bondage master.
Carl selected three lengths of clothesline from the case and kicked it to the floor.
Carl rose on his knees above the prone figure. 'You know what happens when you say 'no' to me.' He stretched the sash-cord between his hands.
'Carl, I… I just wanted to have a swim first.' She shrank back into the bed, drawing away from the powerful figure looming over her. His naked body seemed to fill half the room as he leaned toward her, his hefty figure, muscles still hard, mostly from his exercises in bed, filled her with fear, with a kind of panic… and with a kind of lust.
'Now we'll see whether you want to get fucked or not.' He snatched up one arm and skillfully tied a length of rope to the wrist. He bound the other wrist with a second length of cord, then got off the bed and pulled the free ends of rope toward the head, bending to tie them to the frame, spreading the woman's arms wide above her head.
'Carl… please, Carl. You don't have to do that.' She tried to squirm away. 'I'll be good. I'll let you take me. I'm your wife. You can have me any time. Please. Please.' He drew the ropes tighter.
'God damn right you're my wife. I get to fuck you any damn time I want to.' His cock was very hard, up close to, his belly as he came around and crouched between her legs. One hand jammed the end of the third hunk of rope under her hips. He brought it up and made a loose loop of it around her waist, tugging to make sure it was tight.
'Now.' He fell on top of the bound figure. One stab sent every inch of his cock up the pussy.
'Ahhhhhhh!' Brenda gave one shriek of pain as her husband's tool tore into her tender cunt. Her arms strained at the restraints. Her legs thrashed helplessly as he started to fuck, the entire force of his body bearing down right into her box.
'There. How do you like it? How do you like being fucked?' He hit in as hard as he could. 'How do you like having a man up your cunt?'
'Ahhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh… Carl… Caaaaarrll.' She melted into passion from the force of his driving prick. His body weighed heavily on her, his full weight carried by her slender frame. 'Carl.' She moaned with real desire, loving the feel of the massive drives, of the raw muscular force, of her own helpless position under his domination. Carl was in control, control of her body, of her sex, of her pleasures.
Brenda yielded to him, surrendered to her own lust and the spasms of climax started to beat on the walls of her smooth pussy. 'Oh, Carl, fuck me. Please. I need it. I need you. I need your cock. Your cock!' Juice and heat spread swiftly in her snatch. The flesh creamed around the man's pistoning rod. The beats of passion came closer together.
Carl grabbed the loop of rope around Brenda's waist with both hands and started jerking her up to him as he screwed. He was strong enough to break her in half.
Brenda loved the force of her husband's love making, loved the passion he unleashed against her, loved knowing that she could still arouse him to such a frenzy, that her body, after five years of marriage could still drive him wild.
His yanking arms and battering cock made her desires spin, her cunt turned to pure desire.
She twisted up to him with her hips, taking all he could give her, taking the full force of his reaming drives. He ground his prick into her body, crushed her to him, the rope across her back cutting in.
Brenda came, deep, almost agony-filled moments of beauty, of pure feeling, total pleasure. Exquisite pain streamed from her cunt. She called his name, moaning, gasping, barely able to breathe.
Carl bore down, sweat glimmering on his shoulders and back as he neared his orgasm. He hauled up on the rope, forced the woman close to his body and shot the first boiling batch of jism all over inside her pussy. More ball-juice poured out, a river of passion-cream, drenching the steamy snatch. Every muscle flexed as he got his balls oft grunting with each bolt of cum that sizzled though his thick cock. His wife's cunt was dripping with juice before he slowed and let her go limp under him.
'Ohhhhhhh, Carl,' she sighed heavily. 'Carl. I love you.' Her thighs caressed his flanks. 'What a man.'
'God damn right.' He pulled out of her twat and sat up. 'You were good.' He untied one hand.
'Not as good as you.'
'But you really got into it this time. Not like you were pretending at all.'
Brenda sat up, checking around on her body for damage. Nothing to speak of. 'I… it gets easier with practice.'
'I guess so. Gets better for me, too.' He stood up beside the bed. 'I told you we'd get the old magic back. Just like the first honeymoon. Like you were my bride again.'
'I guess so.' She stood up. 'Do you want to shower first?'
'No. Go ahead. I'll just have another drink.'
'Okay.' Brenda lit a cigarette and looked at her husband. Five years ago he'd mounted her with no equipment except what hung between his legs. And she'd come with him, splendidly, great sex, with no ropes, no little games. She took a deep drag. Now she wasn't sure she could come with a man – any man – unless they had the ropes and chains and all the rest of the stuff.
But when they did it, together, all out, it was just magnificent what happened. Even if it hurt; even if some people thought it was kinky.
Brenda loved it. The way she loved Carl. For the sex he could give her. She smiled as she let more smoke out of her lungs.
'Open the drapes. Let's get some light in here. And some aft.' She went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open.
Carl took a healthy swig of his drink before he slid the drapes apart and opened the door. 'Honey, I'm going to skip the shower for now; just hit the beach.' He fumbled in the dresser for his trunks.
'Go ahead. I'll be out in a minute.'
'Sure.' He pulled up his bathing suit. 'Bring your drink along.' He headed out to the beach.
'Will do.' Brenda looked, at herself in the full length mirror, admiring the trim form, the quick muscles that kept up with Carl, that took all he could dish out. Smears of their sex-juices spread down the inside of her thighs. She began to run the shower.
In a few minutes she was ready, halter and short red shorts on, drink in hand, cigarette going, Brenda went out to join her husband on the beach. And in the next room, Dave curled one arm more snugly around Marilyn's shoulders and they fell into a nice doze.
CHAPTER THREE
Marilyn woke on the morning after her wedding night feeling very relaxed, completely happy. The night had been everything she had hoped, even dreamed it would be. Dave had taken her three times after dinner, making love to her until she thought she would never stop coming. The last hour was one long blur of pleasure, his cock so hard, so big, for so long, going in and out, touching around inside until she could hardly see.
Dave's arm lay over her side now and she snuggled closer to him, pressing softly to him as he slept. She was married. Married to Dave. She would have him for years and years and years. It still didn't seem real to her.
He stirred slightly, rolling away, his hand dragging over her breast. She lay very still, enjoying his light touch.
'Marilyn?' he asked.
'What, honey?' She leaned close, looking into his brown eyes, smiling warmly.
'Morning.' He barely made a sound.
'Good morning.' She kissed him.
'What time is it?' He moved away a few inches. 'I don't know. It's morning. That's all that counts. It's our honeymoon.'
'I know.' He threw back the covers and swung his feet to the floor.
'Did you sleep well?'
