Marge settled herself at the bar and ordered a drink. For the first time all evening she felt somewhat comfortable. She had tried three other bars, and each one had only succeeded in making her too nervous to respond.
But somehow, this one was noisier, brighter; in general, a more festive, and less intimate atmosphere. She could judge from the comments around her that most of the patrons were actors, and this relaxed her.
Well, at least I feel safer, she thought. Damn it, Jenny, why did you have to go home? I'd feel a lot better if it was the two of us.
The bartender placed her drink down, and she was fumbling in her purse looking for her wallet when she heard the booming voice.
"I'll get it, Kurt, put it on my tab."
She looked up, ready to thank her patron, but found the words choked off by the sight that greeted her. He was a ruggedly handsome man of about forty, with each feature of his face seemingly caned into place. His face was alive with the play of light and shadow, his eyes no more than burning sparks from beneath the inky shade of his jutting brows.
"Would you mind a little company?" he asked.
"No, please join me… and thank you for the drink."
He eased himself into the stool next to her, positioning his lean, sinewy frame in a pose of pure sexual masculinity. Marge could not help feeling the stimulation of his presence, his molded features radiating confidence, and a certain element of danger.
"You're new, you an actress?"
"No," she stuttered, redirecting her focus to the safety of the drink before her. "I'm from out of town. My name's Marge Sommers, and you're…"
"Jerry… Jerry Cannon. An actor of great insignificance, and little employment."
Her ability to laugh at his humble assessment of his own talents was enough to finally relax her, and the next few hours were spent in pleasant conversation. As the evening progressed she grew more and more susceptible to his charm and sexual manner, surprising even herself with how quickly she accepted his invitation to join him at his apartment for drinks.
He lived in the Hollywood Hills, and as Marge stood at the large picture window overlooking the city, her heart pounded with the anticipation of what was to come. She knew it would be unnecessary for her to create an opening for sex, as she had the night before. This man was more than capable of handling himself in any situation.
Even as this thought was registering in her mind, she felt his body approach her from behind, his arms circling the narrow expanse of her waist.
"Beautiful view isn't it?" His lips came down and pressed against the white flesh of her graceful neck.
Almost as a reflex, her head dropped over to one side, opening the long line of her neck to his gentle kisses. "Yes, it's… oooooohhh! It's… so… so beautiful!"
His mouth climbed the sinewy perfection of her neck, and began nuzzling her behind the ear, his tongue coming out to circle and push at the soft fleshy lobe. At the same time he pulled her to him, the hard bulge of his crotch digging into the full cheeks of her ass.
The firm touch of his cock against her lit the fuse of sexual longing in her panting body. She could feel the hot juices of her cunt filling the tight crotch band of her panties. Carefully she began grinding her hips in a slow, weaving dance, pressing his throbbing cock even harder into her pillowy buttocks.
His hand began lifting, crossing the flat plane of her belly, and creeping towards the globes of her tits.
Marge gasped in delight. The contact of his hands, built so carefully by his gradual rise, jerked her body like ice water on a sunburn.
"Is it good?" he whispered, his tongue snaking into her ear. "Do you like being touched by me?"
"Oooooohhhhhh yyyyeeeeeessss…" she breathed, her nipples stiffening between his twirling fingers. She was helpless. Her head was cocked to one side, her eyes tightly shut, the warm, vibrant sensations of her rising lust radiating from the burning chamber of her cunt.
And now he began walking her slowly towards the open door of his bedroom, his hands still pressing the rubbery flesh of her tits. "I think we'll both feel better in here. The view's not as breathtaking, but the action is far more exciting."
Marge followed, her brain numbed by the euphoric mists of her rising passions, and the soft lilting tones of his whispering voice. Robot-like, she entered the bedroom and began removing her clothes, his hands departing long enough to undress.
She could hear him stripping behind her, his voice still chanting in its hypnotic register as she removed, her clothes.
"Yes! Take it all of it," he said. "Let me see the perfection of your naked flesh… I want to touch you… and taste you… and show you pleasures I'm sure you've never experienced before."
"Yes!" she echoed, "show me… show me your pleasures… take me!"
Marge turned and opened her eyes, drinking in the joy of his manly body. Her gaze fell instantly on the huge cock that leaped at her from his bushy, dark groin. She gasped at the realization of just how well hung this man was.
