Trudy stumbled in to the lounge, the big hand gripping her shoulder bent her to the sofa and slammed her on to it, "Sit there and don't fucking move until I find out why your in here robbing my house."

The "Look I can explain," that spluttered from Trudy met with the threat of a backhander as Olsen yelled at her, "I'm the fucking master in this house, you are the intruder," he bent closer, his fat stomach almost touched her, "You do as your told or you can do your explaining to the police."

Trudy's heart jumped at the mention of police, the thought of outsiders watching the disc's and the involvement of Bob, she sank back, her brain racing at this new problem.

He went to the back of the computer, took a wire and fitted it to the back of the T V. Looking in the bag he pulled out a disc, inserted it in the computer draw.

He looked at the frightened Trudy then strode to the door and locked it, looking back he grinned, "Wouldn't do for us to be disturbed."

Picking up the remote he pointed it at the T V, a blue empty screen filled Trudy's eyes. She watched this enormous fat lump of a man walk to the computer; his fat long fingers punched a button.

The screen burst in to life and there was Trudy wriggling her naked ass as she put on that horrid harness, he fast-tracked the disc forward, watching as she gyrated around with the dildos pumping in her, Olsen could tell they were making her horny.

Well, well Mrs. Wainright you're a kinky lady when your hubby ain't home, or is it him making the movie, lets look at the next."

Trudy tried to stop him, "Yes, yes that's it, its Bob there's been a mistake and I'd hidden them up here before you arrived, that's it, I just wanted them back."

Olsen slapped her away from him with one hand as he changed discs with the other. After pressing the button he sat back, he soon moved forward again as he saw Trudy standing with her legs open and that little man fingering her cunt, "Your husbands a bit open minded isn't he, you want me to think he puts his beautiful wife out for anybody to fuck, I don't think so."

As he talked he fast-forwarded the disc, he frightened Trudy as he yelled, "Ohhhh yes now your doin the business," he was staring at her on her knees as she sucked the little mans cock.

Trudy buried her head in her hands, "Please stop, don't look at any more, I told you it's a mistake."

Olsen ignored her as he slowed the track down to slow motion, his eyes were glued to the screen watching the cock slip slowly in and out of Trudy's mouth, "Now that's my kind of a mistake."

Trudy was now sobbing again, Olsen didn't bother he was to busy changing that disc for the next as he sat back Trudy pleaded with him not to, she remembered what was on this disc.

Too late, the screen filled with Darlene fucking her with a dildo, Olsen turned and laughed at her, "Before we came, yah, you and my wife, no wonder you been doing the shopping, I think I know what's going on here, she's got you by the cunt, she will tell Bob things you don't want him to know if you don't do as your told, right?"

Trudy sobbed in to her hands, Olsen looked at the screen watching his wife turn and bend over the nicely trimmed cunt before bending and starting to lick the dildo filled hole, he left it running but his interest turned to the pathetic sobbing woman sitting beside him.

He let her sob, her face covered by her hands, Trudy wasn't looking at him as his eyes traveled to her legs. He licked his lips as he looked at the naked shapely legs, her thighs fat and well shaped as they disappeared in to the white shorts. A little glimpse of skin between the top of the shorts and the bottom of her top and then the fully filled top, her nipples showing thick and long as her upper body shook.

He looked at the T V, the two women were in a frenzied 69, the sight of Trudy's cunt jumping under Darlene's active tongue, he looked at his own shorts, there was a large bulge, he put his hand on Trudy's knee.

She looked up at him, then down to her knee, he patted it, "There, there stop crying its getting on my nerves," still with his hand on her knee he looked at her, "Stop me if I'm wrong but you don't want Bob to find out about this little lot do you?"

She shook her head; he smiled, "Now I have all there is to have, yes?"

A little, "Yes."

He rubbed her leg a little higher, "So I will be looking after them from now on, and only I will know where they are, you understand that?"

Another little, "Yes."

A smile was on his face, "And you certainly don't want Bob to find them, do you?"

Shaking her head he heard the panic in her voice, "No, no please no, he doesn't deserve my stupidity."

His hand was now on her thigh, "He just doesn't deserve you, I reckon he's a boring dickhead but he does have a beautiful wife, that's the only reason I come down for a drink, I get to look at you or should I say try and get a look up your skirt or catch a glimpse of some well hard tit"

Trudy tried to brush away his hand but he was far to strong, he grabbed her wrist and held it tight, he looked at the screen, "Don't get shirty with me just look at you on the tele."

