Chapter 1

It was a musky, stale smell that permeated the dingy room, hanging in the air like an invisible cloud. Boring beige paint unsuccessfully camouflaged the smudges on the walls left over from neglect. In the background, sounds of grunting and skin slapping against skin burst from the old television playing one of the many porn channels offered.

Mary Mangolin's chest rose and fell with each deep breath, sweat trickling like a brook through the valley between her breasts. She filled her lungs and let it out slowly in a prolonged swoosh of air. And then she took another deep breath, the release tickling her lips. Sprawled on the damp mattress, the distraught woman attempted to bring her legs together, but all her strength had been drained. She felt the leakage and clamped her eyes tight, but it was a losing battle. Sperm began dribbling and then flowing copiously from her red and swollen pussy. That shattered the dam holding back her tears which now ran freely down both sides of her face.

What have I done? she thought, her mind screaming accusingly.

Staring at the peeling paint, it took movement beside her to wrench her eyes from the ceiling. Her head turned slowly. In stark contrast, the man was breathing normally. He wasn't even sweating! How could he have fucked me so hard and not show it? A huge smile broke out on the man's face as if he had read her thoughts and Mary blushed. She wanted to snap her legs together -- she wanted to cover her naked body -- she wanted to look away -- but she couldn't.

The man shifted again, rising onto his elbow and leaning over Mary. His mouth captured the side of her pliant breast and nipped the flesh with his teeth, and then sucked hard. An uncontrolled moan escaped Mary's parted lips. She wanted him to stop, but couldn't tell him to, not even when he shifted and began sucking another area. He's purposely making hickies. How will I explain hickies on my breasts to my husband? Oh lord, my husband! I betrayed Jim! How could I?

Mary's hand slowly rose and cupped the back of the man's head, holding it softly as she moaned like a whore. It was so wrong -- but it felt so good.

"Oh god!" Mary cried out when he bit her nipple.

"God has nothing to do with it!"

When the man's mouth moved from her tit to speak, Mary felt a sudden emptiness. She pulled his head back down, knowing he would leave more marks. She'd figure something to tell her husband, but right now she needed the stranger's touch.

The man moved again, climbing partway onto her body. Mary felt his soft dick on her thigh, wet with their combined fluids. A sigh attested to her recollection of how hard it had pounded in and out of her pussy. Ashamed, she remembered how she had screamed, "Harder! Deeper! Faster!" as her own hips lifted to meet each thrust. Never had she acted that way with another man, not even her husband. "Cum in me," she had shouted when her third orgasm was upon her, locking her legs around the stranger's body.

What was she doing there? Her husband of just two days was deep sea fishing. She had convinced him to go.

"But it's our honeymoon," he had said. "I want to be with you."

"Honey, it's always been your dream. When will you have the chance again? At least anytime soon. Look, it must be fate. What are the odds that someone would stop us on the street and give us such a deal because of a last minute cancellation? I'll just hang around the hotel and be waiting for you when you come back."

Her husband knew she was right. He'd have sold his soul to catch a swordfish, and it seemed like an offer he couldn't refuse. So since it was okay with his new bride, he would go.

Jim had left very early and Mary quickly fell back asleep. When she awoke she stretched on the big bed, extending her arms straight into the air with fingers spread. Curling and uncurling her toes, Mary smiled only as a newlywed could. She felt wonderful. Her stomach gurgled a good morning causing her to giggle like the young girl she was. She had just graduated high school, got married, and hopped on a plane to Aruba. She stretched again and then washed up, put on a pair of shorts and tee-shirt, and went to the restaurant for breakfast -- not a care in the world.

She had just signed the check when she spotted the man. There was something about him that caused her to stare. The "tall, dark, and handsome" cliché seemed to have been created for him. Mary found herself breathing rapidly, almost panting, as her eyes were locked on the stranger. When he looked up and smiled, Mary gasped. He seemed to be able to read her mind. Her eyes instantly dropped to the table. She felt as nervous and insecure as she had the first time she was with a boy in that awkward moment when they realized there were differences between the sexes.

"Hello," the man said in a booming, authoritative voice.

Mary's eyes rose and locked on his. His almost black eyes were piercing, as if he could see into her soul. She desperately wanted to return to the safety of her room, but when he held out his hand she obediently took it and stood. Silently, he led her to his car and they drove away. Confused, but somehow not afraid, Mary wanted to ask him where they were going, but the words never came forth -- even when he led her into the dingy room in the shabby motel.

