He whipped her soles, sending sparks shooting up her legs into her cunt. Already the searing agony had spread deliciously into her cunt, adding to the excitement rioting in her pussy. Her cunt vibrated with each blow, the tiny gland pulsating and throbbing. Lydia curled her fingers again, jerking her body up toward the headboard as if she were trying to get rid of the pain attacking her body.

Once more the belt came down over her asscheeks, up again, then down between her jutting shoulderblades. He was whipping her back now, crushing the leather against her spine, making the woman sob and scream. Lydia chewed the lumpy pillow under her, hiding her lust-contorted face in the material while she kept he ass-cheeks tense. Now they were opening and closing rhythmically, matching the blows from Max's black leather belt. When he slowed the attack a second time, the woman found herself raising her ass from the bed.

"I thought, you'd be a woman who wanted more," he said with a chuckle, bringing the cold brass buckle down to her asshole and pushing it up against the wrinkled gray flesh. "I saw that in your fuckin' eyes the second you walked in. Yeah, that's a good piece of meat, I said to myself."

"No, no, not true… not true," Lydia stammered.

"True, all right," he hissed, clenching his teeth and bringing the whip down after having circled it around his head. It crashed down against her asshole once again, bruising the smooth flesh just inside her shitter. Lydia thought she would pass out from the pain. The woman jerked her knees out, her body rocking wildly from side to side, making the headboard clatter against the wall in front of her.

"Nice ass, real nice ass," Max said, smoothing his fingers over the whip-scarred cab.

He was kneading it, pinching it up into tiny balls until Lydia squawked in protest. In a moment she could hear his zipper opening. Jerking her head around, she shook the burning tears from her eyes and looked at the eight-inch fat headed cock staring right back at her!