Barb Tries to Run

Mrs. Jonssen relaxed and just as I loosened my grip on her she wiggled free and bolted to the door. Although she was a fit 30 year old housewife who obviously visited the gym often, she was no match for me. Barb managed to make just a few steps before I tackled her to the floor. I pinned her arms behind her back with one hand and grabbed her by the scarlet hair with the other.

“You are not going anywhere before I’ve had my fun, Barb.” I hissed with steely calmness in her ear.

“Please let me go and I won’t tell anybody.” She pleaded pitifully. Her body was squirming helplessly beneath me which only made my dick grow harder. I grinded it into her nice bubble butt which only made her whimper half ion fright and half in lust. A mischievous thought came into my head. I let go of her red locks.

“I’ll tell you what Barb, I’m going to reach down between your legs and feel your slutty cunt.” She gasped and intensified her futile struggles. “If you are dry like the terrified house wife you pretend to be I’ll let you go and we’ll forget everything.” My hand slowly slid down her hourglass figure squeezing her plump ass on the way until it reached the hem of her thin dress. “But if you are as wet as the frustrated little slut I think you are I will use your ripe white body for what it was intended – to bring pleasure to any man who knows how to use it.” I flipped her dress and yanked her panties out of the way. My strong fingers plunged between her cunt-lips. She was not just wet, she was absolutely soaked. I scooped some of her honey and smeared it across her panting lips. Barb turned away trying he hide her humiliation. With a satisfied smirk I pulled her up and marched her towards the living room couch.