Chapter 10
Donna didn't know if she should tell Hollis about what had happened or not. Where even to begin? But something told her that if she didn't explain her new desires, their relationship might suffer.
But how do you tell a husband that you want to be tied up, raped, assaulted, humiliated?
Wouldn't that, in itself, ruin their marriage?
While she studied her quandary, Hollis sat beside her in the car, wondering how to approach Donna with his problem.
He'd met this woman in California that was a dream come true. Christ, what a fuck!
Not only had she begged for him to fuck her ass-something Donna wouldn't ever do-but she wanted to be tied up, assaulted, practically raped.
She had even suggested he pop her with his belt. He had, and he could still see her tits react to the whipping. They began swelling, her nipples like twin clits.
Her screams of anguish and ecstasy still echoed in his mind.
"Fuck my ass, you bastard!" she had begged. "Beat me ... fuck me ... screw my brains out!"
And he had loved it. Too much. In fact, he didn't know if he would ever be able to enjoy the mild forms of sex he and Donna had.
But how to tell her?
Donna looked at her husband. Mild-mannered Clark Kent. While he was pumping his ass up and down, merely fucking some woman gently, she had been savagely raped.
And that's what she wanted.
But how to tell him?
"Honey?" they said at the same time, then stopped.
"Yes?" Donna said.
"You ... uh, want to go to bed when we get home?" he asked.
"I sure do," Donna replied, excitement in her voice. "And you know what?"
"What's that?"
"I'd like for us to try something ... different," she said.
"Different?" he said, swallowing hard.
"Tell you what," Donna said, "let's make love my way one night, and then your way the next. OK?"
"You really mean that?" Hollis said, not bothering to hide his excitement.
"Sure do. But let's do it my way tonight," Donna said. "And let me tell you, I really want it different."
The thirty-five-minute drive from Dallas airport to Mansfield took a lot less time.
Donna pulled against the ropes at her wrists and screamed when the pain seared into her body. Her pussy was on fire, her ass shaking under the assault of his belt.
"Harder," she begged. "Hit me ... fuck me, you bastard!"
While Hollis fucked his cock brutally into her cunt he smacked her ass again with the wide leather belt.
"God, baby, you must have read my mind," he said, his lips against hers. "This is exactly what I want."
It had happened so quickly it took them both a few moments to realize what was going on. They had entered the house like two naughty children, and, before the front door was shut, Donna began tearing at his clothes. She then tore her own off and raced to the bedroom. She had thrust the ropes into his hands and ordered him to tie her up, assault her.
He had been so filled with hungry lust that he hadn't even bothered to question why the ceiling was half-caved in. He had thrown the rope over the exposed rafter and yanked her arms up until her toes barely touched the carpet. While she hung there, his cock was pounding his stomach like a slapping hand.
"Beat me ... take me," Donna had begged. "Use your belt. Hurt me, you bastard ... hurt me all over!"
As if in a dream, Hollis took his belt from his trousers and slapped it across her ass. Immediately, her cunt began oozing, wetting-up her pussy hairs with steaming fuck fluid.
"Hurry ... God, hurry up and fuck my pussy!" Donna yelled, thrusting her hips back and forth. "Give it to me ... "
"Why ... hurry?" Hollis said, again slapping her ass with the belt. "I ... I love fucking you like this, baby."
"I want you to screw my shitter!" Donna gasped. "Mmmmm, fuck me so hard there you blow out my brains!"
Hollis couldn't believe his ears. Fuck her in the ass? Begging him?
Oh, thank you, Jesus, thank you, he thought.
Hollis was doing everything she wanted, Donna thought. And even if he didn't enjoy it, he was certainly putting on a good act. And all for her.
"Fuck you in the ass?" Hollis grunted. "You mean that?"
"God ... yes," Donna panted, barely able to talk over the intensity of her climax. "I ... I want your cock-anything-up my ass. Stick the belt in there ... Christ, I want it ... I ... I need it!"
With shaking hands, Hollis forced the tip of the belt between her ass cheeks. Slowly, her asshole opened, then sucked on the leather.
"Ohhh ... yes ... it's almost as good as a cock," Donna groaned, flinching with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Holy ... fucking God!" Hollis gasped, wondering what had come over his wife. She was taking that belt like her life depended on it. What the Christ had happened in Florida? "I ... I'm almost there."
