Lena straddled the big black man, laughing. Her nude pussy gleamed pinkly in the dim light of the bedroom.
She stared down at his monstrous black cock, which bobbed lewdly, a tumescent stalk of passion, from his thick dark pubic hair.
Slowly, Lena lowered herself on his bobbing cock, excited by the erotic contrast of her incredibly pale skin and his swarthy darkness.
The man grunted, and his hands tensed in his bonds. His chest swelled with his excitement, as he struggled with the tight leather thongs which bound his arms to the side of his body, preventing him from touching Lena's large, pear-shaped boobs.
Her nipples puckered as she sensed his desperation.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, feeling his hot, bulbous drooling cock head pressing into her love tunnel.
"Ohhh!" the man groaned, arching his hips upward. Lena's thighs rippled beautifully as she felt his cock head spreading her cuntal walls wide.
"Ohhh," the man gasped, "let me touch you!"
Lena laughed again, as she felt his thigh muscles contract with his struggles to release his legs which were bound to the foot of the large brass bed.
"You don't deserve to touch me," she said, her voice low and husky. "You deserve only as much as I give you."
The man's breathing became heavy, labored, as Lena slowly settled downward on the black man's cock, gasping with the hardness and hotness of it, its pulsing tumescence sending hot shivers of bliss coursing through her lovely, ripe body.
She felt his wiry thick pubic hairs grind into her pink pussy meat.
"Eeeh!" she gasped. The hot pleasure of his wiry pubic hairs, tickling her already inflamed clitoris, was almost too much for her to bear.
She felt the tickling sensation of pre-orgasmic tension build in her well-stuffed cunt, as she started to bob up and down on the cock of the moaning black man, whom she had strapped to the bed, bound to do her own pleasure.
The thought of her own power caused her pussy to cream heavily, and her cuntal walls closed in around the huge, hot black cock which she rode like a bucking bronco!
CHAPTER ONE
"Your mother's coming for dinner tomorrow night, William," Lena said. She was sitting at the breakfast table, going through the mail, and sipping a cup of coffee.
"Hmmm?" her husband asked, not looking up from his newspaper.
"I said, your mother is coming for dinner tomorrow night"
"That's nice, dear."
"William, the house is on fire."
"Yes, dear."
Lena's extraordinarily green eyes flashed with anger.
She slammed her long, slender, white hand hard on the table, causing the china cups to rattle in their saucers.
William Sanders rattled his paper, startled by the noise, and looked over the newspaper in which he had been absorbed, at his irate wife.
"Whatever is the matter?" he asked. His face was clean-cut and handsome, his deep brown eyes warm, and thickly-fringed with black lashes. His hair was black, lightly tinted at the temples with gray. He was a very sexy man, and every time Lena looked at him, she creamed in her pants, even though she had been married to him for five years.
"I wish you'd pay attention to me when I'm talking to you, William," she said, her voice low and cultivated.
"I thought I was, dear. What did you say?"
"I said, your mother's coming to dinner tomorrow night."
"Damn! Why did you invite her?" William asked, folding the paper over neatly, and glaring at his incredibly beautiful wife.
"I didn't invite her. She invited herself, claiming neglect," Lena said. A charming dimple appeared on her cheek when she smiled. She tossed her very black, shiny hair over her shoulder, and poured more coffee into her cup and her husband's.
William sighed, and stood up, drinking the coffee in one gulp.
"Well, I suppose there's nothing we can do about it, then, can we?" he said, running his hand through his wife's thick soft hair, and kissing her on the crown of her fragrant head.
"I'm afraid not."
"What doesn't she like to eat?" her husband asked.
Again Lena smiled.
"She hates lamb."
"I would love lamb for dinner tomorrow night," William said, picking up his paper, preparatory to going to work. He was a professor at a nearby state college.
"We shall have lamb for supper tomorrow night, then," Lena said. She got up from the kitchen table and went to the hall to fetch her husband's coat, while he got his brief case from his study.
"I wish you didn't hate your mother so much," Lena said, helping him on with the coat, and caressing his broad back and square shoulders.
"I don't hate her, dear," William said, kissing his wife deeply at the door. "I just like my mother-in-law better, that's all!"
Lena laughed, as her six-foot-two husband strode down the long, hedge-lined walk, and got into the station wagon parked in front of the house, and drove off.
Stretching, she went back to the kitchen to finish her second cup of coffee, and to make up a shopping list.
When she was finished with the shopping list, and had cleaned up the breakfast dishes, the doorbell rang.
A secret, sensuous smile crossed her lips, as she strode toward the door, and opened it.
The man outside was of medium height, young, and very handsome. He stood first on one foot, and then on the other, while Lena stared at him coolly.
"Yes, Bart?" she asked, finally, after the man had gone through some strange contortions under her almost impersonal scrutiny of him.
"We-we had an eleven o'clock date, remember?" he asked.
"Are you asking me if I remembered?" she asked severely.
"Oh, no, no. But, well, it's almost eleven o'clock."
Lena looked at her wrist watch.
"You're lying, Bart. It's quarter to eleven!"
"Well, I am a little early...."
"You can wait out here on the steps until eleven," Lena said, slamming the door on the handsome young man.
Her pussy tingled with excitement, as she went upstairs, to make the bed.
It was just like Bart to always be early. Every single Thursday he was early.
When she was finished making the bed, she looked at her watch. She still had two and one-half minutes before she had to let him in.
It wasn't that Lena had anything against Bart. It was just all part of the game, the best game Lena knew.
While her husband was at work, Lena indulged some of her favorite sexual fantasies. Her husband made a good living, and was old-fashioned enough not to want Lena to work.
Lena's days became long drawn-out bores during the first two years of her marriage, with nothing to do.
After all, there were only so many museums you could visit, so much shopping to be done, and only so much reading you could do before you became stir-crazy, with nothing to challenge you.
Lena's new career had started when she accidentally bumped into an old, and rather kinky flame whom Lena had known in college, who had successfully seduced her over wine in a cozy restaurant where they had gone to renew their acquaintance and to reminisce over old times.
Lena shivered, thinking of him, and glided down the stairs to the door. Before she opened it, she checked her watch.
She leaned against the door, folding her arms across her magnificent breasts, and looked at the minute hand. There was a fine tremor of excited anticipation in her long, lush frame.
