The Cost Of Convenience Ch 02

With her with her hands handcuffed behind her back and lying on the left side of the bed in her bath robe, the single sudden gut dropping thought occurred to Jeff:

What is the end of this?

"Jack, please don't rape me. You don't want to do this. If you proceed, there's no good way out of this."

"I know" admitting to her and himself that the thought just hadn't occurred until a few moments ago.

"So, let me get this straight. Please, just bear with me, Jack.."

"Okay, ask away."

"You see me at the gas station. You like what you see. You help a damsel in distress and then you simply decide you're going to go fuck her regardless of the consequences?"

"I'm married, for God's sake, Jack! I'm fucking married!" as she finished, she elevated her voice at him mildly. He just sat there on her makeup table stool with his elbows on his knees, shaking his head up and down.

"I know. Pretty fucked up idea, right? That's not exactly the way it played out in my head, but close enough."

"What did I miss, Jack? The part about you wanting to fuck a married woman or the part about you raping me and going to jail until your 45 year old?"

"Well, when I took you to the car, I couldn't help but notice everything about you. You didn't shy away from me when I put my coat on top of us; you didn't seem to budge as my legs and half-hard dick rubbed the bottom of your bare ass; when you turned around, you sure didn't mind being nose to nose to me, with your tits touching mine, and with your hand on my thumping heart."

"So, is it my fault you're here, Jack?"

She leaned back with her neck arched back and touching the head board, "Jack, Jack, Jack. I was flirting with you, not wanting you to crash my house and rape me."

"So, are you telling me, if I never did this and I saw you in town or at the store often enough, that some sort of relationship would eventually happen, with you and me, even if out of sight, making love?"

"Jack, again, I'm married. Happily married."

"Well, let's see. What happens if I just walk out the door? You call the cops..."

"I won't..."

"Yes, yes you will!" he demanded. "And then, if I do take advantage of you, you're going to call the cops..."

"Yes, I will."

"You know, some guys who do this end up killing the bitch to keep her mouth shut..."

"Jack! You bastard..." she screamed!

"Look, I was just running my mouth..." he interrupted! "And besides, you're not a bitch and I'm not one of those monsters]\."

He sat on the bed right up against her, knowing she couldn't go anywhere, but not trusting her without the cuffs on *and* behind her back.

"Here's the deal. I'm sort of in a fix, wouldn't you say?"

She acknowledge him just by nodding her head in silence and looking at her feet. She knew she what already is a bad situation, could be a real bad situation. But, for some reason, she was calm about it by now.

"Look, you didn't mind me being closer than this an hour and a half ago."

She looked up at him in confusion, not understanding why he didn't understand how, at the absolute very least, this is extremely awkward and would get him stoned to death in about 80 countries. She seemed resigned at that point. To get it over with and to move on in her life, somehow. She understood he meant her no ill will, that in his contorted and contrived way of thinking, this was his way of being able to touch elegance, something for which his normally shy and quite nature didn't allow.

By now, he's touching her lips with his index finger with his face an inch away from hers. "Remember, your finger was on my chest?"

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When he pulled at her lip with his teeth, she sighed. He couldn't tell if it was fear, resignation, or lust. He could tell, the way the conversation had gone, that she had some sort of feelings, if nothing more than liking the way he looked when they were at the store. He could just feel that vibe off of her.

With extreme trust, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and she didn't really push it back, attempt to bite, or take it. Then, all of a sudden...she let him in.

He stood up, knocking his shoes off and taking his pants off, while pulling his shirt up, up, and off. Naked he stood. 6'1" and a trimmed 20 year old. Not a six pack, but absolutely not an ounce of fat, either. His pecks showed his alertness with his nipples stiff. Her eyes flowed down to his waist and then his dick. It was a solid 5 and a half inches. Really nicely formed, almost as good as a dildo, she thought.

Thinking to herself, she had to admit, if it was going to happen, if she was actually going to be raped at any point in her short existence, this is about as easy for it to happen, so far, as possible. Jack, sat back down beside her. He looked right into her eyes as his hand cupped her perfect C-cup right breast. It was as if he could see the "permission," if you wanted to call it permission. He could see she was either resigned, at this point, or about half willing. He couldn't help but think to himself, maybe by half way, she'll be begging; and then how "wishful thinking"had got him this far in trouble, maybe trusting himself is not what he should do anymore.

Her hair was incredible. She had just finished fixing it. He could smell how fresh she was as he leaned in for another touch of her lips with his and touching her ribs and tracing down to the loose knot for the rob. He gently pulled the knot loose and exposed her incredible breast for the first time and then glancing down, he could see her washboard tummy leading him down to her bare pussy.

He grinned.

She braced herself by taking a breath and holding it as his lips touched her right tit.