"Load me up, you bastard," Donna panted, licking the tip of her tongue over his parted lips. "Give me ... hot cum ... gallons of it ... "
As Hollis fucked his prick savagely to the hilt, he also shoved more of the belt inside her shitter. A split-second later, his cockhead burst with warmth. He held himself against her body for a few seconds, then began fucking violently in and out. When his climax peaked, he yanked the belt from her ass.
"Goddddddd!" Donna yelled, her orgasm so intense her teeth tingled. "Fuck ... fuckkk meeeee!"
As her husband's cum boiled from his cockshaft, then spat back along his probing prickshaft, Donna felt one wave of pleasure after another. Finally, she went limp, gasping for air.
"Ohhh ... Hollis ... that was wonderful," she moaned. "I ... I just wish you could fuck me like this every night."
"I just think I might." Hollis grinned. "And now for that ass?" he asked, hoping she hadn't changed her mind.
"Mmmh-mmm," Donna cooed. "And after that, I want to lick your cum off your cock."
Hollis didn't know what had happened to his wife the week they were apart, but whatever it was, he wished they'd done it long ago. To think he'd been missing all this for ten years.
He withdrew his greasy cock, then positioned himself behind her. When he cupped her ass cheeks, he felt his loins ache, throb with intense pleasure. His prick stood straight up, became glued to his stomach from the sticky film of jism.
"I hope this doesn't hurt you much," he whispered, biting the back of her neck, "but I'm gonna fuck it to you with one punch."
"I ... I want it to hurt," Donna gasped. "Mmmmm, I want to feel every ... aieeeee!"
Her words turned into a shriek of pain and pleasure combined as he fucked his entire slab of cock savagely into her asshole. But even before his cockhead throbbed against her spine, her pussy exploded with another convulsion of raw climax.
"Jesus ... fucking shit!" Hollis growled, grabbing her waist. He began jerking her ass back and forth while he fucked her ass brutally. "So ... tight ... hot ... I ... I think I could blow my fucking wad ... right now."
"Oh, not yet!" Donna panted. "Fuck me like this for a long time ... for hours ... days ... "
Hollis planted himself firmly inside her body, then began rocking them both back and forth. And as his cock melted into her flesh, it was almost as if they became one body.
"Christ ... this is perfect, sweetheart," he moaned, nipping at her neck with his bared teeth. "Nothing could be even halfway as good."
"Put your fingers in my cunt and scoop out some cum for me to eat," Donna said, feeling her throat yearn for his jism.
Hollis moved his hands to her middle and gouged his fingertips into her greasy cunt opening. His spent cum melted over his fingers, ran down his knuckles. He then slipped his hands upward, then against her mouth.
Donna gobbled down on his fingers like they were ten small cocks, eating off the delicious, pussy-flavored jism. As it burned the back of her throat, she felt her insides once more spasm with a massive burst of pleasure.
"Mmmmfffff!" she choked, sucking the entire length of his middle finger into her mouth.
When she had licked his fingers clean, Hollis went back to her cunt. He began tearing at the hole brutally, clawing at her sensitive membranes. Again he placed his cum-soaked hands against her mouth.
Finally, he could take the pleasure no longer. He began fucking in and out of her shitter with full force.
"Take it, you cum-licking slut," he growled, every muscle in his body flexing under the pressure of his fucking. "Right up ... here!"
Donna felt her guts crowd around his cock, then suck just like a starving throat. And when his cum-load buzzed from the root of his prickshaft, she gave a long silent scream, experiencing the full passion of their fucking.
"Fuckkkkkkkkk!" she wailed, finally getting her voice back. "Poke it to me ... gallons ... all the way up to my brains, you wonderful, delicious prick!"
"Unh ... take it, whore bitch," Hollis panted. "God ... every fucking drop ... Unhhhh ... here ... up ... fucking ... here!"
Soon, as the bulk of his cum-load flooded her shitter, and greasy puddle formed between Donna's legs, on the carpet. Her legs were glistening with his release, almost steaming from the intense heat.
"Yes ... yes ... God, yes," Donna said, then went limp. She exhaled loudly, then closed her eyes. "Mmmmmm, we did it my way, want to try it yours now?"
"Shit, baby, we just did," Hollis chuckled. "You mean ... you really liked it?"
"Loved it," Donna said. "And this is only the beginning."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I think we could try every trick in the book," Donna said, her voice quivering with renewed lust. "I just want you to defile me in every way you can imagine."
"Well, I sure can think of a lot of ways," Hollis said.
"Like what?" Donna teased, turning her head. She rolled the tip of her tongue over his lips. "Mmmmmm? How are you going to defile me?"
Hollis began showing her.