But her excitement turned to fear as she became aware of the object held so firmly in his right hand. It was a whip, its handle wrapped in black leather, with only the very base, carved ivory in the shape of a cock, exposed. From the top hung several long strips of leather.
"Yes, lovely lady, I'm going to show you what fucking really means."
"Wait! Wait a minute!" she stuttered, her fear registering in her eyes. "I don't want this! This is… it's… You can't do it… I won't let you."
"But you'll love it," he hissed, starting to move toward her. "It won't hurt a lot… just enough to make you me… come like you've never come before… lust enough to make us both come."
Marge backed off clumsily, almost tripping over her own clothing. She continued her retreat, maintaining her distance until she felt the hard surface of the wall behind her.
And still he came on, his eyes burning at her in sadistic delight, his lust inflamed at the sight of her trembling resistance. "I'm telling you… you'll love it. It win burn, and hurt… and fill you with its cutting bliss. I promise you… you'll beg for more… just feel it."
With this he lashed out, breaking the thin strands across the milky flesh of her thighs. Marge squealed as the hard leather bit into her, and feeling herself trapped moved with all the suddenness of a threatened deer towards the open door.
But he was prepared. In one swift, catlike move he grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back, and diverting every ounce of her forward thrust into a downward motion towards the floor. She landed face first in the carpet, her arms pinned helplessly behind her back.
"I was hoping you'd be more willing, but if I have to take it I will!" he growled. Suddenly Marge felt herself being lifted from the floor, and rudely shoved into the bouncing surface of his bed. "It doesn't matter to me. One way or the other, I'll get what I want, and I think you'll find it's what you want too."
Holding her firmly beneath him, he reached over and pulled something from the bedside table. Almost before she could figure out what it was, he had placed it on her wrists, tightly binding them; and just as quickly she found her wrists harnessed to her equally bound ankles.
"Nice little contraption, isn't it?" he chuckled. "It's a little harder on you… but it'll be worlds easier for me."
Marge was locked in a battle between fear and outraged anger. She was totally vulnerable, angry at the feeling that she was no more than strung meat, to be used or abused at the whim of this strange man. But she was also frightened, unsure of the extent to which his sadistic desires could go.
"If you don't let me up… I swear I'll scream so loud that every cop within thirty miles will be here!"
The smile quickly faded from his face, and in one vicious lunge he drove the butt of his whip into her cheek, the hard ivory pressing into her rosy flesh. "You do that, my dear, and I'll knock you so senseless your ears will ring for the next twenty years!"
Marge lay there quivering, her cheek pressed painfully against the ridge of her teeth, and followed her line of vision up the barrel of the whip and into the smoldering coals of his eyes. She sensed immediately that he meant it, and was grateful to see a smile break over his intense face.
"But that shouldn't really be necessary. It's for emergencies like this, and to avoid any unnecessary violence that I will provide you with this."
He reached over and grabbed a gag from the foot of the bed, tying it quickly over her gasping mouth. "There, that should sufficiently stifle any screaming urges. I'm telling you, you're just bringing this an yourself… I have no intentions of damaging you… just a little pleasure-type pain to enhance the evening… And now I think it's time to look at what we've got."
He crawled off of her, and rolled her over onto her back. Now she felt more helpless than ever. She was lying on her arms, her legs spread wide, forced open to his lusting gaze by virtue of being harnessed to her struggling wrists.
"Very beautiful," he gasped, standing over her and tracing the soft curves of her form with the ends of his leather straps. "More beautiful than I imagined you could be."
The leather caressed her body, starting with her tits. He dragged the whip across her chest, certain strands falling away to slide off the firm, round dunes of flesh, and others remaining to drag across the hard knobs of her straining nipples.
He continued downward, the leather tickling over her flat belly, and into the vee of her crotch, before sliding up like dangling streamers to brush the inside of her thigh. He then reversed direction, retracing the path along her leg, pausing to push the tip of his whips against the hard clit throbbing beneath the pink folds of her cunt-lips, and returning to the peaks of her tits.
"We must soften them up," he moaned, his eyes glued to the tender orbs, their turgid nipples screaming from the dark sea of her areolas. "We must tenderize them, and open them to the maximum of sensation."
With a quick flick of his wrist, he rapped the leathery ends of the whip across her chest, her body jerking out a muffled cry as the hot pain of his gesture burned into the tender flesh. Again he stroked the whip, raising long red welts that furrowed out like bulging veins.
