"I don't have any choice. Like you said."
"Okay." He took his hand from her arm, just walking beside her. "We'll have one good session and then you can go on back to your husband."
"Where… where will we go?"
"My room. I've got everything we need there."
"Oh." She walked in silence beside the man. She felt dominated, overwhelmed by his strength, the force of his personality, the aggressive approach.
"It's over there." He pointed to the hotel. "That's my, our rooms."
"I know. I'm right next door."
"Don't worry. The only thing I'll do to you tomorrow is smile."
"It's like our room next door. Just the same." Carl closed the door, locking it securely.
"Huh?"
Carl grabbed her wrist and yanked her close to him. "Look! The biggest thing you've got to learn is just to do what the man says. Never question. Just obey." He shoved her back. "Now strip!"
"Yes." Marilyn turned her back and lifted the loose dress over her head.
"Damn nice." He looked her over. "Turn around. Look right at me."
Marilyn faced the man, eyes down, head hung toward her chest.
"Just beautiful. Big tits, smooth skin, nice tiny cunt. Great!" He walked over to her and caressed her breasts with one hand. "Did your husband take your cherry?"
"OH… no. It was… somebody else."
"Then you know something about men. Looking like you do, lots of guys must have come onto you. Come on real strong."
"Yes. They did." She did not look at him.
"How many of them got up in here?" He touched her snatch. "Before your husband?"
"Two."
"So your husband was number three and I'm number four." He turned toward the bed. "Fix me a drink. Get one for yourself, too."
"I don't want one."
"I didn't ask you. I told you. Fix a drink. For both of us. Just do what I tell you."
"Yes, Carl." She went to the bottle on the dresser. "There's no ice."
"We'll drink it neat." He pulled off his shirt and sat on the bed.
Marilyn poured bourbon into both glasses, about two inches in Carl's and about two sips in hers. "Here we go." She gave him the glass.
"Thanks." He tossed down about half of the booze. "Suck my cock." He lay back on the bed.
"But… your pants… I…"
"Damn it all to hell. Are you that fucking stupid? Just pull down the zipper and suck my prick. It's easy, honey. Just fucking do it. Slit."
Marilyn went to her knees and gingerly touched the man's crotch. Her fingers found the tab of the zipper and tugged at it. It caught and she pulled harder. No movement.
"Oh, Christ," Carl said, sitting up. "Here. Like this." He opened the fly and took out his prick. "Suck it. You can manage that much, can't you?"
"Yes." Marilyn put her lips around just the very tip of his meat, barely touching the soft skin for a moment she let just a hair more of the tool into her mouth.
"God, honey. Suck it. Get down there! Right on it." Carl shoved her head firmly to his crotch, placing the whole cock into her mouth. "Shit, I sure feel sorry for your husband."
Marilyn began to press her tongue against the limp dick. She'd done this for Dave sometimes and he always said how much he liked it.
Marilyn sucked harder, determined to see what kind of reaction she could get from Carl. He'd let her know whether she did a good job or not.
Some thickness entered the shaft and she tightened her lips and pulled, stretching the tool out, up from his crotch, making it get firmer, thicker, the flesh swelling steadily now as she worked at it.
"That's better. Yeah. Just keep doing that." He moved his hips around, sliding up into her mouth.
The cock got longer. It touched into her throat and she made herself swallow all of it.
"Not bad." Carl pushed the blond head from his prick and sat up. "Now let's see how you like some games." He pulled out his special case and opened it up. "Stay on your knees. Put your hands behind your back." Carl undid his belt and shoved down his pants. His hands stretched out a length of electrical wire, copper sheathed in brown plastic. Bending behind the naked woman, Carl put a couple twists of wire around one arm, bound it to the other arm, then bound around both wrists, not quite cutting off the circulation. "There. Now turn around. On your knees." He planted his fists on his hips as he watched her clumsily maneuver into place.
"Suck my cock." He shoved his tool to her face.
"Get me all turned on. Just with your mouth."
The prick was about half-hard. She struggled and got it down her throat again, holding it for a moment before she started to sway back and forth, stroking the full length from base to end.
"There. You see. You're learning." He mouthfucked the girl. "That's starting to feel nice." He gave her a few deeper shoves, his cock completely hard now. "Not bad at all." He rammed it all the way down her throat.
Madly gagged but held on, flicking her tongue around on the broad head until it flared widely.
"Yeah!" Carl held her head with both hands, plunging into the moist pit slowly.
"Suck my balls." He took his dick from her. "Get them wet." He leaned ahead, lowering his nuts of her nose. "I want your spit to drip off my rocks. Suck them!" He held her by her hair, forcing her face between, his legs. "Lick those balls. Lick!"
Marilyn's tongue crept out, touching the crinkled pouch surrounding the man's nuts. She let her saliva flow, covering the slithering round testicle completely before she started in on the other.
"Nice work." Carl spread his legs farther to give her room. Her face pressed up between his legs. Lust coiled inside his balls as she kissed them.
"That's enough." Carl walked away. "Look at me." His thick hard-on stuck up close to his belly. "Look at my cock. Look right at my big cock." He faced her, just a few feet away, her face on a level with his crotch.
Marilyn stared at the tool. She looked only at the organ, ignoring the rest of the man. She tried to think of it as Dave's cock, but it didn't look the same.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes." Marilyn saw only the prick. Not Carl's prick, just a prick. A man. A man deeply aroused.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes." Marilyn wanted what it meant. She wanted the desire it stood for, desire for her. For her body.
"Get up."
Marilyn struggled to get to her feet, the wire biting in on her wrists as she moved.
Carl came up and stood close, close enough so the tip of his cock brushed against her belly and his chest touched her tits. "We ought to get you turned on a little." He spoke softly, a small smile moving on his lips. His chest swayed from side to side, gliding on her nipples. "Do you like to be turned on, Marilyn?"
"I… yes. I do." She managed a small smile.
"That's good. Because I am really going to try to get you nice and hot." His fingers started to roll her tits around, massaging gently, pressing lightly on the nipples.
"That's coming along now." He left one hand to work on her breasts and held his cock with the other, guiding it until the tip rubbed against her clit, pressing down on his thick shaft, sliding it into her batch of crotch-ball. "How's that?" He rotated the cock-end on her cunt.
"It's… nice. Oh." One thin flash of live pleasure pinged from her cunt. And then a second followed. The third was stronger. Marilyn quivered for a moment. Her nipples started to become firm. His fingers moved faster. More pressure came to her clit from his prick.
"Kiss me," Carl whispered. "Make it real." He touched around her pussy with his dick.
Marilyn closed her eyes and touched her lips to Carl's.
"Make it reall." His tongue tried to pry into her mouth. She let her lips part, opened her teeth, and took his tongue. Warmth began to spread through her cunt. His prick touched her clit again, his fingers pinched on her tit. The man's tongue probed strongly. Marilyn responded to his moves, slithering her tongue on his, her body starting to come alive under his caresses. There was a force – real passion in his kiss – and she responded to it, leaning against him.