'Oh.' There was a whisper of real lust from her clit.
'Now.' His hips rose, fell and he began his final moves. Fucking steadily, pressing himself to her full length. Carl humped into the peak of his lust. Shimmering clots of pure desire crowded around his dick. His balls ached and he thrashed in with his prick. 'Now! OH! NOW!! NOW!!' Three low grunts and he came, heavy rushes of hot cum drenching the blond's cunt instantly. His pleasure whirled and he shoved all, the way up her tunnel until it dripped ball-juice.
Marilyn felt the raw power of the man. She lay helpless under him, eyes right on his face, looking at the cruel smile, staring at the cords in his neck, the bulging veins on his forehead. The look frightened her and aroused her. Her body had done that, had made him feel like that, had created that much lust in him. Her body had driven him to a fury of passion.
That must be what Dave feels, she thought. And I've got to try to satisfy him. Got to!
'Ahhhhh!' Carl lay on her, breathing deeply. 'Not too bad. For a first time.' He kissed one tit.
'What?' Marilyn lay completely still.
'You're learning. But you've got a long way to go.' He slipped his tool from her twat.
'What do you mean?' The fear started to return.
'Well, you've stopped screaming and trying to run away. But you didn't come. Didn't even try. Did you?'
'Uh… uh, no. No.'
'I can always tell.' Carl stood up. 'But you will. You'll come and come and come before I'm through with you.'
'But… but you came. That's all. You'll let me go now. Won't you?'
'Hell, this was just a sort of waem up.' He pulled on his pants.
'But… but I…'
Carl started to take the belt from her wrists. 'I told you that you had a lot to learn. I'm a fucking good teacher.' He threaded the belt through the loops around his waist. 'You'd better get up.'
'I… I just want to go back to… to my room.'
'Still afraid of it, huh?' He took her arm to help her up and kept holding on firmly.
'I… I just… Carl, no. Please.'
'Yes.' He began to lead her along the beach. 'I've got lots of nice thihgs to show you. Lots of toys and games for us to have a good time with.' Carl held her firmly by the arm and waist as he directed her back toward the hotel.
'What… what are you going to do now?'
'Show you what real fucking is all about. Teach you how to please a man. Any man. Even your husband. It's high time you learned that, honey.'
'But, I… He likes me. Dave loves me.'
'For how long? With what I'm going to show you, you can hang on to him forever. He'll never want to look at another woman.' Carl's hand glided over her ass. 'And you will like it too. Be better than any kind of fuck you've ever had.'
'But… I don't love you. I love my husband.'
'This isn't love, kid. This is fucking. I didn't say one damn thing about love. Did I?'
'Think of it this way. You're doing this for him. For your husband. To please him. Just like you learned to cook or keep house.'
'I… uh… that's not the same thing, really.'
'And remember. You don't have much choice, either.' His fingers bit into her arm tightly. 'Ow. That hurts.'
'Just remember that.' He led her away from the edge of the water. 'Besides, I won't touch you after today. It's just for a little while.'
'Listen. It's just bodies. Just screwing. That's all. You can try to get something out of it or you can fight me. I'll still get what I want. So it's up to you.'
'I… well…'
Carl stopped moving. 'You might as well say yes.'
'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.