When the minute hand moved to twelve, and it was exactly eleven o'clock, she swung the door open.
Bart had not moved. He was still standing, shifting from one leg to the other, in front of the door. The only difference in his posture was that his eyes were glued to his watch, while his other hand, forefinger pointing at the doorbell, was extended to ring it.
"You can come in now, Bart," Lena said.
Bart walked in, and as Lena closed the door, Bart stepped forward to embrace her.
Lena pushed him away. "What is this?" she asked severely.
"Oh, I-uh, wanted to kiss you."
"What do you say first?"
"P-please, Lena, may I kiss you?" Bart asked, humbly.
"Before you even say 'please,' what do you say because I let you in?"
"Oh!" Bart said, visibly brightening. "Thank you for letting me in, Lena."
Lena's twat started to gush with sex fluids. The wild contrast between Bart's rough, powerful frame, and his current attitude always turned Lena on. Bart was one of her favorite customers, and she had trained him fairly well, although she still had some rough spots to smooth out in his behavior toward her.
Lena leaned against the door, her eyes frankly glued to the huge bulge in his crotch.
"Lena, please may I kiss you?"
Lena shrugged her shoulders, indifferently.
"I don't know. Let's go up to the bedroom first. Then I'll let you know if you can kiss me.
Lena walked ahead of Bart, and led the way up the stairs, to the bedroom, which was dominated by a magnificent king-sized brass bed.
"Well, may I...?" Bart said, as he followed her into the room and closed the door.
Lena looked into the mirror over the vanity, and started to comb her long dark hair. She yawned.
"Oh, Bart, don't bore me with your whining pleas. Get undressed!"
"Very well, Lena," Bart said meekly.
Lena felt her pussy muscles clench together, as Bart started to get out of his clothes. He was powerfully built; had been a champion wrestler in college, and his figure was still impeccable in its development.
Lena combed her hair, her swan-like arms moving slowly, sensuously, as she raised it, and then ran the brush through her hair.
Her loose-sleeved silk robe rose up over her arm, revealing all its loveliness, as she raised her arm, and was covered, as her arm came down, bringing the brush through her lustrous blue-black tresses.
Her braless tits rose and fell, the deeply plunging neckline of the blue silk house coat making the most of her luscious cleavage. Every motion was designed to heat Bart's already feverish body to desperation, and Lena knew she was doing well.
Behind her, gawking at her with a childishness he did not otherwise display, Bart was divesting himself of his clothes. He shucked his well-tailored jacket off his wide, powerful shoulders, and hung it over a chair, his eyes riveted to the sensuous Lena the whole time.
As he removed his clothing, Lena stared at him in the mirror, watching first, his broad, hairy chest appear, when he shucked his T-shirt, and then catching her breath when he removed his trousers, revealing his muscular, well-shaped legs.
He stood up, still staring at Lena's reflection in the mirror, her long white neck, her lovely arms, as he hooked his hands into his white jockey shorts. Lena's eyes were glued to the massive bulge in his white cotton shorts.
He lowered his pants over his hard-on, wincing as he did so. His hard-on popped luridly out at right angles to his hard, washboard belly.
He threw his cotton shorts on the chair, on top of the discarded shirt, T-shirt, and trousers, and then sat down and removed his socks and shoes.
Then he looked over, smiling with lustful anticipation, at the lovely Lena.
"I'm ready, Lena," he said, his voice low and husky with desire.
Lena didn't move. Bart sat on the edge of the bed, watching her brush her hair. Lena listened to his breathing which was getting sharper, as his excitement grew.
Her own arousal was intensified by his meekness, his passivity. She loved to keep her special customers waiting; loved to torture them with the passage of time.
And it helped increase her own ardor as well.
Beneath the soft fabric of her housecoat, Lena felt her nipples pucker with excitement. She moved so as to rub them against the silky fabric which always excited them to feverish tingling.
Finally, she threw the hairbrush down, and rose, her motions gliding, fluid, undulating, speaking sex.
From his thick pubic bush, Bart's cock stretched its full nine thick inches, throbbing violently.
Smiling softly, Lena walked over to him, and put out one slender, well-shaped finger to touch the gleaming tip of his cock, where an opaque, pearl-like drop of pre-come had already appeared.
She smeared it around his cock head, and felt the cock lurch under the soft prodding of her hand.
"Lie down!" she commanded, her voice soft, although it conveyed authority.
Bart obeyed, quickly and eagerly.
Lena walked over to the closet, and rummaging around in it, came up with what she had been looking for, a small black box. She opened it with a key, which she took from her dressing table drawer, and pulled out long, deadly-looking coils of leather.
"You are a beast," she said, her voice unchanging in its sweetness.
"I know!" Bart gasped. He was lying on his back, his arms behind his head. His cock loomed straight up from his belly like a priapic vision. Lena couldn't wait to feel his cock stuffing her hot eager snatch!
She walked over to the bed with the coils of rope.
"Maybe I should train you to be more civilized. I think you are very self-indulgent, Bart," she said.
"Oh, Lena," Bart grasped, pulling his hands out from behind his head, and grasping the hand from which dangled the leather thongs. "I'll do anything you say, anything!"
With a swift motion Lena had hooked a coil of the leather around his two wrists, which were fairly close together as he clutched her hand with both his hands.
Bart looked down at his wrists, as Lena jerked on the thongs, making them tighter, with dismay.
"Oh, Lena," he moaned, "couldn't we just make love without the bondage, this once?"
"Make love?" Lena said mockingly. "What makes you think I make love to you?"
"Oh, Lena, I know you love me," Bart said, his voice quivering in the time-honored scenario which they always played out.
Lena laughed at him, and yanked his powerful arms backward, up over his head, and secured his bound-together wrists to the brass head of the bed.
When she had secured his arms back over his head, she moved down to his feet, and just as deftly spread his well-built legs, pinioning them to the foot of the gleaming brass bed.
Then she stood looking down at him, leering at him. Bart was beginning to sweat, and he licked his lust-parched lips, his eyes hop-scotching over Lena's luscious body.
She raised one arm, causing her tit to bulge over the low-cut silk gown, and ran her hand upward through her hair, fanning it out. Bart's cock was getting reddish-looking, and more pre-come juice was pouring from the tip of it, causing the mushroom-shaped head to glisten.
