"Me?" he asked.

"Terry you know about my husband James and what happened. Well, I haven't… been with a man since the accident. And I don't want you to think I came down here looking for some tropical fling. 

"Finding someone to fool around with was the furthest thing from my mind, you have to believe me. I'm not the type of girl who likes one night stands and I don't just sleep with the first guy who catches my eye," she said.

"I know that, Emily. I never took you for one of those types," he said.

"Yes, and you were wonderful, you never pressed for anything, and you didn't even try to kiss me good night. That was very special to me," she said.

"Well, I just…" he began.

"Please let me finish. It was very special that you didn't try to ‘make a move on me' but the problem is I really like you. When I went into the bathroom at the restaurant, it wasn't because I had to go, it's because I needed to get away; I needed to clear my head. 

"And I have been in my room since we got back trying to do the same thing. Terry, I have never met anyone like you since my James, and you have my head swimming. I don't know what to do or what to feel. Part of me wants to run and hide from you, and part of me…"

Terry knew what was next. But to spare her the awkwardness of having to come out and say it, he simply stood up without saying a word. He pulled her up to him and wrapped her in his arms. He leaned in and kissed her long and deep, pulling her into him.

Emily melted. "Oh God" she moaned into his waiting mouth. She felt his probing tongue at her lips and she parted them, opening her mouth and inviting him in. Emily felt safe and secure in Terry's arms and she yielded herself to his embrace. 

She ran her hands over his strong arms, feeling the rippling power that lay under his warm skin. She could also feel something else, a bulge growing in a very particular place and it made her even more wet as she felt the power of this "muscle" growing larger and harder. Her pulse began to race and her breathing increased as he devoured her with his kiss.

Terry's hands were doing their own reconnaissance. As he kissed her, his hands slowly wandered down Emily's back, eventually settling on her well-rounded ass. He gently squeezed it, feeling the supple flesh under her dress as his fingers dug in. 

Emily moaned again as she felt his hands on her rump and she moved closer. Terry took this as an invitation to continue so he caressed her round, firm ass cheeks; sometimes softly and gently, sometimes rougher. Emily loved how he switched back and forth, sighing when he was gentle and then gasping as his hands got rougher.

She was moaning louder now, her apprehension now replaced with a growing burning desire. While the misgivings over whether she should be doing this and if she was cheating on her husband still remained, they had quieted considerably and taken a back seat to her own lustful need.

"Oh Terry," she gasped as she broke their kiss momentarily. That was the cue he needed to move ahead to the next level. Without any warning, he pulled back from Emily and then bent her over so that her hands were placed on the bed. 

His hands slid down her sides to her hips and then down to her thighs. Emily expected him to move lower and caress her nylon-encased legs, but he surprised her by moving his hands back up, pushing her dress up with them!

"Ohhh, Gaaawd!" Emily moaned, knowing now what he was doing.

Terry pushed the tight slinky dress up over her hips to the small of her back where it stayed. He smiled when he saw her skimpy panties, red to match her dress. With his index finger, he traced the edge of the garment, so softly she could barely feel it. 

She shuddered as he moved down the side of the panties, closer to her smoldering core. She knew she was wet and she knew he knew as well. Her aroma wafted up to both of their nostrils, inflaming her and enticing him.

Terry leaned forward and kissed the backs of her thighs, just under her panties, his lips brushing softly against her skin. Emily moaned again–this man was driving her crazy with his teasing!

"Please Terry…" she whimpered.

"Please what? Tell me what you want," he said.

"Please… I want you… inside me," she said softly.

"No. Not yet Emily," he said. He slid his hands up her ass and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. Emily felt a flood of juices fill her pussy as she felt her panties coming down. She clenched two handfuls of the bedspread in anticipation of whatever would come next.

Terry wasted no time in showing her, either. As soon as Emily's panties were at her ankles, he put a hand on each of her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and revealing her glistening pussy and her tight, crinkled asshole. He dove in without a moment's hesitation, pushing his face deep between those creamy cheeks and his tongue shot out in search of her delectable delights.

"OHMYGOD!!" Emily squealed as she felt his tongue part her swollen pussy lips and dive into her warm, wet depths. Instinctively she pushed back, trying to get his squirming tongue deeper inside her as she moaned in pleasure at what he was doing to her.

Terry ate her pussy like he was starving and she was a T-bone steak. He licked and lapped at her juicy peach, his tongue searching out every sweet drop of nectar she had to offer. She squirmed and writhed as his tongue touched her most special spots, each one driving her further and further out of her mind.

