Alan looked at the work he had done on the bed, and thought that it was something of a work of art. The small nooses, tied to the bedposts, had been carefully hidden under the pillows, so that Susan wouldn't be able to see them, until it was too late.
He had pulled the bedspread down a little bit lower on the right side of the bed so that it was actually touching the floor. That way, his wife wouldn't be able to see all the leather gear he had stored there.
Alan had just bought a thick whip that day, and one "of the thickest, longest dildoes that he had ever seen. He had been in stores many times and had seen many kinds of vibrators before, but this one was the biggest.
It would cause her much pain, he knew, and that was what he wanted.
"Susan, are you almost ready?" he asked her, and he heard her call back.
She said that she would be out in a minute, and he sat there waiting. He was naked and aroused, and slowly, he let his hand glide up and down his swollen shaft.
Then, the door to the bathroom opened, and there was his lovely wife.
Susan was as naked as he was. Her long black hair bounced up and down on her shoulders as she walked closer to him, and her smile seemed to radiate a warm glow all over her body. He loved the fact that even after five years of marriage, her tits were as full and firm as they had been years back.
He moved his mouth to her brown nipple as she approached, and his hand moved down to her cunt. He rubbed her thick black patch, then let his fingers slide over her cunt lips. He was happy to feel just how wet they were.
She lay back on the bed, and he got on top of her. Slowly, he started to kiss her on the lips, and then on the neck, because he knew how sensitive she was there.
He felt her whole body loosening up as he slid his cock into her cunt, slowly, and although he knew he wasn't really going to fuck her yet, he did thrust in and out to make her think that he would.
He was really guiding her hands toward the nooses, and once he had them slipped through, he pulled them tight, pulled out of her, and hopped off the bed. As he reached for the whip, and lashed her flesh hard, she screamed.
"You cheating bitch," he yelled. "Don't think I don't know about your extra-marital affairs, because I do. And you're going to pay for it, cunt.. . "
CHAPTER ONE
All through dinner he couldn't stop thinking about it. He looked across from him and saw the way that Susan kept smiling at him.
She had her black hair pulled up in a bun, and because it wasn't hanging down the side of her face, she looked so much more alluring. She had always had a beautiful looking face, with high cheek bones and a lovely smile, and with her hair up, those better features were accentuated even more.
"Alan, are you all right?" she asked him, as she playfully ran her tongue over her lips, in a seductive manner.
"Sure. Why do you ask me that?" he said, trying to cover for himself.
He knew that he had been looking at her in a strange way, which was just what she said to him.
"I'm sorry," he told her. "I really am. I just think you look hot tonight."
He did, but that wasn't the reason he had been looking at her in such a way. In all honesty, he was looking for that sign.
That sign which Jimmy had been talking to him about earlier in the day, at the strip club that the two of them owned. They were partners in the club, and even though Alan had tried to hide what he had learned the night before or thought he had learned, Jimmy had picked up on it.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Jimmy had asked the brown-haired man.
"I think that Susan cheated on me the other day," he had said.
"How the fuck did you come to your decision?" his partner asked.
"The bed was a mess, and there were stains on it yesterday when I got home from work. I'm sure she had someone there."
"She works, Alan, so where the fuck would she get the time?"
"When you work in theater, you have a lot of free time. I'm sure she could have come home with any actor, fucked for a while, and then gone back to work. It would have happened so easily."
"Did you see any signs?" Jimmy had asked him then, and when Alan had been confused, Jimmy had started to explain the signs that he would look for.
He talked about the guilt, which would shine right through on a face of a guilty wife, no matter how much she tried to hide it.
The look, Jimmy assured him, would come through even more when he fucked her.
Alan had thought about fucking Susan the night before, and how nice it had been even though he had found the stains on the bed, earlier in the evening.
He remembered trying not to think about the fact that she might have cheated, only because each time that he did, he wouldn't feel as nice during the fucking. His cock had been feeling sensational as he had moved it in and out of her hot pussy, and he had looked at her face then.
She had seemed rather calm, and hot, and into what he was doing.
But there had been no look of guilt,, the way Jimmy had told him there would be. At least he didn't think that there was. After all, he had seen the stains first, fucked Susan second, and talked to Jimmy third.
He kept thinking about this night, when they would fuck. This night, he would look for the signs even more, just because he had some idea of what to look for.
"If she keeps her eyes closed too tight," Jimmy had said, "then chances are good that she's concentrating on someone else."
"It doesn't necessarily mean that," Alan had said to him.
"No, but there's a good chance of it. Just look at her face."
During the day, Alan had still felt shitty, after talking with Jimmy, and that was when he had gone to the store across the street. That was when he had bought all of the things that he had hidden up in the bedroom.
He had been glad that he got home before Susan did that day, so he could run up and hide everything before she got in.
But still, even after he had bought the stuff, he couldn't get his mind off of her. He couldn't stop thinking that she had stepped out on him, and so, at one point, he had decided that he would step out on her.
Actually, the whole thing, once again, had been Jimmy's idea.
"Look," his partner had said, for he had been ready to go out for a few hours and leave Alan alone in the club, "I don't know if I should trust you here. Your mind seems really all fucked up. You know what you need?"
"What?"
"A good blow job, just to get you relaxed. I'm sure that Selena would love it."
Selena was the hot blonde girl that they had just hired, and although she knew that Alan was married, she didn't give a shit. She had let him know, from the very first day that she had started, that she'd be more than willing to service him.
"I'm not looking for a steady relationship so with a married man, you're safe," she had said in her dressing room, as she had applied rouge to her tits, to look better when she was on stage shaking them around.
"A good blow job?" Alan had asked Jimmy. "Shit, then I'd be doing just what I think my wife is doing, but don't know for sure."
"No. Susan probably fucked another guy. You're just getting sucked. There is a huge difference. Besides, you're a guy and she's a girl. It's expected."
And so, that afternoon, just before Jimmy had left, Alan had walked into Selena's dressing room. She had had about fifteen minutes before going on, and when she had seen him walking in, she had smiled.
"Hey, big Al. You want something from me?" she had asked.
She was wearing nothing but a G-string, and she had been plucking at her nipples gently, to get them stiff, so she would know just where to apply the make-up, so that she could accentuate their looks.
"Well, Selena, I was just wondering whether . . . well, actually thinking that you . . . "
"Alan, you look uptight. How about a nice blow job?" she had asked then.
Of course, he couldn't have been happier. He smiled, which was a way of saying yes, and then she started to sink down to her knees.
She opened the zipper on his jeans and reached right inside. Since he hardly ever wore underwear, she found his cock in seconds. She had pulled out his hard, eight inch rod, and she had looked up at him.
"Shit, this is some fat dick. I love the way it looks. I'm sure I'm gonna love the way that it, tastes, but I'll let you know later."
And then, she had opened her mouth. She had licked the tip of his cock, licking away a drop of come, and then she had moved her mouth all the way down the shaft. Alan couldn't help but moan as he felt his cock head sinking into her throat.
The thing was, he and Susan had been married for over five years now. Although he had been running this strip club for over six years, he had not taken advantage of the extra benefits that he could get from the girls, at least not since he had met Susan.
Before meeting her, he would fuck one or two girls a day, but he had always told himself that when he met the right girl, he would stop that kind of shit.
So, when he met her, he had stopped.
Selena's mouth was the first mouth he had felt around his dick in over five years. Although he loved Susan, and felt much better when she gave him head, because of the emotional feelings involved, there was no way he could deny that Selena's mouth was extraordinary as well. She did this incredible number with her tongue, flicking it along the underside of his dick as she moved down on it.
Then, when she had the whole cock in her mouth, she flicked his balls with her tongue.
Alan had been quite happy with the way that felt. He had started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth faster, and he had moved his fingers to her nipples. He had plucked on them more than she had been plucking on them before, and he had felt the way that they throbbed in his hand.
He hadn't noticed what she was doing for awhile, because he was getting off on the surging feeling in his dick and balls.
But after a few seconds, he had seen the way her arm was moving, so fast, that her flesh was just a blurred image.
Then, he had looked down. She had slipped out of her G-string, and was fingering her hot pussy, right in front of him.
Alan had loved the thick blonde muff that she had, and even more, he had loved the color of her hot red cunt lips. He had been able to see the glistening wetness there, so that he knew she was coming all over her fingers. In fact, he did see a line of wet juices running down her thigh.
At that moment, she had had his cock head in her throat, and her tongue had been doing the most amazing flicking number on his balls. He wondered, for only a brief moment, how Selena managed to breathe while she did that, but he really didn't think it was such an important thing to think about.
She was managing to do it, and that was all that counted.
About five minutes later, he had felt his cock pulsating hard, to the point where he knew that he couldn't hold back. He had started to moan as she ran her hand over his balls, almost as if she could feel the way they were contracting a bit.
Then, he had moaned loud, to let her know he was going to come'.
As the first load of come had shot onto her tongue, he knew that she had to love it, just because of the tense throbbing he felt in her nipples, at that very same moment that he came. Her nipples continued to throb like that, and he saw her blurred image of a hand moving faster and faster in her cunt.
She had been breathing heavier, too, and he knew that she was having a nice orgasm at the same time that he was.
After she had sucked him dry, she had stood up and licked her lips.
"Alan, that is a good, tasty dick. I'd love to taste it in my pussy one day."
"You can't taste a cock in your pussy," he had laughed.
"Oh no? Well, you're never going to know that unless you enter me, and I'm not going to tell you anymore about it."
They had both laughed, and then, she had asked him something.
"Why?"
It was a simple enough question. She had come on to him a long while back, when she had first started to work, and he hadn't done anything. Now, she wanted to know what made him decide, all of a sudden, to let her suck him off.
So, he had told her about his wife, and how he thought she had cheated on him the day before, and Selena had smiled.
"I see. Fight fire with fire," she said to him.
"No, it's not quite like that. I can't get it out of my head. I'm really quite pissed off about it, Selena. Jimmy suggested the blow job."
"Then why didn't he give it to you?" she had asked, and they had both laughed again.
Then, Jimmy had called Selena. It was her turn to get on stage and strut her stuff.
As Jimmy had left, so that he could come back about five hours later and take over as manager for the night, Alan had taken his place in front. He had moved there just in time to see Selena come out and do her dance.
She had started with pasties and a G-string, and when she had taken off her pasties so that the horny lot of men could see her tits. There had been screams from all of the men. Her nipples looked hotter than ever.
In fact, Alan had thought, Selena was hotter that afternoon than he had ever seen her before. Having worked in a club like this for years, he didn't really get so turned on watching the girls up there anymore.
That was not to say that he didn't get turned on by women. He loved to eat a broad and fuck a broad. He loved sex.
But watching was just all right, and when you saw enough of it, the turn-on was no longer there. But that afternoon, for Alan, it had been.
When Selena had taken off her G-string, and had started to parade around in front of the men, stooping low so that they could look up her slit, and slip some money up there for her, Alan had felt his cock getting hard again. He had seriously considered fucking her after the performance, which went on much longer than usual.
When it was over, and the next girl was on, Alan had gone into her dressing room to tell her how hot he had thought she was.
"I can see by your hard-on that you liked it," she laughed. "I could get rid of that hard-on for you in a second. Well, make it ten minutes so that you can feel some hot sensations from it. How about it?"
"You mean that you want to give me another blow job?" he asked.
"No," she had laughed. "I mean that I want you to fuck me."
But somehow, he couldn't bring himself to do that. He told her that he wanted to wait until he got home and fuck his wife.
"Why?" Selena had asked, trying to hide her hurt. "You got something special for her or something? What's wrong with me?"
But he hadn't even answered that, for the truth was, he had something special for Susan. He was going to punish that bitch for cheating on him.
He was thinking about it again at dinner that night, when she asked him, a second time, what he had on his mind.
"Nothing," he said to his wife. "I guess I'm just thinking about how horny I am. You look so good with your hair up and all."
"Well, after I clean up, we can go up to the bedroom and I'll let my hair down."
"Terrific," he said, and he rubbed his leg against hers under the table.
He was showing so much affection for her, in order to try and cover the hatred that he was feeling. It was the first time since they had been married that he had ever felt this way toward her.
And when she smiled at him, he loved her again, but there was still that hate.
He thought about all the love-hate relationships in the world, and how hate was just as important a part of love as the love itself was. You had to really Jove a person in order to be able to hate them so much, too.
He didn't even think about the fact that he had cheated on her just that afternoon, because it had just been a blow job, and a blow job was not at all like fucking. You didn't even have to do anything when you got a blow job, but stand there.
"How's the play coming?" he asked her, later, as she was cleaning up in the kitchen and he was looking at the way her tight pants hugged her ass.
"Pretty good," she said.
She was only the prop mistress for this off-Broadway thing, but she loved what she was doing, because it didn't really involve full time work.
"Anyone interesting in the play?" he asked her, and of course, there was a reason for his wanting to know that. He could envision some hot actor fucking his wife on their bed, yesterday afternoon.
They probably took a break, came home, fucked, then went back to the theater.
He was so sure that was what happened.
"No, no one too interesting," she said. "But you know something? The best thing about doing this show is that the theater is only three blocks from here."
If anything, that convinced him even more of the fact that she had come home with someone. After all, what was three blocks? You could walk that in a few minutes, fuck, then go back to the theater, and no one would even know you were gone.
He tried to hide the rage that was building up inside of him once again.
"I'm going up to the bedroom and get ready," he said to her.
"Ready?" she laughed. "You don't have to do much to get ready but get undressed."
"Right. Well, that's what I'm doing," he said.
Of course, she didn't know what he had in mind for her. She didn't know that he had bought all kinds of bondage devices, and that he was going to beat the shit out of her. But first, he had to set things up, because he knew that he would never be able to tie her up willingly. He had to slip it onto her subtly.
He ran up to the bedroom and reached under the bed. He pulled out two of the leather straps that he had bought, and he started to make slip knots with each one of them. Then, he tied the ends to the bedposts, and hid each noose under the pillows, so that she wouldn't see them until it was too late.
He knew that she would hate it. He just knew it.
For as he undressed, he thought about their hot sexual relationship.
When they had first started to go out, she knew what he did for a living, and it made things so much easier for him. For most men dating girls, it was hard to first bring up sex, but since it was related to his business, it had been easy.
He had even taken her to the club on the first date, and although she hadn't really loved watching pussies on parade, she knew that many people made good money doing it, so she had nothing against it.
He even thought that it had loosened her up enough so that she gave him a blow job on that first date. He had taken her back to her apartment and they had started to kiss and press their bodies together.
Then, within seconds, Susan had sunk to her knees, and she had taken his cock into her mouth. She had started to suck him, rather well, and Alan had come soon.
On their next date, they had fucked each other, and there had been no bullshit.
They had gone out to the movies, and while they had been sitting there, she had moved her hand to his pants. She had slid her hand onto his groin, and soon, his cock had been rock hard. Susan had moaned softly, and halfway through the boring Swedish film, she had leaned over and whispered to him.
"Let's get the fuck out of here. I'd rather fuck than be bored."
They had gone back to his place, and they had had a joint and some wine.
Then, he had brought her into his bedroom. He had started to kiss her all over her face, and when his lips were on her neck, he remembered, he had learned just how sensitive she was there.
She had been moaning louder than ever as he licked her neck, and his fingers had been moving their way down to her blouse.
Within seconds, he had had her blouse open, and he had seen her firm breasts. They were two of the loveliest tits he had ever laid eyes on, and when she had smiled, he had kissed her on the lips again.
Soon, they had both been naked. Alan had started to suck on one nipple while his fingers had moved through her thick cunt bush. He had always loved it when a girl had a nice thick cunt bush, and there was no doubt about that in his mind. After all, he had seen hundreds of strippers come and go, so he had probably seen more cunt in a matter of months, than most men saw in their entire lifetime.
Susan's thick bush had turned him on so much, that he had soon licked his way down. Before he had even started to lick her cunt lips, he had sucked on the hairs, because he had really gotten off on the flavor of them.
Then, when she had been thrusting up and down enough, he had slid his tongue down over her red cunt lips.
They had parted instantly, to let his probing tongue move inside of her. He had started to flick her clit back and forth as fast as he possibly could, and within seconds, he had been tasting his first load of cream from her.
Alan was never one to make a girl come once and then stop.
After all, being in the sex business, he had always liked to know as much as he could, and he tended to keep up with all the latest surveys. One that had come out at the time had been about oral sex on women.
The thing that most women complained about was when a man would start to eat them and stop after one orgasm.
Most of them thought it was the suckiest thing a man could do. After all, a woman could come more than once, and most women loved oral sex more than anything else. When a man would make them come once, and then keep eating so that they could have another one or two orgasms to top off the first one, they loved that man.
Since Alan had been trying to get Susan to really love him, he had made sure not to pull away from her pussy after making her come once.
Of course, loving the taste of cunt helped a great deal. He knew that if he hadn't learned to love the taste of a pussy, he probably would have hated being down there. He could even remember a time, the first time, in fact, when he had eaten a cunt, and had wondered how men could love it? It had tasted like shit, back then.
"But it's an acquired taste," a friend of his had said, to reassure him.
And sure enough, after eating a few more cunts in his lifetime, Alan had started to love it, to the point where he couldn't get enough of it.
So that first night with Susan, when they had been in his apartment, he had kept his head buried between her legs for a long time. She had even wrapped her legs around his head at one point, when she had been having her second orgasm, and he had laughed.
It was almost as if she had been expecting him to pull back then, and didn't want him to because the feelings were too great.
He had made her come three times while eating her, and he had felt the way his own cock was throbbing like crazy. He knew that if he had played with himself, just a little, he would have come so hard.
But he was the type who could not come without direct physical contact to his cock, even if it meant just a few jerks of the shaft, so he had made sure not to jerk on his cock while eating her.
Before he could even get into her cunt then, she had told him that she wanted to suck him, and in some ways, he had liked the fact that she was honest about it. Most girls would have never admitted that kind of a desire.
He had loved it for another reason, too, and they had talked about it later. He had moved his cock to her mouth, and within a few seconds, he had started to come. She had eaten his come, and smiled around his cock.
Then, as he had laid on the bed beside her, he had apologized.
"For what?" she had asked, tugging on his limp dick at the time.
"For coming in your mouth so fast," he said. "I know that you wanted to suck me and just didn't have the time."
"When I suck you I suck you so you'll come in my mouth, which is what you did. Who cares how long it takes? Now, if you had fucked me with that ready to shoot cock, and you had come in my cunt in a few seconds, I would have been pissed. Now, we can wait for you to get hard again, and when you do, we can have a nice, long fuck."
And that was just what they had done. They had rested for a while, had talked more so that they could learn about each other's dreams, and when he had gotten hard again, she had laid back and spread her legs.
"Now don't come too fast in me this time," she had said to him.
Of course, that was the very last thing he had in mind. He knew that it would take him a while to even get worked up to the point where he would think about coming, and he knew something else.
He never came in a girl right away, when his cock would first pulse. He would always slow down to make the fuck pleasures linger.
There had been one or two exceptions, before meeting Susan.
On occasion, before he had met his wife, he would feel horny and fuck one of the girls before they would go on stage.
