The lovely young redhead lay tightly bound in the bed ... unable to move, trembling in fear. She tried to pull one arm, but there was no way to get it free. She tugged at the other arm, but it was bound even more tightly. The knots looked impervious. He had done it to her so fast she hadn't known what was about to happen.
Now she was bound on her back, naked, her legs spread and her cunt open to view.
The bedroom was her own, and she had been on this bed many times. She had made love with her husband on this bed many times. They had been some of the best moments of her life when he slid his hot cock inside her. But she had never been bound to the bedposts.
Adam had always been so gentle. She looked at him now, sitting on the dresser on the other side of the room. She couldn't understand why he was licking his lips the way he was. If he would only let her up, she would go over and lick his lips for him. She would run her tongue along the surface of his smooth lips and if he wanted, she would run her tongue everywhere on his body. She would run it down his chest, if only he would let her. She would even move all the way down to his dick, without him even asking.
She just wished he would give her the word. Bev raised her head, just a little. Any more would have caused pain from the leather thong expertly tied around her wrists. She was only trying to see if she could make out any kind of bulge in her husband's trousers.
Yes. There was a bulge where his cock was hard. She could clearly see the outlines of his organ. She could see that his cock was over on one side of his pants, down the left leg. And it looked so hard and ready for a fuck.
Adam saw her staring at him, and he smiled back. He hadn't told her why he had tied her up like this. He hadn't told her yet. He knew that was all going to be coming out soon. There was still so much more to be done. He closed his eyes for a minute. There were reasons behind this action.
He wanted her to wonder what was going on inside his head. He knew she was frightened, and her terror was causing something to grow within him. It was something he had never really thought of before. In some ways, he felt more manly because of this terror. Maybe that had something to do with the particular horniness he had been feeling as he had tied her to the bed. He recalled wrapping the leather thongs around her wrists and pulling them to the bedposts. Then he had tied her feet to the foot of the bed.
He was trying to visualize the way he had seen it done in a strange bondage movie, the one he had seen earlier that same day. That had been his inspiration, and he had, thus far, carried out some of the things he had seen. But he remembered that there was more that had to be done, more that must be done.
Adam opened his eyes again, and he grinned at Bev once more. So what, he thought, let her think I'm crazy. That will scare her even more than she's scared right now. He was smiling at that idea, more than at her.
He could see how .beautiful she looked spreadeagled out on the bed like that. He had never had a chance to admire her body like this before. That was one of the bonuses of bondage.
He could see her soft red hair. The way it fell on the pillow made him want to just sink into it. He knew how smooth it felt. He loved the way it fell on his belly when she was licking his cock. In his mind, for one minute, he was one inch tall and he was walking through her hair. Floating through it, really, for that was what he wanted to do. He could feel it covering his entire body, and that was nice. But that fantasy ended in a second, and he looked back at her.
He liked the way her hair looked now, more than ever. It was tossed. It wasn't neatly combed. That was because of the struggle they had when he was tying her to the bedposts. Her hair didn't look as neat as it had looked when he had come home from work that day. It looked beautiful then, he had to admit to himself. There was just some- thing about it, the redness, the luxuriance. The way several strands of her hair sometimes fell across her forehead gave her a savage look that turned him on.
Bev's green eyes were staring back at him.
She had electric green eyes, and he dug that too. Her cheekbones were high, something else that had attracted her to him when he first met her back in Middleburg College. He had always been attracted to girls with high cheekbones. Girls with natural color in their cheeks excited him. He hated the pale, sickly look. Bev had that color. He stared down at her. The woman's lips were pursed, and he had a tremendous desire to walk over there and run his fingers along those lips, those full red lips. He had kissed those lips a thousand times, and yet at that particular moment, they looked more alluring, more appealing, more attractive than ever before.
He knew that it had a lot to do with the way the rest of her body looked. She was spread out naked on the bed. She looked completely vulnerable. He thought of walking over to her and smothering her body with kisses, but he knew that a move like that would blow all his other plans. He had been thinking and planning all day.
Right now he could see the full curves of her figure. He liked the fact that her breasts still looked so full and ripe, despite the stretching of her arms overhead. That was because she had such big tits. He had seen some of those girls in the bondage film, the ones with smaller breasts, and when they were stretched out the way he had Bev stretched out, they hardly looked like they had a bosom at all.
That wasn't the way it was with Bev, and he was happy about that. She still had the full curves, and the big quivering melons. He could see the way they were rising and falling, the small pink nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. He could tell, even from where he sat on the other side of the room, that her nipples weren't hard. He knew that they would get stiff later on.
Her stomach was so flat. He could see how perfectly formed her belly button was. He watched the way her stomach rose and fell. It wasn't as exciting as watching her breasts, but exciting enough.
He had noticed all these things about her body before. They had been married for three years now, and he loved to gaze at her naked body. However, he had never before had the chance to look at each part of her body for as long a time as he was having now. For even when they were making love, he could never gaze upon her private parts so long and so close.
He let his eyes wander to her cunt. He could see the full patch of red hair that made up her pubic triangle. It looked tempting. There were times when he just liked to run his tongue through the hair, before even moving to the tender lips of her pussy.
He could see those too, right between her thighs. They were covered by fine red hairs. Sometimes when she was in the mood, she would shave off that hair. When she did, and he went down on her, he would always smile at her and tell her how much he appreciated it. It would always be so much smoother then. He would be able to work his tongue into her without having to worry about getting hairs in his mouth.
Today, he didn't care that she hadn't shaved off the pussy hair. It might come in handy when it came to punishing her. First he would have to make the accusations. That was important. He had to accuse her. First he had to tie her up, then accuse her. He wanted her helpless.
He looked at her smooth legs. They were so soft. Her thighs were so fleshy. He was seriously considering fucking her that very minute that he looked at her legs and followed the smoothness of them all the way up to her pussy. Those tender lips looked so inviting. They weren't fully spread, but they would be.
He stood up. The dresser was beginning to feel uncomfortable, he thought. He walked a little closer to the bed. He could see how nervous she was getting as he moved toward her. He knew why. He wasn't walking like normal. He was stalking her, almost like a madman. He was taking longer strides than usual, he was rubbing his crotch, something he rarely did, and the look on his face could only be described as malicious, evil and malicious.
He moved closer, and he could feel his leg brushing against the mattress. He moved his fingers to her lips, and he ran them over. He could feel how dry her lips were. He pushed his finger into her mouth and touched her tongue. It was dry too. Her mouth was dry. He leaned and kissed her on the lips. At the same time that his mouth made contact with hers, he was building up saliva. He got a gob on the tip of his tongue and forced it into her mouth.
As he pulled back, ending the kiss, he left a tiny trace of saliva on her lips. Then, he moved his finger back there and he traced the curve. He rubbed saliva in, and her lips looked so wet and alluring now. More than they had looked before. The fear in her eyes had also increased.
He let his hand fall on her neck, just for a minute. He held it fairly tight, as if he were going to choke her. He could tell that she actually thought for one second that he was going to do it. He knew that he would never kill her, because he loved her too much. He hated even to cause her pain, but now it was necessary.
He let his hand trace the length of her whole body. When he moved it to her breasts, he plied her nipples through his fingers. He played with each one, till he brought on stiffness, and then he left them. He let his hand glide along her smooth belly, and then through her thick red patch. He pulled at a few hairs, but not for long. Then, he slid his hand between her legs and he started to gently rub her pussy lips. He kept his eyes on her face the whole time. When he touched her lips, she closed her eyes, as if she thought that he was going to start to bring her pleasure. He noticed that she was pretty used to closing her eyes each time he touched her cunt. Bev was unable to comprehend it. There she had been, lying tied to the bed for half an hour. She hadn't said anything to him because she didn't know why she was in this position in the first place. She had been waiting for him to say something first. Then, when he had walked over and kissed her, it had somehow been more thrilling than ever before.
Adam was enjoying her confusion. He rubbed away at her cunt lips, till he felt the moistness building. Then he slid his finger up her pussy and started to massage her clit. He wondered how it felt, and when her clit grew swollen his question was answered.
She was getting aroused, and that was good. He went on massaging her clit. He could feel how smooth it was, and he knew that it was because of her juices. They were flowing hotly. He could feel her pussy starting to spasm. She tried to thrust her ass off the bed a little, but she could only raise it so much before the leather cutting into her wrists and ankles just became too painful. He looked at her face, excited by her expression.
The combination of pleasure and pain that was on her face thrilled him. He could see the pleasure building each time he rubbed her clit. He could see the pain overcoming her each time she thrust her ass up. Her cunt was getting wetter and wetter. He could see the faint trace of sweat beginning to run down her heavy breasts. He wanted to lick off that sweat more than anything in the world, but he couldn't. That would be going too far, and the night was so young.
The real pain had not yet begun. Just as her pussy muscles started to spasm even more, just as she seemed on the verge of climax, just as she seemed like she was going to explode from the passions rising within her, he pulled his fingers out.
He could feel her pussy lips wrapping around his finger, as if they were beckoning to him, begging him, pleading with him just to continue even a minute, half a minute, ten seconds longer. Just till the climax could reach its peak, even if it was bound to subside in a few minutes.
He didn't care. He just pulled his finger out of her cunt and stepped back from the bed a few feet to watch her and see what her reaction was going to be.
She opened her eyes and she could see him standing, his hands on his hips. He had this expression on his face. One that she couldn't figure out. All she could think about was the orgasm she almost had, but which he deprived her of.
She had liked it when he massaged her body, her breasts, her nipples. She had become even more excited when he went to work on her cunt. She had closed her eyes so she could concentrate on the feelings inside her. When he touched her cunt with his fingers, she had felt a searing passion shoot through her body. She had never been in such a submissive position before, in a position where she couldn't do anything to defend herself, in a position where she couldn't do anything to her partner in return.
At first, she thought she was going to hate it all. When he had first tied her down, she was ready to give him a piece of her mind. However, she had decided to wait. He had stripped her, and she had imagined that there would be some sex involved in this little game.
His fingers in her cunt had been building her up to such an orgasm that she had thought she was going to burst right open.
Then it had stopped, almost faster than it had started. All he had to do was pull his hands away from her cunt, and everything was over.
The passions had just disappeared, and now, she was feeling so uncomfortable seeing the sweat running down her breasts, feeling the sweat under her ass, sweat that was wetting the bed where she had been lying, fairly comfortably for the past half an hour. Not the way she would have liked to be, but comfortable just the same.
She looked at him still. He was wearing the black sports shirt she liked, with gray pants. He always looked so handsome and proper in black or gray. Maybe it was the contrast with his blond hair. She could see how firm his jaw was, and when he smiled, she loved the whiteness of his teeth.
In some ways she loved him just for his smile, but in other ways she had learned to hate him. When she hated him, it was the smile she loathed. It could be a beautiful smile, or it could be evil.
Right now, she hated that smile. She didn't think he deserved to smile at her like that. She thought of what he had just done to her. She knew that she had remained silent too long. It was time she had some things straight with him. Maybe, she thought, if he had brought her to a climax, she wouldn't be feeling the way she was. Maybe she wouldn't be so pissed off.
Right now, she was not only totally unfulfilled, she was raging with anger.
"Okay, Adam, the fun and games are over now. I don't know what you were up to in the first place, tying me up. Take those things off my wrists and ankles."
Adam only smiled at her, more evilly than before. He said nothing.
"Please," she said, getting even more frustrated now. It was bad enough that he had her bound to her own bed, but having him remain silent was infuriating. "Adam, please! Answer me. Say something. Get these fucking leather ropes the hell off of me."
Adam could see the way she was trying to struggle, even as she grew angrier and angrier. She pulled at the ties on her wrists, then at the ones on her ankles. The more she pulled, the tighter the things got.
She was forgetting the position she was in, and how she looked. He knew that she would never be able to pull out of it, and that was why he was so sure of himself. He could stand there and smile for an hour, and she wouldn't be able to do a thing.
"Adam, please, for Pete's sake, untie me. Adam, I'm trying to stay as calm as I possibly can. I don't understand whatever made you tie me up like this in the first place. I won't even ask you if you don't want to tell me. As far as I'm concerned, the game is over. Just untie me and we can forget the whole thing. I'll never bring it up again, never. We can forget that it ever happened."
Her husband remained silent, just stood there grinning and enjoying how she looked, naked and tied to the posts of the bed.
She continued pleading: "I know that I've made some promises like this before, and then I've gone and brought them up. But I swear to you, on my life, that I'll never mention this again. Okay? Please, Adam? Are you just going to stand there? Adam! Please. Let me loose. Please, Adam!"
She was practically screaming now. The sound of her own screams terrified her, but she thought it might persuade him.
"A-a-a-adam-m-m!!! Untie me this minute! Take these fucking leather ropes out of here and shove them up your fucking ass. I want out, right now!"
He walked over to her calmly. He reached for the rope, as if he were going to loosen it a little. He was reaching for her right arm, since he was standing on the left side of the bed. He did this purposefully, because he wanted to be bending right over her. He was reaching for the leather thong on her wrist. Before she knew what was happening, he slapped her hard across the face.
She stared up at him, mouth open, eyes aghast.
And then he slapped her again, snapping her head over onto the side and making spittle jump from her open mouth.
"Now the fun begins," was all he said.
Chapter Two
The girl screamed a blood-curdling scream. "0-h-h-h," she moaned. "Why did you do that?"
Her plea was met with another slap, this one harder than the first. He knew he wasn't hitting her all that hard. After all, he had already told himself he wasn't going to hurt her badly. He only wanted to have a little fun with her, and this seemed the best way to do it.
He stepped away from the girl. She watched as he walked back to the dresser and reached for the bag that he had carried home from work that night. It was the same bag that he had taken the leather thongs from.
Now Bev wondered what other surprises could come out of that bag. Her jaw dropped as she saw him pull out a longer piece of leather than the ones that were around her wrists. She didn't know what he was going to do with it, and she was afraid to ask.
He walked back to the bed, and he threw the leather rope across her breasts. She could feel the smooth leather rubbing against her stiff nipples, and she had to admit to herself that the leather had this totally pleasurable feeling. But then, he was throwing one end of it on the floor on one side of the bed, and still holding the other end in his hand. He got down on his knees and reached under the bed. She couldn't see what he was doing then, but it hit her in a minute.
Adam was reaching for the end of the rope he had thrown across the bed, and he was pulling it from under the bed, over to his side. Soon, he had both ends in his hands again, and he was pulling it tighter and tighter. She could feel the leather cutting into her breasts, but then, when it reached a certain point, he stopped pulling it and just tied it in a knot.
She couldn't believe that he had just done that. She was totally helpless before, and it was only then, after the rope was secured around her breasts, under the bed, and tied, that she realized something.
He was obviously trying to bring her some kind of pain now. His attitude had changed. At first, when he had tied her down, the pain in her wrists and ankles had been enough. But in a few minutes, it had eased up. She had thought, then, that he just wanted her tied and secure. But now that he had added this other rope, the tit-wrenching, nipple-cutting rope, she knew that it wasn't only to secure her.
"Okay," she said to him, trying to remain calm once more, "I'm going to try and be reasonable with you. What's going on? You can tell me briefly if you wish, but tell me. Your silence is worse than anything else."