"You're disgusting, Bart! Can't you ever control your impulses?"
Bart shook his head.
"I'm your slave. I'll do anything you want me to do, anything!"
"Miserable wretch! I think I'll discipline you some more."
Bart's powerful muscles flexed in sultry harmony, as he struggled vainly against the leather thongs, which pinioned him to the bed.
Lena had got the thongs when Bart in one of his struggles actually broke the rope she had used to tie him to the bed.
It had excited her that he had such power in his massive, beautifully-shaped body, but it had spoiled the game for both of them.
Bart gasped, when Lena, having gone back to the closet, came back with a short, thick whip.
He really started to struggle now, causing the bed to squeak with his violent paroxysms.
Lena raised her arm and brought the whip down on his belly. A livid red welt formed where the leather kissed the man's firm, smooth flesh.
"Ahh!" Bart gasped, struggling more. His hips arched upward, and Lena, striking him again with the whip, causing another welt to rise, licked her lips as she watched his huge cock bob luridly with his spastic motions.
"Ohhh!" the man groaned. Lena knew that if she didn't desist after the third stroke she administered, that he would soon be having his orgasm. And Lena wanted his scum in her cunt.
She got up on the bed, and straddled his legs, moving upward in slow sinuous motions which further incited Bart to sexual havoc.
Her gown flowed in graceful folds around her, clinging to her limbs, revealing just enough to be titillating, but not enough to satisfy the hot and horny man.
His hands, itching to clutch her huge, beautiful breasts, clenched in his bonds.
"Lena, Lena, pretty Lena," he moaned, his voice breathy with the intensity of his desire, "let me see you. Take your gown off."
"You don't deserve to see me," Lena said, in a mildly scornful tone of voice. "You can't control your impulses, you perpetually whine at me. I just can't stand the way you behave, Bart. You have no self-respect at all. And no self-respecting woman exposes herself to such an unworthy man."
Bart was so frustrated that tears welled up in his eyes. His hips humped upward, as Lena crawled along the bed, being careful to hide her teeming pussy, with its gleaming, swollen red meat from his hungry gaze.
Lena was at this point, as hungry and horny as Bart. She loved this game she played, loved the way she could enslave the men without ever raising her voice, without ever threatening.
It was the type of power Lena had always craved, and which she now had. She reached under the voluminous folds of the silken gown, careful to keep her pussy hidden, and grasped Bart's massive mauler.
She moaned as she felt the powerful throbbing of his peter as she clutched it in her hand. His wiry pubic hairs tickled the soft flesh of her hand as she pumped gently on the cock, causing Bart to gasp and wince.
Then she aimed the great fuck shaft at the entrance to her hot and hungry hole.
"Are you ready for me, Bart?" she asked, her voice low, sensual.
"Oh, yes, yesss!" the ardent man hissed, his hips quivering with suppressed desire.
"You better not come until I come," Lena instructed, her voice minatory.
Bart gulped, and winced again, driving the fever of Lena's lust higher. She panted, as she started to press herself downward on his cock.
She knew she had really worked Bart up. Under ordinary circumstances it would not have been fair by the ordinary conventional rules of fucking, but it was part of the game.
She understood that Bart would be passive, holding off his orgasm until she was ready to come. He was really a superb lover in that respect.
Moaning, she swiveled down on his burgeoning, pulsing fuck rod.
"Ohhh, so niiice," she whispered, throwing her lovely head back. Bart almost came watching the long, clean line of her white, flawless neck, as she arched her neck in ecstasy.
Against her tight, pulsing pussy walls, he felt his own cock, throbbing with a monumental, painful desire.
He grunted, as Lena started to move up and down on his bulging rod, feeling the pussy walls part before the fleshy onslaught of his thick, hard rod.
"Ohh, Lena, such a pretty pussy, so wet and warm, and soft, soft ... ahhh!" Bart gasped. His limbs went taut in his bonds, as he felt his balls contract painfully, but yet pleasurable with pre-orgasmic tension.
Lena's face was bright with a thin patina of sex sweat.
Her bouncing motions up and down on Bart's cock grew faster, and more frenzied, as her pussy juices rolled hotly out of her cunt, the flow getting more and more copious, as her passion gripped her slender, ripe body.
Her heart hammered in her breast, driving her blood hotly through her body, raising her fever even higher.
Bart was beside himself. His limbs trembled violently. His glorious body gleamed with his sex sweat. His breath hissed violently from between his clenched teeth, as he struggled to contain the orgasm which was threatening to erupt from his churning balls.
He felt as if his balls were on fire. He grunted, as he looked at the silk-clad lovely woman who was bouncing up and down on his cock.
Against his thighs, he could feel her soft ass cheeks pressing when she drove his cock into her.
His pubic hair was thickly matted with her pussy cream, which greased his cock until it rubbed back and forth over her tight pussy walls with a great ease.
His sensitive cock head tingled with an almost painful intensity.
Lena felt her heart almost stop in its rhythmic beating, as she experienced the first spasm of her orgasm.
It gripped at her cunt, causing her cuntal muscles to contract tightly around Bart's cock. She felt the spasms increase in intensity, until her pussy walls closed in tightly around his huge throbbing cock. Her body shivered with the ponderous pleasure to which she was surrendering eagerly.
She felt the need to come build at the same time as her climax. There was something sensual about fucking this man in her house coat, in being clothed, feeling the soft material of the blue silk gown caressing her skin, as Bart's cock caressed her itching, insatiable snatch.
"Ohhh!" Leda gasped. The beginnings of her orgasm were a soft, sensuous and expected thing. But as her orgasm peaked, it never ceased to surprise her.
As she rocked her hips back and forth, coating Bart's writhing, trembling hot groin with her pussy juices, Lena felt her orgasm build. Each one was different; each one felt better than the one before; and remembering them always was a source of titillation throughout the day, and during those evenings when William worked late.
She felt Bart's scum start to pour into her cunt, and she squealed with delight. Her body bounced wildly up and down on the throbbing, lurching, flowing cock.
Each time she slammed down on his cock, more of his gism poured into her quivering quim. It melded hotly with her pussy syrup and flowed out of her convulsing cunt lavishly.
Lena loved the hot wet sticky feeling on her sex flesh, the way her groin smashed wetly into Bart's sticky-wet pubes, the wet sucking sound, muffled by the flowing fabric of the silken robe which flowed warmly around her loins, and covered the lewd fleshy joining of their bodies.