It usually worked out good for all involved. He would get his rocks off, and he would do it fast. When he would first feel his cock pulsing, even if it was five seconds after he had entered, he would just let himself shoot. After all, he didn't really care that much about the girl. The orgasm was what counted.
But, it worked out good for the strippers, too. There was a certain glow that a woman had after a fuck, even if it wasn't fully satisfying, and the girls that he would fuck would always have that glow before going on stage. They would look hotter, as a result, and turn the customers on more, too. And that, of course, led to more money from the customers.
For the way the clubs worked, the girls would parade their pussies in front of the men, and the man would stick money into the cunts. Some of them would stick bills into the metal chain that went around the stage.
Alan had noticed how much better some of the girls would do when they'd go on stage with that after-fuck glow about them.
But when he was taking fucking seriously, it was a whole different matter. When he was as concerned with turning the girl on as he was with turning himself on, he would make sure never to come right away.
So, when he had been fucking Susan that first night, it had taken quite a while for his cock to reach that point where he felt himself pulsing, and then, he had slowed down so that he wouldn't come in her right away.
She had felt how good the cock pulsations were, and just as he had started to slow down, she had been moaning about how she wanted him to, so that when he did, they both had a good laugh about it.
"Your cock is so fat," she had said to him. "It's the fattest cock that I've ever had inside of me, and I love it."
"Let's make something clear right now," he had told her. "I don't want to know about any of the other cocks you had before me. I know that you've had some, just as I've had many other cunts. But let's forget about it."
She had loved the idea of it, and had been more than willing not to talk about it.
When he knew that he could start fucking her again without the threat of coming, he had started to fuck her once more, thrusting in and out with full strokes, so that at times, he had her thinking that his cock was going to fall out of her when he was pulling all the way back.
But he had fucked enough to know his dick well, and he knew just where his cock head would rest, so that he never did fall out.
That first fuck they had had was sensational, he recalled, and when it reached the point where he knew he would come, their bodies were both dripping with sweat.
He had felt the way she was spasming around his cock, as he was pulsing, and he had moaned that he was going to come soon.
Then, he had started to shoot, and he had fucked her faster and harder for the last few seconds, so that she started to have another orgasm around his dick, as he was still shooting off inside of her.
He knew enough about fucking and orgasms . to know that it was not everyday that people had simultaneous orgasms. Those who said that they did were usually lying through their teeth, especially those who claimed to have them all the time.
The fact that the two of them had been able to do it the very first time that they fucked had turned Alan on a hell of a lot. He had started to kiss Susan on the lips again as his cock still pumped, and then, he thought about something else.
Her neck. He had moved his lips to her neck then and he had started to kiss her hard. She had been moaning even louder, and her last few pussy spasms had practically sucked the juices right out of his dick.
They had fucked each other quite a lot before getting married, and had tried it in all kinds of positions. One which Susan loved a lot, and had loved him a lot for wanting to try, was when she rode his cock, by sitting on it.
"Most of the men I've been with, and I won't even say which men, feel threatened by it," she had told him. "They like it better when they ride me. They think that I have too much power when I ride them."
But he had loved it, and why shouldn't he have loved it?
Fucking, although a hell of a lot of fun, also involved a great deal of work, as far as exerting energy went. It was not easy to thrust in and out of a woman for a few hours.
It could really be tiresome, and, when and if you started to think that way, your pleasures could have a tendency to subside in a second.
When she rode him, all that he had to do was lay back, and let her ride his cock up and down. When he put his hands behind his head, and smiled, she moved her fingers to his under arms and plucked at the brown hairs. She also ran her fingers through the thick hair on his chest, massaging his hidden nipples at the same time, until they had stiffened and had stuck out of the forest of hair.
Each time she had felt him pulsing, she had slowed down. She had played with his balls at times, too, and that had felt sensational.
When he had come inside of her, he had loved it. She had started to ride his cock even faster as he had started to shoot off, and so, the pleasure had had a chance to build up even more.
Then, there had been the time when he had fucked her asshole.
They had talked about it for the longest time. He had wanted to explore it, and she had not been all that willing. But then, he had given her a warm enema to clean her out and loosen her up, and when she had shit out all the water and wiped herself, he had started to eat her asshole.
As he had been doing that, he had been playing with her cunt at the same time. He had been wiggling her clit back and forth, and the feeling that she got from the two things he did was sensational.
Alan remembered the way her pussy juices had been flooding his fingers. He remembered the large wet stain that had been left on the bed under her cunt, all because of the rapid flow of cream from her pussy.
It hadn't taken him long to loosen her asshole up so that it was opening and closing around his tongue. At the same time, he had been digging his tongue in deeper, and making sure that he was wetting her asshole with saliva lubrication.
He had known to wait until she begged him for it, and as soon as she did, he had slid up her body. He had eased his cock into her asshole gently, and the moans that she had let out, let him know that she loved it.
His fingers had never left her cunt, and he had felt the way her cunt never stopped coming as she was getting it up the ass.
They had rolled onto their sides, too, so that she was moving her ass back and forth against his dick at certain times.
Since her ass was tighter than her cunt, and his cock was fat, like she always told him, she had been able to feel it when his dick had started to throb inside of her, and she had started to moan about it.
"No, don't come in me yet," she had moaned to him. "Don't come in me yet. This feels too good, and I don't want it to end."
It had been easy for him to slow down, and when he had started up again, and had known that he could still go a while without having to worry.
When he had finally started to come in her asshole, Susan had been moaning louder than he had heard her moaning in the longest time. He had felt her cunt spasming tighter around his fingers, too.
They had explored so many things, except for one thing, and Alan could remember the one time when he had tried to tie her up.
He had hidden a rope under the bed, and when she had been turned on, he'd tried to slip it around her.
"No," she had said, laughing a bit, and she had pushed him away playfully.
And because she had done everything with a hint of humor in her voice, as if she still wanted him to do it, but was just playing a game, he had tried to get her tied up again and again, until she had slapped him.
The force of her slap had been serious, he could tell, and soon, she had burst into tears, crying hysterically.
Of course, he had dropped the ropes on the floor, and he had started to kiss her neck, but even that time it didn't work.
"What is it?" he asked her. "What's wrong, Sue? I was just trying something new, and I really didn't know it would freak you out so much."
"He tried it with me, too," she was sobbing. "That was how he once tried to get me and I hated it. I hated it."
"Who?" he had asked, even though he really didn't want to know.
After all, they had made that deal with each other. What had happened in the past was the past, and they didn't want to know about it.
"Daddy," she said to him, through her tears.
He knew that her father had been dead for years, and it had really stunned him to hear that he had taken her once, or so it seemed. When he had managed to calm her down more, he had learned the whole story.
It had happened one night when her father had been drunk. He had snuck into her room while she had been sleeping, and he had tied her hands together behind her back. Then, he had started to push her nightie up so that he could finger her pussy, and that was when she had awoke.
He had told her that he was going to take her, and there was nothing that she could do. She had been terrified when she had pulled her hands, only to feel the rope cutting into her wrists hard, so that there was some blood.
She had thought about screaming, but he had told her how much more he would hurt her if she did. Anyway, when she had opened her mouth to scream, he had gotten onto the bed and had rammed his cock into her mouth.
Susan didn't want to lose her virginity that way, by her father, and so, she had just done the first thing she could think of.
She had bit as hard as she could, grinding her teeth into his cock.
He had been the one who screamed, and his screams had gotten her mother up and running into the room. When she woman had seen Susan and her father, she had started to hit the man, hard.
She had pulled him off of her daughter, and had kicked him a few times. Then, she had sent him back to his room, and had untied Susan.
Later that night, Susan had heard a whipping sound coming from the room, and she had had no desire to go and see what was happening, although, she had fantasized, and had hoped that it was her mother getting her father, and not vice versa.
"So you see, the thought of being bound freaks me out," she had said to Alan, when she had been able to compose herself enough. "Just because each time that it happens, I think about how my father could have been the first."
"It could be a whole new experience though," Alan had said to her.
"I knew, but still, I don't want to do it. Besides, I like using my hands. I love to rub your back and your buttocks when you're fucking me."
And he knew how true it was, because he loved the way it felt.
But that night, he kept thinking, it was going to be different.
He thought that tying her and whipping her was the most fitting punishment he could think of. It would teach her never to cheat on him again, because it would scare her so much. After all, he knew how scared she was about being tied up.
This night, he kept thinking, he wasn't going to pull back when she started to cry on him. He was going to keep her tied, no matter what.
Alan was sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, rubbing his hand up and down his hard cock and moaning softly, when the door opened. Susan stepped into the room and smiled at him.
Then, she walked right over to the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a second," she said. "Don't let that dick of yours shoot without me. I just want to get myself ready."
He smiled at her, until the door closed, and then, he was angry.
It was his imagination running wild again. He could see an image of some other man sitting on the bed, yesterday afternoon, and Susan walking into the bathroom and telling that man the same thing she had just told him.
It pissed him off, and he leaned over and looked under the bed.
He had pulled the bedspread down on one side, so that it was hanging onto the floor. That way, he knew, Susan wouldn't be able to see all he things that he had bought to use on her. She had always told him how fat his cock was, and how it had taken her some time to get adjusted to his size.
Well, he was thinking, just wait until she sees this fat dildo.
When he had bought the thing, he had been so surprised at how big it was. He had even asked the man at the store if people really used something like that.
"I just couldn't imagine a cunt wide enough to take this in," he had said.
The man had laughed, and he had explained that once it was in, the cunt was wide enough, whether it wanted to be or not. Then, the man had winked at him, and Alan had known that it would bring pain.
Bringing pain to Susan, he was thinking, was the only way he was going to work all this shit out, and he looked forward to it.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, which made him think about what a turn-on this whole thing would be.
Then, the bathroom door opened, and she stepped out.
She had stripped herself naked, and had let her hair down. He loved the way it bounced up and down on her shoulders, lightly, as she walked toward him. She had a beautiful smile on her face, which seemed to radiate the love that she had for him.
Alan noticed that her tits were as lovely and firm as they had been when he had first married her, and that was sensational.
She walked right up to him, and stood near him. He moved his hand to her thick bush and rubbed it gently, then let his fingers dance lightly over her cunt lips.
"It's so early," she said, looking at the clock. "I can tell that you have a nice, long session in mind tonight."
It was true. It was only seven-thirty, and they usually didn't go to bed until midnight. When they would start to make love this early in the evening, they would usually go at it until the time when they would fall out and go to sleep.
He started to finger her cunt, and sure enough, he could feel how wet she was already getting. She moaned softly, and he noticed the way her knees buckled a little bit. He made room for her to lay down next to him.
When she did, he moved onto his side and kissed her on the lips, then on the neck. As he did that, he moved his body on top of hers, He knew that she could feel his cock rubbing against her cunt lips, because of the way that she started to thrust herself up and down against him. Alan loved the way that was feeling, and decided he would enter her fast.
"Why?" she asked, as she felt him sliding it into her.
"I don't plan on coming right away, but I'm hot. I want to get into some fucking."
He started to slide his cock in and out of her cunt slowly, and he could hear the way that she was moaning softly.
Her pussy was already spasming around his cock, and he loved it.
He moved his lips to her neck then, and started to kiss her. He kept his eyes open, which was rare, but that night, he wanted to watch her face. When she started to get into it enough, she closed her eyes.
He thought about what Jimmy had said to him, but from the look on her face, it seemed like she wasn't concentrating on anything more than the fuck. It was as if she was just trying to think about the physical pleasures, and nothing more.
Alan moved his hand to one bedpost, and pulled the leather noose out from under the pillow. He had to shift his body weight a little bit to get the other one, and he looked at her face, happy that she didn't open her eyes.
Now, both of the confining nooses were ready, and all that was left was to bring her hands up to them.
He grabbed both of her hands, holding one in each of his own hands, and he started to pull them up over her head. By kissing her neck, still, he was able to keep her so turned on that she didn't even know what was happening.
"Oh, Alan, you are such a good fucker," she was moaning. "You're the only one for me, baby, the only fucking fucker for me."
She loved to curse when she was hot, for it made her hotter.
It was making him more angry, of course, since he was convinced that she had cheated, and what she was saying then had to be lies.
He could see how close her wrists were to the nooses, and he knew that he was going to have to slip them both through at the same time, because if she felt one, she would put up a fight before he could do the other.
It was easy. He kept his lips near her neck and flicked his tongue back and forth over one area, so that she was moaning louder.
Then, at the same moment, both leather nooses were slipped over her hands, onto her wrists, and he pulled them both tight.
He pulled himself right out and off of her, too.
She started to pull at her hands, and discovered that she was bound. She laughed a little bit, at first.
"Alan, I thought I told you that I didn't want this ever."
He reached for the thick whip under the bed, and lashed it across her white belly at the same moment that he screamed at her.
"That was a game," he yelled. "But this is for real. I know that you cheated on me, and you're gonna pay for it, you horny cunt."
CHAPTER TWO
"What the hell are you talking about?" she screamed, as the whip lashed her stomach the second time, even harder than it had the first.
She knew that he really meant business then, and could feel the ripping pain all over her body. She started to cry.
"Please, remember what I told you about my father," she said.
She could see the rage in his face, and she felt it again when he hit her on the belly a third time.
Then, he reached under the bed once again, and when she saw the thick rubber didldo that he had in his hand, she cried more.
He started to spread her legs, but she began to kick.
Susan still had no idea of what he was talking about, but she had some ide of what he planned to do with that dildo, and she didn't like it one bit. She was able to kick the dildo out of his hand.
Then, he reached under the bed again, and in those few seconds, she struggled to get free from the leather nooses. However, her struggling only caused the nooses to feel tighter, until she was sure that all circulation to her hands would be cut off.
He was reaching for another leather strap , and he made a quick noose.
Then, he slid it around one ankle, and pulled on it hard, so that it was tight. He started to pull the other end toward the post at the foot of the bed, and he tied it there, then proceeded to make another noose for the next ankle.
It was even easier for him to get that leg bound.
Then, he stood over her, and he started to laugh hideously.
Susan looked at his cock. She could see the way he thing was throbbing, and she knew that this was turning him on.
She hated it, at first, only because of what had happened to her when she had been younger. Also, she hated the way he had whipped her, causing her flesh to sting, and burn, as if it was on fire.
"Now, I want to know all about it," he said to her.
"All about what?" she asked him, and he moved the thick dildo toward her cunt.
She was so wet, because he had been fucking her earlier, and he had worked up her juices. As she felt him starting to move the thick dildo into her, she screamed in pain. The head of it was thicker than his fist, and that was huge. She kept thinking that the only way he would get it into her was to rip her cunt lips wide open.
"All about what?" she asked him again. "What the fuck is this? A trial and conviction without you hearing my side of the story?"
"Who did you fuck in this bed yesterday?" he asked her.
"You. Last night. You know that, Alan. That's all there is to it."
"What about the stains?" he asked her. "There were stains on he bed last night that weren't there in the morning. I know."
"Where are they now?" she asked.
He moved his hand near her body, and managed to pull the bedspread and cover down and out from under her. Of course, she had to lift herself up a little bit, and that caused some more cutting in her wrists, but he didn't care.
"Where are they now?" she asked him, as if she felt so triumphant.
He couldn't see the entire bed, because she was lying on part of the sheets, but he managed to slide his hand under her body. After all, when come stains dried on sheets, you could feel them without seeing them.
But there was nothing there, and he was rather upset.
It took a few seconds for him to get it all together, and realize that these blue sheets were lighter than the ones that had been on the bed the day before. He knew that she had to have changed the sheets that day.
"Where's the laundry?" he asked her. "Where is it? I know that you changed the sheets, you bitch. That's why there's nothing here."
"I washed them this morning," she said. "But there was nothing there."
She was lying, but hoped he couldn't tell.
In fact, last night, when they had been fucking, she had felt some of the dried come stains under her body, and had hoped that he wouldn't notice them. In all the confusion from that afternoon, she had forgotten to change them.
But, she knew, she had not cheated on him. She had not.
He lashed the whip out at her again, and continued to push that thick dildo against her cunt. She knew hat he could have rammed it into her, if he had wanted to, but he was not applying that much pressure, and that made her happy.
"There were come stains there," he said to her. "They weren't mine. You were fucking someone yesterday afternoon."
"I swear to you that I wasn't," she said.
Then, he took another piece of leather and started to wrap it around her neck. She felt how hard he was pulling it.
For a few seconds, she thought that she was dead. She was so sure that he was just going to strangle her with it, and she couldn't stop crying.
He let up on it, and moved his hand back to the dildo.
"Why did you do it to me?" he asked her. "I thought that we had a good thing going. Why did you do it to me, Susan?"
"Alan, I love only you. I swear that I didn't.. . "
He yanked on the leather again, pulling her head up, and he slapped her hard across the face, leaving a red bruise mark on her cheek.
Immediately, she tried to move her hand there, because of the burning pain, but she felt the leather cutting again.
And she started to cry all over again. She was terrified over the thought of being tied up, and that terror was killing her.
"I know that you did, and if you don't tell me who and why, I'm going to make sure that you never forget this night."
She knew that she never would already, just because of the fear she was feeling, but she knew something else.
She had made a promise. A career could be ruined were she to open her mouth and tell her husband the truth, because she knew what Alan was like. Although he could promise her that he wouldn't tell anyone, he would definitely tell Jimmy, and Jimmy would tell some people, and soon, the world would know.
She could not tell. She knew that she would have felt too guilty.
Besides, he had been nice enough to let her watch, and he had even asked her if she wanted to join in and make it a threesome, but she had said no.
She had told him that although he was a pretty famous actor, and that most girls would give anything to be in bed with him (and the girl that he was in bed with was the perfect example), she was faithful to her husband, and wouldn't dream of cheating on him. But letting a famous actor use her bed to fuck another girl was not cheating.
Alan started to move the dildo deeper and deeper into her cunt, and soon, she felt the head getting past her cunt lips. Once her pussy had been spread wide enough to take that in, things were feeling great.
The dildo was thick, that was true, but her cunt was wet enough from the fucking before, and the dildo made incredible contact with her clit.
She started to moan a little bit as he thrust it in and out, and then, he stopped, leaving the thick thing inside of her.
"Move it," she moaned. "It hurts when it just sits there, but it feels good when you thrust it in and out."
"You bitch," he said to her. "Is that what you told him?"
"Him?" she asked, as if he might know. "Who are you talking about?"
"The man you fucked in the bed yesterday," he said to her.
"There was no one, Alan. I swear to you that I didn't fuck anyone in the bed."
He started to drive the dildo in and out of her even harder. He moved his fingers to one nipple and twisted it as hard as he could, until he heard the way that she was screaming out in pain.
He could see the look of fear in her eyes, and suddenly, he was feeling great.
He was "even forgetting about the fact that she had cheated on him, because of the incredible sense of power he was feeling now.
He closed his eyes for a second, and thought about Jimmy, his partner.
Jimmy loved to brag that he had gotten into every sexual scene possible, and that the thing he loved the most was tying up women and abusing them. Once, when Alan had had a talk with him, Jimmy had explained why.
