Carl pulled the door shut behind his wife. "I want your ass," he growled. "I want to fuck your asshole." His naked body leaped to her, throwing her to the floor.
"Bastard!" Brenda swung at him, missed but rolled away. "You'll have to take it! Do you think you can?" She jumped on the bed, almost spitting the words at him. "Just try and get it."
Carl was at her in a second, grabbing for her hips. His hand caught the bottom of the suit and it tore away in his hands. "Bitch." He sprang at her, dick up nice and hard, ready for fucking. "God damned whore." He tried to slap her but missed. Brenda lithely darted away, moving beside the dresser. "Cunt!" He thrust one hand for her, got a bit of an arm and yanked her so she sprawled. He tore off the top of her bikini and spun her around on her tail, dragging her toward the bed. "Fucking whore! Slimy cunt!" He hurled her across the bed, grabbing one ankle as she sprawled face down. "I want your ass. Now!" He pulled her feet over the end of the bed.
"Bastard! Son of a bitch." She twisted around on the bed, thrashing, trying to hit him with her fist. "Son of a bitch!" One punch landed on his head, another on his shoulder.
"Shut up." He grabbed the arm and twisted it behind her back, shoving her down to the bed. He got up on top of her, straddling her legs with his knees. From the nightstand, Carl grabbed a pair of handcuffs and clicked them around Brenda's right wrist, wrenching the arm up so she gasped with sharp pain.
Carl yanked the shackled wrist down and got her leg spread with one knee.
"Let me go. Bastard! Let me go!" She clawed at him.
"Hold still!" His hand slapped twice across her butt.
"God damn it!" Brenda shrieked.
"Shut your fucking mouth." His hand hit into the round cheeks savagely, two bright pink spots showing quickly.
"Aaaahhhhh!" She cried out in genuine pain.
Carl forced her arm lower, snapping the other half of the handcuff to her right ankle. "You dumb whore! Sleazy cunt!" He took a firm grip on her other arm.
"Carl, no. No. Please, no. Oh, God."
"Shut up!" He slapped her hard again.
"Carl!" she sobbed.
The man clamped another pair of handcuffs to her wrist, drawing the arm down, fastening it securely to the other side.
"You mother-fucker," she said slowly. Brenda lay on her side, breathing heavily, her right wrist against her right ankle, left wrist to left ankle, the metal cuffs biting into her flesh, tight over the bone.
"I saw you, you fucking bitch. Out there right on the God damned beach. I saw you with your boobs all hanging out. For that dumb shit." He spread her bound legs wide with his anus and wiled the woman to her back. "Now I'm going to fuck your ass. Fuck until you scream." He crawled between her legs, tilting her butt higher. "I'll split you in half. Right up the middle. Break you open with my cock."
"Just try it. Shit eater!" She spit at him.
Carl moved up, rolling Brenda's torso over until her butt was almost straight up in the air.
"Harrraaausshhhhh!" She hissed at him like a cat treed by a bear, her hole clamped tightly against his entry.
Carl held his dick in one hand and dug in against the tight opening. He leaned down, pressing against her and forced his prick to go in.
"ANt!" She screamed as the thick tool tore into her tender flesh. Every inch of the rigid spear plunged right inside.
Carl drove his dick down savagely, ripping at the tunnel. His arms braced beside her head, holding her writhing body still, her bound arms and legs close along his sides. His butt heaved rapidly and he fucked the asshole with all his strength.
"You son of a bitch!" Brenda shrieked at her husband. His dick hammered in, the pain growing as he pumped in, his hips slapping against her buns. "Bastard. Bastard! Mother fucking asshole. Shit head!!!" She tried to get her hands to him to claw his skin.
Carl was like an animal as he fucked. Violent force drove his cock into the passage again and again.
Brenda writhed, her butt in torment from the savage pounding. "Carl! Carl!" She hissed, spitting at him. "Son of a bitch. OH!"
"WHORE!!!" He roared, smashing with his dick into the woman. "Bitch!!!" Carl's prick plunged desperately into the tight tunnel. "CUNT!" His voice was a thick grunt as he began to come.
Vicious blows with his body followed, his muscles strained as he heaved against the battered tail.
Brenda shrieked, real agony alive in her butt, her flesh shredded by the tenific pounding. Her screams filled the room. She felt the steady drives rip through her and howled in pain, Carl's massive drives almost breaking her in half. "No!" she wailed hoarsely. "Nooooooo!"
"Fucking whore!" Carl finished his fucking and pulled away, his body glistening with sweat. "Slit!" He spat on her as she slumped to her side.
"Oh, God, Carl. Oh." She curled into a clumsy heap.
