DID1260 JC's Ex
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JC swore to herself as she approached the house she used to share with her ex-husband Billy. She had gone there to retrieve a pair of boots and the remainder of her belongings that she had forgotten to pack while moving out a few weeks back. She had no desire to see Billy again - not even for a second. She hated him with him a passion - rated him a loser and an asshole. But Billy still lived in the house and had the only key, even though it was JC who actually owned the place. The moment Billy opened the door to her, she gave him a contemptuous look and told him to get out her way. The next thing Billy knew, JC had brushed past him into the house, and headed for her former office. Taken aback by his ex-wife's abrupt arrival, Billy followed after her, demanding an explanation. But JC was interested only in finding her boots. When Billy tried to speak to her, she either ignored him or insulted him. To JC, Billy may as well have been toxic. She felt incredibly bitter that he had gotten such a good deal in their divorce settlement. Here he was living in the house she had paid for, despite his never having held down a decent job. To make matters worse, he had allowed his new girlfriend to move in. JC did not feel a shred of jealousy about that, but she certainly hated the way her house was being used. As for the boots, she now found them in one of the draws in the office. But there was a problem. Someone else had worn and scuffed them. Furiously she turned on Billy. Shrugging, he admitted that his new girlfriend had put them on when she had dressed up for some bondage-sex with him. For JC, this gave her all the more reason to hate Billy and view him as little more than a piece of dirt. More insults and angry words - unpleasant reminders of their marital strife - passed from her twisting lips as she glared at him. Billy felt his patience strained. His ex-wife was being a monumental bitch. Having learned about rough sex recently, it occurred to him that he could subject JC to some of it. Teach her a lesson. Humble her. Certainly he found it very tempting - what with seeing her from behind as she bent over to examine her boots in the light. JC had sexy long legs and a tight butt that could be made out very pleasantly underneath the short tight fabric of her skirt. In spite of her attitude towards him, Billy had always found her a hot fuck. For a moment, however, he declined to act out his desires, and instead tried to get rid of his ex-wife by suggesting she should leave now that she had found her boots. But he underestimated just how difficult his wife was prepared to be. Upon her declaring that she would go whenever the hell she chose to, upon her insulting him several more times, Billy finally sXXXXped and threw himself upon her. In an instant, he had trapped JC in his arms (one hand clamping over her mouth) and thrust her down on a sofa. The startled woman yelped and struggled, but could not shake Billy off. When she managed to slap him across the face, Billy gripped her throat savagely. All of a sudden his ex wife's eyes rolled upward to show their whites. Then her body went XXXX. XXXX had come to her. On waking up some time later, JC found herself stripped down to her panties and shoes, cleave-gagged and bound at the ankles. Both her arms were stretched out at her sides and tied by each wrist to a corner of the sofa. Billy was looking down at her with a menacing grin. The next thing JC knew, her ex-husband was manhandling her, using her as a sex-toy. Her gag removed, she cursed him and told him do whatever he wanted. The sooner Billy had finished his twisted act, the sooner she could be away from him, the better. What then followed for JC was a horrible episode of abuse. First she had to endure Billy pawing her body, stroking the bare flesh of her breasts and legs. Then he gripped her head by the hair and XXXX his cock deep into her mouth. Against her will, groaning, resisting in vain, JC had to suck it over and over, often to the point of choking. Once Billy straddled her chest and spanked his hard meat against her face. Then JC had to suck him off all over again until he turned his attention to her pussy. A yank of her panties, and they came off with a rip. All JC's former show of strength and attitude disappeared as her ex-husband lifted her legs up to his shoulders and aggressively fucked down into her helpless pussy while she lay on her back writhing and moaning. Later, he pushed her onto her shoulders and pressed her knees back until they almost touched them. In that position, Billy pile-drove his cock into his ex-wife, getting all the deep, brutal penetration that he desired. JC reeled from the fucking, but received no let up from it. Again Billy took her on her back. Then he turned her on her side. Long pent-up anger at his wife was manifesting itself in his harsh and tireless cock-thrusts into her. Toward the end of JC's traumatic ordeal, she suffered a tremendous doggy-style ravishing. Billy dominated her completely, slam-fucking her for all he was worth, pulling on her hair as if it were reins. JC's gag had been replaced, but her moans of distress- containing a curious hint of arousal - filled the room. Finally, after yet another ravishing on her back, she had to take a load of Billy's creamy cum all over her face. In the aftermath, weeping and trembling as she was, JC was unrecognizable from the strident, no-nonsense woman who had brushed her ex-husband aside upon entering the house earlier that day. Life was not fair. It seemed that, one way of another, she was forever getting fucked by her no-good bastard of an ex-husband.