"Good," he said, and he could see her breathe a sigh of relief. In some ways, he knew, it felt good for him to be hearing his own voice again. And now, he knew that he would have to prepare the whole story he had been repeating over and over in his mind. He spoke: "You are a cheating bitch. You've been fucking someone else."
"Fucking? Cheating? I haven't/' she babbled.
"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes that you're lying. You've been fucking Ernie."
"Ernie?!"
"Don't try to act innocent with me, you bitch. I know all about it, and there's no way that you can convince me otherwise."
She knew Ernie, of course, but his accusation stunned her. Ernie was the guy who had just moved in next door to them. He was the Englishman in the next apartment. He had wavy brown hair and a sexy thick moustache. Even though she had told Adam about him, having met him the day he had moved in three weeks ago, and even though she had felt some kind of attraction toward him, she hadn't pursued it. She knew that she hadn't. She might have liked him, as she liked all Englishmen because their accent thrilled her, but she hadn't gone to bed with him. In fact, she had only talked to him one other time since he had moved in, and that was only when he had come over to ask her a few questions about the building.
Yet, she hadn't fucked the man. She knew that she would never do a thing like that. She loved Adam too much, and she always wanted to remain faithful to him.
"Adam," she said, trying to remain as calm as she possibly could, "I don't know what makes you think that Ernie and I have something going, but we don't."
"Ernie!" he said. "So now you call him Ernie. I recall when it was that Mr. Snyder next door. So now you're on a first name basis."
"Oh what's the use," she said with a sigh.
Bev watched her husband turn around and walk back towards the dresser. What else could he possibly have in that brown paper bag, she wondered.
He rummaged through the bag, and when he was sure that she couldn't see his face, he smiled. He had been having trouble holding back the smile before, but now that she couldn't see him anyway, he didn't care.
He smiled because he knew that the whole thing was a lie, but he was having fun watching her try to talk her way out of it. He liked the way she had trembled when he had first accused her. He liked the tiny shudder that he had seen run through her entire body. That was one reason he enjoyed her in her nakedness. She couldn't hide anything from him that way.
He reached into the bag and pulled out what he had been searching for. He turned around and he watched the horrified look come back to her eyes as she saw the evil looking thing that he was grasping in his right hand.
It was a whip. It looked like a multi-lashed cat-o'-nine-tails.
"Adam! What are you going to do with that?"
She felt herself in the grip of fear. Before she could speak again, she felt the wrath of the whip landing on her belly. She could feel the smooth leather, all nine lashes, brushing her tender white skin. She could feel her skin crawl the very minute the whip landed on her. She could hear the fierce crack of it as the leather made contact with her body.
He whipped her again. This time, it was just a little harder than it had been the first time. Still, it wasn't all that painful. Each time he let the whip hit her stomach he put a little more into it. After the tenth lashing, he saw there was a red line on her belly. He knew that if he put anymore backbone into the whipping, he would tear through her skin. That was something he had no intention of doing.
So he stopped whipping her, and he looked down at her once again. It looked, to him, like she was trying to hold back her tears. He hadn't realized that he was bringing her this far. He wanted to love her, and he had only decided to try something like this because he wanted to add to their marriage.
He lay the whip on the floor, and kneeled down on the bed beside her. He ran his hand over her breast flesh, cupping a tit in his hand, feeling the leather that was still pressing against her nipples. He moved it above the nipple so it was only pressing into her breast now, and he moved his mouth down to her rock-hard, trembling nipple.
He stuck out his tongue and he licked the very tip of it. He could feel it trembling just the slightest bit under his touch. In some ways, that pained him, but in more ways, it brought him a great deal of satisfaction. He started to run his tongue all over her breast, but still paid attention to her nipple.
He clamped his lips around it and started to flick his tongue in and out of his mouth, taunting her poor nipple. At the same time, he was sending waves of pleasure through her body, and he was aware of that.
He started to move his hand down to her smooth-skinned leg. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, and soon, was moving it to her luscious pussy. He ran it over her thick red bush, and was soon trying to uncurl the curls. His goal was her tender pussy lips, and soon his hand was there again and he was massaging the lips till they spread open by themselves.
He slid his fingers up her cunt and he started to play with her clit again. He could feel how wet she was, and he decided to play a little game with her. Another game, he thought to himself. He held her clit firmly between his fingers, and then he nipped her nipple with his teeth. He could actually feel her clit trembling between his fingers. He only did that once, though, just to see if the two erotic zones were connected in any way. When he was sure they were, he went back to massaging her clit.
She started to thrust her ass off the bed faster and faster as she felt her passion waves rising. This time, she said to herself, she was going to come, even if she had to bring herself a little pain. She moved fast, sending his fingers deeper and deeper into her eager pussy.
She didn't really have to do that this time, though, for he had punished her enough as far as he was concerned. He had her tied to that bed for over an hour now, and not only was she horny as shit, but he was too. However, he knew that he would have to work her toward this climax first, otherwise she would be so pissed off at him that she might leave him.
It didn't take long for her cunt muscles to start spasming again. He started working his fingers inside of her faster and faster, and soon he could feel a steady stream of her juices flowing out of her love tunnel and onto his fingers. He licked his way down her body and started to lap up the excretions of her pussy. There was nothing that he liked more than the taste of her sweat mixed with her delightful juices. He was getting his share of that taste now.
When he was finished, he stood up and looked at her. She had her eyes closed, and he knew that she was still feeling pleasure. He took it as the perfect opportunity however, to start undressing himself.
He opened the buttons of his shirt quickly and threw it over on the dresser beside the paper bag full of goodies. Then he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling his pants down. He stepped out of his shoes so he could pull his pants over his feet. He threw his pants next to his shirt, not caring about whether they would get wrinkled or not. Bev could always press them later that night, he knew. His undershorts came off last, and he could feel his hard cock springing out to freedom. He ran his hand along the length of his shaft, and he could feel a mild wave of pleasure running through him.
Bev opened her eyes, shocked to see her husband naked. His hard cock pointed right at her.
"W-what are you going to d-do?"
"Fuck you," he said. "There's no reason why I shouldn't get to enjoy my wife, too. After all, I was the one who married you. Ernie is only the man who moved next door. I bet he never thought that he would have it so good when he moved into this building."
"He doesn't."
She was hit by another slap.
"Don't lie to me," he said. "I'd rather we forgot about the whole thing instead of you having to lie about it all. I'm not going to hold it against you. I just want you to know that I'm disappointed in you, and that I expected more from you. If you have to lie to me, I'd rather you didn't say anything."
It was working just the way he had planned. He had mentioned Ernie's name again just to watch the fear rise inside her.
He climbed onto the bed, and moved his body near her head. He straddled her tits, brushing his smooth buttocks over them. He moved his cock closer to her mouth, and he watched her open to take him in.
He knew she was being so obedient because she didn't want him to hit her again. Besides, she liked sucking cock.
A wave of pleasure ran through him as she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock. She tried to force her tongue into the tiny piss hole, but he was pushing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth and she gave up trying. She used her tongue to run along the length of his shaft as he began to move in and out of her mouth. She used her cheeks to suck in, adding extra sensations to his cock.
"That's real nice, baby, real nice," he said to her, just to make her feel better about it and make the sucking better for him.
As she sucked him, he moved his hand back to her pussy, and he began to massage her all over again. He could feel how receptive her cunt was to his fingers. Her pussy lips were starting to grip him again, and he started to slide them in and out of her cunt faster and faster.
He could feel her pushing her ass off the bed once more. That was one thing that he had always liked about her. She had passions like a tiger. When he started to get worked up she would become almost like a wild animal. She would start to move her body, contorting it, throwing it in any direction, just as long as she was keeping her passions working. Now, her ass was moving even faster than before. He let his thumb start wandering along the crack of her ass, and soon, he was prodding it near her asshole.
He could hear her moan as he slid it in, just a little, and her ass muscles stretched to take him. Then, she started to come. He could feel the wetness building in her pussy more and more by the second.
It seemed to have an effect on her whole body. As she came, she started to suck him so hard, as if her life depended on how hard she could suck him.
Alan didn't want to come in her mouth. He had other plans. The sucking was an incredible feeling, and he was getting there. When she started to do that, started to suck him really hard, he felt the pulsations in his dick increasing.
Making a supreme effort, he yanked out.
His wife looked at him in wonderment, but that soon disappeared. She watched him start to move near the foot of the bed, and then he was untying her ankles. She could feel the grip of the leather loosening around her feet.
Before long one foot was free, and then the other one was released from the bondage of the leather thongs. Bev could feel him starting to caress the ankle where the leather had cut into her flesh. She could feel the blood starting to rush back into her feet. He did that with both of them, and then he was starting to lift her ass off of the bed.
He positioned himself between her legs, and he aimed his cock right at her pussy. He cupped her ass cheeks, one in each hand, just to hold her up a little higher. When he had gotten her cunt right next to his cock, he took one hand and used it to help slide his cock into her.
Once he was in, he started to thrust hard. He could feel her pussy walls spreading as he slid all the way into her. She was so wet inside that it was an easy entrance to make.
He moved his hand back to her buttock, and he started to ply the flesh through his fingers. He went on thrusting into her, and when he looked at her, he could see that her eyes were closed again, and her head was thrown back on the pillow.
The look on her face, the open lips, the tongue that was tracing its way across her lips, the smile, it all told him that she was enjoying this fuck as much as he was. She loved it. She always loved a fuck, and this one was no different than any other to her.
As soon as he had shoved his cock into her cunt, Bev knew that things were okay again. The fear was gone. How angry could her husband be with her if he was making love to her like that? He might believe she had been untrue to him, but he wasn't mad enough to keep away from her body.
He was shoving his cock in and out of her juicy cunt, and she was rising towards an orgasm. She got hotter and hotter as her husband banged away in her cunt.
"0-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" she moaned, as her passion grew. She could feel herself getting closer and closer. She was going to come.
Bev's pussy muscles were spasming, wrapping tightly around his cock and then loosening up. She could feel her juices starting to flow, and then, his cock was starting to pulsate more and more. She felt his creamy come shooting up her tunnel, and she let out a long, loud scream of pleasure.
Suddenly, Adam felt spurts of semen splashing out of the tip of his cock and into his wife's cunt.
"0-h-h-h-h-h," he moaned, as he shot off again and again. He humped away, ramming his hard cock in and out of her cunt. Then he collapsed over her, spent and exhausted and totally satisfied.
When he regained his senses he untied her. Nothing more was said about what had happened. He just took all the leather ropes he had used on her, wrapped them up and put them back in the bag. Then he put the bag in the top drawer of the dresser.
She had been as turned on as he had been and she would agree to do things like this more often. He wondered if it would take away from the experience if she agreed to go along with it. Her fears had heightened something inside him, and he was thrilled about that. He knew he would never be able to tell the way she would feel, and the way he would feel, till he talked about it with her and did it with her again.
There would be time for things like that, and he didn't want to start talking about it now. He just lay back on the bed, resting his head on a pillow propped against the headboard. He watched Bev get up and walk to the bathroom to clean herself off. He watched the way her creamy white buttocks flexed as she walked, and then he watched as she closed the bathroom door behind her.
She didn't seem like she was all that upset about what had just happened, he thought to himself, and that eased his mind a little bit. He shifted his weight till he felt comfortable, and then he started to think back to how it all had happened.
He had met her at Middleburg College, and the minute he had seen her, he knew that she was going to be the girl for him. He recalled their first date, when he had taken her to his small apartment. They had made love on the couch for a time, and then they were ready for the serious stuff.
He recalled how they had undressed slowly at first, shy in front of each other. He noticed that she didn't take off her panties before climbing into bed. Instead, she climbed under the covers, her large naked breasts shaking back and forth as she moved, and then she pulled the blanket up to her neck. He could see her fumbling under there, and then she was throwing her panties onto the floor.
Adam stripped all the way before climbing into bed, and he walked there slowly so she could get a good look at his body. It wasn't that he was so proud of himself, but he just wanted her to see that he wasn't too ashamed to walk around naked in front of everyone. He hoped that she would soon lose her shyness.
He climbed into the bed, and then reached over to kiss her. He touched her soft hair as his mouth moved closer to hers, and he was moving his body closer at the same time. Till he could feel her soft flesh touching his.
He lay on his side, and he pushed his hard cock against her body. At the same time, he was pulling her closer to him, pulling her so he could feel her warm breasts pressing against his chest. He moved a hand down to one breast and he started to play with her nipples. He was glad to feel that they were already hard. He started to pull on one, and when he heard her moan, he was sure that he was doing everything just right.
He could feel her warm pussy hair next to his cock, and that was making him tremble a little bit. He continued to probe her mouth with his tongue, but what he wanted to do more than ever was enter her. He was nervous. He knew how much depended on this fuck. He loved everything there was about her. He loved the way she looked. He dug the way she moved. He liked her personality, her attitudes, and most of all he liked the way she felt when he held her in his arms.
Now he was going to fuck her. The kiss had ended, and it was time to thrust his cock into her cunt.
He moved his hands between her legs, and he was happy when she spread her thighs to make it easy for him. He moved his hand to her pussy and he started to stroke her gently. When he felt her wetness, he could sense that his cock was beginning to pulsate.
He moved his cock near her pussy, spreading her legs just a little more so he could position himself between them, and then he started to slide into her. He could feel her warm pussy flesh rubbing against his cock as he penetrated her, deeper and deeper and deeper. Soon, he could feel his pubic hair brushing against her, and he heard her start to moan.
She was already so wet in there, and he started to move in and out, slowly, slowly, and he could feel the pleasures building inside of him more and more, and he started to move his mouth down to hers and kissed her on the lips, and then he felt her wrap her legs around his ass and she started to massage his buttocks with her feet, and his cock was trembling inside of her, as he moved a little faster than before, faster, and he could feel her nipples rubbing against his chest, and she was so warm, and then her pussy was spasming again, and he wanted to hold off; but there was just so much tension in his balls, and she was so soft underneath him, and he tried to hold back for as long as he could. But try as he might, he couldn't hold on any longer.
"0-h-h-h-h-h," he had moaned loudly, as he shot off wildly in the girl's cunt. "0-h-h-h-h-h-hhhh!!!"
He felt himself shooting off inside of her, and he couldn't believe it. He felt so terrific, and so terrible, all at the same time. He hadn't wanted to come in her so fast, but there was nothing that he had been able to do to hold back. He cursed himself, silently, and he hoped that she had come, too.
He rolled off her and lay beside her, stroking her gently. That's how it had been.
Now, Adam looked up from the bed, and wondered what was taking his wife so long in the bathroom. He walked over there and knocked on the door. "Bev, are you okay?"
"Yes," she said. She was thinking about the bondage she had been in only a few minutes before. "I'll be out in a minute."
He sighed when he heard that. At least she was still talking to him, he thought. He walked back to the bed and sat down. The last thing in the world that he would have wanted was for her to be mad at him.
He remembered their first time, drifting back into the memory of it. She had been so understanding, and then, when he had gotten hard again, he had fucked her a second time. That time his staying power was even better. He could feel her pussy juicing up at least three times while he was inside of her, and the sweat from her body had rolled off on him, but he had loved every minute of it. She moved in with him two months later.
He thought about those days. At that time, he thought that nothing would ever go wrong between them.
He still wasn't sure if things had. He didn't know if he had done the right thing, bringing home that bag of bondage devices to use on her. He did know that he had a terrific time. It had been a long-time fantasy of his, and he had made it come true.