She didn't want to look, she had seen it, she knew it was her laying on her back totally naked being caressed by Darlene but Olsen knew he had the upper hand, "Didn't need to try and get a look did I, my Mrs. had pictures of all of you up here all the time."

Trudy winced as he tightened his grip, "Please Olsen, let me have them."

Olsen had a hand free, he grabbed the bulge in his trousers, "I don't know about letting you have them but I sure as hell am going to let you have this."

Trudy shrank back, "No, no, please have mercy."

Olsen dragged her over him, she tried to fight but he was far to strong, she found herself across his knee, an incredible slap on her ass knocked the wind out of her, while she fought for breath he hit her again and again, Trudy had never been hit so hard.

She screamed, "No more please don't hit me, I'm begging you no more."

Olsen rammed his fingers in to the back of her shorts and lifted her about six inch's before sliding her back until her face was hanging above his bulge.

His other hand grabbed a handful of hair and forced her to look at the bulge, "Listen bitch, think of the options, you either blow your marriage or you blow my cock."

Trudy's hair felt as if it was being torn from her scalp, she looked at the bulge in his boxers, Darlene's words, "Like a baby's arm," echoed in her mind; her little fists came up as she tried to fend him off.

Olsen was immensely powerful; her head was turned and rammed in to his fat sweaty stomach, he pushed her so hard she was powerless to move.

As the fat flesh covered her mouth and nose she heard him say, "I told you I'm the fucking master in this house," she could hear him but she couldn't breath.

Her fist's pummeled him but to no avail, she tried to bite but she was held to tight, the fight was going out of her, she could feel the dizziness from lack of oxygen swirling over her. The last thing Trudy remembered was the pain in her lungs as she lapsed in to unconsciousness.

Her head cleared, she was sitting up, she opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurred she was trying to take in what had happed, her hair was over her face, she moved to push it back, but her arms couldn't, a voice made her jump.

She blinked, her blurred vision cleared. Sat, grinning beside her was Olsen, "I didn't think I'd need those cuffs but as they were there," she looked at the way he was holding his hand, something blue was between his thumb and finger.

She stuttered, "I, I eemm."

Olsen, still in his authoritive voice looked at the object, "I bought a bottle off a mate at work, he swears by them, with my Mrs. I've never fancied using them, but with Bobs Mrs., now that's a different ball game, viagra," he put it in his mouth, "He says it takes about half and hour, maybe less, but enough time for you and me to it acquainted."

Trudy struggled to stand; Olsen just sat back and watched her as she made for the door, "You look ridiculous, what do you think you are going to do, you can't get out, if you did you would be stuck in those cuffs until, god knows when and for some-one who can't say anything about how you got like this, your just fucking dumb."

She stood cowering by the door, tears running down her face; Olsen stood and moved towards, "In a hurry to get to the bedroom are we?"

Trudy shook her head, "No, Olsen no."

He towered over her, "To late," his huge hands grabbed the halter top and shredded it from her body, "Fucking hell, I wish my cow had udders like yours, no bra but still sitting up and begging to be milked."

Trudy tried to move but he grabbed her hair and slammed her head back on the door, she groaned in pain. His hand moved, covering her breast, squeezing until her knees buckled, "You want to fight me little lady, I'll love that."

Still holding her hair his hand dropped from her breast as he turned his attention to the buttons on her shorts, one by one he worked his way down, flicking them off as he ground his fist in to her crotch.

With just one hand he easily pulled the shorts down, not bothering doing the same with the white skimpy pants he decided to have more fun ripping them from her body, listening to Trudy squeal as the material dig in to her tender flesh before tearing away.

She stumbled as he dragged her towards the door, the white shorts left on the floor behind her. He dragged her in to his bedroom, grinning as he threw her on the bed, "Recognize this?"

Trudy tried to scramble away, pushing her heels in to the bed, Olsen laughed at the vain attempted.

She pleaded, "No, don't do this," he still carried on laughing, "And what you gona do about it, tell weedy Bob, big Olsen raped you, with what I have to show him, who's he gona believe, his faithful wife or his mate from upstairs," Olsen put on a silly voice, "She screamed rape when I told her I had to tell you what your wife was doing, but just you look at these pictures of the slut you married."