Nailed to Bart's spewing cock, Lena felt the power of having him bound to her brass bed. As her sense of power invaded her mind, her orgasm built to a higher pitch, making Lena feel light-headed.
"Ahh!" she gasped, starting to come down from her orgasm. Bart grunted and his hips humped up again, smashing wetly into her still creaming cunt. He spewed the last of his load into her and his body suddenly went limp on the bed.
Lena leaned forward, pressing her hands into Bart's hard, hot belly, feeling the gentle undulations of his abdomen as he struggled to normalize his breathing, still skewered on his hot fuck rod.
"Oh, Lena, that was wonderful!" Bart gasped, looking at her with adoring eyes.
Lena's glowing green eyes sparkled with her pleasure.
She got up off Bart, again careful to hide her secret fleshy treasures, and slid off the bed. She released the man from his bonds.
He walked into the ornate, marble bathroom, and showered. When he was finished dressing, he took out his wallet, and put fifty dollars on the dresser.
"Next week, same time?" he asked, timidly.
Lena, who was sitting again at the vanity, looked at him in the mirror.
"I don't know," she drawled. She smiled as she saw the look of consternation on the young, handsome man's face.
"Well, why? I don't understand, Lena. Do you want more money?"
"Oh, pooh! Do I look as if I need the money?"
"Oh, no, not at all. It's just that ... well, what do you want? What do I have to do to please you, to make you want to see me again?"
The young man walked over, and knelt down in front of the beautiful Lena, taking her soft white hand in his and pressing it to his lips.
"What can I do to make you love me?" he whispered, intensely.
Lena's eyes turned keen, as she gazed at her perfect features in the mirror. Then her exquisitely arched eyebrows rose slightly, as an idea seemed to occur to her.
"If you want to see me next week, Bart, then you have to procure a black man for me by Monday."
Bart stood up and gaped at her. "A black man! Why?" He threw his arms out to his side in bewilderment.
"Because I want one, and only because I want one!" Lena said, swinging on the vanity seat, to stare keenly at her admirer.
"I see," he said, backing away from the determined gaze of the beautiful women. He walked to the door, and then turned on his heel.
"I'll get one for you, Lena. I promise. I'll see you next Thursday."
"You can see me next Thursday if you get me a black man. And he'd better be nice!"
She heard Bart's footsteps going down the stairs. He let himself out, and Lena made the bed again, changing the sheets, and then took a shower and dressed.
Since she had no more visitors for Thursday, it being a light day, she could resume the common, dull life of an ordinary housewife.
CHAPTER TWO
William Sanders was frowning at some papers on the large mahogany desk in his office.
He had a hard-on.
It never failed! Whenever Alice, one of the work-study students, was doing his clerical work, as she was today, William got a hard-on. She had the most beautiful tits, and the sassiest ass he had ever seen, and William, being a teacher of the English language, as well as head of the Department of Medieval Literature, was not one to use such words lightly.
William was madly in love with his wife. In fact, William felt that he loved his wife too much, had become to dependent on her, needed her too much, and that had propelled him, about a year after their marriage, which to all intents and purposes was ideal, into his first affair.
He was too sophisticated, and too enamored of his job to become involved with the students in his own department, so he culled the young flesh on whom he vented his insatiable lusts, from other areas of study.
Alice was his latest fancy. And William appreciated her more than the others, because she was so incredibly competent. No matter how often they copulated, she seemed to get the work down.
Through the heavy wooden door, William heard Alice's typewriter, tripping with a mechanical rhythm that wasn't entirely unpleasing to a man who was grossly offended with most of the modem styles of architecture (barring Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings), who hated the ugliness of mechanized life, the modem supermarkets, the depersonalization of life.
William had shocked many people at dinner parties by stating frankly that he'd rather see a few more beggars dying in the streets, than have to suffer being sacrificed on the altar of the Moloch of Mediocrity; that a beggar was a beggar, whether they wore good clothes and stood in line to get a check which came out of his pocket book, or whether they sat stinking, on a street comer with a tin cup!
William was a superb teacher, and an exquisitely demanding one. The attrition rate in his classes was high. But Doctor William Sanders had an international reputation for scholarship, and a national reputation for turning out the best scholars in the country.
There was a knock on the door, and Alice swung in, with a pile of papers in her hand.
"Want to read these and sign them?" she asked, bouncing over to the desk, her braless tits bouncing deliciously in her thin blouse.
William leaned back, and looked at her.
Alice winked.
"You're a bold tart," he said.
"The better to cope with a randy man," Alice said, moving behind the desk, and sitting on his lap.
"Oooh!" she murmured, wriggling her soft round buns against his hard man flesh. "Doctor Sanders, what a hard-on you have!"
"The better to fuck you with, my dear," he said, reaching up to gently tweak one pert nipple, which pressed against the silky fabric of her blouse.
"Oh, for the days of Henry VIII!" he gasped.
"Doctor Sanders!" Alice said reprovingly, "I have just been reading that Henry VIII had the clap! Now, if you lived in his time and got the clap you couldn't be cured. Just think what modem science has done for humanity!"
"My dear, modem science has wreaked more havoc with the ecology of the human body than the Enola Gay wreaked on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, when the bomb dropped from the belly of the plane!"
"Just the same, I like knowing there's penicillin around," Alice said, leaning against William's chest, and pressing her tit against his shirt. "Did you know that they called syphilis 'The English Disease'?"
"The French called syphilis the English Disease," .William corrected her. "The English called it the French Disease, and never forget, my dear, that it was the Spanish who left it as a legacy of their conquest among the American Indian."
Alice gaped. "It's amazing what I learn when I'm around you," she said, sticking her tongue out at him, and flicking it around his full, sensual mouth.
William moaned, and covered her mouth with his, jabbing his tongue hungrily into her wet, warm oral cavity. Alice responded, turning her upper torso around to rub' her excited tits harder against the professor's chest.
Against her tight tit, she could feel William's heart hammering wildly, and her pussy cream started to melt and flow down her eager, hot fuck hole.
"Mmmm!" she murmured against his mouth.
William pushed her away from him gently.
"Go lock the door," he said, his voice low, gravelly with passion. Alice got up and walked to the door, and William felt his cock lurch as he watched her ass buns undulating perkily as she walked to the door and then locked it.
