Not only was Brad Renfield an extremely talented actor, he was, indeed, good looking, just as Jennifer had said.
Tammy was backstage, along with several other admirers. She watched from the door as his fans eagerly approached him for autographs and advice. She chose not to wade through the throng, but to look on from a distance. He shot her a quick anile, and from his expression Tammy knew he was all male.
He was well over six feet tall, all muscle and sinuous angles. His hair was jet-black, framing a rugged, tanned face. His eyes were wickedly green, and any woman would have killed to have his lashes. His smile was easy and free, his mouth sensitive and wile.
She lowered her gaze to his chest, taking in the perfectly symmetrical beauty of his body. Her eyes dropped to his crotch, which was thick and full, the outline of his cock against the inside of his thigh.
He stepped away from his fans and approached Tammy.
"You know, I've been looked at by a lot of people in my day, but never the way you just did," he whispered.
"What do you mean?" Tammy asked casually, although her heart was pounding furiously. He was even more handsome up close.
He looked at her for a few seconds and then said slowly, giving her a penetrating gaze, "It was like you were stalking prey."
"Perhaps I am," Tammy said quietly.
He laughed then. "You've come to tame the lion?"
"Exactly," Tammy said with a nod.
"You'd better watch out," he said. "Sometimes the lion eats the tamer!"
"I'm counting on that!" Tammy said, her heart beating even faster. She looked cool as a cucumber, but inside she was terrified.
He gave her a dark look and said with a soft, mellow voice, "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Right again," Tammy said.
"Lions can bite, you know," he said, his forefinger touching the tip of her chin.
His touch caused a marvelous ripple of pleasure to throb into Tammy's pussy, but she maintained her control. She looked at him evenly.
"I'll have you purring like a kitten before the night is over," she said.
"Even kittens have claws," he said, puffing her close.
"I'll try to remember that," she said. "Now let's get the hell out of here."
"My goodness," he said in mock surprise. "The lady talks like she's got a whip in her hand!"
They walked from the dressing room and out of the theater, each silently sizing the other up. Tammy's mind was running a mile a second, wondering why she had been so brazen, so Goddamned bold! She certainly wasn't the same girl she was a couple of weeks ago. She thought, if this keeps up, I'll probably just skip the small talk and rape people in parks! The thought made her chuckle.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Just wait," she said, "you'll find out."
They lay on the large brass bed, their naked flesh molding together in a warm, sensuous embrace.
"God, your body is nice!" Brad said, stroking his hands over the rich contours of her hips and thighs. "So tight and delicious!"
"On your back," Tammy whispered, rolling him over. "Stretch your arms and legs out."
She gave a quick glance around the room and got off the bed. She opened his closet door and removed four ties from a hanger.
"What are you going to do with those?" he asked. "They're some of my best ties!"
"Shut up," Tammy said sweetly. "You'll see."
She knelt at the foot of the bed and grabbed his left ankle, placing it next to the brass rod of the footboard. She wrapped the tie around his foot and the rod, pulling it together in a strong knot.
Quickly, and over his objections, she repeated the same action with the other foot.
"Now your hands," she said, taking his right and tying it to the headboard.
"Oh God," Brad said with a chuckle, "this is beginning to look like a bad movie."
"Just wait," Tammy said. "I might cop an Oscar before the night's over."
She crawled on the bed and knelt between his legs and touched his stiff, thick cock.
"This is nice," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "So big and nice!"
"Suck it," he said, his body quivering under her gentle touch. "Suck it!"
"I might," Tammy said, arching one eyebrow. "I just might."
She lowered her face slowly, feasting her eyes on the large, purplish cockhead as it glistened with hard, throbbing power.
"Ummmmm!" she groaned, flickering her tongue out and touching his shaft wetly.
Brad flinched with pleasure as she began running her tiny, pink tongue up and down the underside of his prick, her lips occasionally kissing the swollen vein that throbbed against her teeth.
"Come on, suck it!" he said, his voice now less cocky and more pleading. "Please!"
