She slipped her dress off, not looking at him but feeling his eyes raking her. She was wearing a half-slip and wriggled that down over her hips. She had blotted his presence temporarily from her mind and went about undressing as if she were home and getting ready for bed. Subconsciously, she reached up behind her and unfastened her bra, slipping it off, then, her garter belt, smoothing her nylons down over the silky flesh of her legs. Her back was to him and only her panties remained. Why not? If not now, eventually anyway. She bit at her lower lip and rolled them down over her full, rounded hips, straightened… and there he stood, before her!

Karen gasped aloud, the sight of his obese nakedness shattering her mental wall of privacy, his fat, grinning, baby-like face sending the first wave of revulsion surging through her. Her eyes dropped slowly down his gross bulk and locked on the stiff rod of flesh projecting from the black, woolly, hair-covered pelvis beneath the heavy sag of his stomach, its purplish tip wet with the obscene secretion it produced. She gasped again and began shaking her head negatively, her mouth fall open loosely, her lovely eyes widening in a panic that was fast over-whelming her.

Oh, my God! What… what was I thinking of? I can't! I can't! This… this ugly greasy man! I… I…

"I… I can't do it, Mr. Fletcher!" she blurted at him. "I just can't!"

He moved in close to her, his arms encircling her, jerking her body against him and causing his prick to stab between her legs because of their equal height, her erect protruding breasts digging into the flabbiness of his chest as he bent her backwards, his huge belly grinding against the soft, tender flesh of her own.

"Don't be a little fool!" he hissed. "Who the hell are you trying to kid, baby? You've been married and divorced! Don't try to play the virgin act with me. You've been fucked more ways than I can think of!"

"Oh God!" Karen wailed, trying to get her hands between them and push his vile body off of her.