"You have power, he said. "It's a power unlike anything else you feel with a woman. No, let me clarify that. You know the kind of power that you have when you fuck a woman, and you're on top? You know, when you feel that your dick is the thing that she's loving, and as long as that's the case, you can use it on her as hard as you want? You know that power, Alan?"
"Of course I do," he had said to his friend. He didn't know any man who wouldn't, except for the kind of man who loved to get tied and beaten and abused.
"Well, it's like that power, only five hundred times as great."
Alan didn't really believe that such a power was possible, but he was starting to see that it was, because that was the very same power that he was feeling. Part of it came from the fear he could see on his wife's face.
He twisted her nipple even more, and felt, for a second, like he might actually rip it right off of her tit. When he thought about that, he let up on it. After all, he didn't want to leave any permanent damage marks on her flesh.
Susan heaved a sigh of relief when he let up on her nipple.
She started to think about how much she hated being tied. It had been a whole different thing when she had been watching him fucking the bound girl on her bed the day before, because she hadn't been the one who was bound.
Then, as she thought about it, she remembered something else.
After it hadd all been over, and he had been in the shower getting cleaned up, she had had a chance to talk with the redhead. The girl was no longer bound, but Susan had been fascinated with the way the girl had gotten turned on.
"How did you do it?" she asked. "I mean, I've been tied once or twice in my life and I've hated it. I've freaked out to the point where I had to.be untied right away, or else, I probably would have had a breakdown."
"You just have to get into being helpless," the girl had said. "You also have to really like the guy who's doing it to you, also. I mean, if you don't, then you might as well forget about the whole thing."
"I still don't think that I understand," Susan said to the girl.
"Well, if you like the guy enough who ties you and whips you, and you know that he's getting turned on doing it, then you can just get turned on knowing that he's getting turned on. That's all there is to it."
Susan looked at Alan's cock men, and thought about how turned on this whole thing was getting him.
She remembered the other time when he had tried to tie her, and how she had freaked out when he had done it. She remembered him trying a few more times, but over the last few years, he had just stopped it.
Now, as she saw his cock bobbing up and down, and noticed that one drop of pre-come after another was leaking from the slit of his cock, she started to hink about things in a whole other light.
The come stains on the bed, she thought, were really not a valid enough excuse for him to be doing this to her. After all, they could have been his own stains, for all he knew.
Not every load of come that he shot into her body stayed in her body. When he came in her mouth, of course, she would swallow it. but when he came in her cunt, his cream and her cream could easily drip out if she didn't clean herself out when she was finished.
She thought about a few nights back, and tried to remember if she had cleaned herself out after she had been fucking with him, but she just couldn't remember at all.
So, she was thinking about something else.
Alan had probably made up the whole come stain thing. He had probably wanted to tie her up for the longest time, because he had known how much it would turn him on. He was just making up some bullshit excuse to keep her bound, because he knew how much she hated the idea of it, yet he still wanted to do it
She decided that the only thing to do was play along with him then.
"All right," she moaned. "I did have some guy over here the other day."
"You bitch," he said, and he lashed the whip at her tits that time.
The thing was, her cunt had been getting so wet from the dildo inside of her, that her senses were really heightened. She felt the whip stinging her, but it felt sensational all of a sudden. Of course, she was thinking about the redhead, and the way the girl had told her that you had to be turned on to the man in order to let him beat you.
She had no trouble with that, of course. She had been in love with Alan from the very first moment that she had met him, and the love hadn't subsided over the years. She still felt that he was one of the hottest men she had ever met.
He started to thrust the thick dildo in and out of her cunt again, and he started to twist the thing a little bit, too. She was glad that her cunt walls were so wet inside because it made it easier for him to move the thing that way.
She could feel a whole new effect on her clitoris.
She had never felt something being twisted around in her cunt, and her clit was being massaged in the strangest way. She loved it though, and she started to moan a little bit louder as he kept twisting it.
"You cunt," he screamed, for the idea was to bring her pain.
He knew what he was going to do. He climbed up on the bed and moved his cock over her mouth. He started to thrust it into her mouth, deep, so that the head of it was forcing its way into her throat.
At the same time, he was ramming the dildo in and out of her cunt. He started to move the rubber dildo in and out of her cunt at the same rate that he was slamming his cock in and out of her mouth, and that was quite fast.
He could hear the way she was groaning and choking around his dick, and he remembered her story of biting her father.
"If you bite my cock, I'll rip your cunt apart," he said.
Susan had no intentions of biting his cock. In some ways, she was starting to get more and more turned on as he abused her. It was really because she loved him, or so she kept thinking.
She tried not to think of her father, for it was memories of him which had freaked her out all the other times that Alan had tried to tie her. Instead, she just thought about her complete and total helplessness, and how she really didn't have to do much at all, but lay back and let him turn her on.
His cock in her mouth was, although, when he held himself in deep and his heavy balls lay on her nose, she had a hard time breathing.
Still and all, when she could breathe, she was taking in the heady scent of his cock, and that was something which had always turned on her. It was working on her the same way it always had this time.
She could feel her cunt spasming around the thick dildo, even though the spasms really couldn't get too tight, because the thing was so fucking thick. She started to moan louder and louder.
Then, she felt the way he was pulsing in her mouth, and she was hoping that he would start to come on her tongue.
However, Alan knew enough about his wife to know that a load of come on her tongue would turn her on, and he wasn't really trying to turn her on that night. Instead, he was trying to make her pay for what she had done.
Therefore, he did something which he knew would frustrate her.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth fast, and turned his body around. He started to jerk on the shaft, and as the first load of come shot out, she opened her mouth to try and taste it on her tongue.
Alan pointed his cock up higher, so that the thick wad shot right over her open mouth and landed on her forehead. The next load landed on her nose, and some of it even went up her nostril, and blocked her breathing passage.
He was laughing hysterically as all this was happening, and he kept thinking that it served the stupid bitch right. After all, why should she get a rewarded after she had had the fucking nerve to cheat on him.
By that time, he was so enraged, that he forgot all about Selena. He had fucked her face that afternoon, and that was a form of cheating.
He decided to let her suck the last few drops of come out of his cock, but there was a selfish reason behind it. He wanted to make sure that his cock would stay hard, and he knew that her mouth would be good.
He started to shove it back in, and she could taste the last few drops of come on her tongue.
She started to suck on him a little bit harder, while he slid his hand back and started to work the dildo in and out of her cunt once again.
Soon, he could feel the blood surging back into his cock, and he loved the way that it was feeling. He started to moan louder and louder.
And when he was fully hard, and there was not the least bit of doubt in his mind that he would stay that way, he pulled it back.
Now, it was like a menacing weapon that he knew he could use.
She kept her mouth open to try and get his cock back in, and he started to slap her across the face as hard as he could.
He heard her let out a grunting moan when he slapped her hard with his cock, and she started to cry a little bit then. He continued to slap her back and forth.
"A cock whipping for a cheating bitch," he was saying.
"I didn't cheat on you," she screamed at him. "I didn't cheat on you, you bastard. How could you come all over my face when you know I love the taste of it?"
"You cheated on me. You even admitted it a little while ago."
She knew that she had, but she had just been playing along with what she was sure had to be a game of his.
She tried to explain all that to him, but couldn't get the words out fast enough because of the way he kept whipping her with his dick.
By sitting on top of her body the way that he was, his ass was pressed down against her tits, and she was having a lot of trouble breathing that way. It was easy to inhale, but when she did, his ass just pressed down more, so that when she had to exhale, it was really very hard to let out the air.
"I can't breathe," she started to moan, and he seemed to know that he was being a little too hard on her tits, so he pulled his ass up a bit.
But he continued to slap her face, because he was pissed. He loved the way it felt when his dick hit her anyway, so, while he was bringing her pain, he was also turning himself on as well.
"Now, I want to hear all about it," he said. "I want to know who you had over here yesterday, and what you two did."
"I swear that there was no one here," she said to him.
"I already know that there was," he told her. "You already told me that, and there's no way you can change your story now."
She thought about it. It was true. She had played along with his game for only a few seconds, but those few seconds were enough to have convinced him that she had, indeed, had some man over in her bed.
So, she thought, she might as well go on and lie some more.
"All right," she said. "It was an actor from the play. I had him over here because he Wanted me, and we had time. We just fucked, and that was all. That was all."
His suspicions had been confirmed, and he was even more angry.
He started to move the dildo in and out of her cunt even faster, and he could hear the way that she was groaning with pain.
He started to do something then that he knew would hurt her even more. He started to pull the thing all the way out of her cunt, so that her lips would have to put up with that super thick dildo cock head.
Then, he would ram it back in, so that her lips would stretch again.
He did it for a while, until he thought about something.
He really didn't want to stretch her cunt out, because if he did, she would probably turn out to be a lousy fuck after that.
He knew that she had good control of her cunt muscles, and always had.
Still and all, if he worked her over too hard, she might not be able to control them anymore, and he had fucked cunts that were too wide, and had hated it. It was like thrusting in and out of nothing but air.
So, he pulled the dildo out of her cunt then, and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"How many times?" he asked her then. "How many times?"
"How many times what?" she said to him, a s she caught her breath.
"How many times did you two fuck each other?" he asked.
She closed her eyes and tried to think about him and the redhead. As long as she had lied a little, imagining herself in the place of the redhead, she figured that she might as well go with it all the way.
She remembered that the girl had sucked him off first, and then, he had fucked her. He seemed to have come in her cunt once, although he never did pull out, but rather, he just seemed too rest for a while, and then, he started thrusting again.
She wasn't positive that he had come that time, and anyway, she didn't want to get Alan any more angry than he already was.
"Just once," she said to him. "Just once."
"Well, once is enough," he said, and he started to slap her again.
But that time, he was using his hand, and it was hurting more than his cock had been hurting when he'd been whipping her face with it.
Susan could feel her whole body surging with pain. When he had been whipping her with his cock, the dildo had been in her cunt at the time, so that there had been some kind of aroused pleasure running through her.
But now, he had pulled it out, and all that his hand was doing was causing her face cheeks to feel like they were on fire.
"Why?" he asked her then. "Why did you cheat on me?"
She had enough, she kept thinking. She had lied, just to play along with his game, but the more she lied, he more angry he seemed to be.
"Alan," she said, between fast breaths, "let me tell you something. You're the only man that I care about. The only one I love."
"Then why did you fuck someone else?" he screamed at her.
"I didn't. I lied to you. The whole thing was a lie. I never fucked anyone but you, and never have a desire to fuck anyone but you."
"Bullshit. You think you can change your whole story around how?"
"I only made it up because I thought you wanted to hear it."
"There were those stains on the bed," he said to her. "They were there."
Now, she started to think, what can I tell him? She knew that once she mentioned his name, Alan would know the famous actor who had used their bed the day before, but she had promised him that she wouldn't tell anyone about it. So right away, she would be breaking her promise to him.
She knew something else. He was a dashing leading man type, who most women would have gone crazy over. How the fuck could she tell Alan that she had brought him and this other girl back to the apartment so that he could fuck the other girl in their bed, without Alan thinking that she had joined hem?
Any girl in her right mind would have jumped at the chance of being in bed with that man, and she knew that to be a fact.
She was sure that Alan would know it, too, and he would assume that she not only went to bed with him, but went to bed with him and another girl.
That, she thought, would piss her husband off even more.
So, she was trapped in a lie. She had backed herself up into this corner and didn't have any fucking idea of how to get out of it. She hated herself for having done it, but there was no way out now.
All that she could do was keep denying that she had had anyone over, which was a contradiction from what she had told him earlier.
She tried to tell him that the come stains were his imagination again, but he was positive that he had seen them.
"I know how to get you to talk," he said to her. "I know a way."
And then, he started to untie the leather from the posts at the foot of the bed. He did not take the nooses off from around her ankles, because he thought that would make things too hard. She would start to kick again.
He began to pull both of her legs up over her head, and he tied those leather straps to the same bedposts that her wrists were tied to.
That way, her legs were pulled up over her head and her ass was bared.
Alan moved further up the bed, so that his cock was rubbing near her ass.
She started to push herself down a little bit, thinking about how nice it had felt all those times when he had fucked her asshole, but she knew that she couldn't get him into her unless he wanted to fuck her.
Anyway, by pushing herself down, even a little, she was causing the ropes to cut into her ankles even more, and they were already burning a hell of a lot to begin with.
He started to spank her ass, hard, with both hands, keeping his hands open so that his two palms hit her two ass cheeks at the same time.
Since her body was not turned on at all, because there was nothing now making contact with her clit, the slapping really hurt her even more.
She started to groan with pain, and she began to cry again.
He stopped hitting her when she cried, and he looked at her with anger.
"What are you crying about?" he asked her. "What are you crying about?"
"This whole thing. Alan, you have to know that I would never cheat on you. I wish that you would at least trust me."
"How could you wish that when you admitted it yourself?"
She thought that she could explain it all to him, without having to say anything about the actor. She thought that she could just tell him that she thought he was getting turned on over tying her up, and she had just been trying to help to keep him turned on. But she realized that was ridiculous.
He was only going to believe what he wanted to believe, and he wanted to believe that she had cheated on him.
He started to move his cock toward her cunt then, and he entered her.
Because of the way her ass was raised up so high, and because of the angle that his cock entered her cunt from, he wasn't making such good contact with her clit, and she didn't really feel much pleasure at all.
As he kept thrusting in and out of her cunt, he was slapping her ass, and she could feel the pain still surging through her.
She started to groan, telling him to get up on his knees more so that when he would thrust, his cock would at least turn her on.
"You mean that it's not turning you on?" he asked her.
"No. It's not making any kind of contact with my clit."
"Well then, let's change it," he said to her, and he pulled his cock out of her cunt, and then, rammed it into her asshole.
She was dry and her cunt cream which coated his cock was the only kind of lubrication that she had working for her. She screamed in pain, especially when she saw the way he was reaching for the thick dildo.
He rammed that right into her cunt, and started to fuck her with it.
She felt the way it made such nice contact with her clit, and she started to moan louder and louder. Although his cock was still burning her asshole, it was hitting her sphincter muscles and causing her body to relax.
The thick dildo in her cunt was doing a nice enough number on her clit so that she was turned on even more as he fucked her asshole and cunt.
She started to moan louder, and that was when he started to slap her ass again.
She felt the way her buttocks were aroused as he did that, and she started to wiggle her body around a little bit.
"Oh yeah," she was moaning. "Oh yeah, that feels so nice. So nice."
She started to move her body a little faster, even though the leather was cutting into her ankles and wrists even more. It was her ankles which felt it more than her wrists, , too, but she kept moving anyway.
She felt the way his cock started to throb in her asshole, and she was rather unhappy when he didn't slow down his thrusting.
He started to moan loud, and then, he was shooting a thick load of come into her asshole. At the same time, she started to come hard around the dildo, but he sensed that, and pulled the thing right out of her.
Susan groaned with a frustrated kind of pain. She knew that if he had left the dildo in her for even a few more seconds, she would have peaked. Instead, he had left her hanging, and she hated him for it.
"You bastard," she said to him. "That was a shitty thing to do."
"I'm supposed to be punishing you, you horny cunt. I don't think that turning you on is any way to punish you, do you?"
"But I didn't do anything," she said to him again. "I didn't do anything."
"There is no way that you're going to get me to believe that," he said, and he pulled his cock out of her asshole, slowly.
He stood up and walked to the bathroom, and when she heard the sink going, she knew that he was washing his cock off.
She lay there, and now that she was all alone, she could feel how pained her entire body was. The position that she was in now was really uncomfortable, and she kept hoping that he would come and untie her really soon.
She heard the water being turned off, and then, he stepped back into the bedroom.
He took one look at her bound body, and started to laugh. He couldn't get over how helpless she looked there, and he loved the way that she looked.
He reached for the whip and started to whip her buttocks a little bit. He could hear her groaning each time that the leather made contact with her buttocks, but he just kept laughing and laughing.
Then, after a few more seconds, he stopped doing it. He laid the whip on the floor and walked toward the closet.
He pulled out another pillow, and the spare blanket that they had. He started to walk toward the door of the bedroom.
"Where are you going?" she yelled out after him. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight," he told her.
"What? Why are you going to do that? Alan, don't start doing that. I don't want my husband sleeping on the couch."
"It's just for the night," he said to her. "Just for the night."
"Why?"
"Because, I don't think I could fall asleep knowing that you were tied up like that, right next to me. This way, I won't even have to think about it."
Susan couldn't believe it. He slammed he door closed, and left her bound like that, with her feet pulled up over her head.
She started to scream, thinking that he would never be able to sleep over her screaming, but then, a few seconds later, she heard the sound of the stereo. He had turned it on loud, to drown her out, and once she realized that, she knew she had to come to grip with something.
This was how she was going to be bound, all night.
CHAPTER THREE
"I want to thank you again, Susan," Philip Lang said to her at the rehearsal the next afternoon. "I was just wondering, though
"No," she said. "I really don't think that would be possible."
"What? You don't even know what I want to ask you."
"I know what you want. You want to know if you can use my place again to fuck Mary. I don't think that would be possible."
The handsome blond actor smiled at her, then shook his head.
"It's not Mary who I want to fuck," he said to her, and he smiled, then ran his long tongue over his lips.
She smiled back at him, but then, she turned her back on him.
She looked back down at the script, to keep her eyes off of his, for she knew that he was probably looking right at her, and hoping for some direct eye contact.
But she knew that she might melt under his gaze, and she knew something else.
She might give in, if he was persistent enough. After all, she kept thinking, last night I was punished for something that I didn't do, so why the fuck don't I go and do it now? It would only be fitting.
But she just didn't want to run the risk, and she was happy a little bit later when the director started the rehearsal.
She watched what was going on, and marked up her script each time she heard about some prop that would be needed for some scene that they were working on, but she still found it very hard to concentrate.
Her wrists, after all, still felt like they were on fire, and her ankles felt even worse, because of the horrid position that Alan had left her in the night before.
She watched Philip on stage though, and was quite amazed at how good looking he was. He looked even better this day.
Susan closed her eyes and thought about the first time she had met him. That had been about seven years back, when she had first been working in theater. She had been working backstage on an off-Broadway show, which he was starring in, and it was that show which would give him his big break, and bring out all the producers from Hollywood who wanted to make him a film star.
He had taken a liking to her back then; and she hadn't minded at all, since she was single, and he was the hottest looking man in the show. Also, it was reassuring to find an actor who liked women.
She had agreed to go home with him once, seven years back.
They had started to make love, and she had loved the fact that he had a hairy chest, for she loved hairy chests, but had found that most blond men didn't have them. They seemed to have, smooth hairless chests.
She remembered how nice Philip's dick had felt between her legs, as he had rubbed it there, but then, all of a sudden, she had felt him trying to tie her wrists.
She had felt the way he was struggling to pull the rope tight, and she had managed to pull herself free and slap him across the face.
"I don't want to be tied," she had told him. "I hate the idea of it."
"It's the way that I get off the best," he had said to her.
"I'm sorry to hear it. You can fuck me, but not tie me."