Bev hadn't seemed to notice that things had been slowly going stale in their marriage. Maybe it was because it was all in his mind. He couldn't get that straight in his mind. Maybe it was just his imagination. He still got hard-ons when he made out with his wife, and she still seemed to get off. It was just that he didn't seem to look forward to fucking her as much as he once had.
It had been on his mind at work recently.
And then there had been that crazy bondage movie.
He never would have gone to see a movie like that, but he had been so intrigued by the pictures outside. He'd been out for his lunch hour, and he'd passed a movie house that showed X-rated films. He had passed it a thousand times before, but the titles had never excited him.
However, today was different. The title made him do a double take. It was "Bondage for Beverly." Can you beat that, he had said to himself. Bondage for Bev. He looked at the pictures on the posters out front.
They featured bound girls. They had little stickers on their tits and cunts, but he could picture them totally nude, tightly bound with rope. He could see the way the ropes were cutting into their flesh. He could see the total look of fear on their faces, and he felt a faint tremble inside of him. He didn't know why.
He looked at his watch, and saw that his lunch hour was almost over. He hurried back to work, the naked and bound girls on his mind.
He couldn't stop thinking about those pictures the whole day. He could hardly concentrate on his work. Papers passed over his desk and before his eyes, but they were just blurs to him.
All he could see was a girl, a naked girl, bound and pleading for release. As the day wore on, that bound girl became recognizable. She became his Beverly, not the Beverly of the film's title, but the Beverly he shared his life with.
There was a lovely blond secretary in his office, and as she sat across from him talking, he couldn't help imagining her nude and in ropes.
"Did you hear what I just said?" the secretary asked him, snapping him out of his reverie.
"I'm sorry," he said to her, "but my mind was wondering. You just continue though, and I'll get the gist of it."
The secretary had gone on with what she was saying, telling him about some trivial matter he didn't give a shit about. He sat there imagining the things her boyfriend did to her. Maybe he beat her up and she liked it. He could see her tied up to a bed, naked, a look of total fear in her big blues eyes.
When she went back to her desk, he knew what he was going to do. He couldn't go on for the rest of the day in his condition. He knew it was the only way he would ever be able to get his mind cleared of these images. He called Bev up at the apartment.
"Dear," he said to her, "I hate to lay it on you so late, but I have to go to a meeting that starts at four. I won't be out till about seven, so I'll be home around seven-thirty,"
He was shocked when she said it was okay. For some reason, he had assumed she would see through his lie, but there was no reason why she should. Even as he walked to the movie theater after work, with the intentions of sitting through the film and seeing what it was all about, he was still trying to figure out if there was something wrong. Something might be wrong with his marriage, with his sex life, or maybe not.
They had lived together for almost a year and a half before deciding to get married. Then, nothing had been wrong. Even after they had been married, everything was fine.
It was only within the past few months, he thought, even though he couldn't lay his finger on when it was exactly.
At one point, he had told himself that he was only getting the seven year itch. They hadn't even been together for seven years.
He thought of all these things as he paid his three dollars and walked into the movie house. In some ways, he thought it was ridiculous for him to be searching for an answer in an X-rated bondage movie, but in other ways, he didn't think it was ridiculous at all. They showed people fucking on the screen. What was wrong with that? Nothing. Maybe if he could see other people up there, see what they did to make fucking more fun, maybe he could see what if anything was wrong in his marriage.
The movie began. The first thing he saw was a young girl tied up. She was totally naked, and her legs were spread wide. He could see a great view of her cunt. He even saw the way the ropes came through her legs, pressing into her trembling pussy. It made her cunt look so delightful.
The girl was struggling with the ropes that had her hands tied behind her back. She was crouched on the floor, and she looked more and more terrified by the minute. Then he could see why. There was a shadow of a man approaching her slowly. His shadow looked so ominous as it moved closer and closer, and soon, the screen was so black that you couldn't even see her. The film's title and the names of the players came on over that.
Adam shifted in his seat. That first shot of the girl had sent his cock bounding into stiffness. He moved it through his pants, adjusting it a little so that it would be more comfortable.
When the film began again, there were two men standing over the dead body of the girl he'd seen in ropes at the start. They were talking about the way this had been another bondage murder case. Other pretty young girls had been killed in the same way. The actors were amateurs, not too convincing, and it was obvious they were trying to make it out to be the famous Hillside Stranglings. That turned Adam off. He envisioned bondage as something pleasurable for the girl, even though she was in fear of the unknown.
The film moved along, showing the killer, a handsome young man who went about seducing different girls. Each girl would make it with him, then end up bound and gagged. Finally, he would presumably kill them, though all you'd see was a dark shadow.
Each time he saw one of the girls tied up, he saw the way the ropes cut into the flesh, and that turned him on something fierce.
Adam liked the sense of power it gave him, seeing the girls tied up and helpless. There was one redhead in the film, and she reminded him of his wife. He recalled the way she had been tied up on the screen, and that was the way he had tied his wife, spread-eagled on the bed on her back with that one line of rope cutting across her breasts.
By the time the movie was over, Adam was so horny he could have jerked himself off right then and there. He knew that Bev would be home, and that was when he decided to put his little plan into action. He stopped off at a Pleaseure Chest store that was only a few blocks away from the movie house, and he asked about bondage gear.
He recalled the leather ropes that had been used by the man in the film. Adam felt a little embarrassed about asking for those things. He pretended that he was doing some kind of research for a book or something. He just wanted some leather thongs to use as photo props in illustrations for the book.
The man behind the counter just shrugged. He pulled out a bunch of different ropes and thongs. Adam spotted some that reminded him of what he saw in the film, and that fired his imagination.
He paid for the things, and the man put them in the brown paper bag. He walked out of the store, feeling embarrassed, and then he went straight home.
He thought about the bag that was sitting in the dresser drawer now. The ropes and whips had done their job, and he wondered if he would ever get to use them again. It was sure taking Bev a long time in the bathroom.
"Bev," he called out once again. "Are you coming to bed?"
She didn't answer. Instead, she just opened the door. She was still naked, and she started to walk to the bed. He looked at her body closely to see if there were any wounds that showed.
He was glad when he saw that there weren't. That was the way it was supposed to be, he thought. All fun, a little scary, but no actual pain.
She climbed into the bed next to him, and lay down beside him. He moved his arm and put it around her shoulder. He was glad when she responded and moved her body closer to his. He gave her a playful hug, and then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. He could feel her responding, and he started to mount her. She spread her legs for him, and he entered her slowly. He could feel how wet her pussy was, and soon, he was in as deep as he could go.
He started to thrust inside of her, and soon he could feel his cock beginning to pulsate. He started to come in her in less than five minutes, and then he rolled off her. He still held her in his arms, though.
"I'm sorry I had to whip you the way I did," he said.
"It's about time you said something. I just want to say that... between Ernie and me ... there's nothing...."
"I don't want to hear about that," he said. "As far as I'm concerned, all is forgiven."
"Yes, but...."
"Look, forget all about that, okay? That's done. I don't want to hear that you've made it with him again, that's all. I have to get some sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow at work. Kiss me, okay Bev?"
She came to him and gave him a kiss. He lay on his back and let his eyes drop shut. He didn't think he'd ever hear anymore about the Ernie business. As he dropped off to sleep he felt a big smile spread across his face.
Chapter Four
Bev tried to piece together everything that had taken place. She lay there in bed, trying to fit things together. She looked at her husband's curly hair, pressed against the pillow, and she ran her hands through it. She pulled at a few of the curls, just for her own enjoyment, and when his hand brushed hers away, she realized there would be no more sex play till the next day.
The redhead lay there, resting her head in the softness of her pillow. She closed her eyes, and tried to drift off to sleep, but unconsciousness would not come. There were just too many things swirling in her mind.
She couldn't get it all out of her mind, the strange things that had gone on between them. She thought, when he apologized to her, that they would get into a long discussion about it all. Nothing like that had happened. He had just brushed it off,-and that was all there was to it. She was still sure he wasn't convinced of her innocence, even though he didn't seem to care one way or the other.
She was innocent. She hadn't fucked Ernie or anyone besides her husband.
She remembered how she had told him, when they first met at Middleburg College, that she had only slept with one man before, that one boyfriend. She thought about that guy now. She had met him before Adam. They were the only two men she had let fuck her.
When Adam had told her about his being a one-woman man, she had been thinking she was also a one-man woman. She saw the way her girl friends were going from one guy to another, trying to fuck everything in sight.
She had always thought that sex should be more than the act itself. When the guy had finally talked her into giving up her virginity to him, she knew it was going to be lovely. It sure as hell had been too.
When Adam had asked her to sleep with him, she had done it. She knew that it was going to be lovely with him too. She had been right. When Adam made love to her, she felt all these tingly feelings in her body. She felt her passions rise to a fever pitch.
She would have fiery orgasms. Tonight it had been even better. The first time he had brought her to orgasm tonight, he had stopped and left her hanging. Yet, her body remained in that tingly state from the bondage. The second time, when he had actually brought her off, it didn't just subside when it was over.
Her body stayed like that till he finally took the ropes off her. It was almost as good, if not better, than the time they had first fucked. Then there had been the great fuck when they had first decided to live together. That had to be one of the best fucks of her life. This one had come pretty close, and that was one of the reasons she was so upset about Adam's refusal to talk about it. She still wanted to know why he had decided to bind her arms to the bedposts. He still hadn't told her that. She also wanted him to know how much she had enjoyed it all, how tingly her body had felt, how good her orgasms had been.
He wouldn't talk about it, even though he had been talkative when he first came home from work. He had walked in with a brown paper bag tucked under his arm, and he had placed it on the table.
"For me?" she'd asked.
"Yes, it is," he said dryly.
"Oh goodie. I'll look inside."
He had snatched it away before she was able to touch it, and now she knew why. If she had seen all those bondage devices, she would never have let him use them on her. She had to admit that to herself.
Now, as she lay next to him, watching his back move every so often, watching his ass muscles flex as he moved his legs, she knew why he had said all those things. He was just setting her up for discipline.
He had been quite loving during the evening. Every so often he had put his arms around her waist and given her a kiss on the back of the neck. He didn't really believe she was fucking Ernie Snyder. Every time he kissed her she felt a thrill down to her cunt. She always felt a reaction in her cunt when he touched her.
She let her mind range back over the events of the evening. She had gone looking for him, after she had cleared the dishes. She found him in the bedroom. She had failed to notice that he'd taken the bag from the table.
He was lying on the bed, stretched out and looking comfortable. He patted the bed next to him and indicated that he wanted her there. When she had walked into the room and seen him lying there, she knew that he wanted to fuck. She went and lay beside him.
He put his arm around her shoulders, pulled her close to him, kissed her. She started to sense the warmth of being in his arms. She felt like that all the time, when he touched her, but this time it was even more thrilling. She was fully dressed, lying on the bed with her husband.
She was getting hot, getting horny.
"I love you," she said. "You're my sex object."
"Sex? Did I hear you say sex?"
"You sure did," she said. She was running her hand down between his legs. She could feel his hardness. "I think another part of you heard the word sex too. Your cock, dear. Your lovely cock."
"You are a naughty one," he had said.
"Your lovely cock," she went on. "That throbbing, pulsing thing. That wonderful rod between your legs that thrills me so much."
Then he was climbing on top of her, and he was kissing her on the lips once again. She could feel his hands pulling at her buttons. Her nipples were already so stiff at that point she thought they'd burst. When he opened her blouse, he started to play with her tits. She hardly ever wore a bra.
Soon he was lifting the blouse off her shoulders, and he moved his mouth down to her tits and started to kiss them. She could feel the way he was playing with her stiff nipples in his mouth, and she closed her eyes and just tried to concentrate on the sensations.
She didn't even think there was anything wrong with him when they started making love. He stretched her hands overhead. He did that kind of thing to her often, letting his outstretched arms lie on top of hers while he kissed her tits.
She could feel his hands gripping tightly to hers. She hardly even noticed when he started to loosen his grip on her hands. Soon, his hands weren't even touching hers, and hers were still outstretched. Then, she could feel something else touching her wrists. Something that felt so smooth. She didn't even try to think of what it was. Anything that helped the heightening of sensations was nothing to worry about.
It was only when she felt the thing get tighter around her wrists that she started to think about it, but even then, she didn't bother opening her eyes. For he was doing such an expert job on her nipples, and to open her eyes would mean that she would have to look, and lose some of the sensations.
Then, he stopped kissing her tits. She opened her eyes and she saw him sliding down her body, pulling off her pants at the same time. That was when she first tried to move her arms, and she saw that she couldn't. She pulled at them, and they wouldn't move. Then she looked, and she could see that there were these tight leather bonds around her wrists. They were strapped to the two bedposts, and the more she pulled on her wrists, the tighter they seemed to get.
By the time she looked down at him again, she was totally naked, and he was already stretching out her leg and wrapping a leather bond around one ankle. She couldn't believe that he was doing this to her.
"Adam! What are you doing?"
He made no reply. He just went on tying the thong about her ankle, and then he yanked it nearer to the lower bedpost. When she realized that her free leg was the only thing she had left to fight with, she tried to kick. She hit him in the face, and for a minute, she thought that her toenail had scratched him. It missed. By the time she realized that it hadn't, he had already grabbed that foot, and he was already binding her.
Then he reached under the bed, pulled out the paper bag that he had brought home with him that night, walked over to the dresser, put the bag down, and sat down next to it.
"Adam, is this what was in the bag? I want to know? Is this what you brought home for me?"
That was when he went into his silent act.
He sat there looking at her for almost a half hour before he said anything. He did things to her first, she remembered now. The orgasm that almost was, but wasn't. She would hardly ever be able to forget that.
Then he had started to accuse her of fucking Ernie Snyder. That really hurt. She had never even thought of doing anything like that before. She had only met the man twice. The first time was the day he was moving in. She had seen all the suitcases that were being hauled into the place, and when the movers left, he was all alone.
Bev thought he might want some coffee or something, and chances were he didn't have his cooking gear taken out of the boxes. She made a pot of coffee and took some rolls that she had just bought that morning, and brought them over to him.
He was delighted that she was so thoughtful. She liked his foreign accent and manners. He was such a gentleman. They had coffee and rolls, talked for a short while, and then he asked her if she would mind if he got back to his unpacking.
Naturally, she understood and she left him with his boxes and suitcases.
That was the first time she ever saw the man. It was innocent and harmless enough. Then there was the second meeting. He had come over just to talk and find out a little about the new apartment building he was living in. She had been glad to tell him, because she enjoyed listening to his accent.
He was always so cordial with her. She found him enchanting, but not in a sexual way. He was always completely polite. On both occasions, the possibility of fucking him had been completely remote from his mind, or so it seemed.
Beverly stared at her husband, lying there asleep. He had been the only man for her, at least after that old boyfriend at school. Her mind drifted back to him, that former boyfriend. He had been the first to fuck her. She wondered what he was up to these days.
Chapter Five
Bev had been a little nervous about going out with that old boyfriend, she recalled. She had never gone to a guy's apartment before, and she kind of knew what he would expect of her. In some ways she was looking forward to it.
She had found herself becoming more and more attracted to him while she had been talking to him that first time. In some ways, she thought that he was nice for having called her. She was a little scared about losing her virginity, but she had always told herself that she would like to do it with a man that she loved.
