Blake Garfield - Young housewife in hell

"Slower, honey!" Lisa Hart gasped, clutching her husband's hips with her thighs to slow his fucking. "Not so hard, dear. You don't want to hurt me."

It was all Lisa could do to keep from trembling in disgust as her husband fucked his stiff, fat prick inside her pussy. If she had known how monstrous his cock was, she might not even have married him, no matter how much money he had. Surely there were some rich men in the world with small cocks.

Her husband, Larry, growled deep in his throat and buried his cock to the hilt inside her small, soft pussy. Lisa gasped in shock and pain and clamped her legs tighter against him. She had never seen him so rough or forceful. She guessed that he must be as excited about the party as she was.

Lisa Hart was barely twenty-one, young and beautiful in a way that had always made men her slaves. She had never cared much for men, and she hated sex, but the one thing she hated even worse was work. Larry was twenty years older than she was, but he was still good looking enough that she wasn't embarrassed to be seen with him. And he had enough money to make a once-a-week fuck worthwhile. "Honey, you're hurting me," Lisa hissed, stroking the back of Larry's head with one hand while she clutched at his back with the other, trying to slow him down. "You know how small my pussy is, sweetheart. You're just too big a bull to give it to me this hard."

Larry grunted as he stuck his cock inside her again. His hands clamped down over Lisa's full, satiny tits, and he squeezed them until Lisa thought she was going to faint from the agony.

"Larry, what are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaking with the sudden pain that was ripping through her sexy body. "Larry, you're hurting me! You know how sensitive my tits are."

Lisa wanted to scratch or kick at her husband and stop his rough fucking and his manhandling of her tender tits. She held back, though, not wanting to start a fight on the afternoon before their first big party.

Parties like the one they were throwing tonight had been half the reason she had married Larry to begin with.

She guessed he was fucking her so wildly because he was excited, too. She decided he deserved a little fun, and she wrapped her long, lush legs around his humping ass and urged him to fuck her even faster.

Larry had enough money to hire a few servants, so Lisa had few responsibilities. Her biggest job, Larry had explained to her, would be to be a good hostess at the parties a man in his position had to throw.

Lisa had never in her young life experienced an orgasm, but she came as close as she ever had when her husband had explained to her about how she would have to wear the most expensive gown and be the most beautiful woman at any party they threw, at how she would have to entertain rich and famous people. It was the sort of thing Lisa had dreamed about her whole life, and just thinking about it now made her pussy slick with cream and her svelte young body shiver with excitement.

"My rough little boy," she cooed excitement over the party and pain from her husband's mistreatment of her body warring inside her. "Give it to me harder."

Larry Hart buried his face in the sweet hollow of his wife's throat, licking and kissing and biting his way over her silky skin. He knew exactly what the ball-busting little bitch was thinking, why she had married him and what she thought their life together was going to be like. He had seen women like her before, too sexy for their own good, beautiful bitches who had used their bodies and faces to wrap men around their little fingers.

But Lisa didn't know that he saw through her, and she didn't know that he had some plans of his own for their marriage.

He crushed her full, silky tits together and buried his face between them. He whipped his tongue over her sharp-tipped pink nipples and slobbered all over the deep, tan cleavage. Lisa was clutching his back with her hands and pulling at his ass with her legs as if she were a bitch in heat now, but Larry had made enough women cum to know an act from the real thing.

He jerked his cock all the way out of her cunt and then stuck it in with all the force he could manage, and he sighed with pleasure at the involuntary whimper of pain the fuck-blow brought from Lisa's pretty lips. He pounded his big cock around inside her tiny pussy, making her gasp for air.

The first time he laid eyes on Lisa he knew he was going to have her for his wife. Five minutes after he had met her, he knew what kind of a bitch she was, but he went after her anyway. He knew that once they were married he could bring out the cock-hungry whore inside her.

If anything, she was more beautiful now. Lisa had blue eyes that smoldered, fashionably high cheeks and pretty pink lips that always seemed to be pouting. She had strong features, and there was a fiery determination in her eyes. But she was young and inexperienced.

Larry thought he was going to have a lot of fun breaking her will.

Her body was even more remarkable than her face. Her skin was taut and tanned and silky. Lisa worked out every day to keep her body in perfect condition. She tanned in the nude so that every inch of her flesh would be equally bronzed, and she lavished herself with every cream she could find to keep her skin soft and creamy.

Lisa's tits were big and perfectly rounded. They laid like twin perfect globes, sitting so high and impudent on her chest that they seemed to thrust themselves into a man's face and hands. Her waist looked tiny between the swells of her heavy tits and her full hips.

As perfect as her tits were, and as enticing as her narrow waist was, Lisa's ass and legs demanded the most attention of all. Lisa's ass was the most perfect Larry had ever seen, and he had held hundreds of them in his hands. Her bronzed ass cheeks were lush and rounded, but when she tensed them they flexed rock hard. Larry had never seen an ass so bountiful and so firm at the same time. And her legs were the same, long and lush and perfectly shaped, and as a firm as a dancer's.

Larry had those long legs wrapped around him now, but he wanted something more. He wanted to break the frigid little bitch, set free the cock-starved slut who was trapped inside her. And tonight was the night.

Larry fucked his beautiful wife harder and faster. He wasn't used to the rubbers Lisa had made him wear since they had gotten married. Even with the tightness of her pussy and the allure of her sexy body, it was hard for him to climax with the sheath of rubber around his cock. He looked at her tits and thought about what he was going to do with the rubber once he filled it with his jism. The idea, and his excitement over what was going to happen at the party, pushed him over the edge.

"Cumming!" he growled, pulling his face out from between Lisa's tits and kissing her briefly. "I'm cumming, Lisa dear. Not that you can feel it with me wearing this damned rubber, you tight-assed little cock-tease."

Lisa was so filled with relief to hear that the rough fuck was over that she barely noticed the rest of her husband's words. Her little pussy felt as though it had been beaten instead of fucked, and her tits ached from the mauling they had received. She swore to herself that she was going to make Larry pay for the hard fucking he had just given her.

"Yes, honey," she cooed, her voice throaty and sexual. Larry wasn't fucking her as hard now, and Lisa moaned, squirming against him and flexing her cunt around his jerking cock. "Cum, baby! You're so good, baby. You drive me crazy with that big old cock."

"Shut up, Lisa!" Larry growled.

And before the beautiful blonde could even gasp in surprise, he grabbed her by her throat and shoved her brutally down on her back in the bed.