Since he had been so horny at the time, and his cock had still been nice and hard between her legs, he had done it the way she wanted it.
He had moved his cock into her cunt and he had started to thrust in and out of her at a nice, steady rate. She had sensed his disinterest in the fuck, and because of it, she hadn't been that into it herself.
In fact, she had thought he was one of the lousiest lays she had ever had.
He didn't really seem to care much about her, and every few thrusts, he would plant a kiss on her lips, almost as if he felt that it was more or less his duty to do it, and not at all as if he felt like he wanted to.
She had felt his cock pulsing inside of her cunt rather fast, and he had done nothing to try and hold back from coming right away.
So, after that first fucking, they hadn't really been with each other. They continued to work on that show, and when he had been taken out to Hollywood and made it big starring in his first film, she had been quite happy.
But then, when she had seen the way they were playing him up as a real lover's man, taking photos of him escorting this starlet and that starlet to one opening after another, she had always known better than to believe it.
She had always thought that it was a typical Hollywood hype job, because she had been to bed with him, and she knew hat he was a fair fuck.
In fact, fair was being nice to him, she had always reasoned. When she thought about all the people whom she had fucked, he seemed like he was one of the worst. Of course, she remembered that he had been into bondage, and she hadn't been, and she always thought that had something to do with it.
Maybe, she had reasoned, if I let myself get tied, he would have fucked me the way that he likes to fuck girls.
Anyway, she didn't know if he was fucking all of those starlets out in Hollywood. They wouldn't say anything like that in the papers, although there were many innuendoes which would make you assume that was what he was doing.
It had been years since she had seen him, and she remembered that she was rather shocked when she walked into the rehearsal of the current play, only to learn that Philip Lang was playing the lead.
"Why?" she had asked the director. "He's a big name. He could do anything that he wants. Why off-Broadway?"
"Because he knows that's where he'll really get a chance to show how good he is again. Look at it this way. The man was a hit in one off-Broadway show, and immediately he became a Hollywood sensation. But think about all his films there."
"One of his films is really all of his films," she had said, smiling.
"That's it. They cast him in one role, and that's all they're letting him do. It's reached the point now where people think he's a sucky actor, since he's been in six pictures and played the same kind of part in all of them. He knows that he can afford to work for off-Broadway scale, because of the millions he made out West, and he also knows that he'll really get a chance to show his talent."
"And you know that you'll get a chance to move this thing to Broadway if it turns out to be a hit with him in it."
"Ain't that the truth," the director had said to her, and they had both had a good laugh over that.
It was while they had been laughing that Philip Lang had walked over to find out what the joke was all about.
And it was then that he and Susan had seen each other for the first time in years.
Susan was sure that he had to remember their one time in bed together, although, he didn't remember it right away. At first, he had just looked at her, as if he was trying to wonder where he knew her from.
She had reminded him in a second, that she had been stage manager back then.
And then, she was positive that he had remembered, for he had seemed rather uncomfortable with her for a while, to the point where the director even said something to Susan on the third day of rehearsals.
"Are you and Philip having a thing?" he asked her. "I don't really think he likes you very much, and you know that can lead to trouble."
He didn't have to tell her what kind of trouble. Philip had his name over this play, and if he didn't like her, she would have to leave, because there was no way that a star would leave a show because he didn't get along with the prop mistress. It was easy to find another one.
"We're not having a thing," she said to the director.
"Well maybe you should, because I have a feeling he's going to come to me one day and ask that you be fired."
The idea of it had pissed her off, but she had been working in the theater long enough to know that it was possible. But this job was one of the best she had had, because the hours were short, but better than that, the theater was located so close to where she and Alan lived, which was the first time it ever happened like that.
It was a five minute walk from the apartment, she knew.
So that same afternoon when she and the director had talked, she had gone back to see him in his dressing room.
She had knocked on the door and he had told her to enter, without even knowing who was there. He was sitting in front of his mirror, stark naked.
Susan remembered that he had a habit of sitting in his dressing room naked, and that he even gave interviews in the buff.
She had had a good look at his body, and, if anything, he had looked even better. His chest was much more muscular, and she knew that was because of all the physically exhausting work he did out in Hollywood.
His cock had looked sensational, too, she remembered, even though it was sitting limp between his legs.
"You," he said to her, and she smiled at him, pleasantly.
"Yes, it's me. Do you remember me from years back?"
"Yes. I didn't recognize you right away, but it took some time."
"Is that why you're really bothered about me being here?" she asked.
"Does it show? I mean, I've been trying to hide the fact that I am."
"Not too well. Don talked with me, and he said he thinks you're going to want to get me fired. Is it that bad a memory?"
She had never really talked to him about what they had done, and how their one time in bed together had been a real down for her. She had assumed tha it had been a real down for him, too, and from the look on his face, she knew she was right.
"I just don't want you telling people things," he said to her.
"Come on. I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell. Besides, I know that you were into one thing, and I wasn't. That was the only reason it didn't work out. I know that if I had let you tie me, it would have worked out."
"You think so?" he had asked her then, and he had had a nice smile on his face.
"Yes, of course. Different strokes for different folks."
"Well, what do you say? How about it now?"
She had looked down between his legs then, and she had seen the way his cock was suddenly hard as a rock. She knew that it hadn't happened so suddenly, but she hadn't been watching him to see when it did change.
She knew that it had to be because he was thinking about getting her again.
After all, when she remembered their one time in bed, she remembered that the thing that just hadn't worked for them was the bondage.
Up until the point where he had tried to tie her up, things had been going too well. They had both seemed to be so hot over each other, but then, when he learned hat she didn't want to be bound, that was it.
The atmosphere had been broken, and there was no way she could get back into it, and certainly no way that he could, either.
"I'm married now," she said to him in his dressing room a few days ago. "I think that I might really want to make it with you, but I love my husband."
The part about making it with him had been a lie, since she knew that she didn't want to make it with someone who would tie her. The part about loving her husband had been the truth, though, and he had laughed.
"Love your husband? Well, you don't meet many faithful wives who would turn down Philip Lang."
"I know, but what can I tell you?" she had asked him.
"Well, you know something, Susan, I think that now we're going to get along fine. I must admit that I thought you were a threat to me, and I was really thinking of having you fired. After all, I need to concentrate on this play."
"But not now? You won't have me fired now, will you?"
"No," he said to her, and he had smiled at her.
When he had stood up to let her out of the dressing room, she had noticed the way his hard dick stood straight out, and bobbed up and down as he opened he door.
She had leaned over and had kissed him on the cheek.
"If there's anything I can do for you, just let me know," she had said.
She hadn't really thought that he would take her up on it.
After all, he was rich and famous now, and she didn't think that there was anything she could do for him that he couldn't just do for himself. There was nothing that she could buy for him that he could go out and buy for himself, and chances were good that he could spend more money on anything that he wanted, too.
She had noticed the way he seemed to be having a good rapport with Mary Ryan, one of the actresses in the play.
As far as Susan had been concerned, Mary had to be a good fuck.
For Susan thought that the girl's talent was minimal, and the only way she was sure Mary could have gotten her part was to have fucked Don, the director. Of course, she never said anything about it to anyone, for she had learned how to keep her mouth shut and just do her job.
She didn't really know how Philip had known about where she lived.
But then again, there had been that afternoon when a lot of them had been going out for lunch, and he had asked her. She had said that she had to go home and do something, and when he had gotten back to the theater after lunch, she had already been back. Of course, that could have let him assume she lived nearby.
For a few days ago, he had called her into his dressing room.
For some reason, Susan was sure he was going to fire her, even though they already had had their talk a few days before that.
He was naked, as usual, but not hard. He just smiled at her, and then he asked her where she lived.
When she told him, he had smiled even more. Then, of course, he wanted to know why.
"Well, I don't want the cast to know about me and Mary."
"I think that they already see something happening," she told him.
"Fine. Let them see something happening, but I don't want them to know just what it is that's happening. I want no talk from anyone."
"Well, what do you want from me?" she had asked him.
"I want to use your apartment, Susan. You live so close, and I'd love to take Mary there one afternoon and fuck her. You know what I'm into, and I think it could get a little too noisy in my dressing room."
Susan had smiled then. She had been thinking about what it would be like to hear the sound of whipping from outside of his dressing room, followed by the sound of Mary Ryan's moaning, and she had loved the idea of it.
"I really don't know," she had said to him. "My husband is home some afternoons and I don't think he would like it."
"Who gives a fuck about him? I wouldn't like it. I don't want anyone to know that I'm going to your place, not even him. I just want you, Mary and me to know, and that's all. I really have a reputation to think about now. And you have a job."
It was a subtle way of telling her that she either let him use the place, or he was going to see to it that she was fired.
So, of course, she had to let him use the place. They had arranged to use it two days ago, and she had gone with them.
She had thought that she would eat her lunch while they used the bedroom.
"I wouldn't mind if you watched though," Philip told her. "In fact, I hink that I could get off on it. You know what exhibitionists us actors are."
And so, she had watched it all.
As she sat in the theater now watching them rehearse, she couldn't stop thinking about how Philip had fucked Mary.
First, they had started to kiss, and she, Susan, had been standing by the bedroom door watching it all. Then, Philip had placed his hands on Mary's shoulders and he had forced her down on her knees.
"Open my zipper with your teeth," he had said, but when she tried to use her hands, he had grabbed them and he had slapped her.
Susan would never forget the gasp that she heard from the girl. It was enough to let her know that Mary was very much turned on.
He started to tie her hands together behind her back, with some piece of rope that he had brought with him, and then, he had commanded her to open his zipper with her teeth once more, which she started to do.
He had pulled his cock out of his pants, and he had moved it toward her mouth.
As Mary had opened her mouth to take him in, Philip had rammed his cock between her lips good and hard, so that Susan heard the slapping sound of his groin hitting her nose and chin. Mary had moaned again.
Then, Philip had started to fuck her face, nice and hard.
As he had been doing it, he had started to undress himself, too. Susan loved the way his strong chest looked, even more than she had loved it in his dressing room. There was something, she imagined, about the glow of sex, for he was looking hotter while he was turned on and fucking Mary's mouth.
In fact, it was almost as if he knew that Susan had been turned on, for he had looked over at her and winked.
"Sure you won't join us?" he had asked, between short breaths. .
She had shook her head no. She didn't want to join them.
She saw the way he started to thrust his cock faster as he was opening his pants, and soon, they had slid down around his legs.
Susan had loved he look of his ass as he thrust back and forth, and then, he had started to moan louder and louder.
"Yeah, take my come, bitch," he had said, and Susan knew that he had to be coming in Mary's mouth, for he had said so himself.
Mary was obviously not able to swallow all the come, for a few drops of the white cream slid out of the side of her mouth. Susan remembered thinking that she would like to lick that come away, for come was come, and she loved the taste.
But she knew if she got involved even a little, she would go all the way.
At the time, too, she was thinking that she didn't want to be tied anyway, and that was how Philip loved it.
Philip had kept his cock in Mary's mouth for a few minutes, and then he had pulled himself all the way out. He had still been hard.
He had slid his hands under the girl's armpits, and he had lifted her to her feet. Then, he had pushed her back on the bed, and he started to strip her.
When it came time to take off her blouse, he couldn't, because of the way he had already tied her hands, so he untied her, then took off the blouse, and then tied her two hands to the bedposts of the bed.
Then, he slid her pants and panties off.
She had a beautiful looking cunt, Susan remembered thinking, and she had seen quite a number of hot pussies in her day, because whenever she would go visit Alan where he worked, there were always a number on display.
She had watched the way that Philip had taunted the young girl at first.
He had moved his cock to her cunt, as if he was about to enter her, and then, when her cunt lips would start to wrap around his shaft, he would pull back. Soon, Mary had been begging him to fuck her.
And Susan had loved it when he did enter her. She had only seen people fucking in films, and had never seen it happening in front of her.
Because both of the people involved were quite attractive, she was getting off as they were both getting hotter and hotter. She remembered the way that Philip had looked over at her many times, just to see if she wanted to join.
But she kept shaking her head no. She preferred to watch.
When Philip raised her legs up a little more, so that he had to raise his body up more, too, Susan could see the way his balls were swinging back and forth between his legs, and she loved the way that it looked.
However, when he started to physically and verbally abuse the girl, she did have some doubts in her mind. She thought that there was something strange about a man who had to get off that way, and something even stranger about the girl who would let him abuse her in such a way.
Still, she knew what sexual heat was all about, and if they were both turned on, then there couldn't be anything wrong with it.
She thought that there was only something wrong when one partner didn't like what was happening, but they didn't care.
Had she let Philip tie her up years back, that would have been the case. She would have been doing it only because he wanted to, but she had no desire for it.
There was that one point when she had heard him moaning loud, and then he had thrust deep into Mary's cunt, and had held himself.
She had been sure that he was coming, just because of the way his ass cheeks seemed to spasm. She knew how tense a man was when he was coming in a woman, and Philip had had that kind of tenseness to his body.
Then, after a while, he had started to thrust in and out of her again, and Susan had started to get off on it once more.
She had noticed the scent of sex in the room, and had inhaled deeply. She had always been turned on by the sent of sex, and that time was no different. She had felt the way her cunt was getting wetter.
It hadn't taken him as long to come the second time, but she was sure that he was well aware of the time.
They had to be back at the theater very soon, and Philip wanted to make sure that he wasn't late, because if he was, they would all notice who else was late, and that was the way rumors got started.
So he had thrust fast, and Susan had heard him moaning again, and she was sure that he was having his second orgasm, although, she didn't know if he had come the first time when he had been in her cunt.
He could have just slowed down to keep from coming that time.
After he had pulled out and had gone to the bathroom, she had untied the girl, and that , was when they had talked.
Now, as she sat watching them on stage, she felt how hot she was getting.
She remembered that after they had gone back to rehearsal the afternoon when he had used her apartment, she had been super horny. She had asked Don if she could go out for a couple of minutes, to get something to drink, but she was really running off to the bathroom to masturbate.
It was the only way she knew she would be able to concentrate.
So she had closed the stall door, stripped off her pants and panties, and she had started to play with her pussy.
Susan remembered the way she had been thinking about fucking Philip, but she had been thinking about it with a difference. In her fantasy, she was not bound, and she was able to run her hands down his hot body, and over his buttocks, which she had been watching while he had been fucking Mary.
She imagined that she was cupping and massaging his hot ass cheeks as he was moving his thick cock in and out of her cunt, pressing his hairy chest against her nipples at the same time, and sure enough, soon, she had come hard.
She had cleaned herself up, and she had gone back to the rehearsal.
Now, as she watched him on stage, she was starting to get turned on again.
She kept thinking about something. She thought about the way that Alan had tied her up the night before, and even though she had not liked it, she had been able to get herself turned on, so that she felt really hot.
She wondered if she could do it again.
After all, if she could get hot being tied up, then she knew that Philip could get hot fucking her, and she imagined that it would be a fuck she'd never forget.
Also, he was a star. That made a big difference.
She kept thinking about how one day, she would be able to tell her grandchildren that she and Philip Lang had had a thing. Then, she laughed. She wondered if Philip's name would still be as popular with her grandchildren.
"Susan, is there anything wrong?" she heard Don ask her then.
"What? Oh, no. Why do you ask?"
"Because we're at the most serious part of the play, and you're sitting here laughing. How do you expect the actors to get into it when you laugh?"
"Shit, Don, I'm sorry," she said to him. "I really am. I swear, that I had no idea. My mind was wandering."
And then, she looked up at Philip, whose monologue she had interrupted. He was looking at her, almost as if he knew where her mind had been wandering off to.
CHAPTER FOUR
She knew that she had to go apologize to him later, so she waited until they were on their lunch break, and she knocked on his dressing room door.
"Enter," he said to her, and she did, talking at the same time.
"Philip, I just want you to know that I wasn't laughing at you when you were on the stage, because I feel bad that.. . "
She stopped talking as soon as she was inside.
She couldn't believe that he had asked her to enter, for he was standing up in his dressing room, naked, and Mary was on her knees.
He had tied her hands behind her back, and he was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth, nice and hard.
Susan could hear the same kind of slapping sound that she had heard when he had been fucking her face back in her apartment.
She had never expected him to be doing this in his dressing room. After all, the idea of using her apartment had been so no one would hear, and now, he was doing pretty much of the same thing in his dressing room.
Susan kept thinking that if he had done it there the first time, Alan never would have seen the come stains, and he never would have tied her up.
He started to lick his lips then, and he seemed to know how much he was turning her on. He was, too, for Susan could feel the way her cunt was getting wetter.
"Come here," he said to her, and he still thrust in and out of Mary's mouth, although he paid very little attention to her.
As soon as he could, he grabbed Susan by the arm, and he pulled her closer. He moved his lips to hers, and she felt his tongue pressing into her mouth, she thought that she was going to faint.
It was one of the hottest kisses she could ever imagine. He started to thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth faster.
Then, she felt one hand on her tit. He was massaging it through her blouse, and she could feel her nipple getting stiffer.
He felt it, too, since she was wearing no bra, and even if she had been, he would have known that she was getting turned on, because of the way that she was moaning.
"Mmmmm, Susan, you taste good," he said, and just then, Mary pulled her head away from his cock and looked up at them.
"What the fuck is going on, Philip? I thought that you wanted me."
"Shut up and keep sucking," he said, and he moved his hand behind her head and rammed his cock back into her mouth.
He could tell that Mary wasn't into it now, because she was feeling left out, but he really didn't give a shit.
He kept ramming his cock in and out of her mouth anyway, and since her hands were bound behind her back, she could do nothing.
Meanwhile, he was starting to open Susan's blouse buttons.
As he did, Susan loved the way his flesh felt against hers. His fingers were so soft, and when he had her blouse open all the way, he moved his lips down to one nipple and started to suck on it gently.
She felt his tongue flicking back and forth over the tip of it.
She felt the way it stiffened even more, and she moaned softly.
"I knew that you would like it," he told her, and he exhaled, so that his warm breath was blowing over her nipple.
She felt the way he started to slide her shirt down over her shoulders, and when she felt it falling to the floor, she moved her arms behind her back.
In many ways, he seemed to like it, although he had no idea of why she was doing it, but would find out shortly.
He thought she was trying to act like she was bound, even though he remembered how many times she had told him she hated being bound.
He started to fuck Mary's face harder, and within a few more seconds, he could feel the way his cock was throbbing.
He started to shoot his load into her mouth while he started to kiss Susan on the lips again. That time, he wrapped his arms around Susan tight, so that her tits were pressing against his hairy chest.
Susan was so turned on then, that she wrapped her arms around his neck.
However, she had had her eyes closed, but he had not, and when he saw it on her wrists, he couldn't believe it.
He said nothing right away. Instead, he just kept thrusting in and out of Mary's mouth, because it was feeling so good, and he didn't want to detract from the pleasure.
He didn't even say anything after he had finished coming, because of the after orgasm pleasure that he could still feel. Plus, he wanted to see if Mary would be able to keep his cock hard in her mouth, because he had every intention of using it on Susan within the next few minutes.