Carl turned sharply and went to the bathroom to wash. When he came back, still with water from his shower clinging to him, he took off her handcuffs and sat on the bed beside her.
"Carl. Oh. You're so strong. Oh. I love a strong man. I love it with you. So strong." She pulled him to her, stretching out on her back, drawing one hand over her firm breast. "SO strong. Such a man. A real man." She kissed him on the mouth. "I love you. I love your strength. Your power. I love you."
Carl cupped his fingers aver her tit and felt the nipple become firm against his palm. His mouth went to the other tit and got that nipple fully firm, the tongue busy around the dark button of flesh. A stirring came into his balls and he kissed down his wife's belly to her crotch. His tongue found the clit and she moaned softly, then louder as he pressed down.
"Carl! Carl!" Sharp flashes of lust sped from her cunt as her husband's tongue moved oyer it. The session in her ass had hurt, but it had also shown her the raw force of the man's lust. "I want you, Carl. Oh, God. I want you. I want your strength. Your cock. Oh, God. I want your cock, Carl. Your big, hard cock. I want it. Oh." Her hips moved up, her legs spread. Brenda moved her pussy below his mouth, slowly making a loose circle, turning slowly enough so his mouth could stay with her. Her hands caressed his back, sensed the power lurking in his body, traced the clean lines of muscles along his arms, across his broad shoulders. Her lust rose steadily, a burning entering her twat as she touched his body, felt his power, sensed the force within him.
"Ohhhhhhh." Brenda sighed deeply, heavily aroused by his hands, his mouth. "Ohhhhh, Carl, Carl. Yes." His tongue touched lightly on her most delicate flesh. His teeth played with her clit and she felt the desire of her body turn her cunt all creamy. "Carl!" Her fingernails raked his back.
Carl's teeth closed firmly in her crotch-hair. He jerked his head up sharply.
"Oww!" Brenda sat up, needles of bright pain across her snatch. "Damn it! That hurt!"
Carl yanked the curly dark hairs from his teeth. "I'm going down to the bar to get a drink." He stood up.
"I'm the man around here. We fuck when I feel like it. Not when you've got a hot pussy." He started to get dressed.
"You… you… you…" She leaped up, standing on the bed. "You slimy prick. You low, dirty son of a bitch!"
"I'll fuck you later, kid. Take it easy." Carl had his pants on and reached for a clean shirt. "I'll give you the kind of fucking you want, but when I feel like it. And not one second before."
"You shit eating mother-fucker." Brenda lit a cigarette and stormed into the bathroom. "Drop dead!" She slammed the door so hard the room shook.
"See you later, honey." Carl pushed his shirt-tails into his pants and left the room.
Dave tucked the blanket tenderly around Marilyn. "You sure you, feel okay, honey?"
"I'll be all right. Just need to get some sleep. I want a nice long nap. Then I'll be fine."
"I'll sit over here. In case you wake up and don't want to be alone."
"No. That's silly. You go… oh, play golf or take a swim. I'll be fine when. I've had some time to rest."
"I'd rather stay here with you."
"No. Go… go down to the bar. It looked nice when we walked by yesterday. Quiet and everything. Have a beer. And stop worrying about me." Marilyn yawned.
"I… well, if you're sure you'll be okay."
"I'll be right here. You go on. Have a nice time. Talk to people. Relax."
"Well… okay. I will. I've got to take this towel back to… what's her name."
"Brenda."
"Yeah. Brenda." He picked up the towel and stood looking down at his wife. "I won't be long."
"Take your time. I'll sleep for a couple of hours."
"Okay." He leaned down and kissed her cheek, then her forehead.
A few steps down the hall and Dave knocked on Brenda's door.
The knock found Brenda sprawled across her bed. A long bath had helped her calm down after Carl left, and she smoked a cigarette as she lay still.
"Who is it?"
"It's me. Dave. From next door. With the towel."
Brenda spread her legs. "Come in. I don't think it's locked."
"Here. Thanks a lot for…" he stopped, about two steps into the room, staring at the naked figure on the bed.
"Just put it on the table, will you, Dave? Over there." She pointed to the far side of the bed.
"I… uh… I, uh… uh, yeah… sure." He kept his eyes down to the floor as he moved to the small table.
"How's Marilyn feeling?"
"Oh, fine. Just fine. She had a long bath and a drink and now she's sleeping."
"That's good for her. Awful shock."
"Yes. Well, I guess I'll just say thank you again and take off." He walked quickly toward the door.
"How about a drink, Dave?"
"Oh, uh… no. No thanks, Brenda. Maybe some other time."
