Eddie woke up looking straight into the eyes of his dog. She had a very concerned look on her face. He also realized that his alarm was ringing. He remembered how annoying that son of bitch was. It's been so long since he slept until it went off. He looked at the clock 7:03 AM it said. He looked back at Dusty and her face was saying, "Dude, if I don't go out in a couple of seconds I'm gonna leave a little steamer on your kitchen floor."
" I guess this is what happens when an old guy gets laid," he thought.
He limped into the kitchen and opened the back door for the dog. She bounded past him with that smile that retrievers always seem to have on their faces.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you. It's about time shithead!" He swore that's what the dog said to him.
It had been a long time in between sex nights for Eddie. He felt alive, connected, and a little sore! His knee was acting up. Not too bad but enough to let him know that it was there.
"Circus sex!" Haaaaaaaaaa. He cracked his own ass up sometimes. He shit, showered, and shaved, in that order, and left a note on the table for Dee promising her that he would take her out to eat tonight, before she went to work. He found himself whistling, "Go figure?" he said out loud as he let the dog in and started out to his truck for work. It was going to be a good day for anyone who came into contact with him today. Yes indeed, a very good day.
Dee got back to Eddie's house just a little worn out from her early morning foray into lesbian sex. Evette and her went at it for almost 2 hours. She thought about how different it felt being caressed, kissed, licked, cuddled and done, by a woman. While she was sure she was not a latent lesbian, it did kind of made sense that only a woman would know exactly where to touch, lick, and kiss another woman. And while she knew there was nothing like getting slammed by a good stiff dick, it wasn't all that unpleasant getting serviced by, and in turn, servicing another woman. She didn't know where Doug went off to and, quite frankly, didn't give a good shit either. She got undressed and climbed into bed, wearing only the Coke shirt and her panties, and fell asleep thinking of all that transpired, wondering was this just a one time thing or was this leading to a regular interlude. She smiled to herself, and dug her head into the pillow and dozed off.
She awoke with a hand over her mouth and heavy breathing in her ear.
"Fucking bitch! Who's house is this? I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
It took a few seconds to recognize that voice. "Oh shit! Doug!" her mind screamed.
She began to fight to get released from his grip. But he had her good. The little fuck snuck into the house, found her sleeping, and made sure he could get her in a good hold before she could react. She had known him for five years, she never seen or felt this much anger in him. He had always been somewhat docile for a man. This was a trait that she had come to loathe in him. But now, here he was acting like some kind of caveman. He was shaking her violently, trying to drown her in her pillow.
"mmmmmph mmmph mhp mmmph," was all Doug heard from her.
He leaned forward again and growled into her ear again.
"This may be the last time I fuck you, but you're going to get fucked indeed. You may think you know me, but I'm telling you this, you say one word to anyone about what I'm about to do to you and I'll come back here, or I'll wait outside of the plant, or even follow you to the mall, and just like now, you'll never hear me come up behind you. The last thought you'll have is that I've killed you!"
Doug, keeping his forearm on her neck, ripped the covers back with his free hand. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his knife. He flipped it opened and began to cut the Coke shirt up the front. He slit the collar and then ripped the shirt off from behind. He slid then knife down her now naked side and hooked it into the elastic strand on the side of her panties and cut them off in one move. She screamed at him through her gritted teeth.
"Doug you mother fucker, you better leave now or kill me! Because if you don't maybe it'll be me waiting for you outside of the house! Doug I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you!"
Of course, this had the exact opposite affect on Doug she was hoping for. Doug became even angrier. His rage was consuming him. Dee began to think that he was actually going to kill her! He was right about one thing though, maybe she didn't know him at all. She'd never seen him in such a rage. He hardly ever even raised his voice before. As fearful as she was of being raped and hurt, or even killed, she wondered where this person on top of her now had been hiding. And how could he have kept this animal from her for this long. He lightened the pressure on her neck and stood up beside the bed. He switched the knife into his right hand and told Dee to sit up on the side of the bed. He placed the sharpened point against her neck.
"Open my pants cunt! Open them up and take my dick out. You're gonna suck me off, understand? And if you're thinking of biting me, go 'head, I may like it! When you're done, I'm going to drive this knife right through your fucking neck!"