"When I'm ready," Tammy whispered, as she pulled his foreskin back with her teeth.
She ran her tongue under his cockhead, licking and sucking the flavor of dried piss and cum into her mouth. She took a quick gasp of air, her nose savoring the acrid, heady aroma of his crotch hair. Her pussy began to throb and vibrate, and she wanted nothing more than to straddle his middle and ram that delicious cock deeply into her cunt, but she maintained control.
She cupped his enormous wiry balls and squeezed them as she pulled them upwards, rolling them around on the sides of his cockshaft and against her cheeks.
He pulled against his binds, but it was futile. Tammy had tied his hands and feet with tight knots, with one purpose in mind. To make him beg.
"I can't take much more of this," he said with a grunt. "My balls feel like they're about to explode! Come on, baby, suck it!"
Tammy slowed her movements. Her tongue hilly ran up and down his long, throbbing prick, swirling over the sensitive skin with smooth, soft strokes. She chewed tenderly on his crotch hairs, pulling them between her teeth, her lips hot against his balls.
She raised her head and looked longingly at his cock. She spread her fingers outward, rubbing and caressing his narrow hips, her nails dining into his taut flesh.
She inched her body upwards and placed her knees over his shoulders so that her frothy pussy was just inches from his mouth.
"You like my cunt?" she asked. "You want to lick it a little bit?"
"Oh God, yes!" he said, raising his head. Tammy pressed her burning, hungry pussy against his face. She felt an immediate warmth as his wet, probing tongue plunged deeply between the tight, constricted muscles of her cunt walls. She threw her head back and moaned, her tone hungry and satisfied. Then she pulled her hips back.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, his lips wt from hex pussy juices.
"Taking my time, you egomaniac bastard," Tammy said evenly.
Suddenly she became frightened. He glared at her now, his face contorting in pure rage.
"Untie me, you fucking cunt!" he shouted, his muscles bulging under the strain, as he struggled to free himself.
Then Tammy heard a snap as the tie that held his left hand suddenly tore. She tried to jump free, but he was too quick. He grabbed her by the hair of her head and pushed her head violently down, against his stomach.
"Suck it, you cream-drinking bitch!" he yelled. "Suck it and choke to death!"
She flailed wildly, totally disoriented. He was now pushing downward, savagely grinding her face against his cock. She could feel it throb and pulsate against her lips as he arched his back, wiggling his hips to force it into her mouth.
"You son of a bitch!" she said, trying to pull away.
He slapped her then, knocking her off the bed. She lay in a heap, stunned and angry. But fear was quickly becoming the most dominant emotion. She looked up and saw that he was struggling with his other hand, trying to free himself. She jumped as she heard a second rip, and his other hand broke free.
"You're gonna get it now, you cocksucking tease!" he said, sitting up, grabbing the binds around his ankle.
Tammy jumped up and ran from the room. She hadn't the faintest idea what to do, where to go. She paused for a moment-a moment too long. His hand was on her shoulder, yanking her back into the room. Somehow she managed to pull away and bounded through the door and made for the bathroom.
She slammed the door and fiddled with the lock. But once again, her reactions were too slow. The door thundered against her shoulder, knocking her to the tile floor.
"You like games?" Brad asked, his eyes burning like a demon. "I'll give you fucking games!"
"You prick!" Tammy spat out, tying to get up. He slapped her again, the force cracking her head against the side of the toilet.
"Now I'll fuck you," he said, bending, his voice wet and urgent against her ear.
He grabbed both her hands with one of his, and with his right arm, he pressed against her neck, causing her face to lower into the toilet bowl. He knelt behind her, and kicked her legs apart.
"You like it this way?" he asked, slamming his cock against her ass.
Tammy grunted with humiliation and anger as the monstrous prick slipped between the lips of her pussy. Her face was just mere inches from the water in the toilet bowl and she could see the wild look in her eyes.
What had happened! she thought. It had turned into a complete nightmare, not making any sense at all! He seemed so nice, and now it was as if he were possessed by the devil!