She swung, and pressed her back against the door, her hips arched outward.
Behind his desk, William undid his pants, and dropped them to his ankles, arching his hips up to work his jockey shorts over his erect and throbbing peter.
"Come here, you gorgeous creature!" he said, huskily.
Alice started to saunter, her hips swaying with an undulating motion which was almost liquid in its smoothness over to the desk. As she moved toward the desk, she carefully unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it behind her, shrugging her soft white shoulders with a graceful gesture, to shuck the blouse off. It floated in a brightly colored cloud, to the Oriental rug.
Then her hands moved to her skirt, to the button on the side.
William felt more blood rush to his turgid member, as he gazed at the sexy blonde girl.
She released the button on her skirt, and it fell softly to her ankles. She stepped lightly out of it.
At the desk, she hooked her slender hands into the waistband of her panty hose, and with a smooth motion, slipped them down over her slender haunches.
Her tits swayed sexily with her motions, the nipples puckered and prominent on her melon-shaped mounds.
Her belly undulated with her passion-excited breathing. She walked around behind the desk, until she was standing in front of William's swivel chair.
She looked down at his massive fuck rod, and licked her lips.
William's hands came up and hooked into the elastic waist band of her brightly colored panties, and pulled them down over her hips. His breath hissed through his teeth as he inhaled sharply when he saw her lushly-covered golden pubic mound.
He pushed the pants over her slender thighs to her knees, and then released his fingers. The panties dropped to her ankles.
Alice straddled William's long, elegantly shaped, muscular thighs. As she spread her legs, her outer, plump white pussy lips parted, revealing the delicately-hued inner twat meat. It swelled with her growing excitement, as she moved in until her furry muff was right in front of William's throbbing cock.
William reached down, and parted her pussy lips more. The pink, glistening inner folds blossomed at his touch, and William could just barely detect the throbbing of her passion in the rapidly swelling meat. He inhaled of her clean, musky fragrance, and felt his balls contract painfully with desire.
"I want to stuff my cock into your cunt," he gasped.
"I want to feel your prick ramming into my pussy," Alice said, enjoying the salacious conversation. What made it doubly titillating to Alice was that, frequently, the Professor's conversation with her sent her scurrying to a dictionary, and to hear this cultivated, brilliant man reduced to the gut essentials of a fucking vocabulary made her feel special, made her feel as if she had a certain power over him.
She moaned as she reached down and grasped the Professor's thick, huge cock in her hand, feeling its pulsing strength against her sweaty palm, the warmth of the thick rod permeating her hand and shooting up her arm.
She shivered, and placed his drooling cock head at the entrance to her dripping twat.
Doctor William Sanders had the biggest cock Alice had ever seen. What turned her on even more about her little affair with the Professor was the fact that Alice thought his wife was the sexiest woman she had ever met. The two of them were an eye-full together, both of them handsome and sexy-looking.
"Ahh!" William gasped, as he felt Alice spearing herself on his huge pulsing fuck rod.
Alice's cunt was wet and hot and ready, and his massive mauler slipped easily into her well-greased cunt.
She wriggled downward, feeling his thick peter spread her pussy walls wide. Her cunt syrup welled up and trickled down in hot turgid streams, coating his cock as it slithered wetly into her fuck hole.
Her breathing became harsh and shallow, as her passion built. She felt the pressure increase, as the Professor's cock plugged her pussy tightly. Against the walls of her snatch, his throbbing shaft throbbed wildly, adding to the fleshy joy which had coursed through Alice's body.
William's hands ran up and down the soft flesh of Alice's trembling thighs. He felt her wetness, as she sucked in more and more of his shaft. Her pussy walls closed in around his cock, massaging the pulsing fuck shaft, sucking at his tumescent peter, raising the fever of his lust to an almost insuperable pitch.
The sweat gleamed on his forehead, as Alice lowered herself still more, impaling herself deeply on his fleshy nail.
"Ooooh!" she crooned, her eyes half-closed with bliss, as she captured all of William's cock in her throbbing twat. Against her swollen pussy meat William's wiry, thick pubic hairs pressed, tickling her, stimulating her clitoris.
She ground her muff in a circular motion around his hairy pubes, exciting her little love button even more, until it popped out of its fleshy sheath, and tingled wildly. It sent hot shoots of passion ripping through her body.
She started to hump up and down on the thick prick, rising on her haunches until on the thick bulbous cock head was lodged tightly in her cunt, and then pushing downward, feeling her pussy walls quiver with excitement as the fleshy fuck prod massaged her itching walls.
William's hands came up and started to knead her breasts. Alice was fascinated with the skill with which the Professor played with her tit-flesh. He seemed to know just where to move on her lovely mounds, seemed to know just how much pressure to apply to stimulate her tits to perfection.
Goose flesh started to rise on her smooth skin, as the Professor's hands kneaded her tits until they swelled with lustful pleasure, the nipples puckering so hard, that sharp tingling sensations of ecstasy poured from the full fleshy hillocks all through her body.
She rose and fell with more speed, her hips beginning to gyrate with more abandon, as the heat in her cunt rose, and the fire demanded to be put out.
Her ears rang with the blood pulsing violently through her beautiful young body. Her humping motions became more frenzied. She began to feel the wanton fingers of desire grip her mind, fogging its rational processes.
She concentrated on her cunt, on the cock which slid slickly in and out of her creaming pussy, easing the itch which had built to a maddening itch.
Her orgasm lowered in her belly, gripping her muscles, making her whole body taut with tingling, pre-orgasmic flashes of hot sensation. Her pussy cream flushed out of her well-stuffed cunt.
She looked down at her golden muff, as she raised her ass cheeks off the Professor's lap, watching the Professor's gleaming, passion-reddened cock appear, gleaming with her cunt honey.
The sight of it inflamed her senses even more. She placed her hands on the Professor's shoulders, to steady her humping body, and bounced up and down with increasing fury.
Her gorgeous tits bounced in the Professor's hands, as he rummaged around in the soft spongy flesh , pushing them up to watch the flesh overflow, and then pushing them down, and palming them. The heat from her tits was fantastic, and the way her nipples puckered to hard little cherry-red nubbins under his palm caused his sweat to flow more copiously.
