before. The back part acted like a piece of floss between her butt
cheeks. She had to fight the urge to pull at it as she walked back out into the
room.
Buzz sat on the edge of the bed, legs draped over the side. He
turned on the portable CD player he brought in with them then leaned back on
his elbows and motioned to her to begin.
Timidly, she started to sway to the music. She had no idea what to
do with her arms and hands so she held them rigid at her sides. Her
apprehension mounted as she gazed at the man on the bed and watched a growing
displeasure consume his features.
“Husbands and wives shouldn’t have a problem performing for each
other,” he rumbled. “Just listen to the music and let it move you.”
She closed her eyes and pictured women at a strip club. If she
could mimic what her mind imagined they did, perhaps that would please him, and
she wouldn’t be so afraid. She shifted and turned and undulated to the beat
coming from the speakers. A satisfied groan came from the bed. She snuck a
peak. His eyes were hooded and full of a look she couldn’t put a name to. She
froze.
“Did I tell you to stop? No, I didn’t. You call yourself a dancer.
Some dancer you turned out to be. Get moving.”
She shut her eyes and resumed her movements. Minutes later, she
had slipped out of the top and panties and was about to undo a garter
attachment when he stopped her.
“Stay as you are and come kneel before me. I want you to free my
cock and go down on me.”
“Go down on you?” she asked rooted to her spot, her nipples
hardened from a draft in the room.
“Woman, why do I have to explain every God damn thing to you? Get
your ass over here, unzip my pants and suck my cock.”
The alarm and fear she experienced from before returned. Not
wanting to undergo a wrath from him she could only envision, she knelt before
him, undid his pants and pulled his sex out from under his clothing. The
appendage was long and thick. It throbbed hotly in her hand, and only for a
second did she wonder how it would fit in her mouth. Since she didn’t want to
dally at this task and risk him becoming angrier , she slipped the silky organ into her mouth. Above her, Buzz
sucked in a stream of air. He grabbed the back of her head and directed her in
what needed to be done.
“This is the one and only time I will tell you how to do this,” he
continued. “I want a willingly submissive wife who knows how to please me.”
She stroked the shaft with her tongue, teasing the rim of the
head. After several moments of enticing it in such a manner, she took it fully
in her mouth and drew on it as one would drag on a cigarette. She continued the
ministrations, as he instructed, for what seemed like an eternity, and wondered
how much longer she could keep up the act.
As if reading her thoughts, he gripped her hair tighter in both
hands and pushed himself in further. She gagged several times as he continued
to thrust and, just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out
and excreted a sticky, white substance onto her face.
“Go clean yourself up,” he ordered,
taking off his shirt.
She wiped at the thick jizz, trying not to cry in front of him,
and went into the bathroom to weep and wash off his fluid. When she came back
out, he was in his underwear asleep on the bed.
So much for a wedding night . Hope dressed herself
in her t-shirt and lay down on the bed. What she did to him, she had wanted to
do to Alden as her first, but she counted her blessings. At least she was still
pure for when she was able to get away and get back to Alden.
The next morning and for
the rest of the tr ip, she didn’t speak to the man who, in all respects, had
kidnapped her. The next night he had her pleasure him again at another dodgy
motel. A few times she thought of asking him why he didn’t take her as a
husband should, but with the way he had been so irate, she didn’t want to
provoke him further with questions.
In the middle of
cheeks. She had to fight the urge to pull at it as she walked back out into the
room.
Buzz sat on the edge of the bed, legs draped over the side. He
turned on the portable CD player he brought in with them then leaned back on
his elbows and motioned to her to begin.
Timidly, she started to sway to the music. She had no idea what to
do with her arms and hands so she held them rigid at her sides. Her
apprehension mounted as she gazed at the man on the bed and watched a growing
displeasure consume his features.
“Husbands and wives shouldn’t have a problem performing for each
other,” he rumbled. “Just listen to the music and let it move you.”
She closed her eyes and pictured women at a strip club. If she
could mimic what her mind imagined they did, perhaps that would please him, and
she wouldn’t be so afraid. She shifted and turned and undulated to the beat
coming from the speakers. A satisfied groan came from the bed. She snuck a
peak. His eyes were hooded and full of a look she couldn’t put a name to. She
froze.
“Did I tell you to stop? No, I didn’t. You call yourself a dancer.
Some dancer you turned out to be. Get moving.”
She shut her eyes and resumed her movements. Minutes later, she
had slipped out of the top and panties and was about to undo a garter
attachment when he stopped her.
“Stay as you are and come kneel before me. I want you to free my
cock and go down on me.”
“Go down on you?” she asked rooted to her spot, her nipples
hardened from a draft in the room.
“Woman, why do I have to explain every God damn thing to you? Get
your ass over here, unzip my pants and suck my cock.”
The alarm and fear she experienced from before returned. Not
wanting to undergo a wrath from him she could only envision, she knelt before
him, undid his pants and pulled his sex out from under his clothing. The
appendage was long and thick. It throbbed hotly in her hand, and only for a
second did she wonder how it would fit in her mouth. Since she didn’t want to
dally at this task and risk him becoming angrier , she slipped the silky organ into her mouth. Above her, Buzz
sucked in a stream of air. He grabbed the back of her head and directed her in
what needed to be done.
“This is the one and only time I will tell you how to do this,” he
continued. “I want a willingly submissive wife who knows how to please me.”
She stroked the shaft with her tongue, teasing the rim of the
head. After several moments of enticing it in such a manner, she took it fully
in her mouth and drew on it as one would drag on a cigarette. She continued the
ministrations, as he instructed, for what seemed like an eternity, and wondered
how much longer she could keep up the act.
As if reading her thoughts, he gripped her hair tighter in both
hands and pushed himself in further. She gagged several times as he continued
to thrust and, just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled out
and excreted a sticky, white substance onto her face.
“Go clean yourself up,” he ordered,
taking off his shirt.
She wiped at the thick jizz, trying not to cry in front of him,
and went into the bathroom to weep and wash off his fluid. When she came back
out, he was in his underwear asleep on the bed.
So much for a wedding night . Hope dressed herself
in her t-shirt and lay down on the bed. What she did to him, she had wanted to
do to Alden as her first, but she counted her blessings. At least she was still
pure for when she was able to get away and get back to Alden.
The next morning and for
the rest of the tr ip, she didn’t speak to the man who, in all respects, had
kidnapped her. The next night he had her pleasure him again at another dodgy
motel. A few times she thought of asking him why he didn’t take her as a
husband should, but with the way he had been so irate, she didn’t want to
provoke him further with questions.
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