19. The Line #2
Karl didn’t let her escape the extreme sensation for even a second. He worked deep inside her, making her feel his foreign hand with every muscle, making her feel how greedily her own body held it inside.
Every time he rotated his wrist within her, Nadja’s lower belly clenched violently. The raw pleasure came with such brutal stretching, so cruelly intense, that fat tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
“Legs all the way apart,” Karl ordered.
Nadja hesitated for exactly one breath. Then she obeyed. So quickly that the damned eagerness itself humiliated her.
Her hands slipped unsteadily from the sheet, moved downward, and grabbed her own calves. She pulled her bare legs toward her chest and opened herself as wide as she could, displaying her pussy directly beneath his gaze.
She held herself open willingly, placing her body in the most humiliating position on her own marital bed.
Karl stared at her, his old face completely distorted with raw greed.
“Exactly like that,” he breathed heavily. “Spread yourself wide. Let me watch your pussy fuck my hand.”
Nadja sobbed into a moan.
Karl pushed deeper. His thick wrist was now almost completely buried between her legs. The fingers inside her were gathered like a fist, his palm pressing firmly against her walls, his thumb working in small, vicious motions.
She felt brutally stretched. Held open. Filled in a perverse way that had absolutely nothing to do with the harmless vanilla sex Markus had ever had with her.
“Look at yourself,” Karl said in a rough, mocking voice. “Markus’s respectable wife lying here with her legs wide open on the marital bed, letting a disgusting old man fuck her pussy with his whole hand.”
Nadja sobbed, her head tossing wildly back and forth on the pillow. “Shut your mouth…” But her hips thrust pleadingly upward toward him. One tiny, jerking movement. Then another.
Karl let out a low, filthy laugh, his hot breath washing over her wet stomach. “And the slut’s even fucking back.”
He worked brutally deeper. “You horny breeding sow.”
Nadja moaned louder and louder. There was absolutely nothing left of her cold, arrogant voice. The sound was raw. Broken. Completely naked.
As though Karl’s working hand had pulled the very last trace of shame and decency out of her and tossed it carelessly onto the white sheet.
Then Karl abruptly pulled his hand out. Without giving her even a second of rest. Without giving her time to understand why that brutal, extreme fullness had suddenly vanished.
His fist slid out of her with an incredibly loud, wet smack.
Nadja lay there, her legs still held wide apart by her own hands, her chest heaving violently.
Her swollen red pussy twitched in the empty air, feeling so brutally empty that her lower belly cramped from the loss.
She had been stretched to the absolute edge of pain. Filled until she could barely endure it.
And yet what remained after his hand was gone was not relief. It was a boiling emptiness that immediately demanded to be filled again.
Nadja’s eyes flew open, her breathing completely shattered. She had no time to close her legs. No time to recover even a shred of composure.
Karl raised his gleaming wet hand directly in front of her face. The rough fingers trembled faintly in the air, soaking wet and dripping with her own scent.
“Suck them clean.” Karl’s voice was extremely low. Short. An ice-cold command.
Nadja nearly choked on her breath.
The sharp, musky smell of her own wetness hit her insistently even before the disgusting fingers touched her lips. Her own scent. The scent of what he had just touched deep inside her, brutally stretched open, held wide beneath his old hand.
Nadja’s throat went dust-dry. “No…” The protest was far too weak.
Karl was already pressing the wet fingers roughly against her lips.
Nadja reflexively opened her mouth. The rough, slippery fingers immediately pushed deep inside. She moaned in a muffled choke. Her own wet taste spread intensely across her tongue— salty, warm, thick.
Karl’s bony joints scraped roughly over her lips and pressed dominantly against her tongue, forcing her jaw farther open. The hand that had just brutally fucked her pussy was now deep in her mouth, forcing her to taste all the perverse shame her body had poured out in abundance.
Karl leaned threateningly over her. “That’s it,” he said hoarsely. “Suck.”
Nadja closed her eyes in torment.