She noticed her left tit, how it was erect and the nipple was hard as a brick. She was in as much horror as humor. She couldn't believe her body was betraying her like this in these circumstances. It made no sense, but her hormones were starting to rage; or had her hormones been raging the whole time and she didn't even recognize it. At that moment, mentally checking herself, she sort of just moved her legs, cocking her left leg out and bending her knee, pulling her foot to her other knee. Horror or humor, but her slit was not moist, it was wet.

He had her robe pulled down in the back, totally exposing her front. She was gorgeous. In the morning light, with the ambiance coming through the closed shades, it threw an amber colored hue on her olive skin. As he kissed around her neck, he took the sheets from under her and threw them back out of the way.

"These handcuffs are going to get seriously in the way, aren't they?" she groaned...

"Well, you let me deal with that inconvenience." Then, at that moment, he thought, they aren't coming off, but they can come loose long enough to get the robe off of her.

He had her roll over and after explaining what he was doing, summed it up, by explaining "I don't want to hurt you, but I will. Don't *make me* hurt you." She just complied, knowing he was much stronger and faster, that at this junction, it was going to be much easier just to do it. After getting the robe off, he quickly locked her hands back together in the cuffs, as if she had the strength to do something about being free for that moment.

After rolling her back, her tits still up, nipples still hard as bricks, his dick just has hard as a pipe, he took his dick in his hand and traced it over her left tit, her breathing became heavy.

"If I didn't know better, I would almost say you're enjoying this, ma'am." and with that, tracing his dick on her neck. She said real quietly, "I told you to call me Sarah." It was almost sultry, but almost choked up, but she said it.

He heard it, but he decided to file it back for the time being. Not to think into what she said too much. But, on the surface, it sure sounded like she made the same statement with the same intent, flirtation, as at the gas station. He nearly came all over her neck and chest just thinking about it.

She was doing all she could to keep from grinning a little, but she kept her face straight and humble.

He kissed down her stomach as she laid back on the pillows, still with her hands behind her. Then, she opened her legs to him willingly and the scent of sex was in the air. He knew he had something going, she was soaked. He licked cum all around her pussy, deciding to go for the kill later, while kissing all the way up her legs to her knees. She was enjoying it, but as he stared at her from the knee, she didn't let him know it. He moved up her leg and while licking between her pussy and her leg and then down between her anus and her pussy, he could hear her whimper.

She realized she was absolutely hot. Uncontrollably hot, but somehow she had to figure out how to control it. All she knew, was his tongue was on her asshole and his finger was on her clit and she was about to explode. She wondered if, in the passion and confusion of it all, had she mistakenly let him know that she was going nuclear on him. She had no idea, but she had lifted her body in such a way that gave him the ass. He was all over it. She loved it when her husband licked, nibbled, caressed, and ate her ass as if it were a pussy. Jack was working it just like that, too. He was taking half her ass cheek in his mouth, tasting nothing but her incredibly luscious skin and cum from her pussy. At 25, her skin was taut and he was taking it! He loved how her ass cheek curved all the way back around and joined up with her leg. It was a delight in and of itself for him to kiss and caress that spot. She was more of a playground than that dress ever let on at the gas station!

In one move, he flipped her over on her front. She didn't let him know it, somehow which only God could understand, but she had already cum, drenching her pussy, anus, and crack. He didn't hear her cuming, so he just figured the excess wetness was the way things worked. Her hands were uncomfortably behind her, but his quick work had overcome the pain.

He sat straight up his knees and putting his hands on her hips like they were handle bars, raised her to her knees, but her head stayed down. He took his dick and slowly traced the crack of her ass. It was drenched in cum. He was starting to figure things out on her part, but he still was clouded by his judgement. He spent, to her, what seemed forever, before she spoke up...

"Jack?" Wait a second, listen." she whimpered.

"Yeah." as he braced for a discussion with her of whether or not he was going to actually fuck her or not.

"Listen to me."

"Okay. Shoot."

"Jack, don't read too much into what I'm about to say, but this will go a whole lot better if your dick is real slick."

"It is slick. Slick as snot!" He snorted.

She sort of let a small giggle out, laid on her side and said, "If you'll put the cuffs up front, I'll give you a blow job" He was blown away. Flattened.

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She had both hands up front and cuffed, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back arched and her right hand slowly pumping Jack's dick. That moment, Jack knew that either she was an incredible liar and he was about to get his dick bit off in her mouth or she was starting to apprehensively like this.

"Don't bite me, Sarah." he said in a very serious, authoritarian tone.

"I guess you will have to trust me on that one, Jack." as she took the tip of his dick in her mouth. Just the tip, taking her tongue and licking the cum hole vertically in her mouth.

Then, two inches of the five.

In a moment of clarity, it occurred to her, that Jack's cum was actually almost sweet. Still salty, but nonetheless sweet. She cupped his balls as she took his cock fully into her mouth, reaming it back and forth. With her mouth, she guided the ship of his body with his rudder onto the bed and they completely swapped positions with her kneeling, gorging herself on his cock, and then sucking his balls with reckless abandon.