Then, when he knew that his cock would stay hard, he pulled it out of the redhead's mouth, and broke his embrace with Susan.
Both of them looked at him. It was almost as if they both knew that he had room only for one, and wanted to know which one he would chose.
He leaned down and placed his hands under Mary's armpits, then lifted her to her feet. As he did, he kissed her gently on he lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. But he didn't put any passion behind it. It was more or less a mechanical move..
As he pulled his mouth back, he slapped her playfully on the ass.
"Get dressed and I'll see you on stage soon, kid," he said.
"What? Philip, what're you talking about? I came here for a hot time."
"If you can't get hot sucking my dick, then that's too bad, baby. I'm really not in the mood for fucking now."
He looked at Susan, and could see an expression of disappointment on her face. At least that was the way he wanted to interpret it.
"I have to talk with Susan about some more props," he said then, and Mary smiled.
"All right. Just as long as you two don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
"Don't worry," he said, as she slipped into her clothing.
There were a few moments of silence as she dressed, and then, as soon as she had left the room, Susan sat down.
"Now, what kind of props were you wanting to talk to me about?" she asked.
"About whips and ropes, and those burns on your wrists," he said.
She had purposely worn pants and a long sleeved blouse that day, and when she heard him talking about the burns, she pulled the blouse sleeves down lower.
It was too late to cover up, though. He had already seen them, and he knew what she was trying to do by pulling her sleeves down.
He grabbed her arms and pushed them back up. The rope burns were quite evident. There were red marks that went all the way around her wrists, and when he moved his hand there, and touched them, she moaned softly.
"I thought you weren't into something like that," he said to her.
"I thought that I wasn't into it, too."
She could see the way his cock had stayed stiff, and she saw the way it was bobbing up and down then, almost in anticipation. There was a thick drop of come at the head, so she knew that he really had to be aroused. After all, he knew that Mary had sucked his other load all out, so this pre-come drop was from another stage of arousal.
"What happened to you then?" he asked her. "I remember years back. That was what made it so . . . ,well, I don't even know how to describe it."
"Dull," she said to him, and they both laughed.
"I guess you could say that. When I first started with you, it was hot, but once you let me know that you didn't like to be tied up, there was nothing that I could do to keep myself turned on."
"As I remember, you had no trouble getting this dick to stay up."
"No, that's true," he told her, and he looked down at his cock with pride. "I know that's very true, but that still doesn't mean I was turned on. Once my dick is hard, it'll stay that way until it shoots, but it doesn't mean that I have to be turned on to get it to shoot off."
"Bullshit. I'd like to see you come without being turned on."
He laughed, and then told her what he thought she was thinking. He thought that she wanted to get him turned on so that he would come and not fuck her.
"You must realize how much I want you again," he said to her.
"You stars and your egos," she told him. "All you want to do is fuck me so that you'll have another conquest. I know the way the male mind works."
"And how does your husband's mind work?" he asked.
She was stunned, and she took a step back. For a few seconds, she was sure that he knew all about Alan, but then, he explained.
"I just mean this. Yesterday you told me that you weren't into getting tied and that you loved your husband. Today, I see that someone had to have tied you. Let me see what's happening down here?"
Before she could stop him, he had moved his hands down to her pants. He had just grabbed some of the material and pulled them up over her ankles, so that he could see the red leather rope bums there, too.
"What's happening with you and your husband?" he asked her, smiling. "He seems to like tying you up, or else, you lied to me and someone else has been doing it. In that case, I don't like you very much, because you know how much I wanted you."
"It was my husband," she said, and she was biting her lower lip in the hopes of trying to choke back her tears.
Philip leaned back against his dressing room table, and Susan loved the way his cock just kept sticking out. As he saw the way she was looking at it, he moved his hand down and started to jerk his shaft. He had done that just to make sure she was watching, and as he massaged himself, he was quite positive.
"What happened with your husband?" he asked her, and Susan started to tell him.
She told him all about how her husband had thought she'd cheated on him, and how he had wanted to get his revenge on her.
He had just sprung it on her, and before she could do anything, she was already bound. Once that happened, there was nothing more she could do but take what he had to dish out to her.
"Did you cheat on him?" was what Philip asked next.
"No, it was you. It was you, Philip. You're the one he suspects."
"What?"
"I didn't mean it like that. When you and Mary used my bed, you left a lot of stains there and Alan saw them. He thought that I had been in bed with someone."
Suddenly, Philip pulled his hand back and slapped her hard across the face. She felt the sting, and sensed the anger behind the slap, but there was still a nice feeling that went along with it too.
Susan had even noticed it the night before. Even though she had not liked the idea of being bound, there was a difference between not liking the idea of something and actually feeling something. There had been pleasure at many points when Alan had been abusing her the night before, and she had' hid some of her feelings, but at other times, her passions had been so great, that she couldn't hide the feelings.
She was mad at Philip for slapping her though, and she raised a hand to hit him back.
He held up his hand to stop her, and she burst into tears.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me?" she said to him.
"Because you told your husband that it was me in your bed."
"I swear to you that I didn't," she said to him. "That was why he tied me. He wanted to find out who was there, but I wouldn't tell him. I had made you a promise, Philip, and I plan on keeping it."
"You mean that he has no idea that I used your apartment?"
"No. None whatsoever," she said, and suddenly, his whole mood changed.
He pulled her closer to him, and planted his lips on hers. He kissed her hard, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
Susan wished that she was naked, so that she could feel his naked flesh rubbing against hers, and it was almost as if he could read her mind. For within a few more minutes, he was pulling her blouse all the way off.
He had opened it partially before, but he hadn't pulled it off her shoulders, and while she had been talking to him, she had even started to button it up again, because she felt strange, were anyone to walk in and see her.
But he opened it again, fast, and then he threw it on the floor. Nest, he started to open her pants and she let him slide then down.
Then, he moved his hand to her pussy and started to finger her. She loved the way his fingers danced lightly over her cunt lips, and she could feel the way they were getting wetter and wetter by the second.
He started to finger her clit, and she moaned softly.
Then, he started to sink to his knees in front of her, and he moved his mouth right to her cunt. Susan loved the way it felt when he thrust his tongue into her and started to wiggle her clit back and forth, fast. She thought that her knees were going to give out on her, because of the raise; passion running through her.
She moved her hands to his shoulders for support, and he started to suck on her cunt even harder. Within a few more minutes, she was getting into a nice thrusting rate, pressing her cunt backk and forth against his face.
Then, as he started to lick his way up her body, running his tongue up her flat white belly, toward her breasts, she closed her eyes.
Philip knew that it was the moment to make his move.
He reached for his belt, which was on the floor. Before she had come into the dressing room, he had been whipping Mary's back lightly, to keep her turned on.
Now that Susan had her eyes closed, and even more so, now that he knew she had gotten into it once, he knew that he could do it to her.
Before she even knew what was happening, he had turned her around, and had pulled both of her hands behind her back. He started to bind her wrists together with the leather belt, and as soon as she felt it, something strange happened.
She just got right into it. She thought about how totally submissive she had been the night before, only because once she was tied, there was no other way to be.
She thought about how hot it had been when her husband had been doing the right things to turn her on. When he had been fucking her in certain ways, she had been coming in all directions, and loving it.
There had been moments of pain, but overall, she recalled liking it. Of course, she had thought about it a lot that morning, and she had decided one thing.
She could never let Alan know how much she liked it, because if she did, she was sure that he would be doing it to her all the time. That idea didn't even seem as bad as it once might have, but she didn't want to risk it.
She knew what a tender lover Philip could be, however, since she had made love to him once before, ,and had seen him with Mary a few days back.
So as she felt herself being bound, and started to get that totally submissive feeling running through her, she started to moan.
Philip had her tied tight with the belt, and he reached for another one. He lashed it lightly at her smooth white buttocks, and she moaned with pleasure.
Then, he turned her back around, and smiled at her. He whipped her tits lightly with the leather belt, and his aim was perfect. The leather hit her right on her nipples, and she moaned softly.
Since her nipples were both hard as rock, they were quite sensitive to touch.
Philip started to push her down on her knees, in front of him.
"I'm going to fuck you this time," he said to her. "I want you to know that. But I'd like to try and remember what a hot mouth you had, so you suck my dick now, you hot bitch. You suck my dick for me."
And basically, that was what he let her do. She had thought, when she first felt him pushing her down, that he would fuck her face. After all, were he to start doing that, she couldn't do anything to stop him. And she had seen him fucking Mary's face on more than one occasion, now.
But he didn't do that with her. He stood in front of her, and the thick head of his cock was inches from her lips. He made no move to bring it closer to her, but waited for her to stick her tongue out.
Then, he started to press his cock toward her mouth, and when she had the head in between her lips, she expected him to drive it into her throat.
He didn't do that either, and that surprised her as well. Instead, he started to move his cock slowly in and out of her mouth, and when he had it in so that the thick head of it was near her throat, he used no force.
She thought that was so nice of him, and she waited a second, then inhaled, then moved her mouth all the way down.
She felt the cock head in her throat, and felt her nose being pressed against his pubic patch. His low hanging balls were also pressed against her chin, and she was moaning louder and louder around his dick.
He started to play with her nipples then.
He plucked at them gently until he made sure that they were throbbing and stiff, and then he started to twist them around. She could feel the pleasure surging through her, and moaned louder and louder as it was happening. Her throat spasmed around his cock a little bit, too.
She couldn't get over the way her nipples were feeling.
She knew that it was because they were stiff, that she was able to feel a throbbing pleasure, even when he was twisting them.
Susan started to move her mouth back a little bit, and Philip didn't mind.
He loved the way that the was using her tongue, and he was planning on telling her how much he loved it, later on. But he knew that you didn't do something like that in the middle of a bondage scene. It would be like taking away from some of the power that the master displays over his victim.
He felt the way his cock was starting to pulsate harder in her mouth, but he knew that he didn't want to come there.
So he pulled back, and she let out a moan of disgust.
It was met with a harsh slap across the face, as if he wanted to let her know that she had no right doing something like that.
She looked so hot down on her knees, but he moved his hands under her arms and pulled her up into a standing position.
He threw her over the dressing table chair, so that her tits were almost hanging down and touching the seat. Her ass was nice and exposed, and Susan could feel the cool breeze blowing over her buttocks, long before he started to hit them. When he did, she felt the hard stinging slaps, but there was pleasure, too.
He started to whack her ass harder and harder, and then, she felt the way his hard warm cock was touching her buttocks.
She could really feel a heat emanating from his dick, and when he moved it between her legs, closer to her pussy, she started to moan even louder.
Philip rammed his dick into her cunt, nice and hard, so that his groin slapped against her ass as he first entered her. She started to moan, even more, when he moved his fingers around and started to massage her clit.
"You think I wouldn't know that my dick doesn't make contact with your clit from this kind of position?" he asked her, and she had been thinking that very same thought, until, he had moved his fingers.
His fast fingers worked her hard clit over well, wiggling it back and forth, and when he could catch it between his fingers, he would pinch it, too. Her cunt was so wet, though, and her clit was so slippery, that he had a lot of trouble grasping it at time, and his fingers would be sliding all over her cunt walls.
Still, the actual physical contact to her clit was enough to keep her turned on.
Philip wanted to see just how much, so he stopped thrusting at one point. It was a kind of test, and it proved his point.
For when he stopped moving, she started to thrust back and forth like a mad woman, who wanted to keep the cock moving in her cunt. She rammed herself back hard, so that her buttocks kept slapping against his dick.
He was loving it. It was almost as good as having a woman on top of him, riding his cock up and down, because all he had to do was remain stationary, and the pleasures would flow through his body because of the cunt movement around his dick.
"Yes, keep thrusting, you hot bitch," he moaned, and he slapped her ass again and pinched her hard clit at the same time.
The whole dressing room reeked of sex then, and when they heard a knock on the door, they both stopped moving.
He slid his hand over her mouth, because she was having a lot of trouble catching her breath, and he managed to yell out.
"Yes. Who is it? What do you want out there?"
"It's me, Don," the director said. "We're all waiting for you."
"Shit, Don, I'm right in the middle of something. I mean, someone. Just give me a few more minutes, all right?"
"Shit, Philip, you know I hate when this happens. You know that . . . "
"Look, man, don't hassle me. You know that you got the money to do this show on my name, and if I quit, your up shit's creek. I just need a few more minutes. Work around me. Do that five minute bit when I'm not on stage. Go over it with the others."
"All right, whatever you say," the director said to him.
Susan, couldn't have been happier. The fact that he had wanted to keep fucking her, rather than going back to rehearsal, meant a lot to her. She knew what a skilled actor he was, and how seriously he took his work. But obviously, he was taking her a hell of a lot more seriously than his work, and she loved it.
She started to move again as she felt him slap her ass and give her the go ahead, and soon, the cock-cunt contact was working for both of them again.
Susan felt the sweat pouring off her ass, and at time, she could feel the way he was rubbing it right back into her flesh.
Then, he started to move his fingers toward her asshole. She could feel him rubbing his fingers all over her buttocks, and he started to get them all wet, so that when he moved them to her asshole, he could slide them in easily.
He didn't just start with one finger. Instead, he started to work in two at a time, and when her asshole had loosened up enough so that she could take in a third, he slid another finger into her.
She could feel her whole body loosening up more, even though his fingers were not long enough to touch her tender sphincter muscle. Still and all, it was one of the greatest fucks that she could remember.
She started to come so hard around his cock, that she felt him slow down, and knew that if he had kept thrusting, he probably would have come. She loved it even more because they had already been going at it for a couple of minutes, and had he wanted to come, he would have had every right to do so.
By slowing down, of course, he just prolonged the pleasures for both of them, and soon, she was having another orgasm.
That time, Philip started to fuck her faster and harder. He could feel how nice her cunt was around his cock, spasming, and giving his boner a nice massage, and he did think he shouldn't keep the director waiting too long.
He started to play with her clit even more as he felt his cock pulsing, and then, he leaned forward and started to lick her neck.
Susan was sure that he remembered what a sensitive neck she had, but he was just doing it because her sweat tasted good.
He moaned that he was starting to come, just as he shot the first load into her. Susan moaned louder, because she could feel his juices pouring into her, and although her cunt had been nice and hot to begin with, she felt even hotter because of the heat from his warm come.
He kept thrusting as he was coming, and she could feel herself being filled even more. She loved it, at one point, when he thrust in deep and held himself there, grinding himself against her buttocks. She felt how wet his pubic patch was, or at least she thought that it was wet.
When it came right down to it, she thought, the wetness could have easily come from her ass first, and it could have rubbed off onto his pubic patch.
She was glad that she was leaning over the chair, because she knew that her knees were buckling, and there was no sense in trying to fight it. Any attempt that would be made to fight the oncoming sexual orgasms would have just detracted from their power, she knew, and she wanted hers to be as high as possible.
His hairy chest rubbed all over her back, too, and although she wasn't sure, she thought that she could feel his nipples throbbing against her flesh.
"Oh shit, that was sensational," he was moaning, and he kept licking her neck, which kept her very much turned on.
Then, he pulled himself back, and rubbed his dick over her buttocks.
He started to untie her arms then, and when she turned around, she moved her hands to his neck, pulled him closer, then kissed him hard on the lips.
"That was one of the most sensational fucks of my life."
"I hope so," he told her. "If this play is a hit, you and I will be working with each other for many weeks. I hope that we can get it on more."
She said nothing, and his look was a puzzled one. He was trying to figure out what was going on in her head, but later, she told him that she would have to think about it.
And that was just what she did, all day, and for many days to come.
The thing was this. Once, she had hated the idea of being tied up, but then, all of a sudden, Alan had sprung it on her. She had made him think that she hated it, and she didn't really want him to think anything else.
After all, were he to imagine that she loved it, he might want to do it to her all the time, and she didn't know if she wanted that.
Philip seemed to be a safe bet. She thought it could be fun having him as a lover, so that he would be the only one to tie her.
But she knew something else. She only liked Philip sexually, whereas with Alan, it was really a case of true love.
She knew that she would feel guilty cheating on her husband, but then again, it seemed to be the best thing to do. And when she thought about the way he had punished her for cheating, before she had even cheated, that was the deciding factor.
Philip would be her bondage lover; Alan would be her loving husband.
She really didn't know if it would be proper for her to do something like that, but she didn't seem to care much, either.
That was the way it had to be. After all, Philip had what it took to turn her on, but Alan was the man whom she loved.
CHAPTER FIVE
She was sleeping when the man broke into room, and she had been so downed out, that she really didn't even hear him.
Selena didn't feel it, either, when the man started to tie her hands together, and then pull them up over her head, and tie the other end to the bedposts. Nor did she feel it when he took out his knife and started to tear through the thin nightie that she had been wearing.
He ripped the entire thing off, then looked down at her naked hot flesh.
Her tits, he thought, looked as good as he remembered, and there was something still so fascinating about her pussy.
He wanted her to know that he was there, and so, he walked to the bathroom, filled a glass of water, and went back into the bedroom. He poured it onto her face, and only then did she started to come around.
Att first, she fluttered her eyes open and closed, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. He had turned on a small lamp by her bed, so that there was a great deal of light in the room to see by.
When she saw him, she gasped, then tried to pull her hands free.
"Ricky, what the fuck are you doing here?" she screamed, and then, she felt him slapping her hard across the face, a number of times, as if he was not content with just one firm slap to her cheek.
"I told you that I would find you, bitch," he said to her, and he held the knife to her throat, and started to press it.
She could feel the cold blade against her throat, and she was sure that was it. Her whole life started to pass before her.
She remembered her times at home, and how much she had hated it. She had had two older brothers who were always after her, because even back then, she had been a hot blonde. Until the day her mother died, the woman would protect her, but after that, there was no one to protect her.
The first night after her mother had been dead, Selena's brothers had taken her. They didn't even have to tie her or anything.
Two strong boys against one girl was not a fair fight, and they knew it. "All they had to do was smack her around a few times.
She had been sixteen at the time, and a virgin. Lyle, the older boy, had gotten himself nice and hard, and he had rammed his cock into her cunt with a full force. Pete had been holding her legs wide apart, because she had been struggling to close them.
More than anything else, she had wanted to keep her virginity, although at the time, she had no idea why.
Of course, had it saved her from the pain of a brutal first fuck, she would have been happy. If she would have been able to keep her virginity, she might not have known the pain of being forced to take in a man, and the blood, too.
For they hadn't really cared much about her. All that they had cared about was getting their rocks off, and when her brother started to pull back a little bit, and saw that there was red blood all over her cunt and his cock, he kept going. It didn't seem to make any difference, so long as he would come.
Luckily for her, he had come fast, otherwise the pain would have lingered.
It was Pete's turn to take her next, and he rammed his cock right in where Lyle's had been, while Lyle moved his bloody dick to her mouth.
"Suck your blood off, and let's see if you can make me come again," he said.
They had punched her a few times to get her to open her mouth and when she did, she didn't even have to think about sucking Ins cock. He was more into fucking her face, and he was slamming his dick in and out of her mouth while he did it. She had felt like her jaw was going to split wide open.