"Would you fix me one, Dave? Please?" She half-way sat up, firm breasts separating nicely.
"Well… I…" Dave tried to keep his eyes off of her body, but had little success.
"Please. Just a little drink. The bottle's right over there." She pointed to the dresser. "With the ice and everything right there. Please?" She smiled right at him, her entire face glowing.
"Well… uli… okay." He went to the dresser. "Thank you. That's awfully nice." Brenda stubbed out her cigarette and lay back.
"You were nice to us. To Marilyn. My wife." He stressed the word wife very heavily.
"You fix one for yourself, Dave. I don't like to drink alone very much."
"I should be getting back to my wife."
"I thought you said she was asleep."
"Well, she is. I just want to be with her. In case she wakes up." Dave took the drink over to Brenda. "Maybe some other time. When your husband's around."
"Oh, him!" She snarled and took a long swallow of her drink. "He's never around, much. Not when I need him." Brenda ran the bottom of the glass down over her snatch. "It helps to cool me off. But not enough. There's only one thing that cools me off enough, Dave. Only one thing." She looked right into his eyes. "A man!"
"Brenda, I… I've got to go. It was nice of you to help my wife so much. Very kind." Dave backed toward the door.
"Not yet. Don't go yet." Brenda stood up. Drink in hand site advanced toward him. "I don't want to drink alone."
"Look, Brenda, I'm a married man. I love my wife. I love her very much."
"She's asleep, Dave. And I'm awake. Awake and alive. Ready for you. Now."
"No." His hand found the doorknob. "Brenda, you are an attractive woman. If you'd come along when I was single, I'd have happed into bed with you in a minute. But I'm married now and that's different. I'm sorry." He opened the door. "Ill see you around." Dave closed the door and went quickly down the hall.
"Men!" Brenda spat the word. "Bastards." She drained her drink and lit a cigarette. "Bastards. Every one of them." She called room service and ordered a new bottle of bourbon and a bucket of ice.
Three short taps on the door. Brenda slid the pillow under her rear end and stretched her thighs apart. "Come in, Tim." She prepared a smile.
"Tim went off duty about half an hour ago. I…" He saw her, naked as the sky. "I'm Bob." He was rattled for about two seconds.
"Oh!" Brenda lost her smile instantly. "Oh, I… I see. Yes." She looked at him. Tall. Very tall. Early twenties, dark curly hair. Nice build, too. "Bob." She smiled.
"Yes." He looked at her steadily, holding the tray with one hand.
"Put it over here, Bob. On the nigbt stand. By the bed."
"Sure thing." He walked casually toward her, a smile curling up one corner of his mouth.
Brenda watched him put down the tray. "I need something else, Bob."
"What is it?" He stood beside the bed, hands at his sides.
"I need a man." She arched her back to shove her breasts at him. "Are you a man, Bob?"
"Yes," he said simply.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes." He said it more loudly, with no hesitation.
"Strip." She lit a cigarette.
"Sure thing." He slipped off his bell-hop's jacket.
Brenda watched as the man undressed. The shoulders were his own, not part of the jacket. The white shirt covered a chest, broad, with swaths of dark hair swirled across both sides, a broad column of hair down the stomach, diving into the top of his pants.
Trim waist. His pants dropped. Nice round butt. The pants came off. Good sturdy legs.
Bob shoved down his shorts. Nice hunk of man-meat dangling in front of some heavy balls.
Bob put one knee on the bed and reached for her breast.
"Do you want some head, Bob? To get started?"
"If you want to, sure." His hand closed over her left tit, the fingers massaging nicely.
Brenda's hand stroked down his flat middle. Firm, solid muscles under the tanned skin. She took the prick in her fingers and bent her head to kiss the sheathed end. Her tongue touched the little slit in the very tip and the flesh started to grow in her hand. Brenda's mouth covered the tool, sucking lightly, her lips moving in a moist caress along the delicate skin, feeling the hardness swell through the shaft. She touched Bob's balls lightly, then swallowed all of his thickening meat and sucked vigorously.
"You do that real nice." Bob's hand stroked down her back and over her cheeks.
The full hard-on filled her mouth. Brenda took it into her throat, pulling skillfully with her lips as her tongue danced along the middle of the long rod.
"Do you want me to eat your pussy?" He groped between her cheeks. "I eat pussy real good."
"Fuck me." Brenda lay back on the bed.
"You called it." He rolled onto her, sliding his dick down to her crotch. His hand guided him into her, moving the organ into Brenda's cunt.
"Ohhhh, yes!" Brenda arched up to his intruding prick. "Fuck me. OHHHHH!" Wild spasms of lust swept through her as the man started to screw.
