"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.
CHAPTER SIX
Dave drained his fourth beer and set the empty bottle back on the bar. "Well, hell. I guess I'd better check on my wife." He turned to the man next to him. "Nice meeting you, Carl."
"Same here, Dave," Carl said pleasantly. "Take it easy."
"I will." He turned and walked from the bar.
"You do that," Carl called after him. They had met and made chit-chat over a couple of beers, talking weather and sports and bull-shit like that. Carl knew exactly who Dave was; he'd seen him on the beach with Marilyn. Nice guy, he thought. Going to be almost a shame to fuck his wife. Carl smiled and ordered another beer. Going to be a lot of fun to fuck that stacked blonde, too.
The hotel was quiet as Dave waked back to the room. Inside the bedroom, the drapes were pulled.
He closed the door softly.
Marilyn had turned in her sleep, throwing back the covers. Her body was bared almost to her crotch, her big breasts stuck right up, the nipples dark pink against the snowy skin.
Dave stood at the side of the bed, looking down at his sleeping wife. He smiled. A stir passed through his balls and his smile spread. Dave began to take off his clothes, moving slowly and carefully, making no noise as he undressed completely. He looked again at the woman, his wife. Beautiful. One hand gently drew back the covers, exposing all of her body. Marilyn turned one knee slightly outward, showing a batch of rosy skin at her pussy.
Dave got a hard-on just looking at her.
Bending close to her, his dick brushed across his belly. He put one knee on the mattres and started to crawl in beside her.
"Mmmmm? Ulihhhh?" Marilyn turned her head toward him.
"Hi, honey." Lust throbbed in his rocks when his skin touched her warm flesh as he stretched along side her.
"Oh!" Marilyn gave a small cry and sat up.
"What's the matter?" Dave sat up and put an arm around her shoulder.
"Oh. Oh, you frightened me, Dave. I… I didn't know who it was." She pulled the sheet up to cover her boobs.
"It's okay. It's me. Your husband, remember?" He took the sheet and moved it down.
"Dave, I… I'm not in the mood." She covered herself again and moved away from him.
"Honey, hey." He slid against her again. "Look. I want to make love to you. I really want to. Bad." He pressed his dick to her thigh.
"I… not… in a little while. Later on. Okay?" She swung her legs over and sat on the edge of the bed, sheet tugged around her shoulders.
"Honey. Hey, I'm sorry I scared you. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. To find me right there, all ready and everything." Dave crouched behind her, stroking her head and back. "I really want you… I really do." The feel of her kept arousing him.
"Dave, not now. Please." She got up and walked away.
"But why?" Dave asked her.
"It… it was… was that man. He… when he… did what he did… it scared me."
"I know. But you said you felt okay. Just wanted to rest. You said that, Marilyn." He turned her around and held her shoulders firmly.
"I… it… please… Dave. Later." She tried to turn away but his arms held her firmly.
"I want you." He pressed his hips forward so she could feel his erection on her belly. "I want you now."
"Dave. No!" She slapped him.
"Now!" He shoved her down, tearing the sheet away. She fell, sprawling naked on the thick carpet.
"God damn it." Dave fell to her, lunging to hold her flat to the floor. "Marilyn. Oh, God." He stabbed with his prick for the snatch.
"NO!" She screamed and rolled away.
"Damn it!" He grabbed at her, got her hips and forced her out face down. "I'm your husband, God damn it. I've got a right. I've got a right to fuck you." He tried to roll her over, a wild lust hammering at his crotch. "Alight!"
"No. No! Dave, please no. Let me alone." She tried to crawl from him.