The ringing of the alarm made her stir, she rolled over in bed, coming to rest against the man beside her and she smiled, even in sleep. The wetness between her legs drawing her fingers downward, her swollen clit aching for his touch. Her back arched as her fingers made contact and a soft whimper escaped her parted lips. Finally opening her eyes as the man beside her turned over, his lips searching for hers.
"No!" her voice dripping with disdain suddenly, the warm fuzzy feelings in her crotch waning as Dave's eyes opened wider. Lynn leaped from bed and with a scowl at Dave headed for the shower. The disappointment of reality making her stamp her foot.
The dream man was everything Dave wasn't, and she cannot help the feelings that course over her. She slowly washes her hair, the fantasy of her dream coming alive as does her body. Pert breasts, tingling nipples and that familiar ache between her legs. Lynn tosses her golden tresses, the water drops filling the air as she leans on the wall of the shower. Her fingers plying her desire swollen nether lips apart, expertly manipulating her clit until she screams with a much needed release.
Smiling, she rinses the soap and her girl cum down the drain and steps from the shower to find Dave frowning, holding a towel for her. Snatching the towel from him she lets him drink in her dripping body, watches as his eyes widen, and drops her gaze to his stiff cock. "I don't think you have any use for that erection today, I am leaving for work in twenty minutes, be ready."
With that she wraps the towel around her luscious body and with a flip of her hair says, "Better take care of that and fast." and leaves the bathroom. Dave's eyes are shiny with unshed tears.
This is the woman that he loves, that he is going to marry, and she won't even let him touch her anymore. She is his life, and he is unsure how to win her back. Sex used to be great, until that one time that Lynn was basically raped while doing her job at the hotel.
She was cleaning a room that she thought was empty and as she entered the bathroom, a man pulled back the shower curtain. He knew this story as if he had been there, as if he had been made to watch. Lynn at first told him the details, sobbing, her body wracked with horror. He held her as she recounted the tale, soothed her with soft words, stroked her aching body, soothed her battered soul.
She was afraid that he wouldn't love her anymore, she had been used, defiled by another man. Dave told her that it didn't matter, that he loved her. He stepped into the shower, remembering what happened to Lynn that day.
Lynn stood shocked in the bathroom, her eyes glued to the naked man in the shower. She backed out of the tiny bathroom, uttering an apology. He quickly followed her and she watched horrified as his cock sprung to life. She kept backing up until the bed stopped her retreat. She said she tried to make it to the door, but he seized her by her long blonde hair and threw her onto the bed. Threatened her that he would say she entered his room knowing he was there and have her fired from her job. She said she begged him not to do that...she needed this job...she was in university, needed the money. Lynn claimed he laughed and told her to do exactly what he said and her job would be safe.
Dave, embarrassed as he realizes his erection is throbbing as he remembers Lynn telling him this story. One hand starts to stroke his cock as the steamy shower water cascades over him, he runs the story in his mind as he jerks his turgid tool.
Lynn told him that the man made her strip naked, down to her stockings and shoes. Then he told her to suck his cock. Lynn wouldn't even suck Dave's cock, but because she was afraid, she did as she was told. She said it was awful, revolting and dirty. The man then made her kneel on the bed, and without a condom, fucked her tight pussy. She insisted that she had not been aroused during all this, just waves of revulsion rippling over her.
Dave's cock jerks in his hand as he remembers the rest... As Lynn cried, begging him to stop, he reached forward, his cock buried in her cunt and grabbed her nipples, squeezing them, pinching hard, leaving bruises on her creamy white breasts. And then, he pulled from her pussy and drove his thick cock into her virginal ass, ripping into her as she screamed.
At that memory, Dave's cock spit its load, his body shaking as he jerked off to the image of his fiancée being raped. As always, he feels the flush of shame, embarrassed that this scene of brutality gives him such a secret pleasure.
Washing quickly he hurries from the shower to get dressed. Lynn is such a force in his life, he does any and everything she tells him to. It is enough for him to just be with her. She is ready, tapping her foot, impatient with him...telling him to hurry or she will leave without him. Finally ready, Dave follows Lynn to the car and sits quietly as they make the drive to the hotel.
She cleans the rooms, he works at the desk. He is with her, but rarely sees her over the course of their shifts. She gives him her iciest stare and touches his crotch as she drives, her long nails raking over the fabric of his pants making him shudder. "Too bad you aren't like the other guy, the one who knew what he wanted and took it." she taunts him as her hand returns to the steering wheel. Dave's stifled whimper taking his breath as he looks at his beautiful girl, his girl, but not his.
She parks and gives him a flippant off-hand comment about seeing him sooner than usual as she walks away, her hips swaying seductively. Dave sighs heavily and takes his place at the desk. The day wears on and as he is about to take his break, the phone rings. It is Lynn, "Come to room 1212, I have something to show you." and she hangs up.