Emily was enjoying the heavenly bliss that Terry's tongue provided but she was about to enter a whole new realm of erogenous excitement. 

Terry pulled back a bit and introduced two fingers into her sopping hole, pushing them deep into her and wiggling the tips around inside her. With his thumb, he rubbed her protruding clit adding even more stimulation while his tongue moved back to rim her puckered asshole.

Emily went nuts with these added distractions. She clawed at the bed, squirming and twisting, trying to get away from the relentless tormenting. She climbed further up onto the bed, but that only served to raise her ass to a better, easier to access, level. 

Terry threw his free arm around her thighs, trapping her in place and pulling her towards him. Emily was a captive and helpless to avoid or prevent Terry's tongue from its diabolical work.

"Oh, Terry! Oh, I'm gonna cum! Please make me cum! Please, please make me cum!" Emily cried.

Hearing Emily's pleas spurred him on and he renewed his feasting on her with even more vigor. Emily thrashed about, twisting and turning frantically, but it was no use. Within moments of her pleading, she reached the precipice of her orgasm and plunged over it into the void.

"OHHHFUUUCCCKK!! I'M CUUMMMINNNGGG!!" she shrieked and poured her juices out onto the bed and the carpeted floor of the hotel room. She bucked and pitched and writhed as a tremendous orgasm took control of her body, wringing her out like a wet mop. 

For several long moments, she acted like a woman possessed until finally, she collapsed in a heaving, sweat-drenched pile on the bed, panting like an overheated dog and moaning unintelligible words.

Terry took advantage of Emily's weakened condition to remove the rest of his clothes. Emily watched him through lust-fogged eyes although she was in no condition to stop him even if she wanted to. 

He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and then his boxers. As he removed his boxers, Emily got the first look at what was causing the bulge in his pants earlier. Terry sported an admirable sized cock, not porn star size, but one which would definitely get a girl's attention! 

Emily smiled weakly as he displayed his manhood for her, knowing that very soon she would feel it deep inside her.

Terry gave her a couple more minutes to recover until he saw that she was back with him again. He didn't want to wait too long and have her lust fire die down too much, but he wanted her sensible enough to enjoy things. 

When he thought the time was right, he helped her up, steadying her as he removed her dress completely, kissing and caressing her newly bared-skin as he went. He carefully laid the dress on the unused bed so it wouldn't get too wrinkled, then turned back to her.

Emily watched, biting her lip as he unfastened the front hook of her bra and peeled it apart, revealing her luscious D-cup breasts, their nipples hard as pencil erasers and eager to be sucked and licked. 

Terry licked his lips as he took a breast in each hand marveling at how the creamy pale flesh molded between his fingers as he squeezed them. He licked first one nipple then the other and Emily moaned again.

She put her fingers on either side of his head, guiding him to her hard, aching nipples, longing to be sucked and he took one into his mouth. He sucked on the tender morsel nibbling at it with his teeth, gently biting it and trapping it for his tongue to tease it.

Emily swayed as once again he sent her mind reeling it erotic bliss. She could feel her pussy dripping and her juices running down her legs as he made a meal of her sweet breasts. Terry was doing everything right and Emily knew that she would soon be standing on the edge of forever again.

Terry was perfectly happy chewing on her tender nipples and could have stayed there all day, but another part of him wanted in on the action as well. His cock, which had been hard and ready to play, was now screaming to get in the game. 

He wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock just as much. So with a parting nibble to each of her hard buds, laid her on the bed and climbed onto the bed himself, positioning himself over her.

Terry knelt there between her splayed legs rubbing his hard cock in the slit of her drooling pussy. He ran it up and down the slit, getting the shaft slick with her juices as well as teasing her with his hardness. 

Emily moaned and whimpered as he showed her just what was in store for her. When he felt he was lubricated enough, he pointed the head of his cock at her eager hole.

He pushed her pussy lips apart, stopping just at the entrance to her tunnel. "Do you want this?" he asked playfully.

"Yesss," she moaned.

"Ask me," he said.

"Please… please give me your cock," she whimpered.

"You don't sound very convincing. I think you can beg better than that!" he said. He reached down and fingered her clit for a moment to encourage her. "Now show me how much you want this cock!" he growled.

"Please Terry! Please! I need you I need your cock inside me, please!" Emily said, more urgently.

"I don't know… I'm still not sure you want it bad enough. That was better, but I think you can plead more persuasively. C'mon, tell me how badly you want this cock!" he said, using his hard cock to spank her pussy and clit.