At first, it was only endurance. Only the desperate effort to breathe through her nose. Only letting those fingers stay in her mouth without vomiting from shame.
Then her tongue began moving on its own. Completely unconsciously.
It slid greedily over the wet joints, licking between them, sucking the slick fluid from his skin. Her lips closed tightly around Karl’s fingers. Her cheeks drew inward slightly.
A deep, broken, profoundly humiliating moan vibrated in her throat.
Karl stood frozen for a moment. Then one corner of his mouth rose into a vicious grimace.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Suck them like you’d suck the cock that just fucked your pussy.”
Nadja’s eyes flew open in shock. But her mouth didn’t release him for even a second.
She kept sucking obediently. Kept licking. Letting the rough fingers slide wetly in and out between her lips in such a filthy, vulgar rhythm that it was as though her body had truly confused that old hand with the cock that had just made her come hard.
Her legs remained spread wide and humiliatingly open before him. The wet slit between them continued twitching pleadingly in the empty air.
Karl slowly pulled his fingers from her mouth.
A thick, stringy thread of saliva stretched disgustingly between Nadja’s lips and his fingertips, then broke and fell sticky across her chin.
Nadja breathed extremely hard.
Karl looked down at her contemptuously for another long moment.
Then he bent down without a word and provocatively wiped the remaining wetness from his hand through the cleft of her ass. From the twitching wet opening in front, through the soft groove between her ass cheeks, all the way to the tight, firmly closed asshole behind it.
“Karl…” This time, her voice was no longer sharp at all. It was rough. Trembling. Almost whimpering. Almost pleading.
Karl didn’t answer. He simply placed the thick red head of his cock mercilessly against her asshole.
Nadja’s entire body froze instantly. Karl began to push brutally.
The thick tip pressed relentlessly against the tight sphincter. Nadja’s body resisted instinctively at once, clenching so hard that even Karl’s old face twisted and a strangled hiss escaped him.
But he didn’t retreat a single millimeter. He simply maintained the hard pressure, forcing her to feel that thick, rigid thing trying to enter a place where it absolutely was not supposed to go.
Her hands clenched even more tightly around her calves, pulling her legs so wide that her joints nearly hurt.
Her eyes were wide with panic. Her mouth too. Her breathing became a series of short, panicked little sobs.
Karl leaned down and looked deeply into her eyes. His hips remained relentlessly still against her.
She whispered, completely broken: “Keep going.”
He pushed with full force. The thick head brutally forced past the tightest point.
Nadja opened her mouth in a silent scream, her entire body jerking as though shocked by electricity.
The sharp, tearing pain broke open into an extremely deep, cruel pressure that dragged violently from behind into her lower belly and mixed grotesquely with the wet aftershocks in her pussy, still twitching with arousal from his hand.
Karl drove a little farther inside. Then farther still.
Nadja panted sharply, both hands locked around her calves, her bare thighs unconsciously spreading even wider.
She felt herself being brutally taken inch by inch, just like her morality, being scraped away layer by layer without mercy. Every millimeter he forced into her ass felt like a filthy confession she absolutely refused to say aloud.
She had let him in there once before. And now she was letting the bastard do it again. On her own marital bed. Directly beneath the wedding photograph of her and Markus.
Karl moaned loudly and hoarsely as his thick shaft finally slipped completely through the tightest point.
He pushed relentlessly deeper, slowly, until almost the full length of his old cock was buried inside her ass.
Nadja let out a small, whimpering sob. Her throat was tight, her eyes wide from the extreme sensation of being far too full.
It was completely different from when he fucked her pussy. Not soft. Not wet. Not pleasurable in the way vaginal sex was pleasurable.
It hurt brutally. It was much tighter. Crueler. Darker.
With every smallest thrust from Karl, she had the panicked sensation that her body instinctively wanted to bear down and force the huge foreign thing back out of her ass.
But she was completely helpless beneath him.
And it was precisely that absolute, humiliating helplessness that made the pleasure so unbelievably dark. And so impossibly shameful.