She had hated it all, being fucked by two brothers at the same time, and when Pete had kept fucking her for a long time, the pain had increased. Although he seemed to be concerned with nothing but getting his rocks off, he did slow down when he started to pulse, which kept him from coming right away.
When his pulsations subsided, he started up with her again.
And the pain just surged through her more and more, until she wanted to die.
She felt the knife pressing against her throat even more then, and she thought that her wish, from the age of sixteen, would be coming true, years later.
But then, Ricky pulled the knife away, and she exhaled.
There was a thin line of blood on the knife, so she knew that he had cut into her neck skin, but luckily, he hadn't cut deep enough. Selena knew him well enough to understand that he wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone.
And that was why she was surprised. She remembered the way he had threatened her a few months back, and she hadn't even given two shits about his threats, which of course, only made him more pissed off with her.
"Are you coming back to me?" he asked her then, as he moved his hand to her tit.
She looked down and saw how brown his hand looked against her white tit. He started to press her hard nipple against her flesh, and when she felt it throbbing, it felt pretty nice. Of course, after a few more seconds, it was too confined, and the throbbing sensation was filled with pain, rather than pleasure.
Then, Ricky took the knife and moved it toward her pussy. He started to rub it over her cun lips, and she started to cry.
"Please, Ricky, don't cut me there. I beg you not to cut me there."
"The white bitch is begging this nigger," he laughed, and she knew how much he was getting off on it. "I warned you, baby."
She knew that he had, but she had thought she'd finally gotten away.
As he started to move his fingers down to her cunt, she relaxed a little bit more, because she knew that fingers couldn't hurt her as much as a knife. Even when he started to squeeze her love button hard, something that would probably make most girls writhe with pain, she was more grateful than anything else.
For another image flashed through her mind.
Didi. She remembered the way Ricky once had Didi tied up to a bed, in much the same way that he had her tied. He remembered the way Ricky had used these pins to keep her cunt lips spread wide apart, so that her clit was exposed.
At first, although he had threatened Didi and made her think he would harm her, he had just started to lick her clit. Selena remembered the way she had stood there watching it, and she had thought it looked hot.
Didi, in fact, had been on the bed moaning with pleasure, while Ricky's fast red tongue was flicking her clit faster and faster.
Since she had been standing by the foot of the bed, she had seen it long before he had even started to do anything.
While he had been making Didi writhe, he had been sliding his hand down to his pants, so that he could pull out his knife. Then, at a moment when the young girl must have been in the middle of coming, or so Selena assumed, because of the moaning, Ricky had taken the knife and had slit into her clit.
Didi would have screamed, had Ricky not rammed something into her mouth then to muffle the moans, at he very same second when he slit her clit.
There had been blood all over the place, but Ricky and Selena had not stayed around to see it. He had pulled himself off of the bed, and he had grabbed Selena's hand and the two of them had torn ass out of there.
Selena could never remember running so fast in her life. The next day, she hadn't even bought the papers, because she didn't want to read about the way they would treat another prostitute murder. Usually, the papers played them down.
She was never really sure that Didi had died anyway, but she did never see the girl out on the streets again.
So, for the next few seconds, Selena was relaxed, but she did remember the way that Ricky had turned Didi on, before slicing her clit, just so he could catch her off guard, and she kept thinking he would do the same thing for her.
She closed her eyes again, and thought back. After her brothers had raped her, they had just left her lying on the floor.
She had been in such pain, but they didn't care. She had managed to crawl to the bathroom, start the tub, and slide into the hot water.
As she had been bathing, she had heard them talking about how they were going to be using her as often as they wanted to.
And that was when she had made her decision. She was going to get the fuck out of the house, that night.
She left with all the money that she could find, and even went through their bedrooms and stole their money, figuring that they owed her so much.
All in all, she had five hundred dollars, and so, she came to New York.
Back then, five hundred could keep you going for about a month, if you knew how to spend it right, but she didn't.
She had taken a nice hotel, because she didn't want to stay in some ratty area of town, and she had gone to some nice restaurants because she didn't want to eat the shit food in sleazy New York diners.
Within a week, she had about thirty dollars left, because she had also gone out and bought herself some nice clothing.
Overall, she was desperate. She was looking nice, but had no income, and very little money left. Then, one night, she had been standing on Third Avenue when some man had come over to her, and asked her out for a drink.
She didn't want to tell him that she was not eighteen yet, band she thought that she would get into the bar anyway, which she did. They had a drink, and then the man started to talk with her about price.
That was what confused Selena, but she just played innocent. He offered her fifty, which she thought she was getting for having a drink with him. It was only after he started to take her back to his hotel, that she knew what he wanted.
She remembered the way she had undressed for him, and closed her eyes for him. He had moved, his cock to her mouth, and she had started to suck it, happy that she hadn't eaten anything solid during the last few hours, because, had she had something in her stomach, she was sure that she would have puked.
Luckily, she remembered he didn't want to come in her mouth, because he said something about the girls usually charging extra for two orgasms. She never would have known to do that, and chances were that. What if he had wanted to fuck her face and then her cunt, and come twice, she wouldn't have asked him for more.
But he just got himself hard, and then started to eat her cunt.
She didn't mind the way that felt. It was rather nice, in fact, and it helped her to get wet, so that when he finally slid his cock into her, it was easier for her to take it. She felt some pain when her pussy walls had to spread to take in the thickness of him, but overall, it was nothing like it had been with her brothers.
The man was tender and gentle with her, and he slid his cock in and out of her cunt slowly. She felt her pleasure rising slowly, too, and when she started to come around him, she loved the way it felt.
She hadn't come when her brothers had fucked her, and coming made fucking so much more fun, she was to learn. There was something nice about the feeling of her cunt walls clinging to his cock.
Later on, when she started to come a second time, he started to pulsate hard, and soon, he was shooting his come into her. She had closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt his juices filling her.
After that, she showered and left, fifty dollars richer.
For some reason, and luck might have been it, she started to hang out on Third Avenue again, thinking that she would score once more. After all, that man had just come up to her, but it didn't happen again.
Two days later, after spending many hours on the street, a black man approached her, and that was the first time she had ever met Ricky.
He pretended that he was interested in her, and took her to one of the sleaziest rooms she had ever been in.
He had told her to undress, and when she did, he grabbed her. He started to pull her hands behind her back, and he tied them tightly.
Selena expected him to kill her then. Instead, he had pulled his large black cock out of his pants, and he had started to whip her face with it.
"All right, bitch, what the fuck are you doing on my turf?" he asked.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Don't you bullshit me, you fucking cunt. You're whoring in my area."
"I didn't know that people had areas," she said. "I was just picked up the night before last, and I thought it was a good way to make money."
Ricky was to tell her, many times when they got to know each other, that it was her charm and naivet' that convinced him that she was not lying. She really seemed to be so innocent about things.
He never called himself a pimp, although, when she got into the trade later, that was what she and the girls would refer to him as. Instead, he told her that he watched over the girls, and made sure that nothing happened to them.
"Like a private policeman," he said to her. "Everyone needs protection in this fucked up city."
He had been fingering her pussy at the time, and she had been getting more and more turned on as he had done it. Soon, she had felt the way her cunt was starting to spasm around his fingers, and of course, he had felt it, too.
Then, he had started to eat her, but only made her come once.
When he had slid his black body up on top of hers and entered her, she had tried to concentrate on taking him in without pain. The thing was, his black cock was so fucking thick, that it was hard to handle him.
He knew it, too, and one of the things hat impressed him as the way she did handle him inside of her.
She started to thrust up and down a little bit, to let him know that she was getting off on the feeling of his cock inside of her, which she was. She felt the way the thick flesh brushed over her clit.
Soon, she had been coming hard, and then, she was spasming around him.
Ricky had stayed hard inside of her for a while, and when he had started to come, she had loved the way it felt. She had been moaning loud, and was so turned on, that she hardly even knew he was kissing her mouth at the same time.
At one point in her life, the thought of kissing a black man would have made her sick, but now that she was turned on, it only added to the pleasures.
He had pulled out of her then, and they had talked. First thing he asked her was whether or not she had any protection, and when she said she didn't know what he was talking about, -he had to explain it to her.
As it turned out, she had not been taking the pill or anything, and before he got her started on it, to keep her from getting pregnant, she had to have an -abortion. Whose baby it was, she would never know.
But she had only been with four men up until that point, two were brothers, one was the first trick, and the other was Ricky. One of them had gotten her pregnant, but Ricky saw to it that she wasn't pregnant for long.
Soon, he had her working off of Third Avenue. There were times when she would just be out on the street with other girls, and times when he would bring people to her.
The times when he would bring people to her were the strangest ones.
Most of them were into really weird things. One of them wanted to tie her up and suspend her from the ceiling, then whip her until she bled. She learned how to get off on things like that, or rather, how to fake things like that.
She never really liked it, but if you let the man think that you did, the tips were always that much better, and money was what she was into it for.
She got into women, too, and found that she sometimes even preferred them.
She knew that a woman wouldn't hurt her as much as a man, for there were still some men who would fuck her hard with their cocks, and she would act like she was loving it, while she hated most of what they did.
Only on occasion did she feel a surge from a cock in her cunt.
She had worked for Ricky for many years, and had seen him pulling some good numbers on people. Bad good numbers. Selena then washed away the blood, but no matter what he said, he couldn't change her mind.
"That's it, Ricky, I'm finished with all this shit. I swear to you that I am. I don't want to end up as a dead hooker."
"If you leave me, you will. You've been working for me enough to know tha no bitch walks out on me."
"I can't take it anymore. Can't you understand that?"
"Long as you got a pussy that works, you're gonna take it."
"And what if I don't?" she had asked him, and he had grinned.
"Remember Didi?" was all that he had to say for her to know that she would meet some kind of horrible end, the same way Didi had.
But she had left anyway. She had left him a note telling him that he was running off to Los Angeles to look for work in films, although she had no intentions of leaving the city. It was a big fucking city, and she knew that she could stay without ever running into him again.
She had worked for him for over six years, so she was in her early twenties when she left, and since she had no experience, it was hard to get a job.
That was how she ended up working as a stripper. Her body was still good, and she thought that it was so much better to just show her body, instead of having to let men use it in any way that they wanted to.
When she had first started working for
Jimmy, he had told her that she could make herself a lot of extra money by tricking with some of the men. Most of the girls did that, because after every act, there were usually a few men who wanted each girl.
She hadn't bothered with any of that shit. She had fucked enough for money. It was enough for her to just strip, and she could live on what she made.
Selena had been doing it now for over six months, and she had been sure that she would never see Ricky again, only now, she was scared.
"How did you find me?" she asked, as he kept fingering her cunt.
"It wasn't hard, baby. You leave hooking for stripping, and it's almost in the same neighborhood. I got connections."
"Ricky, please don't hurt me," she said to him. "Don't kill me."
"You left me, bitch," he said to her. "You left me, and I told you a long time ago that no girl walks out on me."
"I'll come back. I swear I will. I'm not just saying that. I'd rather be with you than anyone else. I know that you do some shit, but overall, you always treated me good, and I want that cock of yours in me again, also."
She saw the way he started to open his pants, and kept hoping that he would fuck her again, for she remembered the way he would always praise her. Having been with so many girls, he would tell her, it usually took a lot for him to get turned on. He needed someone really special, and he had said she was one of those special bitches.
As he started to rub his hard cock against her cunt lips, she saw the flashing blade on the bed next to him. She hoped that he wouldn't pull a Didi, meaning, that he wouldn't turn her on and then stab her when she least expected it.
He thrust his cock into her, and she tried not to think about death. After all, that was a turn-off, and she had to be as hot as she could to keep him turned on.
She started to thrust herself up and down to meet him halfway.
She could feel the way her cunt was getting wetter, and she could hear the way that he was breathing heavier and heavier.
His cock was as good as she remembered it being, and she also started to get off on the way that he was keeping her tied.
She had never really gotten into it before, and for a second, she asked herself if she was just doing it to turn herself on more, so that he would be turned on more .and not kill her, or if she really loved being bound.
She didn't really have much time to come to a conclusion.
He started to thrust in and out faster and harder, and she felt his balls whacking her in the thighs. Then, she felt his cock pulsating hard, and within a few more minutes, he was shooting his load into her.
She thought that she felt the blade being pressed into her side, but it turned out to be part of his belt buckle, for he had opened his belt before taking his cock out of his pants. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"You are still hot," he said to her, as he kissed her neck. "I'm gonna let you live, but not long, if you run out on me again."
"I swear that I won't," she said, and already she hated herself for lying.
But at least she had saved herself that time. He started to open the rope around her wrists, and then, he slapped her across the face, hard, once more. She could feel the way her cheek was swelling.
Then, he smiled at her again, and started to laugh.
"That's just to remind you of how much I can hurt you when and if I want to," he said to her. "Just keep it in mind for a long time, bitch, and don't you run out on me no more. No more."
CHAPTER SIX
Cindy was one of the hottest redheads working at the club, and Jimmy was thrusting his hard cock in and out of her hot pussy one morning.
He loved the way she looked as she opened her mouth and started to moan. He moved his hands to her tits and started to pull on her red nipples, as hard as he possibly could. It made no difference, for she could do nothing to stop him.
Her hands were bound behind her back with a thick leather cord, and there was no way that she could pull herself free.
He lifted her up a little bit more, so that he could stand up on his knees, and he loved the view. Her tits were heaving up and down, and her nipples looked nice and red, like they were throbbing a lot, too.
He started to grind himself into her as he felt her coming, because he didn't want to come right away. After all, Alan had come earlier, and he was out there watching the front, so Jimmy knew he had a lot of time. He wanted the fuck pleasures to linger for as long as they possibly could.
He felt the way his cock was pulsating then, and he thought of something that would turn him off. He thought of shit on his cock, after fucking an asshole, and that was enough to make his pulsations subside.
When that happened, he started to thrust again. His chest was dripping with his own pleasure sweat, and Cindy seemed to love the way that looked.
Then, he could hear some noise from outside the door.
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?" Alan was saying.
"I don't want to. You have to believe me. I wish that there was some other way out, but I don't want to leave the city, and if I don't, he'll kill me."
"Who? I don't really get this. You seem to love it here."
"I do. I mean, I did. And I know that I'd rather stay here than have to go out and work for him again. But I've seen him. He will kill me. I've seen him beat the shit out of others. I know that he'll do it."
"Maybe there's something we can do. Let me talk with Jimmy. Come in."
Jimmy knew that Alan was going to open the door, and he knew that he hadn't locked it either, only because he hadn't had enough time. He started to fuck Cindy even faster in the hopes that he would come before the door opened.
After all, he had heard enough to know that something was wrong, and a problem was going to take away from his sexual pleasure. There was no way that it wouldn't.
But he didn't have time. The door opened, and there was Alan and Selena, the hottest blonde who was working in their club.
Neither one of them seemed surprised to see him fucking Cindy.
Selena wasn't surprised at all, since she knew what a stud Jimmy was. Although Alan was different, Jimmy was the one owner who liked to get to know his girls better, meaning, he liked to know them inside and out.
There was probably not a girl at the club now who he hadn't fucked, and if there was, he would get her within a week, or else she wouldn't be working there anymore. Selena started to smile when she saw the way Jimmy had Cindy bound, and the way the redhead's hot tits were kind of bouncing up and down.
She could feel her own cunt getting wetter, too.
Jimmy continued to thrust in and out of the girl slowly, but without much passion, as he looked at Alan, questioningly.
"What's going on?" he asked, and he wasn't even talking with short, bated breathes, for he was breathing at a perfectly normal rate.
"Selan's going to quit," Alan said to him. "She says that she has to."
"Shit, Selena," Cindy said. "You can't quit. You're one of the best girls we got. Besides, the men go ape shit over that act we do."
It was true. Just the other day, the two bosses had decided to try a double girl act. That was because, although most of the girls spread themselves naked on stage so that the men could see up their pussies, they never really moved their fingers there.
The men were not allowed, and most of the girls didn't like to.
Alan and Jimmy had thought that if they could do an act where two girls finger each other a bit, then rub the juices on the lips of the eager customers, it might be really a good thing for business.
Cindy and Selena had done their thing the day before, and although the two men didn't know whether or not it was good for business, it had been sensational for the two girls, who had gotten twice their normal pay in tips. The men had been so hot, especially those who had the pussy juices on their lips, that they had been super generous.
"I'm sorry," Selena said to Cindy. "I loved the act that we did, but there just doesn't seem to be anything that I can do about it."
"Tell us the whole story," Jimmy said, moving his cock even more slowly.
In many ways, he was happy to just be hard now, for he was really not feeling any kind of sexual sensation at all.
Selena started to talk openly and honestly about her past. They had all known that many of the girls had been hookers at first, and in fact, many of them still were. After all, if a man was willing to pay enough for a girl after her strip, she would take him into the back to make some extra bread.
Selena told them about what had happened to her during the night, and how Ricky had broken her room and held a knife to her throat. For proof, she opened the scarf that she was wearing and showed them the thin scab line, from where the blood had dripped out of her neck.
"Shit, that looks awful," Jimmy said. "You're gonna have to put some make-up on over that, or else you just won't sell."
"That's the thing, Jimmy. I'm not gonna sell. I can't. I convinced Ricky to let me come back here because I told him I had some outfits in the dressing room. I don't, but I just wanted to let you know why I'm quitting. I love it here. I really do. But I love my life more than anything else."
Jimmy closed his eyes for a few seconds, and neither one of the other three could figure out what he was doing.
They all thought that he was trying to think of something, but then, he started to thrust in and out of her faster, and he was moaning at the same time. Soon, he could feel the way his cock was starting to throb.
Cindy could feel it, too. She started to moan loud, and she felt her cunt spasming around him. His cock throbs were really doing a number on her clit, and she could feel the way her love button was throbbing.
Then, Jimmy started to shoot his seed into her, hard.
He cupped her buttocks as he drove his dick in and out of her, and he moved his fingers to her asshole and started to rub it.
She was moaning louder and louder, and from where Alan was standing, he could see the way her nipples were throbbing. He knew that she had to be lost in the throes of a passion-filled orgasm, and loved how she looked.
Jimmy kept thrusting, until he could feel all the come being drained from his dick, and then, he started to lower Cindy back onto the floor, so that his spent cock fell out of her pussy. He made no move to untie her.
Instead, he opened his eyes, and looked at Selena.
"Now, I've just been thinking about something," he said.
"Ready?" Alan asked. "I can guess what you must have been thinking about. You were thinking about coming."
"Not true. I was thinking of a solution for Selena's problem."
"What? Come on, Jimmy. Don't tell me that you could fuck and think at the same time."
"I do somee of my best thinking while fucking," Jimmy said to Alan. "And this is what I've been thinking about. You say this guy's name is Ricky?"
"Yes," Selena said, and she could feel herself shuddering, even at the mention of her ex-pimp's name, for that was how much she hated him.
"He's a nigger, right? Just some jive ass nigger pimp, right?"
"Yes," Selena said to him. "How do you know that? How do you know it?"
"Hey, all these businesses are related, baby. "I don't know the nigger personally, but I've heard a lot of shit about him. The clit murder. I heard that they thought he was the one who did it. Sliced right through her clit."