And her first reaction to that man had been that she was in love with him.
They went to a film, and afterward it was natural for him to ask her up to his pad. He started to kiss her as they sat there on the couch. It didn't take him long to suggest that they move to the bedroom. She soon found herself naked and shy in his bed.
When she told him that she was a virgin, he seemed to understand her shyness, and he told her that they would be able to work it out together. Then, he started to kiss her on the lips. He slowly worked his way down to her pink nipples, taking them between his lips and kissing them ever so gently. She could feel his hand moving between her legs even as he licked her nipples into stiffness, and soon he was spreading her legs and massaging her pussy. She could feel her pussy lips opening for him, and then he was massaging her clit and waves of pleasure were running through her entire body.
She couldn't get over how gentle he was with her. When he slid into her, and eventually had to break through her hymen, he was so gentle she could hardly feel a thing. Just a quick shooting pain, and the pleasure surmounted it all. She knew after that first time with him that she was in love with him. The way his cock felt inside her was just too great for her to ever want to give him up. Her friends sure had some things to say to her when Bev told her how much she loved him and how nice he had been.
"Bev, that was your first time, and it seems that every girl I know has fallen in love with the man who they had the first time. It's only natural. You're confusing love with sex, and they're two completely different things."
"Are you saying that I don't know when I'm in love?"
"No, that's not it at all. I just want you to be careful. Don't rush into anything. Remember that a man's cock is only a sex organ. You can fall in love with the feeling of a man's cock inside you, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you're in love with the man."
That was something that Bev didn't want to hear, so she just shrugged it off.
She was soon to learn that the girl was right. As their relationship started to get more and more serious, he was interested in exploring their sex life more thoroughly. First, he wanted her to try oral sex. He told her how much he liked to have his cock sucked, and he wanted her to do it.
The first time she tried it she was a little scared, and when he started to pulsate in her mouth, she just couldn't finish. The second time, he held her head down, even though she was struggling to get away. When his come started to leak out of the head of his cock, and she tasted it, she decided she liked it.
He seemed to be glad about that. He was glad because that meant he could continue to explore new things.
Anal sex was the next thing that he wanted her to get into. He had a hard time coaxing Bev into going along with it. There were times when she was so amazed that his thick cock could fit into her pussy, and she kept telling herself and him that there was no way he was going to be able to fit into her ass. He was insistent, and then a few days before he finally talked her into it, he asked her to marry him.
That had a lot to do with her finally giving in and going along with what he wanted. She let him fuck her in the ass, after he had made sure to lubricate his cock with a thick wad of Vaseline. She had also insisted that he do the same with her asshole, first using his finger to loosen her up a little bit.
He agreed, and when his finger was inside her, she already seemed to know that this was something she wasn't going to like. His finger, which was so much thinner than his cock, was already hurting her.
She didn't say anything to him. She waited till he had gotten his cock into her asshole, and she buried her head in the pillow and just tried to forget all the pain she was feeling. He started to thrust into her, and when his cock began to pulsate before he came, she thought that he was going to bust her wide open. Of course, that didn't happen, but she told him that she would never let him do anything like that to her again.
That was when the troubles started.
"Why don't you want me to do that to you again?" he asked her.
"It hurt. I know that you might not like the way I feel, but it hurt. It might have been satisfying to you, but if you want to know the truth, I can't remember feeling anything as painful as that in my life."
He still wasn't buying that, so one day, she decided she would show him exactly why she didn't like the ass fucking. She went out and she bought a dildo that she estimated was about the same size as his cock. That night, when he asked her if she wanted to let him try again, she had something different to say on the matter.
"I'll do it with you if you let me do it to you first," she said.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Just this," she said, pulling out the dildo. "I bought it today, thinking that it was the same size as you are. I want you to see what it feels like so if you let me try it in your ass, I'll let you try yours in mine. If you think that there's anything pleasurable about it when I'm finished."
He agreed. She hadn't thought that he would agree to something like that, but he did. He quickly undressed and lay down on his stomach, on the bed. She could see his two hairy buttocks laid out before her. She took some Vaseline and started to smear it on the dildo, then took some and started to massage his tense asshole with it. He relaxed much faster than she had, and she was a little scared when she started to put it in him and he started to moan. It slid in his ass so easy, and he started to rock his ass up and down off the bed.
He was really massaging his cock which had gotten so hard the minute she had pushed the dildo into him. He continued to moan for a long time, and then when he thought he was going to come, he asked her to take it out. She did.
He rolled over on his back and she could see that his cock was harder and looked bigger than it had ever looked before. When he first rolled over, it was trembling, but after a few seconds^ that trembling stopped.
"It's your turn now," he said to her.
"I don't want to do it. It hurts me so much."
"You promised that you would let me do it. You did."
She was insisting that she would never let him do anything like that to her again. She told him that she never should have made a promise like that to him, and the only reason she had done anything like that was because she never thought that he would like it.
"I don't care what your excuses are," he said. "You made me a promise, and I'm going to hold you to that promise no matter what."
Then he grabbed her and started to tear off the rest of her clothes. She tried to run away from him, but he was much stronger than she was. He threw her down on the bed and he pushed her legs up to her head, exposing her cunt and her asshole. She was still kicking with her legs, trying to push him away.
All of a sudden, he was reaching for something. She didn't know what it was, but then, he was grabbing her hands and turning her over on her stomach. She still tried to kick him away, but he was tying her hands. She started to yell, and before she could let out a faint scream, he was covering her mouth with his hand, muffling any sounds that might come out.
"I'm going to put you in bondage, Bev," he growled, "and then I'm going to fuck your ass for you."
She could feel his hard cock separating her ass cheeks and starting to prod its way into her asshole. He wasn't using any kind of lubrication at all. She could feel the rough skin of his dry cock ripping off the tender skin of her asshole as he thrust his way into her.
She had never seen this side of him before. She couldn't get over how brutal he was being with her. She tried to pull her hands free, but he had tied them up too well and too tight. She tried to roll out from under him, but once he was firmly embedded inside of her, there was no way out.
She could feel the pain running through every bone of her body, and she could feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes. He didn't seem to care at all. If anything, he was starting to thrust faster rather than trying to slow down. She could feel her whole insides being ripped away as his cock continued thrusting. His balls smacked her in the ass. His chest pressed down her back, crushing her bound hands.
She was relieved when the pulsations started. She began to move her ass up and down, even though the pain was continuing, getting worse because of the throbbing, just because she wanted to bring him off as fast as she could. Her work seemed to help. He started to come inside her after only being in her a few minutes, and it was relieving to feel that creamy come coating her insides. Then, when he was finished, he rolled off her.
She could see his flaccid cock hitting his thigh as he rolled on his back, and in some ways, she wanted to take a knife and cut it off. This was the man that was going to marry her. Or could she marry him now?
"Please!" she begged. "Untie my hands!"
He reached over, now calm, as if nothing had happened. Then he untied her. He started to stroke her ass, gently massaging the flesh.
"We have to talk," she said. "I thought that I loved you, and I thought that you loved me. A man that could do something like this to me couldn't love me. I know that now."
"If that's the way you want it," he said.
It was only now, as she thought about that long-ago fuck in the ass, that she realized what he had done was the same thing Adam had done. They had both tied her up to make her helpless, and then they had both used her.
She thought to herself that they had actually abused her body, rather than just using it. Not only that, but Adam hadn't given her a chance to explain that she wasn't fucking Ernie. He heard her, but he didn't even want to think about it.
She looked at his naked figure on the bed next to her. She could tell that he was drifting into a long and peaceful sleep. Peaceful because he had done whatever he wanted to do to her that night. She reached down and squeezed his ass cheeks once more.
This time she pinched them hard, as if she wanted to inflict some kind of pain in him. He didn't seem to react at all, or at least she didn't see any kind of reaction from him. She figured that he was probably too far gone in his sleep.
However, since she was lying on one side of him, she couldn't see that his cock was starting to get bigger when she pinched him like that. It was in a completely flaccid state at first, but as she pinched him, it started to grow. Soon it was hard as a rock. She pulled her hands away from his ass and folded them across her chest.
Then the idea came to her. She looked over at him once more and a wicked smile came across her face.
"You asked for it and you're going to get it," she said. "Accuse me of fucking another guy, will you?"
She let her head fall back into the softness of the pillow. Now she knew what she was going to do to get even with her husband. She would fuck Ernie Snyder. As long as he wouldn't believe that she wasn't doing it, she might as well have the fun of fucking the dude.
With a broad smile on her face, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
As Bev was dropping off to sleep in their apartment, the night was young next door. Ernie Snyder was entertaining a lovely blond stewardess.
"Care for a cocktail, dear?" he asked the girl.
They were sitting beside each other on his sofa. He was a lover of night life. He knew that things got rolling after midnight. With this cutie, Candy Jones, that was sure to be the case. He had known her for some time, going back to their life together in England.
She was still in her airline uniform. She had been on a plane only a few hours before. From the airport, she had buzzed over to his pad.
"I'll have the usual," she said, "and make it strong."
He grinned to himself as he walked over to the bar. He was hoping that it would reassure her of the fact that he knew what she was thinking. She was thinking Scotch and soda.
Ernie liked that fact that all the girls he knew were stewardesses. He was glad because most of them took the London routes, and he could always see them. When he had lived in England-just a few months ago-he had seen Candy again. Now that he was living in the States, he was glad he could catch her act at this end.
He brushed his brown hair off his forehead as he started to pour the drinks. He knew she liked two jiggers of Scotch with just a splash of soda.
He looked over at the blond lovely sitting on the sofa. She had to be the most beautiful girl he had ever fucked. He could see now that she had her hair pulled in a tight bun. She did that because of the hat the stews had to wear, and now that she wasn't wearing the hat he couldn't wait to see her long hair falling on her shoulders.
He loved her lips. He could hardly wait to feel them pursed around his cock.
"I love your new pad," the girl said, smiling.
"Marvelous. I had to get it together so fast when I heard they were shipping me over to the States. The company found it for me, but I had to get it all together myself. All the furniture is mine. It was a bloody hard job, getting it ship-shape for your arrival."
"You've done a nice job, Ernie, and you should be proud of it."
"Thanks love," he said, walking over to her and handing her the extra strong drink he had made. He plopped down on the couch beside her. "So tell me, gorgeous, how was the flight?"
"What a drag. Sometimes they can be exciting and sometimes they can be a drag, and this flight was boring."
"How come?"
He asked her only because he knew that she wanted to tell him, not because he was interested. He really didn't give a shit. As she spoke, he was mentally undressing her. His eyes were on her breasts, moving enticingly beneath her uniform.
"There was a man on board," she said. "The first time I walked down the aisle asking if anyone wanted magazines, I felt him pinch my ass. I didn't say anything to him then I just ignored him at first. Later on, though, he came into the lounge and I was making drinks there. He tried to pick me up at least a dozen times, but I couldn't stand him."
"How come?"
He had a reason for asking all these questions. He could tell that she was a little tired, having rushed over there so fast and all, and he wanted her to relax a little more before getting into her.
"Well, I could tell that all he wanted to do was fuck me. He was rubbing his hard cock against me whenever he could, and he was reaching for my tits whenever he could. It was disgusting."
"I can imagine."
"It sure was. Just because I'm a stew, he thought he could get away with rape. There's a guy like him on every flight. He went a little further than they usually do. Now if he's a little more subtle..."
Ernie knew what she meant. That was exactly what he, was doing right now.
"I got even with the sucker," she went on.
"What did you do?" he asked, and he knew that it was about time to make his move for her. She shifted her weight closer to him.
As she spoke, he started to let down her hair, pulling at the few clips that she had in to keep her bun up and tight. It didn't take him long to get the clips out, and then, when her hair fell down on her shoulders, he started to run his fingers through its softness.
"When I was serving," she said, "serving the dinners on the plane. I was serving his, and I accidentally dropped it all over his lap."
"I'll bet it was on purpose."
"I call it an accident. Anyway, he was so excited when I started to wipe his off. I could feel his cock pressing against his pants, trying to get but, and I made sure to brush my hands across him a few times, giving him some squeezes. Then, when that was done, I just let him sit there like an idiot."
Candy started to laugh. Ernie didn't think that it was all that funny. Since she was laughing, he just laughed along with her.
As the laughs died down, he moved his lips towards her neck. He could see how soft and white it looked, and he kissed her there, planting his lips on her skin, sticking his tongue out and licking her just a little.
She started to laugh again. He drew back, and he could see that she was almost finished with the drink he had made for her. One more like that, he said to himself, and she will be ready to do anything and everything.
"You look like you need a refill," he said, taking her glass and walking back to the bar. He started to make her another drink, this time pouring even more Scotch than the first time.
"So,", she said, trying to fix her hair and recover from the last kiss, and the warm feeling that she had felt all over her body when he had touched her. "I want to hear about what you've been doing. I haven't seen you in almost three months, and that's a long time."
He didn't think so, but he didn't want her to know that.
"It is," he said to her. "It is a long time. When you have a job that takes up a lot of your time, and you have an apartment to get together, then there's really no time to do what you want to do."
"Sounds like you've had a dry run, Ernie."
He laughed. "Well, that's not exactly what I said."
"Sounds like you're horny."
He didn't want to tell her that she was wrong. He had a large circle of girl friends to keep him entertained, but that wasn't something he wanted her to know.
There was one girl he had recently met, someone whom he had found himself attracted to. He hadn't made a move for her yet. She was his next door neighbor, a girl named Beverly. She was a good-looking piece of ass, all right. There were reasons he hadn't tried anything with her yet.
He wondered if his sexual passions might run a little kinky for the middle classed wife next door. Out of all the girls he'd made it with, only a few had turned him down as too weird. Most, like Candy, dug the things he was into. That Beverly woman looked too straight.
Then there was the fact that she had a husband. That was trouble. With some wives, you had to go through a lot of trouble to get them into bed. Then they started to feel guilty afterwards. He had a new policy. He wouldn't make an advance to a married woman. He would wait till they made the advances, and then, before jumping into bed with them, he would make it clear about the way he felt. He would make it plain that this was only going to happen once or twice, maybe a few times, but that they better not think of getting serious.
Those who agreed would have fun. Those who didn't he turned down. He could always find some available woman to fuck that night.
He decided to play it cozy with Candy.
"As a matter of fact," he lied, "I haven't been doing very Well over here. It's a different life style over here, and I haven't been making my usual number of conquests. People have very closed social circles over here. Sometimes when I find a small area of agreement with someone, something else crops up and we wind up in an argument."
"Poor guy," she said half-kiddingly.
He didn't want to lay it on too thick in his bid for sympathy. He could have her eating out of his hand if he played his cards right. "I guess I've just been lonely these past few months, what with the move over here and everything. You know how loneliness can be,"
"Darling," she said to him. "You can forget about these last few months. At least for tonight. I'm with you tonight."
"And I'm delighted," he replied.
He moved his mouth to hers and he kissed her on the lips. He could feel her digging her tongue deeper into his mouth. He started to suck on it, and he could taste her sweet breath moving from her mouth to his. He could also taste the Scotch and that reminded him of the frame of mind she was probably in.
"Where's the room?" she asked. "Where's the dungeon?"