The man guided her to the bed where she timidly sat on the edge. She had been married just two days, in love with her husband, and was sitting on a bed in a stranger's room. Everything was happening in slow motion as the man walked to the TV and turned it on. It took a moment for the picture tube to warm up, but the sound came on instantly filling the room with grunts and moans; and then the screen brightened. Mary stared at the image of a woman on her hands and knees being fucked from behind while she sucked the long cock of a prone man. It should have disgusted her, and it would have at any other time, but Mary felt a tingle between her legs and her breathing quickened.

The man sat beside her on the bed and draped an arm across her shoulders. In silence, the two watched the porn movie, Mary getting more aroused with each passing second. So much so that when the man's hand cupped her breast, she leaned her head against his body and sighed loudly instead of pushing his hand away.

Mary felt an urge to see the stranger's cock. Is it as big as the man getting a blowjob? Mary had never thought anything like that before, but she had never behaved this way either.

Fumbling with his belt, she undid the stranger's pants. She pushed and pulled, getting frustrated until he lifted off the bed. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Mary yanked his pants down his legs and off. He wasn't wearing underwear.

There it was. His cock! Long and thick! But soft.

Mary lowered her face to his lap and licked his dick like a dog would the side of your face. The flat of her tongue swiped at his cock while she held it against his belly. Disappointed that it didn't instantly harden, Mary stuffed the dick into her mouth and sucked noisily. His cock grew so rapidly that it filled her throat, causing her to gag and jerk her head back.

"Don't stop. Take it all." Mary looked up into the man's black eyes, enthralled by his irresistible voice. "Go on, take it all."

Mary's brow furrowed. His lips weren't moving but she heard him crystal clear. Shrugging, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the long, hard cock. Leaning forward, her tightly pressed lips slid down the shaft. She felt her gagging reflex kick in, but was compelled to continue -- to do what the man demanded. Forcing herself to breathe through her nose, Mary's nostrils flared like a bull's ready to charge as her head continued downward, feeling the long cock slide into her throat. Holding him like that, her eyes rose to seek approval. His smile caused a rush of warmth through her body into the very depths of her soul.

Mary's mouth vigorously slid up and down the warm cock, her lips clinging to the saliva soaked shaft. Her nose continually crashed into his pubic hair, but she gagged only occasionally. She was fucking his dick with her throat, something she had never done -- or even considered doing. And then Mary suddenly stopped. Hot semen blasted down her throat. This time she couldn't refrain from choking as the gooey liquid spewed from her mouth and out her nose. She choked and coughed, trying to keep from drowning on the stranger's sperm.

Catching her breath, Mary wiped her mouth and nose with the back of her hand. Tasting sperm for the first time, she kept swallowing, trying to rid her mouth of the substance. In the background, she heard the actor in the porn movie yell out, "Yeah, drink it, slut!" which brought her back to reality. She was in a motel room with a stranger on her honeymoon, and had just sucked his cock, swallowing his semen like a slut.

Mary felt rage and guilt, and was about to stand up and storm out of the room when the man's hand rested on the top of her head. He wasn't holding her down. In fact, his hand was just barely touching her. But Mary remained on her knees like an obedient dog.

"Take off your clothes. I want to see your naked body."

Mary was appalled. She knew she should bolt from the room and run like a rabbit until safely at her hotel, but she pulled her tee-shirt over her head as she stood. Her bra was quickly tossed onto the tattered, stained carpet, and then she opened and pushed down her shorts and panties in one motion. Stepping out of them, Mary stood in front of the man with her hands at her sides. She was showing him her naked body. She didn't want to, and couldn't understand why she had undressed, but didn't attempt to cover her nudity.

Aghast, with eyes wide open and her breath held, Mary watched the man's hand coming closer, and when his fingers pinched her right nipple it felt like an electrical shock. Her body shuddered, her eyes closed, and she moaned. When he moved to her other nipple, Mary looked at the abandoned one and saw it standing erect. And then she felt the same sensation in her left nipple.

"They're ready to be sucked. Go on, suck your nipples," the man said.

Cupping the underside of both breasts and pushing them up, Mary lowered her chin and captured one nipple between her lips. She had never done it before, but sucked like a hungry, newborn baby. Mary's head shifted back and forth as she switched from one hard nipple to the other.