Cindy shuddered when she heard it, for it was the first time she had ever heard anything about it. Selena's reaction was a little bit different.
She thought that she was going to faint, for she had her eyes closed, and she could see a vision of poor Didi bound to the bed. She could see a vision of herself in the same position, and thought that last night, she could have been the victim of another clit murder, if she hadn't played her cards right.
It was the look on her face that started Jimmy thinking.
"Selena, do you know anything about that murder?" he asked her.
"No," she said, but it was obvious, even to Cindy, who was, by far, the dumbest of the four, that Selena was lying.
Selena, you can be honest with us. We're all friends here."
"Yeah, Selena," Cindy said. "I don't let many girls finger my cunt on stage, but I let you. The least you can do is be honest with us."
"All right. I knew the girl who was killed. But that was years ago."
"But it was still the work of that mother fucking nigger," Jimmy said.
"Yes," Selena told him. "I know that he did it. I was there."
A hushed silence fell over the room. Cindy started to groan a little bit, for she could imagine being in a room where some man was torturing a girl and slicing into her clit, and the idea of it was sickening.
"Then you could implicate that nigger," Jimmy said to her. "We could have his black ass thrown in jail."
"I don't want to go through that shit," Selena said. "They'd start asking me all about my past, too, and I couldn't handle that."
Jimmy stood up then and started to untie Cindy. He reached for his pants and began to slip into them as he talked to her.
"Now you look, Selena. I can arrange it for you so that you don't have to go back with him. We can let you live here for a while, but I have connections, too, you know. My connections are much bigger than this nigger's. I can lean on him. If he comes near you again, I'll have my men cut his black balls off and stuff them up his ass."
Selena started to smile then, and deep down, she kind of hoped that Ricky would come near her again, because that seemed to be the fitting kind of ending for such a fucking nigger bastard.
"Are you sure that I'll be safe here?" she asked him.
"The place is open twenty-four hours a day. All we gotta do is get a picture of him and give it to the bouncers. Then they'll make sure not to let him in."
"And then what? I mean, do I have to live my whole life here? I want to be able to go out in the world and see things."
"Don't worry. You'll just he low' here, for the next few days, and we'll have something else worked out by then. You can trust me. Look, I'm just doing this because you're one fine chick. What do you say?"
She moved closer to him and kissed him hard on the lips, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She could feel the way he rubbed his hand over her tit, and then, he pulled away from her and turned to Cindy.
"I think that you're on any second baby, so now that you have your after-fuck glow, get and shake that cunt around."
"Yes, boss," she said to him, and she ran out of the room.
"Okay," Jimmy said to her. "I'm going to go talk with my men. You hang out here for a while. Take a valium, and maybe it'll calm you down."
"Jimmy, thanks again," she said, and she kissed him hard on the mouth.
He smiled, then walked out of the room, leaving her alone with Alan. She walked over to him, and kissed him hard on the lips, too.
"Thanks for your help, also," she said to him.
"What? I didn't really do anything," the brown-haired man said. "I wish that I could have been some help."
"You were the one who suggested I talk with Jimmy. I would have just quit and walked out of here, and then I would have been stuck with Ricky forever."
"Well, that's okay then," he said, and he turned his back on her.
Selena could see the hard bulge in his pant leg long before he had turned his back on her, and she remembered how she had sucked his cock that one time, a few days back, and how good it had been. She remembered how sweet the come had tasted as it had shot out onto her lips, and she wanted it again.
"Alan, are you all right?" she asked him, as she touched his shoulder.
He turned around and faced her, and seemed to be quite upset.
"I don't really want to talk about it," he said to her.
"Come on. You helped me with my problem, so now I want to help you with yours."
Alan closed his eyes, and he started to think about what had happened with his wife the night before. He remembered the way he had gotten her tied, and had whipped her, until she had admitted to him that she'd cheated on him.
He thought that would be all right, but then she tried to change her story.
Overall, he had been left in an incredible, state of confusion, and he really didn't know what the fuck was going on.
He did know something, though. Last night, and so on, as he had tied her up, he had felt an incredible rush of power coming over him. It had been like nothing he had ever felt before in his life.
Suddenly, his cock had seemed ten times bigger than it was, and when he had been thrusting it in and out of her cunt, she had been moaning rather loud. He had felt the power surge even more when he had been whipping her, and when he had started to fuck her asshole, he had thought it was sensational.
He remembered the way he had left her tied up overnight, only so she would learn her lesson well. That morning, she had been rather angry with him, and she had said something to him about never letting him do that to her again.
That had bummed him out more than anything that he could remember in the longest time, for while he had been down in the living room, trying to sleep on the couch, he had been thinking of something.
He had been thinking that bondage had turned into an incredible scene. He had loved what had happened, and he wanted to do it more often.
But that morning, Susan had let him know what she felt about it.
He knew that he probably would have forgotten about it for a while, had he not walked in on Jimmy and Cindy. He hadn't been stunned to see the two of them fucking, for he had assumed that was what they were going to do when they started to sneak off together.
Nor had he been so stunned to see that Cindy was bound. He had not expected it, but stunned to see it.
But he was turned on. His cock had started to get hard the second he had seen that Cindy was powerless against Jimmy and his ropes. He had felt almost like he was going to start shooting off in his pants.
It seemed like everyone was into bondage, and loved it.
"Come on," Selena said to him again. "I want us to be friends. Maybe I can help you with your problem. Or maybe I can help you with, this."
She slid her hand around to the front of his pants, and he felt the way she started to play with his cock bulge. He started to moan softly as he felt himself pulsing under her firm touch, and then, he felt her pulling his zipper down.
He turned around to face her then, and she started to take his cock out of his pants. It was as thick and hard as she remembered it being the last time, and she loved the way that it looked once more.
Slowly, the hot blonde started to sink to her knees in front of him.
She flicked her tongue out against the slit of his cock, and licked away a drop of pre-come that was there. Then, she started to open her mouth all the way, and she moved it right down his cock shaft, until her nose was buried in his pubic patch.
He could feel the way she was inhaling deeply, and the way her throat was spasming a little bit around his cock shaft.
He started to moan louder and louder, and he knew that he would be coming in her mouth in a few more seconds.
But then, he didn't want to come in her mouth. He thought about how nice it would be to fuck her cunt, and even though he had thought the same thing the other day, he hadn't done it because he loved his wife.
But now, he knew that Susan had cheated on him, and as far as he was concerned, there was no reason why he couldn't cheat back.
He moved his hands down and pulled her head back, so that his cock was just a few inches away from her sweet lips.
"I think that I would love to fuck you, Selena," he said.
"Well, that's a change. I can remember the other day. You told me that you didn't want to fuck me. I could only suck you off, because you said that you were married and happy with your wife. Has all that changed?"
He thought about it. Aside from the fact that she might have cheated on him, he still happened to love his wife.
He knew that he could never love another woman like he loved .Susan, but then again, he knew that he would never have to. The love that he had for her was the kind of love that comes along once in a lifetime.
But fucking and loving were two different things, and the more he started to think about that, the less guilty he was feeling about cheating on her. After all, he wouldn't really be cheating on Susan, just because he was fucking another cunt.
He wouldn't be loving it. He would just be fucking it.
"No, nothing has really changed," he said to Selena, and then, he thought about bringing it up with her.
He reached down on the floor and picked up the piece of leather that Jimmy had had Cindy tied with. He started to run the strap through his fingers, and he started to get off on the smooth feeling of it.
Then, he looked at Selena, and he started to smile, slyly.
"I've been thinking about what Jimmy and Cindy did," he said to her. "Did you notice the way he had her tied up?"
"Of course. Jimmy did that to me once, also. That's the way he loves to get off. Many people get off like that."
"Are you one of those people?" he asked her, and she moved closer to him and started to run her hand over his cock again.
"Let me ask you something? What do you think? You know now that I was a whore for about five years. Don't you think I tried everything?"
"I think you must have, but trying something and enjoying it is not the same thing. I mean, you could have let someone tie you up, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you got off on it. Did you?"
"No, not all the time," she said, and she noticed he way he looked so upset. She felt a drop of come at the slit of his cock, and she started to smear it all over his cock head, as gently as she possibly could . "But, when the person is the right kind of person, I can get turned on."
"Am I the right kind of person?" he asked her. "Do you think that you could get into something like that with me?"
"There's only one way to find out," she said to him.
He watched as she took a step back and started to open her blouse buttons. He could see how lovely her tits looked, and he started to move his fingers to her nipples so that he could pluck at them gently.
She slid out of her pants and panties, and Alan noticed a red scab mark near her cunt lips. He asked her about it, and she said that Ricky had done it to her.
She finished undressing, and then, she moved her fingers to his shirt buttons. I She started to tell him that when she was bound, she got off even more if the man on top of her was as naked as she was.
She pulled off his shirt, and then his shoes and socks. She helped him step out of his pants, and then she took a step back and admired his naked body.
His cock was still hard, and sticking straight out.
Selena turned her back on him, and pulled her hands behind near her ass. She told him that he could tie her whenever he was ready.
Alan looked at her shapely back and buttocks, and he looked at how her hands just rested on the curve where her ass cheeks started to stick out. He thought that looked so sensational, that he was ready to ram his cock into her ass at that very second.
But he didn't. Instead, he took the leather strap and started to wrap it around her wrists. He wrapped it around a few times and pulled it as tight as he possibly could, until she ,groaned a little, to let him know how tight it was.
Then, he started to tie the knot, and once that was done, he reaclid for the leather whip that was lying on the floor.
He lashed it out at her ass, and she moaned with pain. Then, she turned around so that he could see the front of her body.
Her tits looked even more full, and he noticed a plush wetness down between her legs. He started to move his fingers there, and she moaned.
But then, he pulled his hand back and slapped her across the face, hard.
"I have a feeling that this is going to be a hell of a lot of fun," he said, because he could feel the way his cock was responding already.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alan was right. What happened in the room Selena that morning turned out to be one of the hottest sexual experiences of his life.
After he had her tied, he felt so superior to her, and the power not only surged through his cock, but also, through his mind. He knew that the mind was even more important than the cock, in a case like that.
After he had slapped her across the face, he placed both of his hands on her shoulders and forced her down on her knees in front of him. He saw the way she was hungering for his cock, for she kept her mouth open and her tongue was sticking out.
He decided to taunt her with it, remembering how turned on he had been the night before when he had slapped his wife with his dick.
He slapped Selena across the face a few times, and watched how she kept moving her head to try and get his cock into her mouth. She started to moan each time she missed and heard the slapping sound of hard dick against her soft cheek.
Alan was getting off on that sound, too, and the feeling, as well.
At one point, he moved down a little and pressed his cock between her tits. She had such large, soft tits, that his dick was feeling sensational. He started to thrust his cock between her tits, and he saw the way she kept her mouth open once again, in the hopes that he would thrust up high and enter her mouth.
He liked it when she flicked her tongue back and forth over his cock head, while tit-fucking her, and there was no way that she could deny liking it, for her moans were moans of a bitch in heat.
When he was ready to have her suck his cock, or rather, ready to fuck her face, he wrapped a leather whip around her neck, and held it there, almost like a leash and collar in one. Then, he slammed his dick home, deep into her mouth.
He moved his fingers to her tits and started to pull hard on her two nipples, still holding the leather leash with one hand.
"Yeah, suck that dick of mine, you hot cunt," he said, and he restroom ked into her light blue eyes, and saw how turned on she was.
"After I come once in your mouth, I'm gonna stuff my cock into your cunt and fuck you until you don't know what the fuck is happening. I'm gonna make your pussy come so many times that we both lose count."
He knew how much she loved hearing that. He bent down a little bit and slid his hand into her cunt, and started to play with her clit. He felt how hot she was inside, and as he started I to wiggle her clit around, he felt her juices pouring out onto his hand. He rubbed them back against her cunt bush.
"Yeah, bitch," he kept moaning. "Yeah, take that dick."
Whether she wanted to or not, she had no choice. He was fucking her face like a madman, and although she might not have liked this too much with anyone else, she had enough feelings for him to be getting off.
She thought about how hot she had thought Alan was when she first saw him. In fact, after she had fucked Jimmy, she had had a talk with him about Alan.
"I see," Jimmy had said to her, when she asked him why Alan didn't fuck the girls. "You really wanted him, but since he wouldn't, you just thought that you would take me in the meanwhile. Is that it?"
"No. Cut that shit, Jimmy. I like you, too. I didn't expect us to have such a hot time. I didn't know what a rope master you were."
"That's what most girls tell me, and they all love it."
"I loved it, too. But I like Alan. I've liked him since I started to work here, and I would like to get him."
"Give up, baby. All the girls here want to get him. You know, I think that if I didn't go after you bitches, you'd all come after me. I think that's the way it works with you. I mean, a guy doesn't chase you, so naturally, you want him."
"Tell me the story with Alan," she said to him.
And Jimmy had just told her all about what a happily married man Alan was, and how he always said that his wife was enough for him.
When she had heard that, she had thought about coming on to him anyway. After all, she knew what a hot bitch she was, and she knew that Alan had seen her body on stage many times before, too. He had to know how good her body was, and had to want her.
But all her come on attempts had been no good. Alan had seemed to be quite happy with his wife, enough so that he didn't even think twice about her.
Selena remembered how surprised she had been to give him a blow job the other day, because he had seemed really tense. She had thought that she would probably never get to see his dick in the flesh.
After she had sucked him, she had wanted m to fuck her more than ever, but she had resigned herself into thinking that it would just never happen. But now, she knew that it was going to happen, and the anticipation of the fuck was really turning her on.
His fingers were doing a nice number in her cunt, too.
He was wiggling her clit faster and faster, and when he felt the way that she started to come again, he was so turned on, that he started to shoot into her. mouth. Actually, he started to shoot into her throat first, and when he heard her gagging, he pulled his cock back, and shot off the rest onto her tongue.
Selena was loving that. She could feel the way his come slid right down her throat, leaving a sweet taste lingering on her tongue. She licked his cock shaft as he kept coming, and she was also flicking her tongue back and forth over the slit.
"Yeah, that's right, bitch, just keep it up. Just keep it up, because when and if you do, I'm gonna stay right up there with you."
He started to laugh about that, but he knew that he was still being serious. Her tongue flicks over his cock head were keeping the blood in his shaft, and he knew that he wouldn't lose his hard-on.
He thought about that, too. She was going to be the first girl he was to fuck in the longest time, other than Susan, and there was something of a turn-on in that thought. After all, he knew his wife's cunt inside and out, but this one was a whole new one.
He thought about eating her pussy, too, because he loved the taste of a woman, but she was so wet, that it seemed like she needed a cock inside.
He pushed her away from his cock, and pushed her all the way back on the floor. Then, he got down on his knees, and started to pull her closer. He 'lifted her ass up off the floor, and rubbed his cock against her cunt lips.
"Enter me," she was moaning, as she felt her cunt spasming around him. "Fuck me good and hard, good and hard, I want to feel it."
He leaned over and slapped her hard across the face.
"I'll enter you when I'm good and ready, bitch, but don't you go giving me any kind of orders. No bitch does that."
He loved it. She seemed so scared when he said that to her, and the power just surged right through to his dick again. He could feel the way it was bobbing up and down quite a lot, and he moved it near her cunt again.
He watched the way the head of his cock rubbed over her cunt lips, then bobbed up out of the way, and rested on her pubic patch.
Each time that happened, she would moan with a frustrated pain.
And each time she would do that, he would just slap her again.
Finally, he did enter her cunt, good and hard. He heard her let out a groan as she felt the way his thick dick spread her cunt lips.
"You like this cock?" he asked her. "It's probably the thickest dick that you're ever going to feel in you."
Actually, she was thinking, it was not quite as thick as Ricky's, although it did compare in length. Still, she had always believed in that cliche which said that black men were hung better than white men, and she was surprised to feel such a thick white cock inside of her cunt.
Alan started to fuck her good and hard, so that his groin slapped against her thighs each time that he thrust into her. He started to moan when he felt his cock pulsing, and she moaned, too.
"Don't come in me yet. I want this feeling to linger. I want it to . . . "
"Shut your fucking cunt, bitch," he said to her. "I don't like it stop giving me any of this shit. I'll come when I fucking please."
He had enough confidence to say that, for he knew he wouldn't come right away.
Even though he had stayed hard, he knew that it would take a long time before the come was built up in his balls,, and ready to shoot. The pulsations were just pleasure pulsations, but he was nowhere near orgasm. Then, he started to lash her tits with the leather whip, and he could see how nice her nipples looked each time that the leather made contact. He started to feel the way her cunt was spasming hard around his cock, too.
The scene went on for the longest time, so long, in fact, that Selena ended up missing her cue to be on stage.
He had pulled out of her, and had turned her over on her stomach, so that he could fuck her cunt from behind. When he felt like it, he had rammed his cock into her asshole and he had fucked her there, while fingering her pussy at the same time. He had waited before pulling out and entering her cunt again, so that he could finally shoot his load right into her pussy.
She moaned loud when she felt him shooting off in her, and then, there was the knock on the door, and Jimmy stuck his head in.
Jimmy smiled at Alan when he saw his partner fucking the hot blonde, and he just told Selena that he'd tell Marcy to go on in her place, but she had fifteen minutes to get ready so she could go on after Marcy.
Selena started to come hard around Alan's cock as he was coming in her, and she hardly even heard what Jimmy had to say to her.
It was only when Alan pulled out and told her, that she smiled.
"I can't wait to go on. Cindy says that when you go on with that after-fuck glow, the men seem to know, and they pay you even more."
"Well, go rake up the money, honey, because that's the name of the game," he said to her, and he patted her ass and untied her hands.
She sat there rubbing her wrists for a second, and then she looked at him with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Alan, was this just a one time only thing?" she asked him.
"I don't know what to tell you, at least not now," he said to her.
"What? Why can't you make a commitment to me?"
"I'm married, and I do love my wife. No matter what, I want you to always remember that. You have to take that into consideration."
She would not leave, until he promised her that they would get it on at least one more time, and after he did that, he felt a little bit guilty.
He knew that he wouldn't fuck her if he could get Susan, and tie her up and whip her, but he was pretty sure that he would never be able to. If that would be the case, he thought, then it would be fun having Selena around.
He could use Selena sexually, the way that he liked, the way that he knew he could get off, and then, he could go home and love Susan.
That first night after he had tied her up, he went home and found that she had made him a fantastic meal.
They talked about their day, but there seemed to be a great deal of tension in the air between them, which neither one of them would dare bring up. Alan talked about what had happened with Selena and Ricky, but he wouldn't have dared tell Susan about what happened with Selena and himself.
And she talked about the play, and how the rehearsals were going.
And of course, she didn't dare mention what had happened with Philip Lang.
Later on, after the dishes were cleared away, and they were sitting in the living room, Alan started to talk about what happened the night before.
"Susan, I think that we should talk about last night," he said.
She looked at him, and there was much tension again.
"Why can't we just forget about it, Alan?" she asked. "It never happened before and maybe we can just avoid ever letting it happen again. I just want you to know that I really hadn't cheated on you. You thought that I had, but I hadn't."