He pumped into her slick hot hole, thrusting his hips forward with a savage lunge, burying his prick fully into her pussy, his cockhead grinding outward against her stomach.
Tammy bit her tongue to keep from screaming out with the burning, pressing pain as he increased the momentum of his violent strokes. His balls slapped against the insides of her thighs, smacking and sticking to the delicate surfaces of her skin.
She opened her mouth and screamed. She saw her reflection in the water and didn't even recognize her face. The burning pain shot upward, through her guts, up her throat and tore out of her mouth.
And that, without her control or desire, a warm, delicious pleasure begin to grow inside her pussy. It was almost like having two cocks at once. One was thundering away with ripping horror, and the other was beginning to match the strokes with increasing ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck me!" she heard herself say. "Please fuck me!"
"You're beginning to like it, huh?" Brad asked, damming his prod all the way in, his balls grinding into the back of her legs.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she gasped.
Brad laughed low. "It's not going to be that easy, you fucking bitch!"
"What do you mean?" she asked in a little girl voice.
Brad pulled his cock out of her pussy, and with a violent action, rammed his dick against the tight opening of her shitter.
"Oooooohhhhhh!" Tammy screamed out as the thick meat cut into her ass.
"You thirsty?" he asked with a satanic voice. "Then drink some water!"
He forced her head into the toilet water, and with the same motion, he pound his cock all the way into her asshole, ripping and tearing the sensitive shitter walls.
Tammy's voice bubbled in the water, her screams drowned out. Her scalp seemed to be on fire as he yanked on her hair, lifting her head so that she could breath. She gasped a quick breath of air, and then he pushed her face back into the water.
He fucked in and out of her asshole, his flat stomach pounding against her ass cheeks. He felt his balls rumble with a hot load of cum, and began increasing his movements. He pulled her head up and down to match his strokes, splashing water all over the room.
"Take it now, you fucking bitch!" he shouted into her ear, as the first hot wad of cum splattered into her shitter. "Take it!"
Tammy had never known such pain. His cock was like a cattle prod as it slammed into her shitter, stretching and ripping her insides apart. She felt dizzy and faint, her vision becoming blurred. And then something happened.
"Oh God!" she moaned, hardly believing the new, wonderful sensations that centered at the base of her spine.
As the hot cream squirted into her guts, the grip of pain began to loosen, replaced with a fiery pleasure that matched the pangs in her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she grunted. "Fuck me!"
He pulled his spurting prick out of her stutter and rammed it into her pussy. Then he withdrew it, and plunged it back into her asshole. With quick and steady movements he throttled both holes, filling them with boiling, milky juice.
Tammy closed her eyes and winced. Delicious warmth surged throughout her body, causing her to whine with agonized delight.
He released her hand and spun her around, quickly forcing her head down on his shooting cock. He grabbed her nose with one hand and her chin with the other, yanking her mouth open.
He thrust his prick deeply into her throat, sending large glow of hot cum into her mouth, slamming her face against his stomach.
Tammy gagged as the monstrous prick slapped against the back of her throat. She couldn't breathe as the thickness of his dick swelled and pulsated against the insides of her cheeks. She squirmed against his hold, trying to pull free.
He rolled over on his back and pulled her with him holding her head with both hands. He wrapped his legs around her neck and pumped his body upwards, fucking her mouth like a crazed animal.
Finally, he released her. She slumped sideways, gasping for air. The thick cream made her voice giggle as it oozed over her voice box.
"Did you like that little game?" he asked, his voice raspy.
Tammy laughed suddenly, in spite of herself. Her hunger rose, filling her cunt with aching want.
"Not bad," she whispered, her hands on his prick. "Let's do it again." She smiled at him and inched her mouth closer to his prick. "Again and again and again!"
He began laughing and pulled her close.
"You don't hate me?" he asked.
"On the contrary," Tammy answered, her lips against his chest. "I love it!"
"You know," he said, kissing her tenderly on the forehead, "you just might tame this lion after all."
"Well, what do you say?" she asked.
He gave her a long look and grinned. "Well, there's only one thing I can try," he said.