Brad Boyer: Bondage wives

"But… what was he wearing?"

"Just… just a swim suit. Dark green… or dark brown, maybe. I can't tell. It was underwater and all happened so fast."

"I… okay," Dave said. "But if you see him, just tell me. I'll kill the bastard. I swear it."

"He's probably gone by now," Brenda said.

"I guess you're right." They were at the room. "… Brenda, thanks a lot." Dave helped Marilyn inside. "I'll bring back the towel later on, okay?"

"Oh, any time. I've got lots of them." She moved away, toward her own room. "No hurry."

Carl pulled the door shut behind his wife. "I want your ass," he growled. "I want to fuck your asshole." His naked body leaped to her, throwing her to the floor.

"Bastard!" Brenda swung at him, missed but rolled away. "You'll have to take it! Do you think you can?" She jumped on the bed, almost spitting the words at him. "Just try and get it."

Carl was at her in a second, grabbing for her hips. His hand caught the bottom of the suit and it tore away in his hands. "Bitch." He sprang at her, dick up nice and hard, ready for fucking. "God damned whore." He tried to slap her but missed. Brenda lithely darted away, moving beside the dresser. "Cunt!" He thrust one hand for her, got a bit of an arm and yanked her so she sprawled. He tore off the top of her bikini and spun her around on her tail, dragging her toward the bed. "Fucking whore! Slimy cunt!" He hurled her across the bed, grabbing one ankle as she sprawled face down. "I want your ass. Now!" He pulled her feet over the end of the bed.

"Bastard! Son of a bitch." She twisted around on the bed, thrashing, trying to hit him with her fist. "Son of a bitch!" One punch landed on his head, another on his shoulder.

"Shut up." He grabbed the arm and twisted it behind her back, shoving her down to the bed. He got up on top of her, straddling her legs with his knees. From the nightstand, Carl grabbed a pair of handcuffs and clicked them around Brenda's right wrist, wrenching the arm up so she gasped with sharp pain.

Carl yanked the shackled wrist down and got her leg spread with one knee.

"Let me go. Bastard! Let me go!" She clawed at him.

"Hold still!" His hand slapped twice across her butt.

"God damn it!" Brenda shrieked.

"Shut your fucking mouth." His hand hit into the round cheeks savagely, two bright pink spots showing quickly.

"Aaaahhhhh!" She cried out in genuine pain.

Carl forced her arm lower, snapping the other half of the handcuff to her right ankle. "You dumb whore! Sleazy cunt!" He took a firm grip on her other arm.

"Carl, no. No. Please, no. Oh, God."

"Shut up!" He slapped her hard again.

"Carl!" she sobbed.

The man clamped another pair of handcuffs to her wrist, drawing the arm down, fastening it securely to the other side.

"You mother-fucker," she said slowly. Brenda lay on her side, breathing heavily, her right wrist against her right ankle, left wrist to left ankle, the metal cuffs biting into her flesh, tight over the bone.

"I saw you, you fucking bitch. Out there right on the God damned beach. I saw you with your boobs all hanging out. For that dumb shit." He spread her bound legs wide with his anus and wiled the woman to her back. "Now I'm going to fuck your ass. Fuck until you scream." He crawled between her legs, tilting her butt higher. "I'll split you in half. Right up the middle. Break you open with my cock."

"Just try it. Shit eater!" She spit at him.

Carl moved up, rolling Brenda's torso over until her butt was almost straight up in the air.

"Harrraaausshhhhh!" She hissed at him like a cat treed by a bear, her hole clamped tightly against his entry.

Carl held his dick in one hand and dug in against the tight opening. He leaned down, pressing against her and forced his prick to go in.

"ANt!" She screamed as the thick tool tore into her tender flesh. Every inch of the rigid spear plunged right inside.

Carl drove his dick down savagely, ripping at the tunnel. His arms braced beside her head, holding her writhing body still, her bound arms and legs close along his sides. His butt heaved rapidly and he fucked the asshole with all his strength.

"You son of a bitch!" Brenda shrieked at her husband. His dick hammered in, the pain growing as he pumped in, his hips slapping against her buns. "Bastard. Bastard! Mother fucking asshole. Shit head!!!" She tried to get her hands to him to claw his skin.

Carl was like an animal as he fucked. Violent force drove his cock into the passage again and again.

Brenda writhed, her butt in torment from the savage pounding. "Carl! Carl!" She hissed, spitting at him. "Son of a bitch. OH!"

"WHORE!!!" He roared, smashing with his dick into the woman. "Bitch!!!" Carl's prick plunged desperately into the tight tunnel. "CUNT!" His voice was a thick grunt as he began to come.

Vicious blows with his body followed, his muscles strained as he heaved against the battered tail.

Brenda shrieked, real agony alive in her butt, her flesh shredded by the tenific pounding. Her screams filled the room. She felt the steady drives rip through her and howled in pain, Carl's massive drives almost breaking her in half. "No!" she wailed hoarsely. "Nooooooo!"

"Fucking whore!" Carl finished his fucking and pulled away, his body glistening with sweat. "Slit!" He spat on her as she slumped to her side.

"Oh, God, Carl. Oh." She curled into a clumsy heap.

Carl turned sharply and went to the bathroom to wash. When he came back, still with water from his shower clinging to him, he took off her handcuffs and sat on the bed beside her.

"Carl. Oh. You're so strong. Oh. I love a strong man. I love it with you. So strong." She pulled him to her, stretching out on her back, drawing one hand over her firm breast. "SO strong. Such a man. A real man." She kissed him on the mouth. "I love you. I love your strength. Your power. I love you."

Carl cupped his fingers aver her tit and felt the nipple become firm against his palm. His mouth went to the other tit and got that nipple fully firm, the tongue busy around the dark button of flesh. A stirring came into his balls and he kissed down his wife's belly to her crotch. His tongue found the clit and she moaned softly, then louder as he pressed down.

"Carl! Carl!" Sharp flashes of lust sped from her cunt as her husband's tongue moved oyer it. The session in her ass had hurt, but it had also shown her the raw force of the man's lust. "I want you, Carl. Oh, God. I want you. I want your strength. Your cock. Oh, God. I want your cock, Carl. Your big, hard cock. I want it. Oh." Her hips moved up, her legs spread. Brenda moved her pussy below his mouth, slowly making a loose circle, turning slowly enough so his mouth could stay with her. Her hands caressed his back, sensed the power lurking in his body, traced the clean lines of muscles along his arms, across his broad shoulders. Her lust rose steadily, a burning entering her twat as she touched his body, felt his power, sensed the force within him.

"Ohhhhhhh." Brenda sighed deeply, heavily aroused by his hands, his mouth. "Ohhhhh, Carl, Carl. Yes." His tongue touched lightly on her most delicate flesh. His teeth played with her clit and she felt the desire of her body turn her cunt all creamy. "Carl!" Her fingernails raked his back.

Carl's teeth closed firmly in her crotch-hair. He jerked his head up sharply.

"Oww!" Brenda sat up, needles of bright pain across her snatch. "Damn it! That hurt!"

Carl yanked the curly dark hairs from his teeth. "I'm going down to the bar to get a drink." He stood up.

"I'm the man around here. We fuck when I feel like it. Not when you've got a hot pussy." He started to get dressed.

"You… you… you…" She leaped up, standing on the bed. "You slimy prick. You low, dirty son of a bitch!"