His pubic hairs were matted with her pussy cream, which was flowing in lavish abundance from her ardent little cunt.
Alice felt her cuntal walls close in tightly around his cock. She felt that sweet, pre-orgasmic pain which signals release, and her hips went wild. Her ass buns slapped with fleshy noises up and down on the Professor's powerful, trembling hot thighs.
William threw his head back and gasped, as he felt his balls chum up their heavy load of frothing, steaming come juice. He felt the pressure increase in his cock, as the slimy load spurted through his massive shaft. His cock swelled to even greater size, pressing outward on Alice's tight little hot pussy, stretching her wider, as his cock discharged the first load of scum into her eager and waiting cunt.
Alice felt as if her cunt had turned into a gaping, sucking, voracious maw, as her cuntal muscles gripped hungrily at the cock which was spewing its load into her little honey box.
His juices mixed with her cream, and flowed in thick turgid streams down her convulsing fuck tunnel, and spilled out onto the forest of hairs which covered William's magnificent pubes.
The two of them ground into each other as their orgasms peaked, William's hips arching up off the leather seat, slamming his cock deeper into her wet and willing womanhood.
Alice rubbed her itching walls up and down, and gritted her teeth as the searing waves of pleasurable relief coursed through her.
She felt her orgasm peak. Her body writhed wildly, pinioned to William's prick, not ever wanting to let it go. She shuddered as her orgasm started to subside, and the convulsions in her body faded away into pleasant little ripples, which were like mini-orgasms.
With a great sigh, her body relaxed, glowing with post-orgasmic bliss. She leaned her head forward on William's shoulder, and bit into it, just enough to slightly dent his skin with her strong white teeth.
"Ouch!" William barked. His cock lurched and then started to dwindle in her cunt.
"For that you pay a forfeit," William said, his eyes gleaming wildly.
Again Alice felt a great gushing of her cuntal juices. She squeezed her ass muscles together with anticipatory excitement. She knew what that meant.
William let his cock subside a little more, and then pulled her off his body.
His cock was still a remarkable size, semi-erect, and still throbbing. It was sticky-wet, coated with her come cream.
With one swift motion, he had bent Alice over his knees. Alice moaned, and mashed her sticky-wet, still swollen pussy meat into the long, lean thigh.
"Ouch! Eeee!" she squealed, as the Professor's hand came down in a stinging blow on her buttocks. She looked over her shoulder, and watched as her rounded ass buns jiggled with each slap that the Professor delivered.
And as the heat built in her spanked ass, deliciously filling her with stinging pleasurable sensations, Alice experienced another mini-orgasm. As her pussy juices gushed out of her quivering cunt, the Professor increased the force of the blows he landed on her ass, while she squirmed and wriggled on his knees, getting off on humping into his warm strong flesh.
Her body relaxed again, and she collapsed limply over his knees. William stopped spanking her, and sat her up, letting her catch her breath before he pushed her Off his knee.
"Enough of this nonsense," he said, as he put on his shorts and trousers, "There's work to do.
Alice dressed on her way to the door. At the door, her hand on the knob, which she was rubbing in a most suggestive manner, she turned and puckered up her mouth sexily, making a wet sucking sound.
"I'll take you up on it, after you finish that report that I need for The American Journal of Literature. Their deadline is next Wednesday, so it should be in the mail tonight."
"Yes, sir!" Alice husked, unlocking the door, and leaving the room, closing it carefully behind her.
With his cock tingling wildly, he read the letters and signed them. As usual, they were letter perfect.
His admiration for the young girl grew.
His thoughts went to his wife, and again, his cock started to burgeon with passion.
He couldn't understand it. How he could be so madly in love with her, fuck her every night, and still carry on his affairs.
He felt guilty about them sometimes, when he walked home. All his sexual activity simply greased him for more action, and the sight and smell and the feel of his wife in his arms, when he greeted her each night, was enough to give him a raging hard-on.
He winced, as he suddenly remembered that his mother was coming to dinner, his possessive, nagging, demanding mother, who, since her husband had died, was trying to use her son as a surrogate husband.
One night he had told his wife, after she had left, that he supposed he could calm her down by raping her.
Lena had initially been shocked at the suggestion, throwing the word, "incest" at him, as if it had the same connotation as "murder."
William cited the historical incidences of incest, starting with the Bible. A week later, Lena had suggested what she had barely been able to consider the week before, after another painful dinner.
William licked his lips, glad for Alice's mouth which would service his now fully erect cock readily, and with talent and enthusiasm. At the same time he thought of the lamb dinner.
William liked lamb. That would be one compensation for having to put up with several hours of his seductive mother's company.
CHAPTER THREE
Lena was enormously excited. Bart had called her Friday afternoon, to tell her that he had found a beautiful black man for her. His name was Paul.
"I hope he understands the game!" Lena had exclaimed.
"Of course, Lena. He's very anxious to meet you. Shall I have him call you this afternoon, later?"
"Yes. I'll wait for his call."
Lena had plenty to do in the house. William had said she could hire the services of a maid any time she wanted. Lena did hire a maid once in awhile, when she had a large dinner party, but it helped to cut into the long boring hours to do her own housekeeping, and Lena was particularly proud of their home.
It had been painstakingly furnished. Both Lena and her husband had a passion for antiques. They shopped carefully, and bought an old-fashioned house for a song, because no one wanted it.
It was considered a white elephant in the neighborhood, and it had stood empty for years.
When the young couple had moved in, there was no modem plumbing and no central heating.
It was an old castle which had been shipped over piecemeal by an old eccentric art collector, from Germany, and reassembled on the land on which it now stood. The town had been considering buying it from the deceased art collector's estate and turning it into a museum.
William had used his connections and managed to acquire the property for a sum which he considered to be more than reasonable.
The gorgeous home was now considered to be prime real estate.
Working arduously, saving their money, and frequently doing the work themselves, the young couple had refurbished the old castle, repairing the facade and the leaded panes in the casement windows, not to mention the stained glass windows in the two central rooms on the first floor.
The plumbing was their first concern. The bathrooms had been decorated elegantly, and the kitchen was a dream for a cook.
Since the couple eventually planned to have a family, Lena had insisted that the staircases, with their ornately carved marble banisters, be given special care.
"What on earth for? The staircases can wait. We have a lot of structural work to do," William had said.