"Aha. You know I had time enough to set up a proper dungeon."
"But of course. I just assumed it was the first bit of redecorating you did in here. Your dungeon in London was first class."
"And I wouldn't move anywhere without fitting out a new dungeon. Would you like us to go in there and get ready for a little session?"
"Point the way."
He showed her to the special room. "You'll find everything hanging in the closet," he said.
She kissed him again, and this time he reached for her tit through her uniform. She pulled away before he was able to get a firm grasp on her, and she smiled at him as she walked down the hall to the room.
He sat back on the couch. It had to be at least a month since he had found someone willing to play along with his game, and he was looking forward to it more than he ever had before. He could feel his cock swelling with anticipation as he thought about what was going to be in store for him.
He started to rub his stiffening cock through his pants. He could feel waves of pleasure running through his body as his cock got harder and harder.
"0-h-h-h-h," he moaned.
He was wondering what the neighbors would say if they could know what went on in his pad. They would probably think he was nuts. They would probably tell him to see a psychiatrist.
He knew that wasn't necessary. What went on behind closed doors was a man's private business anyway. He didn't care what the neighbors thought, except maybe for that redhead next door.
If he only could be sure that she would dig the things he dug, he would already have made a pass at her. He didn't care what other people thought, but he wanted the redhead to dig the scene he dug. She was something special, something different.
He remembered the first time she had come to see him. She was like a vision out of some erotic film. She had come to him to help him get settled, the lovely housewife coming over to help the stranded new bachelor next door. He loved it.
The first thing he noticed on her finger was that thin band of gold. That told him she was another man's woman. The ring sent little alarm bells going off in his head, and he knew he would have to steer clear ... unless she came to him.
He had not gone out of his way to see her again over the past few months. He was hoping that she would try to make some kind of pass at him. He had even gone as far as to talk to her about marriage, just to try to gauge her feelings. Was she happy with the man she was married to?
Maybe they each played around on the side. Were they a couple of swingers?
"Tell me about your husband," he had asked, when it seemed that they had run out of things to talk about.
"What would you like to know?"
"You've been telling me about yourself. Now tell me something about this fellow Adam."
"We're happy," was all she said.
He had dropped the subject. She wasn't making the pass he'd hoped for, and didn't strike him as a swinger. Besides, she was square and wouldn't understand the freaky things he was into.
Then he heard Candy's voice. "Come here, Ernie," he heard a voice say, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted. He looked up, and he could see that Candy was standing in front of him. She looked fantastic.
She was dressed in leather, completely. Whatever part of her that was clothed, that is. She was only wearing a thin strap of leather across her breasts, and another one instead of panties. The leather was black and smooth against her white skin. Her blonde hair, falling loose on her shoulders now, looked soft enough to wade through. There was one other thing she had with her. Clamped tightly in her left hand was a fearsome-looking black whip.
Chapter Seven
Candy lashed the whip at Ernie, then spoke. "I don't want to hear you say anything till I tell you to! Is that understood, you worthless slave?"
"Y ... yes," Ernie stammered.
She lashed him again. "You don't answer me when I ask you a question unless you're given permission. Just nod your head, slave."
He stood up and he started to unbutton his shirt. Candy stood back a little bit, but not far enough so that the whip wouldn't hit him if she still had to reprimand him during the undressing.
This was the best part of the evening. She loved it when she had the control over him, and she got more aroused watching him undress then during any other part of the game. She could see the bristly hair around his nipples. It was a light shade of brown, and she knew how soft it felt when she touched it. She could see, through the thick tufts around the nipples, that he was already turned on.
He reached for his belt buckle, stepping out of his shoes at the same time. He kicked them out of the way and watched them land on the other side of the room.
Then he slid his pants down his legs, slowly. He knew that his cock was now pressing against his tight briefs, and he was just about to pull down those shorts when he felt the whip lash on his chest.
"Not yet," she said to him. "Go into the room."
He started to walk toward the room where she had gone to change. He could feel her presence, walking closely behind him. Every so often, he would feel her prodding the whip handle into his back, pushing him and indicating that she wanted him to walk faster. He was there fast enough. He walked into the familiar paneled room, and looked around.
He had that room specially decorated, just for occasions like this. He had it paneled in a dark wood, and there was a thick red carpet on the floor. Over against the wall, right opposite the door, was a large wooden bed with old-fashioned bedposts. Hanging over it was a huge mirror.
He looked up at the mirror. He could see Candy's reflection as well as his own. She was now wearing high-heeled black leather boots.
"Get your ass over to the bed!" she ordered, pushing him with the whip handle.
He started to walk over to the bed, and all of a sudden he felt a large shove come from behind as she pushed him onto the bed. He landed flat on his chest, and she was jumping on top of his back, holding him down.
She sat on his back, facing his ass, and she started to spank him. He could feel these incredible sensations running through his whole body, and ending up in his cock, which was trembling now, but was also being pushed into the softness of the mattress.
She spanked him only a few times, and then she decided that it was time to expose the rest of his body. She reached into the elastic of his shorts and slid them down.
"I've missed this ass," she said to him, looking down at the smooth ass cheeks. She liked that about him a lot. He was a pretty hairy guy. There was hair all over his chest and legs. His buttocks were smooth, hairless, two globes of white flesh. She just loved that.
She was rubbing her hand over them, plying the flesh through her fingers. Then, all of a sudden, he felt the whip sting his ass.
She was hitting him with the hand grip part of the whip, again and again and again. She held it like a cane, and spanked his ass with it. He tried to move around, squirm away from the whip which he knew was going to land again, but the weight of her on his back kept him from moving, and the blows landed one after another.
Again and again she lashed his back. She went at it for a few minutes more, and when she was sure he had enough she stopped. She maneuvered her body on his back so she was facing his head.
"Slide your body up," she ordered, lifting herself off him and straddling him so he could move.
He tried, then fell back. She lashed out at his ass with the whip. She let the thin leather land on his tense buttocks this time. When he was in position, she stretched hi s arms out over his head. She could see the small nooses hanging from the bedposts, and she slipped one over each wrist and pulled it tight. In less than ten seconds, she had his hands secured, just the way she wanted them.
Then she climbed off his body and she started on his feet. She slipped the two small ropes at the end of the bed over his feet and up to his ankles, and then she tightened the nooses, securing him in that way. Then she hopped off the bed and stood over him, looking at how helpless he was.
"You're gorgeous," she said. "I love you helpless."
Then she started to whip him again. He could feel the smooth leather landing on his back, his buttocks, and the back of his legs. Each time the whip landed, he didn't know where it was going to hit, till it actually made contact with his flesh. He was pulling at his arms, struggling, trying to get away from this grip that she had on him. There was no way out. He turned his neck and he looked over at the wall behind her.
There was a large mirror on that wall. He could see his own face and body. He could see her too, and the way her tight buttocks were flexing through the leather panties. The way her arm would raise and flash downward, sending the whip whistling through the air, thrilled him.
After a few more minutes, she was sure that he had enough. She walked over to the small table that was in the corner of the room by the door. She had noticed it from the very first minute she had entered the room to change clothes. There was a tremendous selection of dildoes on the table, all sizes and thicknesses. She picked up one that was right for what she wanted to do to him, and she walked back.
"I bet you thought you were going to fuck me tonight, didn't you?" she said. "Well you're wrong. If anyone is going to get fucked it's you ... in the ass."
Then she pried his taut ass cheeks apart. She started to massage his asshole as she moved her finger deeper and deeper inside him. She could feel him beginning to ease up, and she was happy about that. She moved her finger all the way down, till she could feel his prostate. She started to massage it gently.
He could feel all this on his cock especially. When she had first started to enter his ass, he could feel the pleasure building. When she started to massage his tender asshole till it began to loosen, he felt even better. He began to move his ass up and down off the bed, giving his cock a nice little massage between his stomach and the silk sheets.
She jerked her finger out of his rectum, and replaced her hand with her face. She knew that spittle was the best lubrication for a good ass fuck. She stuck out her tongue, and she started to lick his asshole. She could taste the cool sweat of his buttocks on her tongue. She worked up a lot of spit in her mouth and forced it out onto her tongue, them reamed his asshole.
She wet his anus real good, then moved her mouth away and inserted the head of the thick dildo. He could feel his asshole stretching to take the rubber object inside, and what little discomfort there was didn't bother him.
He knew that once he got used to it, he would feel better and better. He was already feeling terrific, and he couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Even though he already knew, he liked to play it by ear.
She continued to move the dildo in him, till it was in as deep as it would go. Then, she started to move it in and out of his asshole, slowly, slowly, and then began to build up speed.
He started to moan as he felt the pleasing effect of having his innermost regions explored by the fake phallus inside of him. He started to move his ass up and down faster and faster.
Then he felt her reaching underneath his body and taking his stiff cock firmly in her grip. She started to move her hands up and down the shaft, paying particular attention to the head of his cock, which she knew was the most sensitive part of him. She ran her fingers through his sweaty public patch, and then down to his hot balls which she gave a nice playful squeeze.
He could feel the tension building in his cock more and more by the second. When she squeezed his balls he thought that she was going to squeeze the come right out of him. Then she eased up and moved her hand back to his hard shaft. Then she moved her hand up and down the shaft, slowly and then faster. She could feel his cock starting to pulse under her grip, and she started to move the dildo in and out of him with her other hand even faster than she was already doing.
Then she could feel him shooting out his thick creamy juices. She moved her hand to the tip of his cock and felt the cream all over her fingers. She started to rub it into his belly even while his cock continued to ejaculate more and more. He was moaning louder and louder as he continued to come faster and faster. He could feel the sweat all over his body, on his buttocks, his chest, his feet.
It was all over! His cock started to go limp in her hand. She was still massaging him, but he knew that he was spent. He couldn't get over what a sensational orgasm he had just had. He knew that it had to be the best one he had in months, but the game was still at its peak.
He fell forward on the bed, still pulling at his hands. The ropes were secured too tightly.
She started to pull the dildo out of his asshole, slowly but surely. He could feel his ass muscles returning to normal. He could feel the stretching ending as the dildo almost popped its way out of his asshole.
She kissed his body everywhere she could. She was kissing and licking off the beads of sweat that dotted his flesh. He could feel the cool tongue running along his buttocks, and he started to moan when she did that. After a few minutes, she climbed on top of him, almost trying to shelter him, and she just lay there. He could feel her warm flesh and the two pieces of leather on his skin, and he was beginning to get aroused again.
He knew that before anything like that happened to him again, he was going to have to do something about the positions they were in. He started to move his ass up and down so she could feel him, "Take off the bonds," he said.
She was getting up, and then she started to undo his feet. She loosened the rope around his ankles. Soon he could feel the freedom returning to his feet, Then she was starting to open the nooses around his wrists, and he slid his hands free. He rolled over on his back. He looked up at himself in the mirror, and he smiled. He could see his still flaccid cock lying limp between his legs, but he knew that it wouldn't be limp for long.
Ernie began to rise.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked.
"I have to take a leak," he replied.
The woman watched him walk out of the room. She sat down on the bed and waited for him to return so she could play her part of the game now. For even though she enjoyed watching the things she'd done to him, she knew that part of the game was for his pleasure. Now it was time for her to get turned on.
She lay the whip on the floor beside the bed, and she closed her eyes. In some ways, she was exhausted and wanted to drift off to sleep.
In other ways, she was too excited, and sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. She stretched her legs and arms, feeling her skin tingling. All of a sudden, she could feel a little tingling in her pussy.
She moved her hand down her belly and slid them into the black leather panties. She could feel how sweaty her blonde pubic hair was. She moved her fingers to her pussy lips and could feel her own wetness. Then she slid them into her cunt and started to masturbate. She could feel her clit rubbing against her sliding fingers, and her passions were rising more and more by the minute.
She started to thrust her ass off the bed, burying her fingers deeper into her hot and wet pussy. She started to moan, feeling the passions building more and more by the minute.
She was so caught up in her frenetic passion that she couldn't hear him walking into the room. She could hardly have heard him anyway. That was one of the reasons he had the thick carpet placed in the room. It was much easier to get around without anyone hearing.
He walked to the bed where she lay and he reached for the whip on the floor. She didn't even know he was there till she felt the lashes smacking her .flesh. She pulled her hand out of her panties, opened her eyes, and looked at him. A short fit of terror ran through her as she saw the totally evil expression on his face. The expression stayed that way for a minute, and then he smiled at her. It was a totally devilish smile.
"I can leave you alone, but not for more than a minute," he said. "Then I find you with your fingers in your cunt, jerking off."
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned. "I..."
The whip sang again, and she was unable to finish the thought. "You talk when I say you can," Ernie fumed. Now he was in charge.
This is how he had done it all along with Candy. When Ernie first got interested in B&D, bondage and discipline, he was the dominant partner. He had never even thought of letting himself get tied up. One day he had been with an absolutely ravishing brunette who sent his head spinning with her totally seductive looks. He had taken her back to his place in London, and he had started to get ready to tie her up.
She had played along with his game, but only to a point. When he wasn't looking, she had reached up, grabbed the whip and smacked his ass with it. He had tried to fight her, and he was. sure at that time he would have killed her had he been able to get his hands on her. The idea of her trying to dominate him was completely revolting to him.
She was quick with the whip, and she wouldn't let him get close enough to lay a finger on her. She led him to the bed and made him lie down on his belly. Before he knew what was happening, the tables had been reversed. He was now the victim. She did things to him that had never been done before, and when she thrust a dildo in his ass, he had felt the most incredible sensations.
Although she had him totally dominated, she didn't try to do anything that would really hurt him. She only wanted to bring him pleasure, and she wanted to do it her own way. It had to be the most incredible experience of his life.
Chapter Eight
Ernie began to use the whip on the lovely blonde stewardess. He lashed her smooth stomach, watching her wince with pain. "Remove that bra," he said coldly. "I want to see your tits."
The woman sat up on the bed and slowly reached behind her till she had the leather top unclasped. Then she let it fall in front of her, revealing two perfectly formed breasts. Ernie couldn't get over the fleshiness of the two globes, even though they weren't all that large. They were so firm, and he took the whip handle and pushed in one tiny nipple.
Again the woman winced in pain, and Ernie felt a tremble in his limp dick.
"Strip off your panties," he ordered.
She lifted her ass of the bed and slid the panties down her legs. He signed when he saw the fine blonde curls that were forming a nice little triangle there. He reached over and ran his fingers through the curls for only a second, and then he pulled his hand away.
"I hope that you didn't bring yourself off before I got here," he said. "If you did you're making me mad."
He lashed her with the whip, then moved one had to her tit. He played with the nipple, starting to knead the little bud till he felt it grow stiff. He loved the look of her breasts when her nipples were stiff. She always looked so much better like that, with those two wonderful points sticking out.
"Get on the bed with your hands high," he commanded.
She did as she was told. Usually, she would have tried to put up some kind of a fight so he would have the opportunity to whip her again and train her. This time, she didn't do anything like that, and she had her reasons.
It had been such a long time since she had seen him, and there was something new and thrilling in his voice.
He slid the nooses around her wrists. She could feel him pulling at the ropes, and he held her down. She spread her legs a little more for him as he went to tie them at the ankles. She could feel him sliding the handle up her leg, bringing it almost in contact with her pussy, but then he slid it away.
