His doctor had told him that his problem was psychological, and that if he could ever completely put his ex-wife out of his mind, the problem would most likely disappear.

He did have reason to hope that this would be one of his better nights. The new girl that he had picked up at the clubhouse was very young and very beautiful. He had taken her to a party, where they had fun dancing and flirting with each other. Best of all, she seemed to be really horny tonight, and she was doing her best to turn him on.

After the party, they had gone to her apartment for drinks. They were sitting close together in the middle of her large couch. She suddenly put her drink down and stood up, stretching her arms up high over her head and thrusting her chest out. She was wearing a very short, body-hugging red sheath dress.

She stood there with her arms stretched over her head, the hem of her dress was pulled high up her thighs, so high that her panties were nearly exposed to view. Her breasts were pushing out so hard that her erect nipples were clearly visible, even through the lacy black bra that she was wearing. Her long, shapely legs were covered, but not concealed, by sheer black stockings.

"Ahhhh!" she sighed. "That's nice. I really had fun at the party. But it's good to be home, where we can really relax and enjoy each other's company." She held her pose for several seconds, then reached down and picked up a remote. "I think I'll put on some soft dance music. Okay?"

His face revealed his displeasure at her suggestion. With sudden unexpected anger in his voice, he replied, "What's the point? We already did that! I'm not about to dance any more!"

"Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "I wasn't suggesting that you should dance any more with me. You just sit there and relax. And make yourself comfortable. I know you like your imported shoes, I like them too, but wouldn't you be more comfortable if you slipped them off?"

She had removed her own shoes as soon as they had entered her apartment. "You could slip off your coat and tie. In fact... (The hint of a mischievous smile appeared at the corners of her beautiful lips) there's no need to keep wearing anything really."

She blushed briefly at the sheer naughtiness of her suggestion. She was not usually as forward as this, but tonight she was feeling especially sexually adventurous.

Her explanation seemed to calm him down, so she pushed a couple of buttons on the remote and her CD player started softly playing some slow, sensual dance music. She walked to the front of the CD player and leaned against it. Then she closed her eyes, put her head back, and pulled a pin from her hair. Her golden tresses tumbled past her shoulders to the middle of her back.

After a moment she sat down, facing him, on a large chair that was beside the CD player. She pulled her knees up and rocked back in the chair, thrusting her crotch out, and placed her heels on the front edge of the chair cushion. He gasped as her movements pulled her dress up and exposed her crotch to him. She was wearing black silk bikini panties and a matching garter belt that was holding up her stockings.

She smiled at him as he openly stared up her dress. He licked his lips and imagined the sweetness that was now concealed by so very little. She unfastened the clips holding the tops of her stockings and slowly, slo-o-w-w- w-l-y, rolled the stockings down her legs. She caressed her naked flesh with her hands as her thighs and calves were uncovered. When both her legs were bare, she dropped the stockings on the floor and stood up.

She was feeling the low, throbbing music deeply now, and she started to sway gracefully back and forth to the beat. She danced slowly toward him until she was dancing back and forthright in front of the couch. She danced sensually for several minutes, her movements becoming more and more exaggerated. Her dress clung tantalizingly to her body, showing off her perfect curves, and she moved her hands up and down, caressing herself through her red dress. She moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them, then moaned from the pleasure that it gave her.

Her dance was having the intended effect on them both. Whenever she brushed a hand over one of her erect nipples, it felt like little electric sparks shot through the whole breast. Her cunt was making so much juice the crotch of her panties was barely able to hold it all. Her dance had his cock as hard as it had ever recently been. He was almost panting as he watched her dance and caress herself.

He watched the hem of her dress as her movements pulled it higher and higher up her legs. He wanted to catch the exact moment that her panties would be revealed to his stare again. Suddenly, she stopped dancing. She leaned slightly forward, toward him, pulled her dress up in the back, and reached under it. She quickly slid her panties down her legs and pulled them off.

"OH MY GOD!" he groaned when her panties hit the floor and he detected the faint, sweet odor of her excitement. He started to unbutton his shirt, but she put her hand over his and shook her head no, so he stopped. They were both nearly panting as she resumed her dancing and he resumed his staring.

The music was getting faster now, and so was her dancing. Gradually, keeping with the music, her movements became frantic. Her long, blonde hair was flying and her dress was pulled high. He could see the gentle curves where her legs met her ass cheeks, and the blonde curls that framed her cunt. "OH, MY GOD!" he groaned again, louder.

The music suddenly reached an intense climax and then stopped completely. She dropped to one knee when the music stopped, and bowed her head slightly. She was panting for breath now, trying to recover from her exertion. After a few moments of rest, she stood up and looked at him with lust-filled eyes. She slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. It was too tight to fall on its own, but with a couple of gentle tugs on each side, it slipped down her body and fell to the floor.

He gasped and swallowed hard as her incredible body was fully revealed to him. She was now wearing only a thin, lacy black bra and her black silk garter belt. Her full breasts and beckoning nipples seemed to be begging for his hands and mouth to engulf them. Farther down, her slender waist and firm belly gave way to beautifully rounded hips, and to a high, firm ass. For a moment, he truly realized how very lucky he was, that she had chosen to take him to her apartment for sex.

She took his hands in hers and indicated that he should stand. She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it wide open. Since in his youth he had been a professional athlete, she was a little surprised to see that, like so many men his age, he had "love handles" and a middle age paunch. But it didn't bother her.

In fact, she might have been a little relieved that he wasn't the "male god" that he had sometimes been made out to be. She pressed her hot, wet tongue against his chest. She licked slowly down to his navel, and then back up to the base of his neck.

He moaned when she sucked one of his dark nipples into her mouth. Then she peeled the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Meeting his lust-filled gaze with her own, she unfastened his belt and let his pants drop. He trembled and moaned softly when she pressed her hand over his dick and balls.

She slipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them off. For a few moments, with him wearing only his socks and with her wearing only her bra and garter belt, they simply looked at each other.

An observer would have been struck by the contrasts between them. She, with her pale skin and youthful beauty, her cunt pouring out sweet honey in anticipation of passionate, exuberant sex. He, with his dark skin and middle age sags, his cock seemingly little more than half hard, just hoping that he would be able to take advantage of this young woman's willingness to let him fuck her.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered hopefully.

"No, honey," she replied as she removed her bra and garter. "Let's just use the couch instead."

He shuddered as a haunting memory of his ex-wife suddenly filled his mind. She smiled, thinking that his shudder was just a sign of his passion. She lay down onto the couch on her back, then she took his hands and pulled him over her. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face down to her left tit.

He started to lick her left nipple. She was a little surprised, and more than a little disappointed, by the way he was doing it. All of the men that she had fucked before had devoured both of her succulent titties with considerable enthusiasm. They had licked, and slurped, and sucked, until it had them both writhing against each other in pleasure. But he wasn't doing it that way. He didn't seem to be enthusiastic about it at all.

He licked and sucked a little, but his actions seemed to be purely mechanical, almost cold. It was in sharp contrast to his seeming excitement while he watched her dance. She started to rapidly lose her own sexual heat, and to think that maybe it had just been a mistake to bring him to her apartment. She decided that maybe it would just be best to let him finish as soon as possible and write it off as one of those disappointing nights.

She reached down between their bodies and grasped his sort-of-stiff dick. "Too bad," she thought sadly. "Even his cock doesn't match the myth. He's even smaller than most of the white cocks I've seen." She guided the head of his cock to her rapidly drying pussy. He pressed his hips forward and his dick slid almost unnoticed into her. She barely felt it.

His eyes were closed and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn't seem to notice at all that she had lost her enthusiasm for this. He began to pump his hips back and forth, and for a few moments his cock slid in and out, in and out. Soon, he clenched his teeth and cam. Well, sort of cam. He didn't really shoot anything. It just sort of leaked out.

After he was finished, he lowered the full weight of his body onto her.

Still keeping his eyes tightly closed, he whispered "Oh, Nicole... Nicole. I knew that finally you'd fuck me again."

She kissed his cheek and hugged him gently, then whispered back "Sorry, honey I'm not Nicole. But I hope I'll do."

He jerked upright, sitting across her waist. He was suddenly filled with anger. "Smart assed slut!" he screamed. "Damn right you're not Nicole!" Then he slapped her hard. He started to beat her savagely, alternately slapping and punching. She was totally unprepared for his sudden, merciless attack.

At first, she couldn't even try to defend herself. But after the first few blows had already landed, she raised her arms and tried to shield her face from his blows. It did no good. He simply punched through her defenses, or punched lower, landing a very hard blow to her throat. He even punched hard onto her left breast.

Her face was red and swelling rapidly. Her left eye was blood red, and the skin around it was turning a deep purple. Then he slapped her left cheek again, and his ring cut a deep gash into her flesh. Her blood spurted out across her chest and onto the couch.

He stopped beating her for a moment when he saw her blood. But he was still sitting on top of her and glaring down angrily at her. She was stunned by his sudden, violent attack. Too stunned to even cry.

In a dry, emotionless whisper, she said, "Oh, my god... you really did it... Her poor children." That set him off again. He slapped her and punched her repeatedly. "Why... why?" she groaned between his blows.

He didn't offer an answer. Maybe he didn't really know why himself. His first slap was almost just a savage reflex to his anger when she innocently admitted that she was not his ex-wife. But he was beating her now just because he liked doing it.

He enjoyed the feel of his fist smashing hard against the soft skin on a woman's face. He enjoyed hearing the *smack* and the *crunch* as his blows landed. Most of all, he enjoyed hearing the painful groans of the women he beat. And, whenever he beat any woman, he always hoped that there would be blood.

Her upper lip was suddenly split wide open and her blood spurted out again. The sight of more of her blood made him stop beating her again. She was quietly sobbing now and pleading with him not to kill her too.

He finally spoke. "Listen, bitch," he said in a low, menacing voice. "You chose to bring me here and fuck me. I didn't make you do that, you did it on your own. But now that you've done it, I fucking OWN you." He actually snarled to emphasize his point.

He continued in an emotionless, but absolutely commanding tone of voice. "You will always make yourself available to me. You will keep yourself fit and attractive for me. You will wear clothes, and use makeup, only as I tell you to."

She couldn't believe what he was saying. But she didn't dare to object to anything he said. "You will fuck me whenever, and wherever, I say. The only other men that you will fuck are the ones that I tell you to fuck." He paused for a moment, and then said, "I'll explain the rest of it to you later. You know, of course, that you won't be able to get any help from the L.A.P.D. They learned enough from the first time to just leave me alone now."

He stood and looked down at her. "I'm going to clean up and go out for a while. After I've gone, you clean yourself up and get yourself ready for my return. And get rid of this fucking couch before I come back."

He started to walk away, but then turned back for a moment. Blood still flowed from both her cheek and her lip, and both her eyes were swollen nearly shut. "Think you're bleeding now, bitch?" he asked cruelly. "I could tell you about some real bleeding..." Then he turned away and went into her bathroom.

As she heard him washing and dressing himself, she sobbed bitterly. She thought, "What have I done to deserve this? How the fuck did I get myself into this mess, anyway? What about some justice for me... and for poor Nicole?"

Even though clotting had started to slow the flow of blood, it still oozed from the wounds on her cheek and lip. Her swollen face hurt like hell, and she could barely see. How the shit was she supposed to get ready for more of this?

Then she heard the door close as he left. And she was glad...

The End