"I'm Brad," the man finally said, giving her a smile, although his eyes remained cool, detached. "My wife Nancy isn't here right now. If you'd like to come back later…"

Oh God, that's perfect, Sharon thought. My husband gone and your wife gone! And the way I feel right now, it could be over in just a few seconds!

Her eyes dropped to the area of his crotch. Immediately, she felt her throat constrict with hunger. Just a few inches away. If I just reached out like this and touched him.

"OK, baby," the man said, jerking her by the arm. He pulled her inside and threw her to her knees. While she crouched there in surprise, she saw him quickly flop his half-hard cock out of his cut-offs. "Get after it!" He pushed the head of his prick against her slightly parted lips.

When the silky flesh of his cockhead brushed her lips, Sharon felt as if a jolt of electricity had shot down her spine. She didn't know exactly what she expected, but certainly not this!

"Don't," she said weakly, trying to move away. She still felt dizzy, giddy. "I… I don't know why I came over."

"Don't get cute with me, bitch," Brad said. "You've been looking at me like you could eat me alive, so fucking do it."

Sharon didn't know what to make of things. In a way, she wanted to suck his cock, but it wasn't happening like it had in her fantasies. This was so cold, so animal-like. She felt anger and humiliation surge in her mind.

She tried to lift herself to her feet, but he caught her against the side of the face with his right foot. When she sprawled across the carpet, hitting her head against the corner of the coffee table, she felt cold terror replace her anger.

She didn't know anything about this man. Not one thing! Why, for all she knew, he could be a criminal, a murderer, or anything. Gathering her wits, she started crawling toward the door.

"Oh, no you don't," the man said, kicking her again.