"You look tempting tonight," he said to her. "I'm sure that it has to do with that old saying about absence making the heart grow fonder. Since we haven't been together for a while, I think that's it."
She could see him walking over to the table as he was talking. He was getting some more equipment, and she was starting to wonder what kind of tortures he was going to put her through.
He took off a long piece of thick cord that was sitting on the table, and then he took the largest dildo he could find. He walked back up to her, lying on the bed, and he placed the thing next to her outstretched form. He wanted her to see that he was planning something really wild, and he watched the terror in her eyes building.
He moved his mouth to her spread pussy, and he started to run his tongue through her sweaty pubic hair. He could taste a delicious flavor there, and he recognized it. That was the familiar taste of Candy Jones' pussy, and he really dug it.
He spread her pussy lips with his finger, and he started to lick the fleshy skin. He could see her hard little clit quivering, and for the first .few minutes he purposely avoided touching it with his tongue. He could move his finger over there to give it a little tweak every so often, but he wouldn't linger on it.
He was too busy licking the wetness from her cunt. Once she was dry he was going to want to make her all wet again, but that wasn't going to come till later.
Later came much sooner than he thought. He could soon taste the dryness of her cunt, having licked her for a good ten minutes. That was when he decided to move his tongue to her clit and start to lick her there.
He could hear her starting to moan when he did that to her, and she immediately raised her ass off the bed, trying to force his tongue deeper into her twat. He knew she really was hot, seeing as how her violent movement made the bonds dig into her flesh. To lessen the pain he put his hand on her stomach and pushed her ass back onto the sheets.
He raised his head for a second, then said, "Don't fight me, woman." He returned his tongue to her cunt and went back to work.
He could feel her hard clit now, and he clamped his teeth around it while his tongue flicked along the very tip of the clit. She started to moan louder and louder. He reached up and felt her stiff nipples. He took one in between two fingers and caressed it, making her moan louder and louder.
Then he felt her pussy spasm. Her cunt muscles clamped his tongue, making him glad it was wet inside. Her juices gushed, and he knew it was time for the next act.
Continuing his tonguing of her cunt, he reached for the dildo. He jerked his tongue from her steaming pussy and rammed the rubber cock up her hole.
"0-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" the woman moaned in ecstasy.
She felt her passions rise to a peak, as her cunt stretched to take the huge dildo. The pleasure overwhelmed her. She thrust her ass off the bed, yanking at the ropes that held her wrists and ankles.
Ernie slipped the rope under her buttocks. The woman hardly noticed. Then he pulled the rope over her shoulder and across her left breast. He seized the other end and pulled it between the cheeks of her ass. It was a move he had made many times, with many naked girls, and he was expert at it.
The blond began to notice a change in what was happening to her. At first, she could only feel the roughness of the rope on her back, but the pleasures overcame that. Now the tautness of the rope sliding between her clenched buttocks nearly cut into her skin. As she pulled it up, tightening it, she felt the, pressure of the dildo. It was forcing its way deeper and deeper into her cunt.
Ernie tied the knot by her cunt hair, and when he was finished, he stepped back and gazed at the bound blond. He could feel a swift and sudden rise in his cock. The way she looked on the bed with the rope cutting into one breast and running down to her pussy, across the lips where the dildo stuck out, then under her tight little ass, was delightful.
She looked ravishing. As far as he was concerned, her punishment was only half finished. It was time to torture her, but with a fierce combination of pleasure and pain. He knew just how to go about it.
He reached for the whip at the same time that he was moving his mouth down to her tit. He started to lick her hard nipples. He could feel that certain texture of her nipple on his tongue, and he loved it. He let some saliva drip on her tit, and then he started to slosh it around with his tongue.
Since her tits weren't all that big to begin with, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked the whole thing in. He went on playing with her tit, keeping up the sucking for several minutes. As she started to moan again, he resumed his lashing with the whip.
"Oh-h-h-h," she groaned, as the leather whip handle landed on her stomach again and again. She could feel the whip hurting now, lashing away at her stomach. It was beginning to sting, but there was also that feeling on her nipples as his tongue continued to flick back and forth.
She tried to concentrate on that feeling, and her passions rose. She concentrated on the feeling that was going on in her pussy. Each time she would move on the bed, the rope that was pushing the dildo in would move a little, thrusting the dildo into her just the tiniest bit more. It couldn't have been anything more than a half an inch, but the dildo was rubbing over her clit, and that was all that counted. Even the slightest movement was causing her clit to quiver.
He must have noticed all that was happening. Not only was he stroking her tit now, she thought, but he was running his hand down her leg and massaging her smooth flesh. She could feel her pussy muscles starting to give way once again.
He knew what was happening. There was a certain texture, he had discovered, that came to a woman's nipples when she was having her orgasm. He was so used to it that no woman could fake one with him.
He could feel that certain stiffness coming to her nipples, and that was when he pushed the rope away from the dildo and slid it right out of her. He pushed the rope back so it was almost cutting into her pussy. He watched as her quick ass movements started to get slower and slower, and eventually she rested her ass on the bed.
He pulled away from her nipple, and he looked at her. He stopped whipping her belly, because of the look on her face. She wasn't too pleased.
"Sorry dear," he said, "I guess you were probably on the verge of a gigantic climax, and I stopped it all. I have my reason."
He stood next to the bed where he had been kneeling, and he held his hard cock a few feet from her face.
"Wouldn't you prefer this to a dildo?" he asked with a leer.
She started to laugh. She laughed so loud he thought she'd wake the neighbors. He moved his mouth towards hers and he kissed her firmly on the lips, not only to taste her but to shut her up.
His hands were fumbling with the bonds that held her to the bed. He had her hands free in no time, and then he began to work on her feet. He moved to the lower half of her body, and untied the ropes. On his way back to her mouth, he untied the knot, loosening the rope that had been cutting through her tit and her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you good," he boasted.
"Do it," she pleaded.
He lay back on the bed, because he wanted her to service him. She had made love to him long enough and often enough that she knew what to do. Bondage was lovely, but Ernie loved taking the passive role after he'd dominated a girl. He was ready for pleasure.
She licked his feet and then tongued her way up to his cock. She could see how hard and thick it was, and she opened her mouth and started to lick him. He could feel it all the way in his balls, feeling the tension that was building inside him there.
She seemed even hornier than he would have believed possible. Even though she knew it was her turn to service him, she still wanted the feel of him up her cunt.
She looked at the clock that was on the wall next to the bed. She almost flipped when she realized that they had been going at it now for almost three hours, yet not once, during the entire session, had his cock entered her. That was what it was all about, she knew.
So she finished sucking him fast, not wanting to bring him to the point of orgasm, of course, but only wanting to work him up just a little more, and then, she started to straddle his cock, holding her pussy only inches away from it.
"Come on, you little cock tease," he said to her. "Lower yourself."
"Beg for it!"
"P-please. Please. I know you want me as much as I want you. Maybe even more. I can see how wet you are .with anticipation."
In some ways, she had really thought that she would be able to make him beg, but he knew his way around that. He was using reverse psychology. He could see how horny she was for a cock, and as far as he was concerned, he had never begged any woman for a fuck. They were either willing, or were just told to fuck off. He was certainly not planning to beg her for this fuck, even though he wanted it more than ever now.
"Beg," she said, and he could see that she was losing resistance.
"I do want you, but you want me just as bad. I can see your juices dripping, and look how inviting he looks, pointing right up at you and hoping that you'll be kind to him and let him in. You want him, doll, you want that cock up your cunt."
He could not only see, but he could feel the woman starting to drop slowly down. She was spreading the lips of her pussy, letting his cock drive its way up her snatch. At first, she brought herself only close enough so her pussy lips were touching the tip of his cock but then, once that happened and she felt the first wave of cock pleasure shooting through her body, she couldn't hold out any longer. She was hot for his cock.
Candy drove her ass all the way down till she could feel his soft-haired legs and wiry pubic patch touch her ass. Then she started to rock up and down on his cock, moving it in and out of her pussy.
He reached up with both hands and took firm hold of her nipples. He started to squeeze each one of them, and she threw her head back and let out a wild scream as she started to move up and down on him faster and faster. She could feel the terrific job that his cock was doing on her, even though she was really the one who was doing all the work.
The sensations in her tits were incredible. She couldn't get over the way his cock was controlling her every move. That made her want to move even faster. She could feel the sweat running down her tits, and dripping off on his chest. Then, all of a sudden, the pleasure became too much for her and she could feel her pussy muscles starting to spasm around his cock.
That sent his cock spasming too. He couldn't believe it was all happening so fast, especially after the build up. He didn't care. He had been waiting for this moment for almost three hours, and now he was finally getting to see it and feel it happening to him.
He clenched his ass muscles as he tried to hold back from coming so fast. That was splendid, he thought, because even though his cock was beginning to pulsate even faster, so was her pussy, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as he possibly could. Then the tension in his balls became too great, and he started to shoot off right inside of her.
She could feel his creamy come traveling up the length of her tunnel, and she loved no every single minute of it. She started to rock up and down on his cock even faster just to keep up the sensations as long as she possibly could. His cock was already sinking, and it was beginning to go flaccid inside of her. Then she burst open and her juices started to rush forth. She began to breath faster and faster, and then she began to moan.
She fell forward on his chest, pressing her warm breasts against his hairy chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her closer to him, moving his mouth to hers and kissing her on the lips again.
Both of their bodies were wracked with sweat again, and neither one of them seemed to care about it at all. They both knew that they would be showering together soon, but right now, the tingling feelings that they were bringing to each other was just too great for them to give up at the moment.
A few moments later, Ernie broke the silence.
"Care for a smoke?"
She nodded yes, and he climbed off the bed. He went to the living room and found the cigarettes. He decided he would make them ill each a drink too, just to relax them after that heavy sex encounter. He walked back into the room carrying the drinks, an ashtray, and a box of cigarettes.
"Here beautiful," he said, handing her the drink, a cigarette, and then lighting it for her. He lit one for himself, too, and then climbed back into bed with him, even if they weren't going to fuck.
Even if he just wanted to hold her and squeeze her, it was worth it. He was deciding that he wouldn't mind having Candy around for a few more days. He thought, in some ways, that it would be most enjoyable if she could stay. Usually she couldn't. He hadn't even asked her this time, and it was on his mind.
"Would you care to stay for a few days?"
"I would love to," she replied, "but I don't see how it's possible."
"Why don't you make it possible."
"I should have told you before, when I first came. I didn't think of it. I have to leave tomorrow. In the morning. There's another flight that I'm scheduled to work, and there's no way that I can get out of it."
"I get it," he said, hugging her to show he did.
"I'll come back whenever I can, if that's okay with you? I like the idea of having your place to come to when I'm in the States."
"Anytime you're in town, I'm here," he replied.
He was disappointed that she couldn't stay over. He wanted her around as long as possible. As long as he knew she wouldn't stay for a week, he'd fuck hell out of her and get a week's worth of fun into one night. It was late, but for him the night was young. They had until dawn to fuck away, and then she could shower and head for the airport. What better way to spend the night than banging the hell out of a gorgeous broad.
Chapter Nine
The next morning, after Adam left for work, Bev decided to make her move. She fixed herself up and headed for the door. Opening it, she heard Ernie's door open too, and before she could step fully out into the hall she caught a glimpse of the gorgeous blond stewardess leaving his pad.
Ernie followed the dame into the hallway, and Bev slipped back into her apartment, closing the door just enough to hide herself. She peered out, as her neighbor and the girl came into view.
"I'm going to miss you a great deal," Candy was saying as she put her arms around Ernie's neck. She began to stroke his brown hair.
"I'll miss you even more," he said.
"If I send you a telegram and let you know when I'm going to be in town, will you see me?"
"You bet."
"We can have more nights like last night/' she said. "Even better."
"Of course we will. You know that I had just as good a time as you did. Are you sure there's no way you can talk your way out of this flight? Maybe you can get one of the other girls to fill in for you and...."
"No. I'd be giving them too short a notice."
"Phone them and say you have a cold."
"I can't do that, sweetheart. I can't get out of it no matter what. They'd make me bring in a doctor's report. I don't want to lose my job."
"I understand," he said.
"I'm glad. Then this is goodbye."
"Farewell. Never goodbye."
He swept her into his arms, lifting her off the floor. He kissed her on the lips. Bev could see how passionate the kiss was, and in some ways she wished she was on the receiving end. She could actually see the shape of his tongue pushing its way into the girl's mouth, and then, after what seemed like minutes, the kiss was broken off.
The blonde turned away to walk to the elevator, and Ernie patted her on the ass one last time before closing his own apartment door.
The housewife closed hers quietly. She was upset that she had seen him with another woman. In her fantasy she was about to go in and seduce him. She figured he would be the first girl he would have seen in a long time.
It never occurred to her that he might have a string of girls, more like the blonde. He might not want Bev at all. She began to accept that fact.
Bev walked over to the couch and sat down. She could feel herself getting more and more faint by the second, so she spread her legs, put her head way down between them, and started to take deep breaths till she felt a little better. Then, when she lifted her head and felt the faintness leave her, she decided she should have a strong drink ... then go see Ernie anyway.
She fixed herself an extra-strong cocktail, something she hadn't done in some time. Then she sat down and worked on the stiff drink.
It had been a long time since she had picked a man up. She had to be nervous about it. She knew it would be easy to make the first move. She could just come right out and tell him she was feeling horny. The drink settled her, and by the time it was downed she was ready for action.
Bev walked into the hall, walked over to Ernie's door and was about to knock. She had second thoughts, and pulled her hand down to her side.
"This is crazy," she said, and with that she raised her hand again and knocked on the door. First, lightly, and then the second and third times with a little more courage.
"Just a minute," she heard his voice yell, and when she heard it she started to get more and more nervous. She held her hands behind her back in order to keep them from trembling. She didn't know how long she stood there before he opened the door.
She was shocked to see him standing there in his bathrobe. It was a satiny robe, and she could make out the hairs on his chest peeking their way over the place where the robe was open.
"Uh, pardon me," she stammered. "I, uh ..."
"That's all right," he said. Ernie had never expected to see Bev standing outside his door. In some ways, he had been hoping that Candy had worked something out, and she had found a way to get out of the morning flight and come back to him. He wasn't all that disappointed though to see that it wasn't Candy, especially when he saw who it was.
"It's just," she stammered, "that I didn't expect you to be dressed like this."
"Really. It's all right. Is there something I can do for you?"
Now it was really nervous time for Bev, She hadn't expected to see him in his bathrobe, even though she couldn't take her eyes off him. She was wondering how it would look if she tried to talk her way into the apartment considering the way he was dressed. So in some ways, she was relieved by what he said next.
"Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
He was waiting for her to make some kind of move to tip him off as to what she was up to. He wouldn't make the first move, but he could invite her in. That was the best way to set the stage.
"Y-yes," she said. "I will come in. The reason I came was because I was curious as to how you've decorated your apartment. Call it curiosity, but I do like to get to know the neighbors, and I didn't think that you would mind it too much."
"Hey," he said, sensing how nervous she was, "you really don't have to explain yourself if you don't want to. Just come in."
She felt the tiniest shudder go through her body as she heard the door slam behind her. In some ways, she realized that this was it. There was, in fact, no way of turning back. She was in a man's apartment and he was dressed in only a robe. Or was he? She decided that she would try to play a little game. She was going to watch the way he moved, and she would try to see if he was wearing anything else underneath the robe. She thought that it might calm her down one way or the other if she could see what was underneath that robe.