"Not on your life! They're perfect for children to slide down, and I will not have our children breaking arms and legs because the bannisters are weak!"
William had laughed and conceded the point.
As she was dusting the rosewood coffee table, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"This is Paul Jameson. I'm a friend of Bart Thompson's. May I speak to Lena?"
"You're talking to her," Lena said. Her hand went to her thickly-furred muff, and she began to rub softly up and down.
"I-uhh! I'd love to make your acquaintance, ma'am. Bart has told me all about you, and it would be an honor."
"Well, I don't know." Lena said, her face wreathed in a sensual smile. "Why would you want to see me."
"I've been told that you are beautiful and brilliant and marvelous, and that you would be good for me. Please, ma'am? Would you do me the honor?"
Lena sighed. "I'm very busy, you know."
"Oh ... uhh, yes, of course your time is valuable."
"However, if you can come Monday, about eleven in the morning?"
"I'll be there!" the man said.
Lena could hear his breathing, heavy, full of desire, and her panties rapidly became a soggy mass, as her desire flowed from her in thick streams.
"Do you have the address?"
"Yes," the man said, repeating the address which Bart had given him.
"I'll see you at eleven, then. Oh, and I do not tolerate lateness, nor do I appreciate someone's coming beforehand."
'Thank you, Lena. I'll be prompt," the man said. His voice was so deep and resonant, almost as if he were used to authority. But he was so humble with Lena. And that was the way Lena loved it.
She finished cleaning the first floor of her castle, and then started the supper.
While the lamb was roasting in the oven, she went up to shower, and change her clothes.
She came down wearing a black satin gown, cut low in the front. Into her dark hair she put two gardenias.
Lena loved fresh flowers and the house was always bright with them. Everything glowed beautifully, and there was a small fire going in the massive fire-place of the living room.
She heard William's key in the lock, and she quickly got his martini mix out of the refrigerator When he had deposited his briefcase in his large study, and walked out into the massive central hall, Lena was gliding toward him with the icy glass.
William's cock lurched in his pants, and his sharp intake of breath at the loveliness of his wife hissed loudly.
"You're gorgeous," he murmured appreciatively, accepting the martini, and walking with her to the warm living room which glowed with the gleaming wood, and the beautiful antiques.
"This place just looks too beautiful for Mother," William said, casting a fond eye over the room which was so well cared for.
"I don't do it for your mother, darling. I do it for us, and Mother isn't the only one coming for dinner."
William arched one saturnine eye, and then took in the meaning of his wife's dress.
"You mean I have to dress for dinner, for my mother?"
Lena eased her long, perfectly contoured body into a handsome mahogany armchair with gold-appliqu'd suede cushions.
"No, you could dress for me, and for Rudolph Mercer."
"Rudie!" William's expression went from surprise, to bewilderment, to amusement and he started to laugh.
"Rudie called to find out if we could get together this weekend. I said I would have to talk to you, but mentioned that I was having lamb for supper, which happens to be his favorite dish.
"I also mentioned that he was more than welcome, since we were having a small family dinner with just your lovely mother present."
"I don't think that Rudolph will consider that invitation a favor at the end of the evening."
"William, you dislike your mother so much, that I think you don't understand that she's still an attractive, young-ish woman, as Rudolph is an attractive, young-ish man, and that there is the possibility we can get her off your hands, in addition to mellowing her out somewhat."
"True, true," William said, putting down his martini, and going toward the stairs. "In honor of the occasion, I shall change."
"I laid out your tux, dear, and the bathroom is all ready for you."
"Thank you, darling," William said, sincerely. He considered himself to be quite fortunate to have a wife who was beautiful, sexual active, and also very efficient.
While William was dressing for dinner, Mrs. Sanders rang the bell. Lena opened the door, smiling at her.
She was a handsome woman, and William obviously took after her. She kept her hair dyed, and her face was smooth, relatively free from wrinkles. She had kept her figure intact, too.
But her good humor was virtually non-existent.
Lena had called her and told her that the occasion was going to be special, and that Harriet Sanders was to dress.
Harriet did not like the idea at all, but Lena insisted in her firm, but low-key way, citing her mother-in-law's complaint that she was being neglected.
"Good evening, Harriet. Come in," Lena said stepping backward to let Harriet into the room.
Harriet flicked an appraising critical eye over the gleaming hall, the glowing woodwork, the flawlessly waxed hardwood floors.
Lena took her coat, and put it in the hall closet, and then invited her mother into the glowing living room.
Harriet's bad temper seemed to deepen. There was nothing in Lena's housekeeping worth criticizing, and Harriet was intelligent enough, for all her jealousy of her daughter-in-law, to understand this.
"Isn't that dress a little too low-cut?" Harriet asked, when Lena served her a cocktail.
"No, Harriet, it's not," Lena said, wishing she would cope with his possessive mother with more aplomb.
"What does William think?"
"He likes it!"
The doorbell rang again, and Lena let in Rudolph. Rudie was tall with dark brown hair turning gray at the temples. He was a bull of a man, who liked to classify himself as a "publican." He owned his own bar, and was very comfortably well off.
He was also a very literate man with decided opinions. Lena and William always enjoyed his company, and he managed to get into very spirited conversations about the merits and demerits of current literature, as well as classical writings.
He was a superb psychologist, with a penchant for eliciting either the best in people, or the worst, and he enjoyed doing both.
He was a must at any dinner party which Lena and William gave.
He walked into the room as if he owned it, and went to the bar, while Lena with malice aforethought took his coat to hang it in the closet.
"Good evening, madame. I am Rudolph Mercer. And you?"
Harriet Sanders glared at him. It was obvious she had not expected company for dinner. Harriet wanted to talk to her son.
With ill-concealed irritation, she introduced herself.
"May I freshen your drink for you?" Rudie asked, coming out from behind the elegant bar, which used to be an altar in an old Tuscan Church, and standing in front of the woman, also with malice aforethought. Rudie had sensed the hostility right away.
"No, thank you," the woman said, clenching her glass, which was indeed almost empty.
"Oh, but madame," Rudie said, his tone of voice, and manners impeccable, if his intentions weren't, "your glass is empty. We cannot allow that!"
With a firmness which definitely intimidated the self-willed, capricious woman, he took the glass from her and sniffed it.
Harriet had no intention of telling him what she drank. She was too used to making her own decisions, and she had been all her life, a spoiled rotten woman.