With one more quick stroke, he dropped to his knees and straddled her stomach, his bulging cock drooling its tiny threads of pre-cum onto her bare belly.
"Now they're ready to be touched… to be fondled. Now they can feel my fingers holding them."
He dropped the whip momentarily, and began kneading her tits in his hard, lusting grasp, her reddened flesh spilling between the opened fingers of his hand.
Marge braced herself for more pain, but was surprised at the intensity of the pleasure that now filled her confused body. His hands were like a cooling breeze on her burning tits. Her skin was more sensitive, more alive to every hair and ridge of his searching hand than she had ever thought possible.
Her body began twisting beneath the bold manipulations, her chest thrusting up to scrape her mw nipples against the sandpapery palm of his groping hands. The tingling bolts of passion surged like darting arrows through her brain.
"Yes! Good! You're good. That means we can move on… on to better pleasures."
With this he reached over and grabbed his whip spin, placing the leather bound handle down hard over her taut nipples, and rubbing the soft suede over and over the aching, sensitive buds.
"We must now prepare your lovely cunt… get it nice and ready for my huge cock."
He then crawled backward, positioning himself between her outstretched thighs. Slowly, his hands still stretched upward to maintain the leathery massaging of her tits, he lowered his face to the glistening, moist lips of her cunt.
He inhaled deeply, drinking in the passionate aroma of her seething cunt, before finally pressing his hungry lips into the crinkled labes, and parting the soft folds of her twat with his piercing tongue.
Marge's aching body now squirmed frantically against the dual bliss of his tongue rolling in long drags across her pulsating clit, and the hard pressure of the bar raking in thrilling torment the raw nubs of her nipples. Her moans spilled out in muffled waves, her jaw clamping down in a viselike grip that threatened to snap the stretched cloth of the gag.
And still his tongue flew in and out of her running hole, his own passion growing with the force of an avalanching boulder. On and on he licked, until he could no longer delay the warm invitation of her soft pussy.
"NOW!" he yelled, his soaking face rising from the warm nest of her crotch. "NOW! I want you… I want to feel my cock in your cunt… your beautiful, delicious cunt!"
Quickly he got up and rolled her over on her knees, her face crushed down into the soft mattress. He positioned himself behind her, and pressed his throbbing cock into the quivering entrance of her cunt.
"Now, bitch!" he spat, his passion wavering in the tremors of his voice. "I'm going to have you the way you should be had – dog style – like the bitch you!"
Frantically he pushed his hips forward, his cock straining to intrude its massive bulk into her waiting channel, Marge hunched forward, his huge dong tearing at the sensitive walls of her cunt. She felt almost virginal as her groin ached with the searing pain.
"Take it, bitch! Take it! Swallow my fucking cock with your goddamn cunt!"
In one violent lunge he broke the baffler of her ringing muscles, and climbed the dark mystery of her hot, clinging tube. His body was racked with tiny shivers as he felt her walls collapse around him and close like a spongy vise an his hungry cock.
"Aaaaaaggggghhh aaaaahhhhhh! Oh fuck! It's… God…pump me! Puuuuuump meeeeee!"
He was a madman. His hips rammed blindly, pounding his meat in frantic thrusts against Marge's desperately sucking pussy. The slurping suction of his long battering strokes filled the room. His arm lashed out unconsciously, laying blow after blow of burning leather across her back, and driving her on like a team of horses before him.
"ffuuuuuuucccccckkkk! I'm coming! Pump, you fucking bitch, pump! Ggggggoddddddd!"
Marge was lost in the agonizing bliss of his rampaging prick. Each lash of the whip drove her harder against his rutting tool, her ass pressing the bush of his pubic hair in an effort to swallow the full, gorging length of his cock.
For several seconds she teetered on the brink of orgasm, her hips pumping maniacally, waiting for that one tiny push that would drop her from the nest, and force open the wings of her insanity. And then it came.
She looked between her splayed legs and saw the wrinkled sac of his balls jerk and contract, preparing the load that would burst in seconds inside her. That was all it took.
"Aaarrrhhhgggghhhhh!"
The two twisting bodies exploded like twin volcanoes, each out to blow the other one apart. His cock belched its fiery fluids out in wrenching spasms, melting her in the heat of his flaming ecstasy, while her cunt burst its boiling walls and drowned his cock with the lava-like flow of her orgasm. On and on it went, dissolving them in nature's violent bliss.