of your needs." The horrible, rough voice scraped across her ear, sending a fearful tremor through her. She felt the digit leave her clit and dip down further to circle her opening, teasing the entrance and feeling how wet she was. She knew it wasn't just from her shower that made her pussy drip; the attention on her clit had sent pleasurable shivers through her and the liquid seeping from her now was a combination of her juices and the shower water. She always had a very sensitive clit and the slightest bit of touch on it always sent sparks of desire running through her.

She couldn't help but let out a moan as his fingers came back to her clit and she heard him laugh deep in his chest, realizing that this was the button to push to make her open up to him. Changing positions of his hand, he mashed his palm against her clit as he slid first one finger up her pussy and then another, fucking the little wife with his fingers. Amaryllis couldn't stop her body from responding as her hips rocked on his hand, grinding herself into it even as she begged him to stop and let her go.

"Thought you're too good for me, huh," He growled as he added a third finger and thrust harder into her pussy, stretching her opening; he ground his palm roughly against her clit, "But you're just like all the other sluts, needy for a fuck from any good cock." He laughed as he rammed his fingers in over and over, rough calluses scraping at her sensitive skin but drawing her closer and closer to her climax. The squelches of his fingers pounding into her wet hole filled the room as he fucked her with his fingers.

She hated that her body was responding this way, feeling pleasure from being molested by this man. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge and her hips kept moving on their own, wanton, needy for the high. She humped his hand harder, pressing her soft breasts against his arm, rubbing her whole body against him as she tipped over the edge.

"Ohhhh I'm cummingg!!" She screamed, breathless gasps as she came. She felt betrayed as she clung to him, crying out as she came hard on his fingers and her entire body trembled in his grasp as the bliss washed over her. Her pussy flooded with juices and soaked his hand, throaty moans escaped from her lips. He lifted his hand to lick at his slick fingers.

"MMmm tastes as good as I thought it would." He grinned down at her. Her knees had given out and she sank to the floor, body trembling while she caught her breath. She looked up at Tony, her mind foggy from the post-orgasmic bliss, realizing too late that he was undoing the belt on his pants and lowering the zipper to pull his cock out.

She scooted back away from him, trying to crawl away from what she knew was to come next but he was upon her quickly, belt looped to wrap around her throat and tugged tight as she struggled. "Not fair that you're the only one to get off, ma'am." He shook his cock at her lewedly and tugged up on his belt like a makeshift leash. She choked, and crawled back to him to release the tension. He yanked the leash again and forced her to kneel in front of his cock like an obedient dog. "That's right, little bitch. It's my turn."

He slapped his cock on her face, smearing the precum leaking from it over her cheeks, and lips. She gagged at the smell of his cock, sure he hadn't washed it properly in days. She was disgusted that he wanted to put it in her mouth and kept it tightly shut while he jabbed at her with it, trying to force it in.

"Open up, you stuck up whore," Tears welled up as he choked her again with the belt, pulling it tight while she struggled. He squeezed her jaws again to open her mouth and force his cock past her lips. "I feel one bite and I'll cinch this belt so tight you'll die blue in the face." She nodded in understanding and compliance and fear. Her lips wrapped around his large member and began sucking on it. She hoped he wouldn't last long, that this ordeal would be over soon. She felt him start to thrust into her mouth, the head of his cock bumping against the back of her mouth, threatening to push into her throat.

She's never deep throated anyone before and the sensation was causing her to panic, gag, and to feel like vomiting. She struggled hard against him each time he tried to gain entry until he reached down and pinched her nipple painfully between his nails. "Stop fighting, bitch. You're going to take all my cock down your throat whether you want to or not so just make it easy on yourself and swallow me."

He growled and held her by the back of her head, applying steady pressure while she struggled to relax her throat and tried to swallow around his girth. He thrust in and out shallowly, as if getting her more used to the feel of his cock at the back of her mouth before suddenly and violently thrusting forward, forcing the head of his cock to stretch the tiny opening of her esophagus. She tried to scream but it was blocked by the monster in her throat. She thrashed against him, trying to push him off but he held her head steady and kept forcing inch by inch the rest of his cock down her throat until her nose was buried deep into his pubic hair.

He groaned in pleasure as her throat spasmed around his cock, making the already tight space tighter as it milked him.

"Ahhhhhh uhhhhh yes, you cocksucking whore," he moaned, and began to thrust in her throat, pulling back until he was nearly out of her throat before thrusting back in full depth. "So. Fucking. Tight," he growled, emphasizing each word with a hard thrust down her throat. He was slowly building up his pace without giving her time to adjust. Amaryllis struggled, trying to find a pace or rhythm to breathe as the man above her used her for his pleasure.

"What a fucking hot little whore mouth you've got." She struggled as he pulled the belt tight around her throat, increasing the pressure on his cock and restricting her breath even more. He reveled in the way her body and her throat fought against him, spasming to squeeze and milk him even further. He was close to cumming and was trying to decide whether he wanted the whore to drink it all or wear it. But he didn't want to leave the warmth of her mouth too soon so he rammed his cock forcefully into her mouth a few more times, bruising her delicate lips as he erupted down her throat, smashing her nose hard into his pubis as he held her down, forcing her to swallow his load.

"Uggghhhh yeah, drink it all down, slut. Drink up all my baby-making juice. Next time it's going in your cunt." He roared as spurt after spurt coated down her throat to her stomach, settling there in an uneasy way that made her want to puke.

He pulled out his softening cock from her mouth--a final spurt of cum coating her tongue--and used her dark hair to clean up the spit and cum from it, before he tucked himself back into his pants. Without him holding her up, she collapsed onto the floor again, coughing and retching, and clutching at her belly as she tried not to vomit all over the floor. She felt violated, and disgusted at having the man's cum in her belly and mouth, and in her hair. A part of her still couldn't comprehend that what had just happened to her was real, even while the vile taste of his cum lingered in her mouth.

"See you tomorrow, ma'am. Make sure you're wearing the same thing. After all, I know where you live and you wouldn't want dear old husband or your stepson to find out what a dirty little slut you are while they're away." He grinned, lifting her face up to look at him with his boot under her chin as he threaded his belt back through the loops. She nodded in understanding and defeat. He showed himself out and Amaryllis took a long moment before she could pick herself up off the floor, pulling her robe on just moments before she heard the garage door open and the voice of her stepson calling out.

"Mom, I'm home. There should be a package for me?"