Dee was frightened now, and frustrated. She didn't know this man demanding oral sex. Oh she knew he was her husband. But this was a stranger, a complete stranger. She looked up at him pleadingly. But what she saw was a man whose eyes were wide in fearless anger. Little droplets of spittle were flying from his mouth as he spoke/cursed at her. She did as ordered. She opened his belt and the button on the top of his jeans. She pulled the zipper down and pulled his jeans to the tops of his knees. His underwear followed immediately. His cock was fully engorged and she reached for it with her hand. As afraid of him as she was, she found herself strangely and ashamedly aroused. The point of the knife dug into her throat and she felt the warm sensation from the trickle of blood spilling out of the slit he opened in her skin. She put his cock into her mouth and began to stroke it with her lips. Doug moaned like a caged beast. She felt the pressure of the knife back off considerably. She began her patented stroking/sucking move on him. If she was going to die she was going to die giving the greatest blow job in history. She glanced up at Doug. His head was back and he was staring at the ceiling. He was breathing heavily and moaning loudly. She worked his shaft ruthlessly.
"Ok fuckface, you want to be a big man? Let me show you what you're going to miss the rest of your fucking life!" Dee thought to herself.
Her tongue danced over the top of his cock and she forced it down the opening. As his cock re-entered her mouth she raked it with her teeth. She thought for a second she saw Doug's knees buckle. She knew he wasn't far from being finished. She worked her hand over the part of his cock that wasn't engulfed in her mouth. She could feel his load welling up in the base of his dick. She pulled off his prick one last time. Almost like a SWAT team preparing for a final assault. She plunged onto his manhood, teeth again playing havoc with his nerve endings. Doug knew he was about to cum hard. So did Dee. She decided no matter what, she wasn't taking it in her mouth. She almost wanted him to put the knife back up to her throat to make her swallow it. This thought almost made her orgasm. But it also definitely moistened her slit considerably.
"You useless piece of shit!" she thought. "You can't even conduct a proper rape!"
"Oh fuck Dee...Oh fuck I'm cuming!", Doug said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Jesus Christ Dee!"
Dee pulled her mouth off of Doug's staff but continued working her hand up and down from head to base. The first of the many spasms hit Doug like an eighteen year old novice. The gism hit Dee in the chin and immediately dripped on her tits. She pointed his cock down, so as not to give him any more satisfaction than he already was experiencing and kept stroking as he his jets of sperm juice dumped on her chest. This time his knees did visibly buckle and he fell against the wall. Feeling unbelievably smug, Dee looked on the nightstand and eyed an old fashioned, wind up alarm clock. She looked back up at Doug, his shoulders and head were against the wall. He was looking upwards but his eyes were closed. She looked at his right hand, where he held the knife, but it was only being held loosely. With her right hand still gently stroking his slowly collapsing dick, she reached out with her left hand and grabbed the clock firmly. In one quick, stealthy move, she brought the clock up to the side of his head and whacked him good and hard. The knife fell out of his hand and he collapsed to the floor, lying on his side.
"What'd you do that for?" Doug pleaded.
"Are you out of your fucking mind? What'd I do that for?" Dee screamed. Now she was the one with the animal anger building by the second. She glanced around the room and saw a baseball bat leaning against in the corner of the room behind the half opened door. She jumped over her sprawled out husband and lunged for the bat before Doug could gain his senses. She gripped the bat in a well practiced way. She had played softball in high school and at the plant picnics. Doug grabbed the end of the bed to help him climb to his feet. Dee unleashed a chopping, downward stroke. Kind of like a person splitting kindling. She hit Doug's hand as it splayed out on the mattress. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but the mattress took most of the blow. Doug grabbed his hand in agony and screamed out in pain.
"That should remind you of me the next time you pick up a knife, fuckface!"
"No Dee, please no more, please?" he pleaded.
The old Doug was now back. His little boy pleading almost made her laugh out loud.
"Get your ass out of here and don't ever let me see you anywhere near here again! This guy here, the guy that owns this house,...well he's a cop!" Dee lied. "I'm going to tell him what you did to me and he's going to come after you and if all things go as planned fucktard, he's gonna blow your head off. So if you're smart, and I doubt if you are, you're never going to let me see you again so I can point you out to him!"
Dee was looking down at a defeated man. That didn't stop her from piling it on though.
"We're done Doug. By the way, I did your girlfriend this morning!"
Doug looked up at her with a quizzical look on his face.
"Not only did I do her, she said I was better than you! Now get the fuck off of your ass and get out! Like I said yesterday, my lawyer will call yours. So you better fucking get one!"
Doug finished regaining his feet, pulling his pants up, and holding his right hand with his left, circled around Dee and tried to leave the room. Dee cocked the bat one more time and swung it at him. Gratefully missing, but causing Doug more pain. In the effort to stay away from the swing Doug ran smack into the dresser. She watched move down the hall and disappear she heard the side door open, and in a few seconds, she heard the familiar sound of Doug's shit box start up and pull away.
She stood there, naked, calming down. Dusty came bounding into the room and looking up at Dee, let out a loud bark.
"Now you come?" Dee asked.
Dusty had the same, Dudette I gotta go, look on her face.
"You're fucking kidding me, right?"
....to be continued.
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