"All right," he said.
Of course, she had cheated on him that day, but she was not talking about that. She was talking about the other day. For as of last night, when he had attacked her and beaten her, accusing her of cheating, she had been faithful.
It was only that morning and afternoon with Philip that things had changed.
That night, when they went up to bed, they undressed silently. Alan had put the leather nooses away in a box, which he had hidden in his bottom drawer, and he had no intentions of taking them out again.
They both climbed into the bed, and he moved his lips to hers. He kissed her gently, and she liked it, at least in comparison with what he had done the night before. He started to run his tongue over her lips.
Susan moved her hand down to his groin and began to tug on his limp cock. She could feel the way his shaft was soon filling with blood, and he was hard. Then, he started to lick his way down to her cunt, turning his body around at the same time.
They both lay on their sides as they started to sixty-nine each other.
Susan slid her hot mouth up and down his shaft, cupping his balls at the same time, and he spread her cunt lips and started to suck on her clit.
She started to come rather hard, and Alan sucked all of the juices right out of her pussy, so hard, that she started to come a second time harder than the first time. She moaned louder and louder as she was coming.
Then, they were both thrusting, almost at the same rate. He could feel the way his cock was starting to throb in her mouth.
Soon, he was shooting off onto her tongue, and she was sucking all the come down her throat, moaning as she swallowed it.
"I love you, Sue," he said to her, as he turned his body around and pressed his groin against her leg, so that his cock would feel some nice flesh against it and start to respond again, soon.
"I love you, too, Alan," she said to him. "I really do."
"And I want you to know how sorry I am about last night," he added.
"Please, let's just not talk about or think about what happened last night."
She was lying quite a bit. If anything, she wanted a repeat performance.
For last night, it had taken her a while to get turned on, but once that had happened, she had loved it. It was not until she and Philip had fucked each other that afternoon, with him tying her up, that she realized just what it was.
Although the idea of being bound once scared her, it was a turn on for her now.
She kept thinking that she would love Alan to tie her up again.
But she knew she didn't have the nerve to bring it up, and so, she said nothing.
The same kind of thing was happening to him.
He was dying to tie her up and make her his sex slave, but he remembered the way she had not liked it the night before, and he remembered the tension he had felt that morning when he went to untie her.
He didn't think he could possibly do it to her again, without risking a divorce or something else as drastic.
So he started to kiss her on the neck, and he could hear the way that she was moaning. She moved her hand to his cock bulged and started to play with it, until she could feel the way he was getting stiffer.
Then, she spread her legs. Alan moved himself between them and lie started to slide his cock into her cunt. He loved the way it felt as her warm wet pussy walls wrapped around his shaft, almost like they were sucking his cock.
He started to thrust in and out of her slowly, and he could hear her moaning.
Actually, they were groans of frustration. She was thinking about Philip and the way he had slammed his cock in and out of her. She was thinking about how nice it had been for her when his hot groin slammed against her thighs, and she wished that Alan would fuck her, even a little bit harder.
Still, he was reading her wrong, and she was reading him wrong, and there was no way that either one was going to bring it up.
He felt the way his cock was starting to throb inside of her, and he slowed down so that he wouldn't come right away.
"You're so sensational," she said to him, and he moved his lips back to her neck and started to lick her again. She moaned louder, and he felt the way her cunt seemed to be responding to his tongue on her neck.
For even though he was not moving, he could feel her cunt spasming around him, and he was loving the way that it felt.
He stayed hard inside of her for about an hour, and when he was ready to come, she felt the way his cock pulsated. She started to moan, and asked him to fuck her a little harder, but he knew that she always asked him to do that when she knew he was going come. He started to slam it in and out of her, and for a few seconds, she moved her hands over her head.
She was imagining that he had tied her wrists together, and that she was his helpless slave, and perhaps, if he had had his eyes open, he would have seen it.
But he was thinking about Selena, and how nice it had been to have her bound.
He was thinking about that sorrowful look on her face, when she had asked him if they would get it on again, and he had to tell her he didn't know.
He started to come in his wife, but in his mind, he was coming inside of Selena's hot cunt, and it was Selena who was moaning.
It was not until he felt Susan's hands moving up and down his back, that he opened his eyes, and found himself back in bed with her. She had her legs wrapped around his ass and was massaging his buttocks with her feet.
He could feel how sensitive his ass was, and liked the way it felt.
But soon, all the pleasure started to subside, and his cock went limp and came out of Susan.
He rolled off of her and lay on his side. She moved her hand down to his cock and pulled on it a little bit, then leaned over and kissed him.
"I'm going to sleep now," she said. "I have a really long day tomorrow, and I have to be wide awake. I have to go out and buy a lot of shit."
"All right," he said. "I think that I'm going to go down and read for a while because I don't have to be in work until twelve."
As soon as he walked out of the room, she slid her hand down to her cunt. She started to play with her pussy lips, until she could feel them getting wetter again and they spread themselves open for her.
She had her eyes closed, and was dreaming that her fingers were Philip's cock, and that they were working her over well. She started to moan, and she buried her head in her pillow, so that he wouldn't hear her.
She was thinking about being tied and whipped and abused, and the idea of it was such a turn-on, that she started to come really hard.
She kept moving her cunt back and forth against her fingers for the longest time, and soon, she had fallen out.
She didn't have time to even think about feeling guilty then, because she was just so wiped out from her masturbating, that she ell asleep. She dreamed of Philip, although there was an image in the back of Alan.
After all, she knew, Alan was the man that she loved, but Philip was the man who provided her with her good, hot sex, the way she needed it.
Meanwhile, Alan was having trouble getting into the book that he was reading. He couldn't stop feeling guilty about what he had done with Selena. He kept thinking that his fucking her was the reason why he hadn't gotten turned on with Susan that night. In all the years that they had been married, in fact, there had never been a night of sex where he had been: left with this unsatisfied feeling.
He was so sure that it was all Selena's fault.
It didn't take him long to figure it all out. He loved Susan, and he knew that there was no doubt about it in his mind.
But sex and love were two different things. Sex with Susan had always been good, because it had been hot, and he had loved her. But now, he found another thing that turned him on sexually, and he couldn't do that with her.
He kept thinking that it would really be all right to keep fucking Selena. She would be living at the club after all, and she would be around when he would get horny. Fucking her didn't mean he was falling in love with her.
And so, finally, he reached for the phone. He had been thinking about the way she had looked that afternoon.
The only way he could think of it was as a hurt look.
He called the club that he owned, and Jimmy answered the phone. He asked if he could talk with Selena, and Jimmy told him to hold on.
He waited for a few seconds, and then he heard her voice.
"Hi. It's Alan," he said, and he heard her moan softly. When he had heard her speak, he could hear how excited she was.
"What do you want? I can't imagine why you could call me this late."
"I just wanted you to sleep easy tonight sweetie," he told her. "I just wanted you to know that you and I will be getting together tomorrow. I thought about it, and I like the idea. So, what do you say?"
"What time do you get here tomorrow morning?" she asked.
He told her, and told her to arrange a schedule so that they would be able to see each other the first thing in the morning. Then, he hung up, closed his book, and went to sleep next to his wife.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Susan had her hands tied behind her back and she could feel the way that Philip was ramming his cock in and out of her mouth.
She had her eyes closed, though, for this had been going on a long time.
Not the face fucking, she kept thinking. The cheating.
The play had opened two months back, and had gotten rave reviews, to the point where they were thinking of moving it to Broadway.
She and Philip had started their affair back before the play had even opened, and they had been getting it on at least once a day.
While they had been rehearsing, he would take many breaks, so that they could go off and fuck, so they had been doing it more than once a day back then. After the play had opened, they would fuck during the intermission, and then usually after the final curtain, before she would go home.
The curtain had come down about a half an hour ago, and she had gone into his dressing room, and she had undressed.
When he had come in, he had found her waiting for him. He had stripped off his costume, and then, he had tied her wrists together. He had pushed her down on her knees and he had started to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth.
She seemed to be in some strange state of mind, he could tell.
He started to pull his cock back out of her mouth, and he lifted her to her feet.
He pushed her over the chair, the way he had taken her the first time, and he started to rub his cock against her buttocks from behind.
She moaned softly when he moved his cock to her cunt from behind, and he pulled back, because he could hear something in the moan. He was a good enough actor to know when someone else was acting.
He rolled her over on her back, and even though the top half of her body was still over the back of the chair, he didn't seem to care. He pulled on her nipples hard, and she let out another one of those moans.
"All right, Susan, tell me what it is," he said to her.
"What is?" she asked him. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He slapped her hard, and she let out a moan. She was still into getting abused, no matter what. In fact, Philip had noticed how much more she got into it as each day passed by, and he thought that one day, she was going to grow up to be a real masochist.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said. "It used to be so hot when we would fuck each other, and now, it sucks."
"What do you expect? We've been doing it now for almost three months."
He slapped her again, for being such a snotty cunt, and then, he laughed.
"Three months," he said to her. "Only three fucking months. Susan, if all sexual relationships got bad after three months, there wouldn't be a marriage in this world that would last."
"Marriage?" she asked him, and he knew he had struck a raw nerve.
"Yeah. As a matter-of-fact, you had been married for about five years before you started making it with me. Your marriage lasted that long, and the sex was that good, or at least you let me think it was. How come you and your husband could have it good for five years, and we can't even make it past four months?"
His hard cock was resting on her pubic patch, and she couldn't wait for him to enter her, but for one simple reason.
He usually was very quiet when he was fucking her, and she was just not in the mood for any bullshit talk that night. She was feeling bad enough.
She tried to move her hand down to his cock, and she felt the way the rope cut into her wrist even more, for she had forgotten that she was bound.
He knew what she wanted, and thought he could get an answer from her. He slid his cock into her cunt and started to thrust hard and fast. He loved the sound that his groin made as it lapped against her.
When he could feel the way her cunt was starting to throb around his cock and he knew that she was about to come, he slowed down.
"All right, now tell me what the fuck is going on?" he said.
She had been left hanging, and she hated him for doing it. He knew that she was about to come, and he had stopped before she could. She wanted to kill him.
"I don't want to talk. Let's just keep fucking."
"You've been saying that for the longest time now," he told her. "We can't just have a relationship that's based on fucking."
"Why not?" she asked. "What the hell do you think this one is to me?"
He stopped moving right then and there, and he moved his fingers to her nipples. He started to pinch them harder than ever, and he was twisting them too, almost as if he was going to pull them off.
He was really insulted. He had thought that he meant much more to her than that. She had led him on to believe that he did. "What are you talking about?" he asked her. "You telling me that all I am to you is a good lay? That's all?"
"Yes. I thought that you knew that, Philip. I never tried to hide anything from you. I thought that you knew it. I still love my husband."
"But who makes you feel better during a fuck?" he asked her.
"You do. You know that. I've told you what to do. But I love him. He makes love to me too, and although it's not as good as this, I still love him."
"And he loves you?" Philip asked her.
In all the time that they had been seeing each other, they had managed to avoid talking about Alan as much as possible. She had been the one to let him know that she preferred to not say anything about him.
After all, she was cheating on him, and she didn't want o be reminded of him in the middle of one of her cheating sessions.
"Yes, he loves me," she said to him. "We still love each other very much."
"Well if he loves you, he would give you what you need to get turned on."
He started to fuck her even harder, and she could feel the way her cunt was starting to spasm around him, more and more. He moaned when he felt his cock pulsating inside of her, and he licked her neck when he started to come.
He had been with her enough to know what a sensitive neck she had.
She could feel his come shooting into her, and she loved it, but she was still feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing.
He held his cock inside of her until all the come had been shot out, and then he pulled back, and rolled her over.
He slapped her on the ass, once, nice and hard, and then he started to untie her.
Susan began to put on her clothes, and as she did, he smiled.
"You're not going to shower?" he asked her. "You usually do."
"I feel like getting home," she said to him.
"I see. To your husband. You know, Susan, maybe you and I should call this whole thing off. I don't like fucking a girl when she's thinking about someone else."
"Isn't that funny?" she asked, but she was close to tears. "When I'm with him, I think about you fucking me hard, but when I'm with you, and you're doing it, I think about him, and wish he was doing what you're doing."
"You stupid bitch. Why the fuck don't you tell him that?"
She had been thinking about it for the longest time.
When she had first started to make it with Philip, she had felt that it would be all right. She didn't really think of it as cheating, although that was exactly what it was. She thought of it more as getting what she wanted, because her husband didn't give it to her the way that she needed it.
But as the months had passed by, she had been getting more and more frustrated.
Philip had just hit the nail right on the head. . Why the fuck didn't she just go home and tell him what she wanted already?
She knew that if she went on with two men, she was just going to split in two.
"Thanks for the advice," she said to him, and she got dressed even faster and then ran out of the theater.
She ran the three blocks to her apartment, and when she .got there, she called out to see if Alan was home.
He was. He had been sitting in the bedroom playing with his hard cock, thinking about his wife the whole time.
He had had enough of Selena. She was really hot, but she was starting to fall in love with him, and he knew that was bad. He loved Susan, and new that he could never leave her, and having his mistress fall in love with him could only lead to trouble.
He already thought that Selena was the type to tell Susan.
When he heard her call, he was thinking of telling her the whole thing.
But then, he looked up and saw her standing near the bedroom door, stark naked. Her body looked like it had just been used, he thought, for she had that after-fuck glow, plus, there was some cream running down her thigh.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked her, and she smiled.
"Getting tied and beaten, and thinking about you. I've been having an affair with Philip Lang for two months now, maybe more, and I don't want him. I want you. I want you to tie me and beat me the way you did it that night."
"What?" he asked her, although he -was already getting off the bed.
He walked toward his drawer, where he had hidden all of the leather gear after using it on her the one time.
He pulled everything out of the drawer, as she explained.
She told him everything that had happened to her, starting back with that time when she had let Philip use the bed. She made sure to tell him that she had not been the one in bed with him though, and Alan believed her.
There was no reason not to. She seemed like she was telling the truth, and she did go on and tell about her other times with Philip.
She talked about the way he had taken her in his dressing room, and how she had loved it when he had tied her.
"But that was only because you had tied me the night before and I had loved it," she said to Alan. "I've thought about you all those times when he's been making me, and I've been hoping you would."
She was so confused when he started to laugh, but then, he started to tell her all about Selena, and how he had been using her.
Basically, they both had the same problem. They loved each other, but didn't think that the other would get turned on so sexually by what the other one needed.
Susan started to laugh, too, until she felt the whip hitting her.
She started to moan then, for he had hit her right on the thigh, and she could feel the way her pussy was responding. He moved closer to her and pulled her hands behind her back, then forced her down on her knees.
"We have a lot of time to make up for," he said to her. "A hell of a lot of time. I'm going to fuck you blind, baby."
He moved his hard cock to her mouth, and when she opened her mouth to take him in, he slapped her across the face with his hand.
He took a few steps back, his hard cock sticking straight out.
"On your knees and come to me," he sad to her. "I want to see you walking on your knees toward my cock. I want to see you begging for it."
"Let me. have it," she said, but as she moved closer, he would move back a little bit, making it as hard as he possibly could for her.
When he finally wanted to let her have it, he rammed it into her mouth.
It was sensational for both of them, because of the love that they felt for each other, for both of them were smart enough to know something.
No matter how much you tried to separate the two, love and sex, they always were the best when they went together.
It was nice to fuck someone that you didn't love, but it was a hundred times better to fuck someone that you did love.
He started to thrust his cock in and out off her mouth faster, and he moved his hand down her cunt.
He could feel how hard she was coming already, and he loved it. He was so turned on by what he was feeling inside of her cunt, that he couldn't hold back.
He started to shoot thick loads of come into her mouth, and he could feel the way she was sucking at his cock, harder and harder, until she had drained him of his very last few drops of come.
"Yeah, keep sucking," he said to her. "Keep sucking so that I can fuck that hot pussy of yours right away."
Susan felt herself coming again. She loved to hear him talk like that, and she kept thinking of him as her master, more than ever. She felt the way he kept thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth, harder.
She felt him going limp, just a little but soon, the blood seemed to surge back into his shaft, so that he started to get hard.
Alan lifted her up and threw her onto the bed. He spread her legs and moved himself right between them. Then, he rammed his cock into her cunt as hard as he possibly could, and he heard her moaning louder and louder.
"Oh God. Hit me, beat me, whip me, lover," she started to moan. "Abuse me."
He moved his fingers to her nipples and started to pull on them as hard as he possibly could. He could feel how stiff they were, and even though he thought that he was making her feel some pain, from the way that they were throbbing, he knew that she was feeling more pleasure than anything else.
He felt the way her cunt spasmed hard around his cock, and he slowed down
"I want to fuck you all through the night," he said to her. "I don't want to come inside of you for a very long time."
"Then make it last, because I'm willing to go all night, too."
He started to thrust upward, so that his cock would make better contact with her clit, and could hear her moaning even louder.
When he took another rest, he started to talk with her.
"You know, I feel like I'm going to have a problem where I work. I think that Selena is not going to be too happy about me breaking up with her."
"Well, Philip isn't too happy either, but what can you do?"
"What can you do?" he asked, and he closed his eyes and started to laugh. "I think I know what we can do."
"What?" she asked, and she wrapped her legs around his ass.
She wished that she could wrap her arms around his back, but she knew that she couldn't because of the way she was bound.
"What are you doing tomorrow after the show?" he asked her.
"I don't have any plans. I wanted to come home and fuck you."
"Well, come to the club, and bring this Philip Lang with you."
"I don't think that he would want to go with me," she said. "I don't know if he would want to be seen in a place like that."
"When you tell him that there's this hot blonde girl who likes him, who wants to see him backstage, he'll change his mind."
"Is that this girl Selena?" she asked, and she had a sly smile on her face.
"You bet. I'm sure that she would be more than willing to make it with someone famous. She loved making it with me. "
They both started to laugh, and he started to move his cock again.
He could feel the way her cunt was just spasming around him once more, and he felt how warm and wet it was.
He started to fuck her nice and hard, and he closed his eyes, for only a second.
Because, for a second, he had been thinking about Selena. Because he hadn't been able to fuck Susan the way he wanted to for the last few months, whenever he was on top of her, he would think about Selena.
It only took a second for him to remember that his hot wife was bound beneath him, and that she was really getting off on what he did to her.
He started to fuck her faster, and he felt the hard slapping of his groin against her soft thighs, until they were both moaning.
Then, he started to pulsate hard, and he thrust in and out of her faster, so that when he came, she was coming, too.
It had been such a long time since they had come together, and it was almost like taking the vows all over again.
Because that night had been a whole new beginning for them.
And it was a new beginning.
The next morning, when Susan woke up, she thought about what they had done the night before, and she could feel her pussy spasming harder and harder by the second.
She leaned over and whispered into her husband's ear.
"Are you up, darling?" she asked, even though she was sure he wasn't.
She kept nudging him, though, and he got so irritated, that he swung his hand around and slapped her across the face.
The pleasure flowed through her even more, and the fuck was just beginning.
