Robert Vickers - Hooker housewife

Denise managed to keep from laughing at the man. He positively bubbled over with drivel in his eagerness to fuck her. She couldn't care less whether anyone could hear what went on in the room or not. It didn't matter to her if all of Vegas heard her fucking this little twerp. She'd even do it on television right now. She wanted some money. Wally was handy and apparently willing.

Denise stumbled in, booze soaking into her brain. She surveyed the room and found it to be nothing exceptional. Conrad's room had been a lot classier. The man had been right about one thing, though. The narrow hallway and the positioning of the closets made the room almost totally soundproof. In addition to the regular noise deadening materials in the ceiling, the location insured quiet and lots of it.

Denise started to turn to say something to Wally when powerful hands shoved her to the bed. She bounced up and down on her face, protecting her nose slightly with her hands.

She rolled over and cried, "What's…"

Denise stopped in mid-sentence. Wally had stripped off his starched white shirt and bland tie. He stood before her, naked to the waist, his muscles rippling in the dim light of the room.

Whatever he was, he was no physical weakling. He was short, but he had muscles that a weight lifter would have been proud of.

Denise instantly noticed the change in the man's bearing. No longer timid, Wally seemed domineering. He flexed his muscles when he saw she was so intently studying him.

"Like what you see, slut?" He held out his right arm and the muscles seemed to dance up and down his limb.

"Uh… yeah, Wally, sure I do. You've got quite a bod. Uh… want to get on with the… uh…"

Denise was slapped viciously across the face. The impact of the blow knocked her back onto the bed. She cowered and held her injured cheek. The change in this man had been phenomenal. One minute he had been a mouse, something contemptible. Now she was frightened to death of him and what he might do to her.

"You whores are all the same. You see a good man's body, and you get all sticky in your filthy cunts. I bet you're oozing out your slime now, aren't you, bitch?"

Wally backhanded Denise again. As she cringed, waiting for another blow to follow, site felt his powerful fingers slipping under the neckline of her dress.

Wally jerked savagely, and Denise's flimsy dress split down the front. She started to protest the treatment. He shoved her back down and ripped again. With a third quick motion, he had completely torn her dress from her body.

She was naked before him except for her skimpy underwear.

Wally openly sneered. "You cunts are all the same. Look at that disgusting brassiere! It offends me!" With that, he shoved both hands under the cups of her bra. Denise momentarily excited to the feel of his hands rubbing against her nipples, then she gasped in pain. The agony of him ripping her bra off had left a welt across her once smooth, satiny back.

"And those!" Wally pointed to Denise's shocking pink panties. "I think those are disgusting! And you're wet in the crotch! You lust after me, you dirty whore!"

Wally wickedly tore those from Denise's hips. Her clothes lay in tatters all around the room. This man was more than she had bargained for. The fog from the booze had been burned from her mind with the first slap across her face.

"Look, Wally, I… I'll do whatever…"

He slapped her again.

In a voice as cold as polar ice, he said, "You will only call me Master. If you do anything that angers me, I shall be forced to discipline you."

"Now look here, Wally…" Denise began, her temper rising.

In a motion too quick for her to follow, Wally shoved her back to the bed, rolled her to her stomach and grabbed both of her slender wrists. He held them easily in one hand. With his other, he rummaged in the table beside the bed until he found the rope.

He quickly bound both of Denise's hands behind her back and stood to survey his handiwork. Denise lay face down on the softly yielding bed, shivering with fear. Her hands were cruelly lashed together with a piece of coarse hemp rope that Wally liked to use for such adventures as this.

The man couldn't take his eyes off Denise's bouncing ass. It seemed to call out to him in some way he didn't fully understand. Whatever it was, Wally was absolutely certain that it was because of something Denise was doing on purpose.

"You wanton whore! You are tempting me with that ass of yours! For that, you shall be severely punished!"

He took another length of the coarse rope and landed a stinging blow on Denise's butt. She winced with the sharp pain that knifed into her body. How had she gotten herself into such a predicament? Denise started to cry.

"Quiet, you filthy pig! Silence!"

Wally continued to land blow after stinging blow on Denise's pert, snowy white ass. He watched the red welts rise and crisscross her butt as he continued to beat her. He had to discipline her for being so sexually promiscuous. It was his duty.

Wally felt himself getting a hard-on as he whipped the tender asscheeks in front of him. His muscles rippled under his tanned skin. Then, a thin sheen of sweat formed on his body. It was warm in the room, and the exertion was making him sweat profusely.

Denise sobbed and buried her face into the soft bedspread. The pain was excruciating. She felt each slap of the coarse, rough rope as it landed on her rear end. The prickly feeling irritated sensitive skin, raised welts and made her acutely uncomfortable.

The brunette couldn't imagine why she had been singled out for this degrading punishment. Her body shrieked out in misery every time Wally landed a smarting blow to her ass, and she began to tense her muscles just before each blow.

Once, Wally surprised her. She cringed when no stinging blow was landed.

The man laughed harshly, "You cringe before your master. Admit it, bitch, admit that I am your master!"

When Denise said nothing, Wally put one of his feet against her leg and pulled at her other limb with his hands, trying to split her apart at the crotch.

She gasped, "Stop it! You're killing me! My cunt, oh, my cunt's being torn apart!"

Wally continued to apply slow pressure and split Denise in half. She tried to free her trapped legs but couldn't. He had her in a grip that she simply couldn't break.

"Please stop, ooohhh, please – MASTER!" she blurted out hoping that would give her the release she so desperately desired.

"So," Wally smirked, "you finally acknowledge me." He released her from the punishing grip, and her legs almost snapped together.

Denise cringed again when she felt his well muscled hand touch her thigh. She wanted nothing to do with this evil man, wanted only to escape his clutches. At that moment, Denise Stockton fervently wished she could be anywhere else in the world – even with that piss poor fucker, Ray!

Wally ran his hand slowly up the soft tenderness of Denise's creamy inner thigh. He delighted in the smoothness of her skin. As his hand touched her pussy, Wally discovered that her cunt was copiously flowing with juice.

"So, pig, your cunt waters for me, eh? Here's something for those slobbering lips!" he cried, brutally thrusting his fingers up her twat. Denise struggled to get away from him but was too hampered by the ropes binding her hands. On her belly, she couldn't move too well.

And, as much as she hated to admit it to herself, his finger felt good up her cunt. She had become so dependent on fucking that she'd willingly take it from anyone, even Wally after all he'd done to her.

"Please… Master! My cunt hurts so bad! Fuck me, please fuck me!"

Wally laughed and said, "I suppose you think that if you can become the lucky recipient of my supremely precious seed, I'll leave you alone then."