It was that very moment, that she let herself go and be known to him. It couldn't be hidden another second.

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She was in it at this point. As far as participation, there was no going back. She reached farther back and licked, slurped, and then sucked the bridge between his anus and his balls. He was shaven, almost to a fault, and she loved it.

He lifted himself just enough to give her access and she tongued his ass and anus, biting him just like he had bitten her. As she moved back to his balls, his hands moved from his face to her head. He was flush with lust, hardly being able to take it another minute as she climbed his nearly six inch cock.

She worked it like a champ!

She then took the head, raking her teeth across the finely tuned skin,and with her thumb up his ass and the other hand holding the bottom of his dick like a ring, she knew he was about to explode. She could taste the cum changing in flavor as he became more and more exposed to her.

She released her pressure on his lower shaft and he released a generous load as she reached forward with her mouth to envelope his cock, nearly going all the way with it. She took the load and with it dripping down her chin profusely, looked up at him as another wave hit him which shot cum on her tits. She gave him a look that could freeze any lover in his tracks. She was attached to him now. There was a bond about which both she and he could not do anything.

He fell back to the bed, groaning in pleasure. Still in cuffs, she moved up his stomach and chest, kissing, stopping at his tits for a short suck and then placed the cum laden lips and tongue into his mouth, with his cock throbbing against her ass cheeks and pussy.

She pulled back after a few seconds saying, "If I've got to get drunk on it, you might as well join me."

At this point, he knew she was in charge. Cuffs or no cuffs, he was the one being used now. She put her tits in his face and pulled his head to her and forced him to lick and then suck the cum off her tits.

"Good?"

"Good enough? Anything you want. Anything."

With her tits licked clean and then a spot on her belly, she turned around on his head with herself facing toward his feet and put her ass right in his face. She didn't have to tell him anything; he just went to work. She bent over and continued to suck and pull his cock.

Then out of nowhere, he rolled out from under her and both of them sat up on their knees in the bed, tit to tit, kissing. Tasting themselves. She loved it. The taste of her own pussy always exhilarated her. She was always shy to admit it to her husband, but she lapped Jack's lips and chin like it was candy. He turned her toward the end of the bed with the mirror in front of both of them.

There needed to be no lubrication. This was one technical rape that there would be no damage. She was panting as he took his dick in hand and traced it up and down her ass and pussy. As he stopped and circled the honey hole, all of a sudden, she threw her ass higher and pushed all the way back with one thrust, slamming his big dick her in hole; both of them letting out sighs of relief.

At first, he simply stroked her gently, a little at a time. Two inches here, three inches there, back to two inches, and then he started slamming her. Jamming his dick into her pussy as she screamed in pleasure, he took one leg and put his foot down on the bed to get a better angle as she increased the projection of her ass and he was absolutely going to town on her.

She was holding on to the sleigh bed rail for her life! As his long cock slammed against her G-Spot at the end of her canal, she started to feel it boil in her. She knew she was close to the end of the first round. He slammed and slammed and then out of nowhere, he stuck his thumb in her asshole and she exploded on him!

She screamed bloody murder.

After giving her a minute to get straightened out, he was rubbing her ass cheeks, and he couldn't help but bend over, taking her ass in his mouth like a sandwitch! She loved it.

As soon as she could catch her breath, he was already up, tracing his cock on her anus and then back to her honey hole.

"Have you ever had anything up your ass more than my thumb."

"Yeah..." she said, literally still out of breath.

When she said it, before she could complete the word, he had the head of his dick in her anus. Her husband had done this to the point that her anus was loose enough for this not to hurt. In fact, he was to the point that he could simply fuck her in the ass, almost as good as fucking her in the pussy, but Jack's dick was an inch and a half longer and a little more girth to go along with it.

"Be careful. We can do it, but be careful because you're bigger than he is - I can already feel it."

"Yes ma'am..."

"Jack!" she bemoaned in a playful way.

He eased himself into her and as he stroked her anus, she took it like a dream. He was slow, gentle, and she was literally about to cum by the tenth stroke! He had her in a rhythm of cuming. Sensing that she had obviously been well pleased, he pulled his dick out, noticing not a hint of corruption.

"What is this about? It's almost like you were prepared for me to break into your house and rape you."

She smiled as she laid in the bed with him stroking his dick. "When I was in the shower, I fingered my ass clean. I can take care of myself, you know?"

"Yes you can. You sure as hell can..."he said, as her handcuffed hands grabbed his cock and balls for one last ejaculation coming all over his belly. Not as much as before and a lot less material, she reached over and licked it off of him.

"Damn, boy. You taste good."

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He stood at the doorway to her bedroom, ready to walk out.

"Jack."

Turning around, "Yes, ma'am?" he replied.

"The next time, I'll lock the door." The smile on her face was all he needed.