"What can I get you to drink, love?" he asked her.
"Uh, well, I don't know. Whatever you're drinking."
"Terrific." He smiled to himself. He could really sense her nervousness now, and in some ways, it relaxed him a lot more to see that she was as nervous as he. He didn't know if he could call what he was feeling nerves.
It was more like a sense or feeling he had. It was a sense of caution. He kept saying to himself that this woman is married. The kind of housewife who he suspected she was would be nervous. He had seen it all before. The one thing he didn't want was the lady next door feeling guilty about what he had done with her. He poured two Scotches.
Bev wanted to tell him everything. From the minute Adam had walked in last night, and the strange way he had been acting, to the moment he had tied her up. Then she wanted to tell him how Adam had accused her of sleeping with him, and how he had started to whip her and then, when he was finished, made love to her. The final reason that she was so confused had to do with Adam's unwillingness to talk about it. That's why she didn't know exactly how he was. What was he feeling?
She knew that she couldn't tell Ernie about those things. It would be an open invitation to him. It would be all this sex talk, and she knew that she was still too nervous to get into it. In some ways, she started to wish that she had been a little different when she was back in high school. Maybe if she had been like the other girls with their pick-ups, it would have been easy.
Right now, she was struggling. Floundering was more the word. She didn't know what she was doing. She felt safe being in the apartment, yet she was scared shitless. She was glad he was wearing only a robe, yet it panicked her. She wanted him to fuck her, yet she wanted to turn and run.
"T ... tell me about yourself," she managed to stammer.
"There's so much, I don't know where to begin. Maybe we should just take it slowly and let all the things come out as they happen."
He was referring to his sexual habits. He was all ready to tell her that he could envision her now, spread out before him and bound with ropes. He could see her red-haired pussy lips calling to him and asking him to fill her up like she'd never been filled before. In some ways, he knew that it was the drink, and the tremendous lack of sleep that was making him think all those thoughts. He and Candy had been up practically the whole night, and he had just been getting ready to take a snooze when Bev rang the bell. Not only was the drink affecting him, but the lack of sleep was making his mind begin to speed up. It was a most pleasurable and sexy feeling. He was horny.
"What else would you like to know about me?" he asked her, bluntly. He purposely shifted his position again, lifting one leg up on the couch. He knew that he was almost all revealed to her. Maybe she still couldn't see his cock yet because of the darkness of his pubic patch and the lighting in the room, but whatever, she was definitely getting more and more interested.
He could see her eyes moving from his chest to the dark area between his legs and under his robe. Every so often she would look him right in the eyes, and he would be looking right back at her. She would blush for a quick instant, and then avert her gaze somewhere else.
Bev didn't know what made her ask the question she asked next. Maybe it was the totally relaxed feeling she was having now. Maybe it was the fact that she could make out the slightest trace of his cock under his robe, and the idea of it, more than the actual thing itself was causing tingling vibrations all over her body. Or was the drink affecting her? She didn't let it stop her from asking what was on her mind next, even if it could be a little embarrassing to him.
"Who was that blond?"
"Blond?"
"I was coming over here a little earlier, and when I opened my door I saw you standing in the hall talking to a stewardess. I know that I shouldn't have been spying on you, but I saw the way you kissed her. Is she your girl friend or something?"
"Something," he said, flashing the most wicked smile he could imagine.
"What do you mean by something?" she asked him.
"I thought that it would be self-explanatory. You were the one who asked me if she was my girl friend or something. She is not a girl friend. As a matter of fact, I don't happen to have a girl friend."
"That's too bad," she said, interrupting him.
Then he went on. "We're lovers."
He could see her mouth drop open. She almost lost the grip on her glass. She just managed to regain control.
"Pardon me," she said.
"For what?"
"I didn't quite catch what you said."
"I'll have to get used to these expressions you use over here. But, you want to know about Candy. She happens to be an old friend of mine. I met her one night in England, and we get together whenever she's working a flight that stops where I'm living. I mean to say, it used to be in jolly old England, and now it's over here. What I meant about lovers is that I don't have any one steady girl friend. I don't know if I ever could. I would like to, I think, but I just find all women too alluring, too radiant, and too mysterious to tie myself down to one. Each time I see someone new I have this strange compulsion to explore that person to my fullest capabilities. I don't think that I could do anything like that if I was married, now could I?"
In some ways she was totally bewildered by what he had said, yet in others she could hardly follow him at all. That was why she just picked up on the last thing he said, and decided to question him on that.
"Do anything like what?"
He grinned. The conversation was getting closer to what he wanted. All he had to do now was move things in the right direction. Then she would take the first big step, make the first suggestion.
"Things like cheat on my wife," he said coolly. "You see, many people feel there is a special bond between husband and wife. Married women expect their husbands to be faithful, and husbands feel that way about their wives. I could never handle anything like that. I see a woman and I know I want her body. How could I commit myself to one woman if I know I'm going to be feeling like that with other women?"
"I don't know," she said, feeling more and more confused. She took a long sip of her drink.
"Let me put it to you this way," Ernie said, leading up to a question that he knew, in some ways, would put her on the spot, "did you ever have the urge to cheat on your husband? I'm a man, and I have to admit that I don't fully understand the way a woman's mind works, but have you ever walked down the street and turned your head twice when you saw a handsome man go by?"
"Sure I have."
"Wasn't there a wish to have sex with that man?"
"I have to admit there was," she said, lowering her eyes.
"Don't be ashamed that you feel that way upon occasion," he said. He gave her an encouraging smile.
"I'm not ashamed about it," she said.
"But..."
"But?" he asked, figuring that she might ask the kind of thing he'd been anticipating since he'd opened the door and saw her standing there. In fact, it was what he'd been hoping for since he moved into the apartment house and first laid eyes on her.
"I ... I'm not sure " she stammered, because I... I've never said anything like this before. I'm new to it."
Her hand was on the backrest of the sofa, and he reached over to take it, giving it a friendly caress. It was a bold gesture, a little more than he usually ventured with a married woman. He was sure he had her. He was so certain she was about to tell him what he'd been waiting for that the rest would be anticlimax.
"Beverly," he said, "you can be open with me. Whatever you've been wanting to tell me, just go ahead. I'm a very sympathetic kind of guy."
"There is a man I have eyes for," she said, growing bolder herself. "I've been giving some thought to cheating on my husband with. It's ... it's ... yes, Ernie, it's you."
Chapter Ten
Ernie felt his cock grow hard in his pants. He leaned over, taking her hand with her drink, lifting the drink out of her hand so she wouldn't spill it, and finally moving his lips next to hers. At last they kissed.
He could feel her warm, receptive mouth opening to take his tongue in, and that he told himself was the best sign of all. He pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into her mouth, and he could feel her tongue moving over to meet his. He could also sense that her breathing rate was beginning to increase more and more.
He reached over to her blouse, and he started to massage her tits through her sheer material. He could feel her nipples beginning to stiffen more and more as his supple fingers played with them.
The kiss ended, and he moved away just a little.
"Would you like to go to bed with me now?" he asked.
"Sure," she said, and then she was the one moving her mouth back to his. Even as the kiss was going on, he was starting to unbutton her blouse. He had all the buttons open in a flash, and he was both happy and surprised to see that she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. He moved his mouth down to her nipples and gave them a couple of quick kisses.
He pulled away, wondering how he was going to spring his little surprise on her. There was one thing that he had already decided. He was going to have to tie her up first, just because she probably wouldn't know what to do to him. After he let her go, he would tell her to just repeat the same kind of things on him, with a little variation of course.
He decided another thing. He was going to surprise her a little bit. He lifted her up in his arms and started to carry her into the special room, the dungeon. He kicked the door open with his feet, and he laid her down on the bed. She gasped when she saw how beautiful and spacious the room was.
When she looked up at the ceiling and saw her reflection in the mirror, she thought that it was all so splendid. She could see her semi-nude form, and she could even make out his small but round ass cheeks as his robe pulled up a little bit over his buttocks.
He went on kissing her as his fingers started to work on her skirt. He soon had it pulled down around her legs and then, he was moving his fingers into her panties and starting to part her tender pussy lips. He could feel them spreading to take his fingers in, and he started to massage her clit.
It was swollen something fierce. Ernie didn't think a clit could swell that much. He realized for the first time that she wasn't just turned on ... she was in ecstasy.
He was delighted, and Bev was getting even more violently excited.
She could feel her passions beginning to rise from the minute she had walked into the apartment. When he had touched her hand she had felt a warm chill running through her body. The kiss put her in the right frame of mind.
She was in paradise. She was totally naked now, and he was massaging each part of her body as gently as he could with one hand while the other one continued to play with her pussy.
"M-m-m-m-m-m," she heard him moan in pleasure.
She hardly noticed as he slipped open his robe and let it drop to the floor. He moved closer to her, and the weight of his body was resting on hers. She could feel his hairy chest, pressing against her firm nipples. She could feel his legs covering hers and bringing her warmth. Best of all, she could feel his hard cock rubbing against her pussy hairs and stomach, and that brought her more warmth yet.
That's why she didn't react when he began to stretch her hands over her head.
Had she been more aware of what was happening around her, and not caught up so much in her own feelings, she might have objected. Ernie was using the same kind of technique that Adam had used. That was when he first bound her to the bed.
Ernie was now pulling her hands upward, covering them with his, bringing them closer and closer to the bedposts and the small nooses that hung there. She had been so caught up in her passions as he carried her into the room and made love to her that she hadn't even taken note of the strange paraphernalia.
By the time she felt them sliding over her wrists and pulling tight, it was just too late. Ernie moved his hands away from hers, and she tried to follow him. There was a pull on her wrists. Her hands wouldn't go anywhere. When he rolled off her, he began to pull at her feet.
What was happening to her?
She started to struggle but quickly gave up. She was in bondage again, his prisoner. She lay there in fear. Tears fell from her eyes, rolled down her cheeks, and it was only after he had her feet secure that he noticed what was happening to her.
"What's the problem, darling?" he asked.
"Well, I'll be," was all she could say.
"Is there anything wrong?"
"You mean that every man does this to a woman? I guess that's the way it must be. I made it with one guy before I got married, and he tied me up. Yesterday my husband did it to me, and now you. I don't understand it all. Is there something special about me that makes men put me in bondage?"
He moved next to her and sat down right beside here. He started to stroke her soft red hair, as it lay falling onto the pillow.
"This is the way to make sex something really wonderful," was all he said.
As he spoke, he was moving his hand to her nipples and starting to play with them. When they were as stiff as they could be, and he could see that she was moaning louder and louder, he was sure that she was getting into it just a little more. He moved his mouth to hers once again and he kissed her on the lips more tenderly than he had done before.
She responded, moaning loudly.
He got up and walked to a small equipment table on one side of the room. He took a long piece of rope and the whip. After he walked back to the bed, he lashed her.
She felt the leather land on her stomach, and she winced. Then she thought about it, and realized that it hadn't been all that painful. As a matter of fact, the feeling of the leather was more soothing than hurtful. She marveled at the sensations.
Then he whipped her some more. A couple of more lashes of the same severity, and these were followed by harder whipping. He was stroking her body with his free hand, at the same time that he was cutting her with the whip. She concentrated on the combination of feelings, and then it seemed as if the whip was caressing her as lovingly as Ernie's hand.
She felt a strange tingling sensation overcoming her, spreading through her naked body.
Then he started with rope. She couldn't believe it when he wrapped a thick cord around her waist, almost like a belt. When he tied it in a knot, he did something else. He slid the knot around to her back, lifting her ass of the bed very gently. Then he was pulling the remainder of the cord through her legs. She could feel it easing between her buttocks, and the feeling was one of extreme pleasure.
The rope was cutting into her pussy lips. Yet, it wasn't bad at all. He tied the rest of the cord to the waistband that he had formed earlier. Then he stood back to admire his expert work.
She pushed her ass off the bed for a second, and she was pleasantly surprised when she felt the cord pressing into her vulva. For the feeling was a terrific sensation as far as she was concerned, and she could feel her pussy beginning to swell with pleasure.
He was glad to see that she was finally getting into it all. She was no longer crying. In fact, her head was thrown back on the pillow, her mouth wide open, her eyes closed, and a look of total and complete satisfaction oil her face. He couldn't help it, but he had to feel those lips. He moved his hand to them, and he ran his fingers along the curve of her smooth lips. She stuck out her tongue and she started to lick his finger, moaning at the same time.
He was delighted by her reactions. He saw where he wanted his cock to be. He knew that he should, in fact, lash her a good bit more. She was too attractive for him to turn away. He straddled her tits, and he started to move his cock slowly into her mouth. When she felt it coming, she opened her eyes, looked at him, smiled and then stuck her tongue out to meet him halfway.
He felt a pleasurable tremor going through his body as his cock sunk its way deeper and deeper into her mouth. She started to suck him, thrusting her ass off the bed at the same time to keep up her own horny pleasures. She had never known before that a rope could do something like that to her, and she had to admit to herself that it was a most pleasurable thing.
She was rocking her ass up and down off the bed, faster and faster, feeling the way the rope was pressing into her, making her want to work herself toward a fierce and steady climax. She could already feel her juices beginning to flow, her pussy beginning to spasm. She started to suck on his throbbing cock harder and harder, and when he felt himself pulsate, he pulled out of her mouth.
"Why?"
He was too turned on to stop and engage in a conversation with her. He was sliding down the length of her body and he was already busy, fumbling with the knot that he had made, fumbling to untie it and set her pussy free so he could finally enter her. He rubbed his hand over the soft red hair that was her pubic triangle as he finally ripped the knot open. He slid his fingers into her pussy to see if she was wet enough to take him. She was.
He took firm hold of his hard cock and he started to prod the head of it near her pussy lips. He could feel them opening and closing, as if they were begging him, no, pleading with him to enter. He wanted that just as much as she did and he slid himself right into her.
She felt a rush of pleasure as he slid in, and her pussy started to spasm even more than it had been doing before. He was moving his mouth to hers and kissing her as he started to move his ass up and down, sending his massive cock in and out of her ever-spasming pussy. He couldn't believe what a comforting feeling he was getting from fucking her. She was so warm and receptive.
She was already past the point of paradise. She felt as if she would never have an experience to top this one. She didn't even mind now that her arms and legs were bound. In fact, had one told her, it just would have been like this was the first time she was ever learning about it. For all the pleasure was coming from her pussy, and it was spreading through her whole body.
She could feel it in her tits as his warm manly chest went on rubbing against them. Most of all, she could feel it mentally. She was in the most erotic state of mind, and for her part she would have liked to stay like that forever.
Forever was only as long as he could hold out, and he could already feel his cock starting to pulsate wildly inside her. He would have liked to see it last a little longer, but he just didn't care.
The feeling was building at such an incredible rate Ernie just wanted it to come to its climax. He didn't care if it would end at that point. He only cared about finally reaching that point.
He started to thrust harder and harder inside of her, till the tension was building up from his ass. He could feel his balls becoming more and more sensitive as the tension built and they continued to hit her body with each inward thrust. Then it was more than he could handle. He tried to hold back for as long as he possibly could, but it was too much.
