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She never got a chance to finish her sentence, for she screamed,
involuntarily, as he brutally seized her by the wrist and, with a
strength she never dreamed he possessed, pulled her to him and then
snapped her out, across the room, hurtling toward the bed. He snapped
her with an incredible strength, tossed her as if she were a child on
the end of snap-the-whip; she literally flew through the air until her
knees hit the edge of the bed, and momentum flung her forward ---down
on her face and stomach to the mattress.

She bounced up from the sudden impact, but the aroused engineer was on
her from the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping themselves on the
back of her neck like steel bands. They hurt a lot, made her cry out
and be afraid to move, as he forced her back face down on the bed. His
other hand groped for the negligee and she felt and heard it rip as he
impatiently clawed at it until he had torn every last shred away. Now
she was pinned helplessly down on the bed, the covers rubbing against
her nipples that were extraordinarily sensitive from his
ministrations. His heavy breathing was a combination of things:
alcohol, exertion, and a growing, yammering, exulting passion. A horny
wildness was coursing through his blood and pounding on the iron-hard,
heavily-flanged head of his cock that throbbed so hard that it ached.

He looked down at his wife, at the hollow of her back and the way it
arched up to where her shoulder blades stuck out like incipient
angel's wings. He stared, almost drooling, at the creamy whiteness of
her flesh, at the fullness of it, especially the wonderfully
extravagant way her ripe, full buttocks blossomed into twin mounds of
succulent white flesh that were now, before his eyes, squirming, and
undulating before his eyes.

Making an animal sound in his throat, he lifted her head from the bed,
causing her to arch her back even more. Two tiny dimples appeared in
the middle of her supplely-fleshed ass cheeks.

With his mouth twisted into a drunken shark-like smile, Hank watched
as Kim worked her hands and arms under her and pushed up slightly,
taking some of the pain off her tortured neck. She winced and tried to
hold her head erect as she gasped. "Hank, y... you... you are
hurting... mmmmeee!"

It was a plea, a plea that ended in a squeal because he was hurting
her. His neck hold was pressing against nerves, and she had to have
some relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her
torso a little more. In so doing, her breasts were tightly squeezed
between her arms, creating a deep warmly shadowed cleavage.

Hank was looking at the creamy twin cheeks of her buttocks and the
darkly Inviting crevice separating them. Watching them move and form
with Kim's struggles to relieve the neck-pressure, the rapaciously
aroused engineer gloated as he saw her flesh ripple and the buttocks
go firm and full, firm and full! Damn, it was wild to see! Damn!
Hadn't he always wanted to! Damn!

He was wildly drunk and driven by a real whorehouse abandon. He had
always wanted to go to a brothel, he had always wanted to buy the
whole fucking place out and get just drunk enough not to care...
especially not caring because of the fore-knowledge that none of the
prostitutes, no one in the whorehouse would ever see him again. With
all that in mind, with all those things gong for him plus a pounding
all-powerful horniness; with all those things going for him, he could,
just once, let himself go and do as he damned pleased!

Over his wife's nakedly tormented body, he hooked his hands between
her tightly clenched legs. Holding his fingers stiff, he drove it
between her thighs while he held her pinned in place face down with
his iron grip on her neck.

"Hank, my God! Pleeeeaaaasssseee!"

Alcohol drifted like smoke over his brain, and his temples pounded
with the brutal lust he felt heatedly boding through his body and
hammering in his groin. It was a good whore he had here on the bed and
the night was his. Shit, they didn't even know his name in this
cathouse. He could do as he pleased. Someday, he would confess to Kim
that he had gone to a whorehouse this night, and that he had fucked a
prostitute with wild flame hair who looked just like her. Yes! That
was it, this bitch here looked just like his wife - his cold, frigid
wife with about as much sex drive as a capon chicken!

Somehow that thought was too much for Hank. Here was a common whore
who looked just like Kim and he could do all the things to her he
never dared do with his wife... and, best of all, he could pretend
this slut was Kim! The thought was delightfully dirty to him and he
gave a harsh laugh. After all, he was paying her well, and he would
never see her again, and he was just drunk enough to do a couple of
interesting things he'd always wanted to try.