As Olsen laughed Trudy sobbed on the bed, naked, her hands cuffed behind her she knew she was defeated and it was of her own making, she just dissolved in to tears. When she looked up she gave a startled cry, Olsen had his boxers off and his fist held the biggest cock Trudy could have ever imagined.

He walked up to the side of the bed, "Seems like it works, lets just use what you got to see how long it works, I got all day and you ain't goin nowhere."

She almost screamed at him, "No, my god no," but all Olsen did was grab her ankles and drag her down the bed until she was sat on the edge of bed, his hand gripping her hair, her face staring straight at it, "Now lets see how much of it I can stuff in that pretty mouth of yours."

Trudy shouted, "I can't do it, I won't let you."

Olsen took a step back, his hand swung out and a vicious slap stung her left breast, before she had time to react his left hand swung stinging her right, then her left again, She screamed at him to stop.

Olsen grabbed her hair again, "I fucking told you enough times I'm master of this house and your tied up and your body is made for fucking and I'll belt you until I'm fucking it so open your fucking mouth while I use it for all its fucking worth."

Choking as she was crying Trudy opened her mouth, Olsen's hand came back, "Further than that cunt I want to fuck your mouth not prod at it."

She opened her mouth as far as she could and watched as this huge piece of male meat aimed at it.

Her eyes bulged as the head pushed in between her lips, her mouth was stretching as wide as possible but Olsen was still having to push.

Trying not to gag, breath and tongue this monster in her mouth was taking every bit of concentration Trudy could achieve, she had to tickle the thing with her tongue, she feared if she didn't he would ram it further in, the viagra induced rape had him rampant.

As her mouth tried to accommodate the huge cock her eyes looked up in to the lust filled face, he was grinning at her, "What's it like to have a man sized cock in your mouth, don't look to me as though your used to a good fucking, Bob got any meat?"

He laughed and thrust a bit deeper in to her mouth, "I bet if you saw my boys cocks they would be bigger than his, maybe I should let them have some fun with you, a good looking piece of cunt like you would be nice for the boys to practice on."

Trudy hated him and his family, if she told him the boys had already used her he would just laugh and hope she'd given them a good time. With thinking, she had stopped concentrating, she suddenly choked, he pulled out, she saw his cock was still huge and hard.

He helped himself to her hair and shook it, "Listen cunt, you know I'm gona spend the a few hours fucking you, now I can hurt you, I like playing rough with women while I fuck them or I like them to do as their told."

He squeezed her nipples making her squirm, "I'm gona take those cuffs off and your gona sit on this pole and fuck me and that's just for starters, if you don't I'll belt you around, cuff you again and fuck you my way," squeezing her nipple harder he lent forward, "I love to hear them scream."

With her mouth so sore Trudy could only whisper, "Don't hurt me, I'll do anything but please don't hurt me."

Olsen stood, Trudy flinched as his hard cock smacked the side of her mouth; he moved over a picked up the key, "Turn around," she did.

Olsen unlocked the cuffs, put them on the bedside cabinet and quickly grabbed the back of Trudy's hair. He pulled her back on the bed and started to slobber all over her mouth, forcing his tongue inside. He pulled off and grinned at her, "Your mouth taste's nice how about I try the other hole?"

In fear of what he might do Trudy lay on her back with her legs open and let Olsen do what he liked. He got between her legs and started attacking her cunt. First he licked at her, then his thumbs held her lips open while he stuck his tongue up further, then she found her legs over his shoulders as he slavered even further up her.



When he stopped he threw her legs open and rose his huge frame up, "You're wet enough to slide down the pole." Grabbing her arm he yanked her up, in one movement he lay down dragging her on top Trudy could see he was still as hard and still as rigid.

Knowing the alternative Trudy straddled him and slowly, painfully lowered herself on to the rampant pole. It filled her to the point she cried out, Olsen just laughed, "The quicker you get bouncing the quicker your cunt will juice up," he put his hands up and mauled her breast's, "No need to play the faithful wife with me you just enjoy it."

Slowly her body lubricated her, it was so big, never had anything filled her so much or touched to many place's, she humped up and down, humiliation knew no bounds her body had learnt so much in the last few weeks, now a new sensation was filling her.