"Oh God, Terry! Please please fuck me! I want your cock in my pussy now! Please please fuck me! Oh God, pleeeease!" Emily cried, near to tears by now. She humped up at him showing him how badly she needed him.

Terry smiled, now she was ready. He moved over her and took both her wrists, pinning them to the bed over her head. He moved his hips until he was in line with her opening and then pushed forward. He stopped just as the head of his cock touched the rim of her tunnel and then he pushed fully into her in one slick thrust.

"FUUUCK!!" Emily gasped as she felt him opening her flower. He slid deeper and deeper as she stretched to accommodate his size. He was bigger than she remembered James as being, but it had been so long she couldn't really compare them. 

All she knew was that it felt wonderful to be filled again. Emily arched her back as he plowed into her, her hands grasping at she searched for something to hang on to as her world spun away.

Terry didn't stop pushing into her until he felt himself bottom out against her cervix. He didn't pause there either, but instead began immediately withdrawing himself. 

When he pulled completely out of her, Emily felt a strange emptiness and loneliness, as if he had left her in the room by herself. Her loneliness was short-lived, however, as he quickly returned and began pushing back into her once more.

Terry then began pumping in and out of her, slowly at first, letting her feel every bump and every inch of his hard throbbing cock.

Then, as the tempo between them built, he moved faster until he was fucking her with an almost maniacal frenzy. He pumped in and out of her as fast as he could and her moans had run together into an almost constant wail.

Emily could feel her orgasm building and she knew that if Terry kept up this pace she would soon plunge into that abyss again. Terry could sense her urgency as well and it encouraged him to increase his efforts. Before long he heard the words he was waiting to hear from her.

OHHH, GOD! I'M CUUUMMMINGGG!! she cried out just as her dam broke and she poured pussy juices out again, making the wet spot she had made before even larger. 

This time Terry was determined to make her orgasm one to remember and he kept up the pace, plunging in and out of her as she came. With the thumb of one hand, he rubbed her throbbing clit vigorously, sending even more information to her lust-addled brain.

Terry kept up the pressure on Emily, drawing out this orgasm to maddening lengths. Emily came over and over again and she was getting exhausted from the strain.

"Please! Please, Terry, I need… I need to rest!" she said. He made her cum one last time and then he pulled out, letting Emily rest, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. He watched over her as she recovered a bit. 

But he was anxious to get his own release now, and as soon as she had gotten a bit of her strength back, he turned her sideways on the bed, allowing her head to fall off the edge of the bed a bit. This would give him a good angle for him to do something he loved doing–face fucking!

Terry wasn't sure that Emily would be into something so rough and savage, but he figured he didn't have anything to lose, and Emily seemed more open to the idea than some of the other girls he had known. He'd known a few girls who were into it, but they were few and far between. Most girls liked giving blowjobs, but this was the extreme of that.

This involved the woman allowing her mouth and her face to become a hole for him to jack off into. There would be no trying to please him, no ‘Am I doing this right?'. 

She would simply open her mouth and allow him to fuck it as if it was just another hole to fill. He would shove his cock in however he felt, as deep as he felt, and at the rhythm, he felt. She was only there to provide the portal.

But as it turned out, being a ‘portal' was exactly what Emily liked. She knew just what he wanted from her and she happily laid there on the bed, her mouth open and ready to receive him. She placed her hands behind her back and allowed him to hold her head and do with her as he pleased. 

Emily took his cock fully into her mouth and down her throat, holding him there until she needed a breath, then indicating to him to pull out, which he did. She grabbed a quick gulp of air and took him back down her throat, milking his cock with her throat muscles.

After a brief round of throatfucking, Terry felt himself getting close to cumming. "I'm gonna cum, Emily," he said. He wanted to let her know so she could decide where she wanted it. 

He had learned to warn a girl the first time because some girls were opposed to swallowing and some were opposed to having him cum inside them and possibly getting pregnant. So he would give her the option.

She popped him out of her mouth. "Give me your cum, baby, cum in my mouth! I love the taste of a man's cum. Give me your cum!" she said, then greedily swallowed him back down again, sucking even harder now.

That was easy. He relaxed and let nature take its course, enjoying the feelings she was giving him without worrying now. It only took a few more bobs of her head before he felt his nuts draw up and with a deep animal growl, he exploded deep in her mouth. 

Emily instantly began swallowing his hot seed, and as fast as she did, he filled her mouth back up. Several times he dumped load after load into her mouth, but Emily didn't waste a drop of her precious white reward. Finally, he had emptied his nuts and she sucked the last drops from him, cleaning him as he slowly withdrew.