He let go of his wife and lurched backward, losing his balance and
staggering back like a punch drunk fighter as he ripped his shirt off,
heedless of the buttons popping on the floor like broken teeth.

Kim spun on the bed to face him, kneeling with arms crossed over her
nakedly full breasts, her long red hair hanging down like dark rich
tongues of flame licking at her shoulders and breasts. Her hair framed
her face in loose natural ringlets which gave her face the bawdy
careless look of a teasing whore. Her arms crossed over her breasts
only drew attention to their fleshy fullness as they swelled firmly to
become tantalizing warm orbs ballooning upward. "My God! Hank, do you
understand me? Kim! I'm Kim! Do you understand? Talk to me!"

She shrank back from him, really afraid now, her neck hurting while
her eyes darted about, looking for an escape. She must get through to
him or get away. He was berserk, wild, not the same man she married!

He tossed his shirt away, breathing loudly through his nose and
feeling his body covered with a hot sexual sweat. He grinned at his
wife as he staggered around taking his pants off. Good! He liked these
whores a little afraid; he liked to see one cowering in fright before
him, her thighs tightly clenched together, her sparse red pubic hair
wedged tight at the "V" of her groin, her breasts all bunched up like
white straining balloons as she tried to hide them. He laughed aloud
as he saw the halos of her nipples peeking like pale pink half-moons
over the edge of her protecting arms.

"Hank, you have to hear me! If you don't stop, I'm going to call for
help!"

He paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked in his shorts. What the hell
was this slut saying, what was she getting at? This was his party, he
had paid for it. Wasn't he leaving for South America in the morning?
He sure was, and no one, nobody, not one soul in this whorehouse would
ever see him again. He grinned, bleary-eyed and unfocused, at Kim
nakedly crouched on the bed in front of him. "Tonight's my night to
howl," he said, his words slurred.

"Hank, you don't know what you're saying."

"Sure do. 'Sall fixed with the madam. Don't you... you worry."

"You've had too much to drink, now come to bed."

He saw Kim brush her hair back behind one creamy shoulder and saw her
ripe, full breasts jiggle enticingly as she leaned back and pulled the
covers down, her long slender legs straightening out as she started to
lie down. She smiled tolerantly and sweetly, and she urged him to bed.
"Come, darling, you need some sleep."

She misunderstood his grin, thinking she had finally gotten through to
him and that he understood her. The young wife had no way of knowing
that all Hank saw was a wildly sensual looking chippie inviting him to
bed. He yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it
over his huge, throbbingly erect penis.

Kim suddenly was frightened as she looked at his massive hardness. She
had never before, in their short marriage life, gotten such a good
look at it. Always, before, she had seen it while he was changing
clothes or coming from the shower, and then it had always been limp
and hanging. She always insisted that all lights be out, that the room
be in total darkness before they made love. Those nights they had
grappled and groped in pitch black darkness, and she had been forced
to feel his heatedly pulsating shaft with her hand; she would feel it
and recoil from its size and heat and hardness. She would feel it
between her legs crudely pushing and hurting, into her tightly
stretched little vagina like a thick club, a coarse battering ram.

Now, her fingers flew to her mouth as she saw the full immensity of
maledom throbbing so menacingly in front of her in the lamplight.
Thick veins snaked along its tree-stump shaft; the lust-swollen head
was bulging and a deep red where it was blood-filled. The head was
spread like a cobra's head and shone in the light with its swelling
thickness. It hung away from his body and swung heavily toward her, as
if it were sensing her. His hairy, sperm-bloated balls hung low, and
he stood in front of her a frightening specimen of masculine sexuality
with layered slabs of muscles on his stomach like Roman armor, and his
chest bulging hard and flat, and the veins standing out in his biceps
and oak- like arms. He had told her about his working out at the
Pacheco Club in Monterey and she believed him. His muscles glistened
now with sex-sweat and booze. A shudder of admiration combined with
fear went through her.



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