Looking into the mirror, she blinked back the tears, trying to make herself presentable so she could return to her room. Emily touched up her hair and make-up, then searched about for her panties but they were nowhere to be found. Her bra had been torn and the clasp broken, rendering it useless as she stuffed it into her purse out of sight of her husband. Her black pantyhose were also shredded and they too was put out of sight. She could only hope that Brad did not notice the change in her appearance.
She slipped into the shower and hooked her fingers into her beaten ad sore pussy to fork out whatever semen she could and got out and got ready for bed. Not wanting to answer any questions and be put on the spot, she thought it best she cover all aspects. “Oh, honey, I’m feeling a bit sick so went to bed early. She was so happy that Brad just smiled and kissed her head, but she shivered when he held her in his arms, feeling unworthy to be held by him. She blinked back tears, realizing that probably her rapist had been fucking her while her husband was having fun in the casino.
The following day was one of total frustration for Leroy, with two unsuspecting beauties narrowly escaping his evil clutches and what he had in store for them. Saved by other attendees that just happened to be walking by at that very instant when he was about to make his move. That night, all he could do was to dream of the beauties that had gotten away and the pleasures he had obtained from the one that failed to get away the day before.
The next afternoon, with his first rape going unreported, Leroy smacked his lips as he watched one of his potential preys lying in the lounge chair on the upper deck. She was one gorgeous brunette, stacked to the hilt with ivory white skin that was absolutely flawless. He noticed all the guys stealing peeks at her, wishing he was that guy whom she was with. Leroy gazed upon the young beauty as she lay back to catch the rays, clad only in a skimpy two piece pink bikini. ‘Ohhhhh, she would certainly be an ideal one to fuck! Mmmmmm, she’d sure put up a good fight to stop me from getting my big African cock into her beautiful body!’ he pondered.
Looking at his notes and charts, this young beauty had her room on the sixth floor near mid-resort, the room being registered to a Mr. & Mrs. Alan McNair. He noticed a green dot in the corner of the special section then checked the index for the significance of that dot. He smiled upon learning that the green dot signified a couple just married and celebrating their honeymoon. The only vacant room near hers was between the elevator and Room 638 where she stayed. ‘This would not be as easy as last night! But will she leave her husband and go to her room alone?’ he wondered. His cock was twitching madly in his pants, desperately wanting to sample his very first red-haired beauty.
Below from where he was standing, the McNairs held hands as they lounged side by side. It was the perfect honeymoon event for them. The wedding had gone off without a hitch and they were madly in love with each other, ever since they began dating in their senior year in high school. Having gone to college, graduated together, they both had good jobs with her starting to climb the Baronne tree and could look forward to the perfect marriage. The first four days of the event had been absolutely heaven for the newlyweds, spending their entire time fine-dining at the resort’s main restaurants but most of the time in their room making real fine lovemaking.