His cock started to throb violently, and he could feel his come shooting out inside her warm, receptive pussy. Even that first spurt was not enough and he went on thrusting. He felt more and more of his semen being released from his cock-hole.
Bev could feel it too, and it was a whole new sense of pleasure. She could feel her warm, sweaty body writhing in ecstasy. She could feel her pussy spasming more and more as his juice began to line her sensitive cunt walls. His hard-driving cock was smearing it all over the inner walls of her cunt.
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned loudly. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm going to come. Oh. Oh. Oh. 0-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!!"
Then she was spasming madly and humping up at him with all the strength in her loins. Again and again she thrust upward to meet his powerful down-thrusts as he spurted his last into her.
"0-h-h-h-h-h!" she groaned once more. "0-h-h-h-h! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh! Oh! Oh! 0-h-h-h-h!!!!!!" And then she collapsed down onto the sheets in a sweaty heap, the exhausted man falling over her.
Bev lay there, her thought processes gradually returning. She felt a smile spread over her face. She knew now that she dug the kind of treatment this man had in store for her. Bondage was her thing, and she was willing to experience any kind of pain to get this much pleasure.
By day, she would have this strange man in his weird dungeon room, and by night she would have her husband. She suppressed a laugh. Neither man would know what the other was into. She would fool them both. Neither would know that they were each into the same thing. She loved the idea. It would make for a ve-e-e-ry interesting marriage.
Chapter Eleven
Bev stayed with Ernie all afternoon, and when she was finally dressed and ready to leave, she realized it was late enough for Adam to be home. She hurried over to their apartment and burst through the door without knocking. She saw Adam sitting on the couch, watching television and smoking a joint. He seemed startled at her entrance but didn't bother to get up.
"Bev," he said, "sit down and have a smoke. Where were you? You're a little late. I expected you home."
She hadn't even stopped to listen to him talking, even though she heard every word he said to her. Instead, she stormed her way into the bedroom, opened the drawer where she knew he hid his most cherished possession, that brown paper bag of tricks, then pulled out the black whip he had used on her.
She was back in the living room before he even finished talking, and she cracked the whip against the floor.
"Hey," he said, "what the hell are you doing with that thing?"
"Want to whip me, Adam? Want to tie me up?"
He looked almost as scared as he did confused, and she could understand why. She was acting on impulse, completely and totally, and she knew that some of her actions were probably incredibly irrational.
"Bev, put that thing down and come over here. Give me a nice warm kiss. I haven't seen you in the longest time. A whole day is a long time when you dig someone."
"Stand up," she said, and when he didn't, she cracked the whip right on the arm of the couch, missing his elbow by an inch. "I said stand up and start undressing. Now!"
"I don't understand what you're doing," he said.
"I don't want you to. Now you heard what I said. Strip!"
She cracked the whip near him once more and he hopped to his feet. When she saw how scared he seemed of being whipped she knew she was holding a magic wand in her hand. That magic wand was the whip, and it gave her the only power she needed at the moment. The power over him. Ernie had explained that he went both ways with Candy, and she liked the idea.
Adam unbuttoned his shirt slowly, then started to slink his way out of it. She smiled when she realized that he was doing a striptease for her. She decided to enjoy it till he was naked, then put him back in his place.
"Like it?" he asked, pinching his nipple and then working his hands down to his belt. He opened it and then started to slink his way out of the pants, still leaving his sexy shorts on.
They were tight bikini pants and Bev had always been turned on by them. The only thing that bothered her was the thought of losing all control and making an attack for his cock. Those shorts sometimes had that effect on her.
He turned his back to her and slid the shorts down, so she could see his buttocks, then turned to face her and pulled them down all the way so that his hard cock slapped against his belly and then stood out, facing her.
He continued to move in a slinky, seductive way, running his hand over the length of his cock and pulling at his .swinging balls.
"It's pointing right at you, baby," he said. "It wants you."
"Let me see that ass one more time," she said.
He turned around and started to rotate his ass to lead her on. She was ready to get down on her knees and crawl to him, but just before she did she lashed out the whip with a little less power than the first two times.
The end cracked against his left ass cheek and he yelped in pain.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked.
"The show's over, Adam. Stop your fucking dance. Now walk in front of me and head toward the bedroom this instant. Now!"
She had to threaten him with the whip once more before he started to move, but then he did. She walked behind him and jabbed him in the back with handle every so often, just to torture him.
"Hey," he said, trying to laugh it off, "I think that I should apologize for what I did to you last night. It was just a little game and I thought that the two of us could have some fun."
"Shut your fucking mouth and don't open it again till I tell you to," Bev said, and she had to admire herself for discipline she had in keeping command.
When they got to the room she told him to lie down on the bed. As he was doing so, Bev started looking around. She saw small rope nooses tied to the headboard of the bed, just as she expected. He had added something. It would now be easier to have them ready rather than to start tying them once she was placed on the bed. Adam figured he would be able to tie her faster that way. She knew the setup from Ernie's dungeon.
As she reached for one noose and slipped it around his wrist, he tried to grab her. She immediately moved her hand to his stiff cock and squeezed him as hard as she could, realizing that this tight grasp would save her.
"Shit, you're killing me," he moaned.
"Then let up, Adam, let up," she said, and when he did she tightened the first noose. It was easier to get the second one on because she had knocked a lot of energy out of him by squeezing his cock.
Once his hands were tied she stood at the foot of the bed and started to undress, watching the way his eager cock pulsed as she revealed more and more of her sumptuously fleshy body. She rubbed her naked nipple a few times till it was perked up and saw how he was licking his lips with anticipation.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady," he said to her.
Bev picked up the whip and lashed him across the chest.
"Me? I was just going to say the same thing to you. Now I want to hear it from your lips, lover. You set me up last night, didn't you? You planned to make me your slave girl since before we were married."
She had pulled off her skirt and climbed on the bed, straddling her spread pussy over his upraised shaft. Adam thrust his hips up in order to try and penetrate her but she pushed her hand on his chest and shoved him flush against the bed.
"Don't you play that innocent game with me, shitface. Have you seen your friend from Middleburg College lately. My first boyfriend. You were pals, weren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
Then Bev thought of something. She knew you could get more flies with honey than with vinegar.
She reached for Adam's cock and started to stroke him firmly, just the way she knew he liked it. She moved her tongue to his cock and ran it along the underside, and when she did that, she thought he was going to pop.
Of course, Bev had no intention to let him come right away. She started to run her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft again and again and she saw the way his dick was twitching in preorgasmic ecstasy.
Then he started to throb hard and she could see a drop of come pushing its way out of his cock head. She licked his shaft a little more, then pulled away.
"Oh Bev, I want to come," he said, and she saw the pained agony on his face.
"Not till you talk, lover," Bev said.
When it looked like it could take some more licking, she did just that, concentrating only on the parts of Adam's cock that she knew were more sensitive and open to stimulation. The second time she pulled away was the breaking point. "All right, all right," he screamed. "Promise me that if I tell you everything you'll let me come. I want to come."
"You're in no position to make deals," she said. "Just talk."
"I... I heard about that little B&D affair you had with your first boyfriend in college. That's why I dated you. I thought you'd be a pushover. I always dreamed of tying you up, whipping you, and fucking you good."
"Thanks," she said, grinning sheepishly.
She started to lick his cock with full enthusiasm then, opening her mouth and taking his pulsing prick all the way down her throat. She didn't care about the fact that she might gag on it because this time she was in control. She started to squeeze Adam's balls and he was now thrusting his hips at a steady pace. She could tell that he was about to come, and just as he was, she pulled her mouth away and watched his cock twitching again. He looked frustrated, but she thought it was funny.
"So then, what you're basically telling me is that you used me," Bev said, looking him right in the eye. "You use me as a slave girl."
"Actually, I never thought you would get into a bondage scene with me, because you seemed like you were above all that. Now I really believe you like it."
"I don't love it," Bev lied, "but it's okay."
"Baby, I've got to come," he said. "I've got to come."
"Just hold your balls," she said, "and shut up. I want to get some things straight first between the two of us. Business before pleasure, you shithead. First of all, I want more money for myself and the house, you hear?"
"Honey, everything I have is yours, you know that. That includes my cock. It's yours, understand? I dig you, got it straight? Now, my long hard cock wants you to show it how much you dig it. Look at it, waiting there, ready to shoot with just a little more stroking." Adam certainly knew what he was doing, for as he spoke she was staring at his cock. She had always loved his cock, rating it among the finest she had seen. She was also loving the power that she had, but she had a decision to make.
She was torn between the taste of power and the taste of cock!
Bev moved her mouth down to his dick in a matter of seconds, the latter choice having been an instant winner. She started to slurp at his balls first, feeling that they needed their ample sucking, too. She rubbed his cock against her face, and only kept his nuts in her mouth for a few seconds.
She could feel the pulsations in his cock beginning to rise steadily and she wanted to make sure her mouth was a home for his dick before it started to shoot out its cream. She slid her mouth all the way down to his cock hairs, and then, as she started to pull back, she felt him shooting off.
His whole body was spasming and breaking into a sweat. He was moaning so loud as she started to suck the come from his cock, and she slid her fingers up to his nipples and began to pinch them as the last load of come was sucked.
Bev continued her sucking long after he came, in an attempt to see just how hard she could keep him. Five minutes after he had come, his cock was still pretty stiff in her mouth. Sure that it would stay that way, she let it slip from her lips and kissed her way up his body.
She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard. Adam began to press his tongue into her mouth and they swapped spit.
"Are you going to untie me?" he asked, when the kiss was over.
"I don't know. I might just keep you like that."
"The idea of my getting you into bondage was so I could tie you," he said. "This is not what I wanted."
"Did Frankenstein know what he was going to make when he made his monster? Oh, Adam, I don't mind being tied. In fact, you can tie me up anytime you want. Of course, I do think that it's only fair that you let me tie you up sometimes too."
"No," he said.
"Why not?"
"I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It's too scary."
"Tough shit," she said, moving her hand down and stroking his cock. "That's the kind of deal we make. Anyway, you seem to have gotten into it tonight."
"Yeah," he said to her, smiling. "You know, I was into it so much that I hardly even remembered I was tied. Except when I wanted you to suck me off and make me come. Really you don't know how frustrating that is."
"I do. I do," she said, kissing him again. "Hey, I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to go into the living room, get a joint, and get high."
"What about me?" he yelled, for as soon as she said it she hopped off the bed and ran into the living room.
Bev got a joint, started to smoke it, and sat on the couch to think. She started to laugh when she thought about all the things that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours, and that was one reason she had run to the living room. She didn't want Adam to know that the whole thing was something of a joke to her, in the long run. At times, when things had been happening (like Ernie's hardest whiplashes) she had been in pain, but for the most part, she had been getting great climaxes.
She also thought of Ernie. It seemed that they had both been having hidden desires for each other, ever since he had moved into his apartment. They had not spoken about their desires before sleeping together today, and Bev realized that had Adam never laid all the whipping shit on her to begin with, nothing would ever have happened between them.
She counted up the good and she counted up the bad, and decided that there was definitely more good than bad.
After all, what was better than a satisfying climax? Bev couldn't think of anything... except maybe bondage.
"Hey, what the fuck's going on? What are you doing in there?"
She started to laugh out loud when Adam called to her. He was desperate for her to come into the bedroom so she stood up and started to walk there. He was still bound with his arms stretched by the tight ropes. His cock was pointing straight up in the air, too. Before he saw her enter, Bev caught him making a vain attempt to fuck the air. He would do anything to bring himself off.
"Here's some smoke," she said, holding the joint near his lips. "I just want you to know that I'm not so mad at you for all the shit that happened."
"Good," he said. "For a minute I thought you were never going to come back. Could you imagine them finding me here, all skin and bones, a skeleton?"
"Yes," she said, holding his cock head, "with this particular bone still ready for action like a good soldier."
Bev was getting higher and higher, and as she did, she felt the need to be whipped more than to whip. By the time the joint was finished she was reaching over and untying his wrists. He wrapped his arms around her back, held her on top of him and started to kiss her hard on the lips.
As he did, he rolled over so that she was underneath him. Bev was beginning to get horny from the heat of his body and she spread her legs, indicating that she wanted him inside of her. Her cunt was certainly wet enough to take him, and once he started to work her clit she was sure she would get wetter.
However, he was stretching her arms up over her head, and she was so lost in the feeling of his body that she didn't even feel him tying her up. She only felt it as he started to slide his open palms down her arms, toward her neck. She tried to move her arms with his, but couldn't.
"Got you," he said to her, smiling. "Now, my dear, you're mine."
She looked up at her right, then her left hand, and saw the rope nooses pulled tightly and cutting into her skin. "Oh come on, Adam, aren't we ever going to do it the normal way anymore?"
"Who's to say what's normal and what isn't?" he told her. "One man's normality is another man's sickness."
"Oh fuck you," she said, laughing. "On second thought, fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock inside of me."
"Ha! It's not going to work," he said to her, smiling.
He knew what she had been trying to do. Basically, it was the same thing he had been trying to do when she had him tied. He had been talking to her about his cock till it got to her and she had to have him.
"I think it's going to work," she said. "Shit, my cunt is aching to be filled. I just want to feel the head of your cock inside me, rubbing against my clit. I'm so warm and wet and I'm sure you'd feel good."
"Stop it, Bev," he said to her.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her belly and she knew she was going to do it. She was going to make him either enter her or come on top of her, and she knew he was going to prefer to enter her.
"Stop what?" she asked. "I want you to start. I want you to start by rubbing that warm cock of yours against my cunt lips and making me ache with desire. Then, because you have the thing that I need to fill me, I want you to slip it into my cunt and thrust in, and thrust out, and in and out."
"You damned broad!" he gasped.
Adam had to say it. He knew that she had won out. He had such an urge to fuck her then that he didn't even bother to rub his cock head over her pussy lips. He just slid himself right into her. Since her legs weren't tied, and she was happy for it,, she wrapped them around his taut, sweaty ass and helped him develop a steady thrusting rate.
She could feel herself coming the minute the full length of his cock slid over her clit, and then her cunt was wet and spasming like crazy. Adam moved his lips to hers and started to kiss her hard.
He darted his tongue in and out of her mouth the same way his cock was ramming her cunt.
After a few seconds, that seemed like passion-ridden hours, he could feel his cock starting to pulsate harder than ever. He didn't even make an attempt to try and hold back from coming because he knew that it would never be as good as the orgasm he'd have if he shot right away. His pumping come made her crazy with passion, and she thrust her ass up off the bed.
"0-h-h-h-h," he groaned, as he felt himself about to come.
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned in return, as she felt her passions rise to a fever pitch. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I'm going to co-o-o-o-o-o-me!!!"
They were both coming frantically, humping and bumping and bucking and stabbing the air with their sweaty bodies.
"M-m-m-m-m," Adam heard himself moan as he enjoyed the most fiery come of his life.
He heard his wife coming, and the sounds she made thrilled him even more.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!!!" Bev screamed, as she came and came and came. "0-h-h-h-h. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-mmmmmm-i-i-i-ing!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then they collapsed together, and they lay there in a steamy heap. Bev was gasping for breath, and then she was panting and breathing hoarsely. She lay there in happiness, certain now that she had cemented her relationship with her husband. She knew they would make it like this many many more times. And then there was still Ernie.
