His shoulders were broad and his neck was thick.
There were thick slabs of muscle across his chest and back.
His face was ruggedly handsome, and he always looked like he needed a shave. His five o'clock shadow began thirty seconds after he finished shaving.
His hair was very dark, almost black, and curly. He always looked ungroomed. When, Michele had first met Bernard she had compulsively urged him to comb his hair. Now that she was his sex slave she knew better than to criticize her mate's appearance in any way. Michele rarely wore any make-up at all. Her beauty was natural.
She wanted to do nothing to make herself look artificial.
The dark haired woman's sole concession to womanly vanity was the dark red nail polish she used to paint her fingernails and toenails.
The small woman had always thought that Bernard had been constructed by God just for fucking purposes.
In spite of the girth of his upper torso, his waist and hips were very slim - almost non-existent in comparison.
His thighs were very thick again, and he had very large powerful hands and feet.
Michele had noticed long before that one of her husband's thighs was bigger around than her waist.
And then there was his cock. It still boggled her mind.
She would never forget the first time she saw his dick.
"W—W—What is that?" Michele had stammered nervously.
"It's my prick. What the fuck did you think it was?"
"You aren't going to stick that thing in me, are you?"
"That's the way it's got to be, cupcake. That's the way it's got to be!" Bernard said with a small chuckle.
It hurt the first couple of times he fucked her, but soon she found that her muscles adapted and she stretched to take him comfortably.
It wasn't until the woman's honeymoon only the second honeymoon of her life — that she found out what pain was all about, and how much she dug it!
Bernard slammed the door shut behind him after entering the bedroom that some paint chips fell from the ceiling.
Michele considered herself lucky that she had scooted past him into the room at the last second.
If she hadn't she would have gotten the door right in the face. Michele was quick. She had good survival instinct and knew when Bernard was in the mood to do violent things.
She would never have made it if she wasn't quick.
She certainly got enough practice at evasive tactics.
"STRIP!!!" Bernard screamed, placing his hands on his hips.
He pressed his long strong fingers together and pointed them downward.
"Yes, dear," Michele replied subserviently, head bowed.
She kicked off her shoes and reached back to unzip the frilly housedress she had been wearing. She stepped out of the dress and removed her bra so Bernard could see how erect her nipples were.
"I'm on fire for you," she said.
Bernard stood with his shoulders back and his chin tilted up.
"I can feel my pussy getting all wet and slippery," Michele said.
Bernard bent slightly at the knees and stood with his slim yet powerful hips out in front of the rest of his body.
Michele reached down to hook her thumbs under the elastic at the top of her bikini panties. She shivered.
Her panties were pink and Bernard could see that they had little red hearts all over them — looking very cute.
Bernard could also see that there was a big wet stain in the crotch of her panties made by her spilling cunt juice.
His cock throbbed violently every time he thought about ramming his pole up her tight smooth snatch.
The woman had to wiggle her hips from side to side to get her panties over them.
The wet material in the crotch had crawled up in between her swollen outer labia, making her pussy feel caught in a trap.
Her cunt had felt like it was suffocating for a second.
She sighed as she gave her pussy lips a chance to breathe.
It felt wonderful as the wet cloth pulled out from between her hypersensitive, fully engorged labia.
The second she removed her panties Bernard could pick up the scent of her hot pussy in his flaring nostrils.
His chest and belly were covered with a thick rug of fur, which made him look even more like an animal.
Michele always had gone for men who looked like they might have a little ape in the bloodline.
"Are you going to tie me up?" Michele asked.
"Nah," Bernard said gruffly, shaking his head.
His hands went for his belt buckle. Michele shuddered.
He pulled his belt out of all of his belt loops one at a time and folded the strap in half slowly.
The belt was made of black leather and he held it by the buckle end in a tightly clenched right fist.
Bernard had his long strong fingers wrapped around the leather so fiercely that all of his knuckles turned white.
He clenched his back teeth together so firmly that his jaw ached and the muscles at the sides of his ruggedly handsome face protruded.
Bernard cupped his left palm and smacked it with the belt as hard as he could, making a loud sharp sound.
It reminded Michele of a firecracker on the Fourth of July, or a car backfiring, or even a gunshot!
She winced when that sound rang through her ears because she knew it was the same sound the leather strap would make when it struck her ass.
"Bend over the foot of the bed, woman!" Bernard commanded.
She turned her back to him and moved her feet far apart on the bedroom floor.
Keeping her knees straight she lifted her heels and supported her weight on her toes, which arched far back.
The woman raked at the bedspread with her fingernails as she bent forward at the waist, offering her buttocks to her sex master's abuse.
Her fingernails were long and were manicured carefully to be very close to the same length, and they all had a common roundness to their tips. Her fingers were long and thin. Bernard had a hard time looking at those fingers without imagining how they looked when they were caressing his humongous private parts.
Her fingernails were always painted the color of blood.
The man wasted no time in starting the brutal whipping.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He whipped at her slightly parted ass cheeks as hard as he could, raising large red welts on the flesh.
She screamed.
Her dark eyes filled with tears.
Those tears spilled down her cheeks and along the sides of her nose.
Just to be extra mean the sadistic man smacked her on the backs of her thighs a couple of times.
Then he hit her on the backs of her knees, where he knew she was very sensitive and the pain would be particularly sharp.
The man then tossed the belt away carelessly without bothering to see where it landed. Michele knew her spanking was through.
The beautiful woman could tell that she was going to have some trouble sitting down for a couple of days.
But she didn't think that she would have to carry a pillow around with her like she did sometimes.
This time the man hadn't even drawn any blood with the strap. She could tell he was in a cuddly mood.
The truth of the matter was that he couldn't stand having his clothes on anymore and was anxious to get nude.
He ripped off his shirt, baring his chest, and tore his pants down so that his cock could come springing out like a horny jack-in-the-box.
Michele turned to look at his cock and balls.
She didn't think that the novelty would ever wear off his genitalia.
He had by far the longest cock she had ever seen, and it was twice as thick as any other she had known.