He helped her up on the bed and laid down next to her to rest. As he recovered and was able to speak again, he turned to her.

"Emily, you were amazing! But I was worried when I turned you around to face fuck you. Not all the girls I have slept with liked that. I wasn't sure if you did or not. I'm glad you do," he said.

"Well, I have to admit, it did catch me a little by surprise," Emily admitted, "I didn't know you were going to do that. But yes, I do like facefucking or throatfucking–whatever you call it. I love deepthroating my man and feeling him down my throat. I think that is so sexy!"

"Then I'm your guy!" he said with a smile and a wink.

"Actually, there's something about me I may as well tell you now. See, I am sort of a wild woman in the bedroom. I like the edgier stuff; you know, like bondage and being treated like a slut and a whore. I love being degraded, slapped around a little, spat on, and being abused like that. 

All in fun, of course, but I think being treated like a common street whore is a turn on. I'm really up for just about anything except real pain. I don't mind a little discomfort, like nipple twisting, a good spanking, and such. But nothing that draws blood or causes anything permanent. Other than that, we can talk about it!"

Terry listened to her as she explained her sexual interests and as she told him what she liked he couldn't believe it! Here was a beautiful woman who up until now had shown him she was every inch a lady. 

But now he finds out that she truly is a wanton little slut who is practically asking him to use her for his own pleasures and treat her like a whore! Could this get any better?!

"Can I ask you... is that what James used to do to you?" he asked, cautiously.

"Well, he tried. He did a few things, but he never really felt comfortable treating me the way I liked. 

"You see my first boyfriend treated me like that, and I got off on it. I tried to find someone else who would give me that sort of treatment after we broke up, but I never did. A couple of guys tried, like James, but no one could give me the hard rough slut treatment I so love," Emily said.

This was too good to be true! Emily wanted to be a slut, to be used and degraded, humiliated and treated like street trash! This was going to be some vacation!

"Well, Emily, if that is what you like and what turns you on then you are going to be my slut for the next couple weeks! And you'd better get used to being treated like a slut too because I'm going to make you work for every orgasm you get!" he said.

Emily smiled, "Yes Sir! Can I ask one thing of you though?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"When we are alone like this, would you call me names instead of using my name. You know names like slut and whore and such? I know we can't in public, but when we are alone I love being called those things," she said.

"Of course, what else would I call a cum-loving slut like you? You don't deserve a proper name; those are for proper ladies, not whores like you!" he said grinning.

"Yes Sir," Emily said, smiling broadly.

"Good now crawl over here and get me hard again. I want to see if that ass of yours is as tight as your cunt was!" he said. Emily happily got down on the floor and crawled to him. Kneeling on the floor she went to work. She was sucking for a few seconds when he grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. 

"You call that a proper blowjob? You'd better show more enthusiasm that that whore or you'll never get me hard!" he said in mock anger, slapping her face twice, moderately hard. He didn't want to hurt her, but she did say she liked being slapped. She apologized and went back to work eagerly.

After a few minutes of enthusiastic cocksucking, Terry was hard once more and ready to move on. He grabbed Emily by her hair and pulled her crawling on hands and knees over to the desk. He pulled her to her feet there and bent her over the desk, kicking her feet wide apart. 

"Now hold your ass cheeks apart slut and let's inspect that dirty asshole of yours!" he growled. Emily reached back and pulled her asscheeks wide apart. He traced the outline of her crinkled asshole with a finger gently prodding it and slipping the tip into her opening. "I can see we are going to need to lube you up!" he said.

Terry slipped his fingers into her dripping pussy and scooped up some of her slippery juices, smearing them on her asshole. He spat onto her asshole as well trying to lube her up some. His fingers slid into her easier now, and Emily moaned and shuddered as he felt the insides of her rectum. 

As he probed her asshole, he commented, "Damn, slut, you are tight. We're going to have to stretch your hole if I'm to get my cock in there!" he said. He shoved a second, then a third finger into her ass as Emily moaned and squirmed on the desktop. With his free hand, he swatted her ass a few times just for added effect.

Emily was loving this treatment and Terry could tell the way she was moving around, raising her ass, and the way she was moaning that she was enjoying it as well. Emily's legs were trembling as she held herself up on tiptoes so her ass was as high as she could get it for him. She gasped every time he swatted her and moaned when his fingers plunged into her drooling pussy.

Suddenly he stopped what he was doing. "Don't you fucking move whore!" he said, and he went into the bathroom, returning with a small bottle of hand lotion left as a courtesy by the hotel for the guests. He sat the bottle down in front of her so she could see it and Emily moaned, knowing what it was going to be used for. 