"Shit, you were sure hot and ready." Bob plunged his tool directly up the center of her sweet tunnel.
"You're good, Bob."
"So are you." He fumbled with her tits.
"Kiss me."
"Right." His tongue slithered into her mouth. Brenda soared, sheer physical desire speeding along her nerves, "Bob, Bob!" Her hands clutched at his ass and he gave her harder thrusts. His prick filled her snatch. Her hands roamed over his back. "Bob." She gasped with delight as he moved up to a steeper angle and humped faster. "Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Yes!" Her body tensed and she bent up, shoving with her hips against his regular drives.
"Hey. You're a bitchin good lay." He moved more strongly, his prick creating bright flashes of sexual happiness along her nerves.
"Ohhhhh. Bob. You're so strong. Oh. Fuck me hard. Oh. I want it. I need it. I need it so bad. Oh! Fuck me!"
Bob stroked rapidly, reaming with a short twist of his hips at the end of each stroke.
"Yes. Like that. Fuck me, Bob. Yes!" Her body tensed, clearing the bed as his arms gripped around her thighs. "Bob. Oh, God. Yes. Yes!" Lust blossomed, a glowing rush of heat filling her crotch, her whole torso. "Don't stop. Oh, Bob. Don't stop. God, don't stop. Fuck me!"
"You like it, huh?" He grinned down at her and let her feel more sharp jabs with his stiff prick.
"Oh. God. Shit. Fuck me. Fuck! Hard! Hard!" The climax roared through her, long waves of sheer passion springing from her clit. Her pussy boiled with desire as the man's prick plunged all the way in. "Ohh!!" She cried out at the wild beauty he created inside her. "Bob!! Ooohhhh!!"
Bob kept his dick going until she slowed her frantic movements. "Did you come?" He knew she had.
"Yes," she sighed happily. "Oh, Bob. You'r so good." She caressed his chest.
"So are you, honey…" His tool slithered around as he got into a better position. "Bitchin pussy." He screwed with new vigor, holding her legs close to his sides, her feet way up beyond his back. "Great body. Real tits. And one hell of a cunt." The full length of his rod moved in and out as he took greater enjoyment with the woman. "God damn. Yes. Fucking great piece of ass." He shoved into her with all his strength. "Shit. Oh. God damn. Son of a bitch. That is so fucking hot."
"Christ. Son of a bitch." Bob tore in with his prick, his balls ready to burst. He moved only for himself now. "God damn, yes! Son of a bitch. Oh, damn. Yeah. Oh, shit, yes. Yes." His tool sliced into the hot snatch. Desire crested in his nuts and Bob felt the rush of climax blast from his rocks. Cum streamed out. His head dipped and he fucked right into a flaming orgasm.
"Arh! Arh! Arh!!" Bob grunted as the last moments of his passion made a few slower strokes to take the final moments of enjoyment, then pulled his dick out of her pussy and lowered the woman's legs to the bed.
"You're good." He bent and kissed one breast. "One hell of a great piece of ass." Bob got off the bed, standing beside it.
"You're good, too, Bob. Damn good." She propped herself on one elbow. "No nonsense, just jump on, screw and jump off."
"That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" Bob pulled up his shorts and tucked his moist prick inside.
"Yeah. That's what I wanted." Brenda lit a cigarette.
Bob started to put on his shirt, his eyes enjoying the sight of her darkly tanned form. "I'm off duty at eleven, if you want to spend some more time in bed."
"That's okay. I'll just car room service and see what shows up. I was kind of expecting Tim today."
"Tim's a nice kid. But just a kid." He pulled on his pants. "I think a man is what you really need, not a boy."
"Maybe so. You sure rifled the bill, Bob."
"Thanks." He zipped up his fly slowly. He stood on one foot, then the other, to get into his socks and shoes. "I meant what I said. You're a damn good fuck."
"So are you." She got up and fixed herself a drink.
"Oh, by the way, you have to sign for the bottle. Tab's right there on the tray."
"Sure." Brenda signed, adding a ten dollar tip for the waiter. "Here." She handed the chit to Bob. "I'd have made the tip more, but my husband might notice."
"That's okay. Anytime. My pleasure." Bob went to the door. "Oh, hey. What's your name, anyway?"
"Brenda." She smiled at him warmly.
"See you around, Brenda." He returned the smile and left.
Brenda took a small sip of her drink. She leaned back against the wall, very contented. She had come. Come all the way. No toys, no ropes or chains. Just a man; plain bare-assed-naked fucking. That's what got her off. A man, a man who didn't even know her name. A stranger had made her come.
Now if she could only find some way to get the same kind of satisfaction from her husband.