Robert Vickers - Hooker housewife

In spite of the pain dancing through her body, Denise watched the couple passionately wrestle on the bed. She had never witnessed an odder fuck in her life.

Ralph obviously found it painful to shove his prick through the leather strap before entering his wife's cunt. And it couldn't possibly have been comfortable being crushed against the brass studs in the leather straps that crossed Sonya's body. Yet Ralph didn't seem to mind. Quite the contrary.

And Sonya enjoyed the odd coupling, too. Her head was tossed back, a platinum cascade of hair on the bed. The look of sheer carnal delight on her face told Denise the entire story. Sonya's tits were compressed and were no doubt being cut by the leather straps. The pressure of Ralph's forceful fucking into her pussy had to rub that leather strap against her delicate genitals. Her pussylips were compressed and the leather had to rub against her clit.

Neither could be comfortable, but both were intensely enjoying the fuck. Denise marveled at the pair.

As Sonya climaxed, Ralph continued to fuck hard and fast through the leather strap. Then his own climax seized control of his body and towed him about. His hips seemed to take over the fucking. Denise watched his hairy rump become a wild pile driver thrusting in and out of Sonya's blonde snatch.

Sated, the pair lay exhausted in each others arms. Then, Denise began to realize that she had been ignoring the pain in her own body. The fascination of watching the two fuck had robbed the dildoes of their pain giving abilities. And even her arms and shoulders were ignored for a brief moment.

Now, all of her body began to scream out in mad agony.

"Please, please let me down!" Denise pleaded.

Ralph looked at the captive woman. His cock was limp again, dangling between his hairy thighs. As if performing some sort of unpleasant act, he heaved himself off the bed and undid the knots holding Denise upright.

Her leg muscles were too cramped to hold her. Denise collapsed to the floor, a pile of tortured flesh. The first thing she did was to pull out the two dildoes. Those hideously contrived gadgets relieved most of the torment in her bowels and belly.

Ralph tossed her two fifty-dollar bills and her clothing. "Here's your money. You're better than most. Now get lost. The wife and me want to screw some more."

Denise dressed in record time and got the hell out of Ralph and Sonya's room. The last thing she heard as she closed the door was the slap, slap, slap of a whip on bare flesh.

Denise rushed back to the lobby, glad to be free of Ralph and Sonya's room. All things considered, the brunette was sure she had come out of this scene in a lot better condition than she had from the spooky one with the sadistic Wally.

Still…

She shivered as she thought of all the thing that could have been done to her. Instead of kissing her while she was strung up like a side of been in a freezer, Ralph could have just as easily burned her with lighted cigarettes. Or Sonya could have whipped her with that vicious looking black snake whip she had on the bedside table. Or Ralph could have pissed on her. Or… The thoughts were far too grim for her to bear without cringing openly.

As Denise walked out into the lobby, the vulture of an assistant manager descended on her again as if she were some succulent piece of rotting carrion. She decided to get the upper hand on him and keep him on the defensive.

Before he could say a single word to her, she asked in her loudest and haughtiest tones, "I say, you there! If I make a payment, say a hundred or so on my room bill, could you at least allow me the courtesy and the dignity of changing into fresh undergarments? You have my room padlocked, you know."

The manager's eyes slitted as he suspiciously eyed her. He said, "You're in to us for over two hundred right now. A hundred dollars wouldn't even pay half of your bill. But," he hastily added, "I'll gladly accept the money against payment in full."

"I'm sure you'd be glad to take anything you could weasel out of me. Can I get into my room if I make the payment? Otherwise you'll have to go begging until my husband arrives tomorrow." It was pure bluff on Denise's part, but she had nothing to lose and potentially had everything to gain.

"All right." The man was only too eager to take her money. And Denise was left penniless again, but she had regained access to her room and her luggage. A small thing, perhaps, but it gave her the chance to slip out on the balance of the bill and stick that bastard Clark with over a hundred bucks in unpaid room tabs.

As the lovely brunette spun on her heel to go up to her room, a man dressed in a business suit came up to her. His sandy hair hung in a wave across his forehead. He virtually reeked responsibility – and money. Denise did not recognize him as the man who had been so intently watching her in the bar.

"Hello. My name's Dick," he said without preamble.

"How nice for you." Denise started to walk away.

"Want a hundred and fifty bucks? I like your looks a hell of a lot." The man's voice sent shivers up and down Denise's supple spine. That was a lot of money to be offering anyone just for a simple fuck. And he was so pleasant and supremely self-confident. The thought of getting that much money to help her blow this town entirely was a very big temptation.

"What do you want from me? Obviously, you must have some very special tastes if you have to start the bidding at a hundred and fifty."

"What do you think you'd have to do for it? Stand on your head and whistle German beer-drinking songs? I've just never seen a chick as lovely as you before in my life. This is my vacation and I figured I might as well spend my money doing thins I wanted to do. I've never fucked anyone as pretty as you. And you've got a hell of an attractive ass, you know."

"You certainly lay it on the line, don't you?"

"I really prefer to get laid in a bed."

Denise had to smile. The dollar signs ran through her mind and finally convinced her of the man's sincerity. This guy looked okay. He didn't seem to have the furtiveness of some of the others she'd come across – like Wally.

"Come on up to my room."

The sandy haired man took her am and they went up to Denise's room, the brunette feeling very glad that she had ransomed the key so they would have a place to screw.

In a flash, they were both stark naked and in bed. Dick's hands began to rove and explore over Denise's body, finding the hidden delights between her legs and fondling the firm, upturned tits with their ruddy nipples.

He suddenly stopped and said in a loud voice, "Damn! I bet you want your money, don't you?"

"Afterwards, Dick, afterwards. Don't sweat it now." Denise was getting hot for the man. He had a good body, and his cock was something to behold – and to hold tightly! It was a huge pillar of man meat that could give her all the erotic pleasure she so desperately needed now after two consecutive and very humiliating experiences. The deal with Wally, then with Ralph and Sonya needed erasing. And a good fuck was the best cure that Denise could think of.

"No, I'll let you have the money now." Dick vaulted up and out of bed and went to the closet where he had hung his trousers. As he fumbled in his wallet, Denise never heard him quietly open the door. Dick peered out for a second, then, satisfied with what he saw, he quickly took the money and went back to the brunette.

Dick stood and looked at Denise's naked beauty for a moment, then said, "Here, I'll just put the money in your handbag. If you want to count it, fine."

"I trust you enough, Dick. Now come back here and fuck me!"

Dick smiled wickedly and said, "With pleasure. You're going to get fucked over like you wouldn't believe!"