"Now I need to stretch your hole to ready you for my cock. Grab the edge of the desk and get ready, slut!" he said. Emily stretched her arms out and reached for the far edge of the desk gripping it tightly.

Terry shoved two fingers of each hand into her asshole and began stretching her open. Emily gasped, then moaned as she felt her hole opening up. She tried to relax and let herself be opened, wanting to be able to accommodate his cock when she was ready. After a couple of moments, he picked up the lotion bottle and squirted a little on his fingertips. 

"This might be a little cold," he warned and then smeared the slick lotion in and around her anus. Emily squealed at first, it was cold! But she got used to it in a second and then began enjoying the feeling.

He lubed her hole up and then put a good dollop on her star before giving his cock a good rub down with the lotion. With everything slicked up and ready, he grabbed a handful of her hair and readies himself for entry. He took hold of his cock and pressed it against her slickened star. 

"Okay, grab onto something whore, I'm going to fuck that dirty ass now!" he said, and then pushed into her.

"Ohhh, Fuuck!" Emily cried as she felt Terry's cock invading her rear entry. Terry pushed further into her and Emily raised her ass high as she could to allow him a smooth entry. He began pumping in and out of her ass as Emily cooed and whimpered. 

Every so often he pulled out of her ass and spanked her ass a few times, mixing pain with pleasure. Or he reached between her legs and fingerfucked her a few strokes. He mixed it all up to keep her off-balance and never knowing what was coming next.

The whole thing made Emily insanely hot and she knew that she wouldn't hold out long. Sure enough, after only a short time of this triple-play sex, Emily was on the verge of another tremendous orgasm. Yet he kept up the torment, despite her moaning and writhing. 

"Oh God, Terry I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" she announced as the pressure began to build inside her.

"Don't you do it, whore! You hold it until I tell you to cum!" he warned her.

Obediently she fought back against the growing tide, suppressing her need to release for now. But she knew he wouldn't stop and that she couldn't hold out forever. 

Terry did keep up his devilish work teasing her with his fingers, spanking her with the flat of his hand, and fucking her ass hard and deep. Holding her hair was an added turn on for her, she loved having a man control her that way. 

Combined like this there was no way that Emily could hold out and only moments later she was begging to cum again.

"Oh Please, Terry! Please let me cum! I need to cum so badly, please! Please, please, please, please!" she whined.

"Not yet, slut! Not till I tell you you can!" he repeated.

"Oh God!" she groaned, dejectedly.

Terry smiled; he knew how hard this was for her. He had played this same game with other girls before and he knew that once a woman reaches a certain point, holding back and orgasm can be a monumental effort. 

He was fully aware that this was a battle Emily was bound to lose and he counted on that fact. His actions sped up the process bringing her swiftly to the point where she pleaded with him one last time.

"PLEASE TERRY!! Please, I need to cum! Oh God please let me cum! PLEEEASE!" she begged him.

"Whose ass is this?" he asked.

"What?" she asked.

"I said whose ass is this?" he repeated.

"I don't understand!" she said.

"This is my ass isn't it?" he said.

"Yes! Yes, it is your ass!" she agreed.

"And whose pussy is this?" he said, reaching around to finger her slit.

"It's your pussy! It's all yours, everything I have is yours! Please!"

"So you are my whore, then?" he asked.

"Yes! Yes! Terry, I am your whore! Your slut! I am all yours! Please, may I cum now, Please!"

"Then cum whore! Cum for me NOW!" he said. And she exploded in a torrent of pussy juices. She squirted her juices a good four feet across the room as her orgasm ripped through her. 

Terry had to hold her up as her legs buckled and she nearly fell to the floor from the force of this restrained orgasm, her legs shaking violently as wave after tsunami wave coursed through her body.

Finally, after several long moments, she'd had enough and her legs couldn't support her any longer. Terry caught her as she started to slip and he carried her limp, exhausted body over to the bed, still dripping with pussy juice, and laid her down to rest. 

He went to the bathroom and got a cool washcloth and wiped her forehead, cooling her down as she moaned weakly and incomprehensibly.

Emily laid there for a good twenty minutes as her breathing slowly returned to normal and her heart slowed. Her mind cleared at last and she looked up weakly into the face of the man that had just rocked her world. She smiled as she realized he was caring for her, sitting there next to her and helping her to return to reality.

"Terry, that wa…" she started to say. But he put a finger to her lips, silencing her.

"Just rest. We have a long week ahead of us," he said with a wink.