"Stop that, you bastard!" she panted as he tried to spread her legs.

When his superior strength forced her thighs apart, he worked his strong body between her legs, pushing the head of his cock up against her cold dry pussy.

"You dirty sonovabitch!" she shrieked at him. "I'll kill you if you try and stick that filthy thing in me."

He was just arching his hips up to drill his prick into her when the woman suddenly slammed her knee up against his lust-swollen balls.

"Uuuuugh!" he roared, rolling onto his back and clutching his groin.

As Martin writhed around on the bed, Anne locked herself in her bathroom where she stayed until he had left for his store. Driving to work, Martin's aroused cock was still writhing in his pants. Driving into the store's parking lot, Martin was the first to arrive as usual, and would undoubtedly be the last to leave.

Martin had always seemed more married to the store than he was to Anne. It had started as a small hardware store a dozen years ago and was now the largest and most prosperous department store in town. Working twenty hours a day, he'd built the business up beyond anyone's wildest expectations, and was still planning sweeping expansions for the near future.

Being a workaholic, he not only worked in his office, but was all over the store, seeing that all of his orders were being carried out. After his early morning meeting with his department heads, Martin was still thinking about his wife's behavior in bed this morning as he hurried downstairs to check a new shipment of dolls that had arrived late yesterday.

Entering the storerooms where the crates had been opened, he saw a redheaded girl who was on a ladder, putting the dolls on shelves.

"Hello," he smiled up at her. "Are you new here?"

"Yes, Mr. Gage," she smiled down nervously from the ladder. "My name's Gail Haskell, and I've been working here for three days."

"Are you satisfied with your job?" he asked as the girl came down the ladder to get another armful of dolls.