"Ahh," Lena said lightly, as she glided into the room, "I see you two have become acquainted."
Rudie accurately filled Harriet's drink, and brought it to her, as William walked into the room.
The dinner, as far as William and Lena and Rudie were concerned, was superb. The food was done perfectly, as usual, and the conversation was more than scintillating; it developed sexual overtones, as Rudie pursued and obviously wooed Harriet.
William for once was in good humor, delighted with his wife's clever idea; delighted with the obvious discomfiture of his mother, who couldn't get a word in edgewise to her son, aside from her opening greeting.
"You look thinner, William. Are you eating right?" she had asked, as William walked into the room, elegant in his tuxedo.
"I'm eating better than I ever have in my life, Mother," William had said, not without an edge which Lena correctly assessed to be an intent to put his mother down.
When dinner was over, and the four were having brandy and coffee in the living room, Harriet, annoyed, and desperate to get her son's undivided attention, made known her intentions to leave.
Traditionally, William drove her home, an agony to him, since his mother would sit in the parked car, outside her home, and talk to him for hours, making plans, and being forthright about her opinions, generally trying to get William to pay more attention to him.
William was delighted, when Rudie with genuine alacrity stood up and announced that he would drive the charming lady home.
"No, thank you," Harriet said icily. "My son always drives me home."
'Tonight, I shall drive you home," Rudie said, as Lena, her green eyes sparkling brilliantly, went to get their coats.
"Oh, no thank you," the woman huffed, her good manners held barely in check, as her irritation increased. "You are most kind, but I wouldn't put you out of your way."
"Madame," Rudie said, refusing to be dissuaded, "I refuse to consider the honor of your delightful company an intrusion, or any form of inconvenience whatsoever. I insist on driving you home."
Harriet's mouth opened. She turned, almost pleadingly, to her son.
Rudie bowed to William. "William, I insist on the honor of escorting your divine mother home. I will consider it a gross act of inhospitality if you do not allow me the pleasure."
Lena's eyes were gleaming with unshed tears of laughter. Her face was slightly pink, and the dimple played dangerously on her cheek as she tried to restrain her laughter.
"Very well, Rudie, if you insist, I shall entrust my mother to your competent care."
Lena assisted Rudie into his coat, and he in turn, assisted Harriet into her coat.
"But William...!" Harriet said, turning to her son. "I would rather go home with you."
William said nothing, as Rudie, still talking in his unfailingly cultured and good-natured way, hooked his arm through Harriet's arm, and propelled her toward the massive arched door of the Sanders castle.
"Good night, Mother," William said, pecking her quickly on the cheek. "It's been most enjoyable."
"Good night, Harriet. Thank you for coming," Lena said, folding her two arms through her husband's arm, and leaning on him.
Spluttering, incredibly frustrated, Harriet was ushered out the door, and into Rudie's car.
The couple stood, framed in the golden light of the open door, waving goodbye until the car turned the comer.
Then, and only then, did they close the door, and give vent to the almost hysterical laughter which welled up in them.
William grabbed his wife, and hugged her, his body shaking with laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"You're brilliant, Lena," he finally gasped, wiping away the tears on his cheek. "I never in a million years would have thought of it."
"It was a good idea, wasn't it?" Lena laughed. "We'll have to do it more often. I wonder who else would be impervious to your mother's tart temper?"
"I don't think we have too many male acquaintances who are such dyed-in-the-wool old-fashioned gentlemen!" William laughed.
Lena pressed her muff into her husband's burgeoning loins, feeling the throbbing lump in his crotch. She rubbed against it, sighing with anticipated pleasure.
William leaned down, and covered his wife's mouth with a passionate kiss. Lena sagged against his body, feeling her desire for him build. She felt her husband's tongue snake between her teeth, and her pussy started to flow heavily with the juices of her desire.
"Come on," William whispered softly to his wife. "I'll help you do the dishes."
"They're already in the dishwasher," Lena murmured. "Let's just clean up the living room, and then we can go to bed."
Lena closed her eyes. She was lying on the bed, her cunt stuffed with her husband's cock. He thrust in and out of her with deep strokes.
Lena loved her husband's peter. It was thick and long, and he was an ardent and skilled lover.
Added to her excitement, as her husband fucked her, was the knowledge of her session in the morning, with Ernest.
She moaned, feeling the fever build in her cunt, and as her husband dipped his wick deep into her teeming honey pot, Lena's mind went back to Ernest.
When Ernest had come to the door, at nine-thirty, Lena had been waiting for him. She had opened the door, standing behind it.
Ernest had gasped when he saw the lovely dominatrix. She was wearing a white leather corset, which hugged her breasts, but did not cover them. Her pink nipples, which she had rouged gleamed seductively on her passion-swollen tit mounds.
The corset, laced with red leather thongs, t stopped just shy of her thickly furred blonde muff. Between her plump white outer lips, her swollen, tumescent pink inner meat glistened luridly.
She had on a red half-mask, and knee-high red boots, with very high heels, and very pointed toes.
She stared coolly at Ernest's crotch, which was beginning to display a tell-tale bulge.
"You-you look fantastic, Lena," he gasped.
"Of course, you shitty male bitch. How did you expect me to look?" Lena snarled.
"Oh, you always look fantastic, you just look, well, interesting." Lena started to walk forward, her high heels beating an intimidating tattoo on the hardwood floor of the hall.
She pointed, a long, red leather whip in her hands to the graceful central stairway.
"Up!" she commanded.
Ernest almost ran up the stairs, but not before Lena caught him in his ass with the toe of her pointed red boot.
"Owww!" Ernest had gasped, stumbling on the stair. Lena kicked him again.
"You clumsy fool!" she snarled.
"Oh, yes, I am a clumsy fool, Lena. I'm sorry!" Ernest said, his voice breathy with excitement and fear.
Lena felt the come juices staining the inside of her thighs.
She moaned, feeling her husband's cock slithering in and out of her cunt, massaging her itching, insatiable pussy walls, and her mind receded again to the sensual riot in which she had indulged on this very bed in the morning.
Initially, when Lena had got her great idea for passing the time of day while her husband pursued his career, she had not used the great brass bed on which they were rutting now. She had used the guest room.
But then, one day, she had used it, and ever after, the events which unfolded on the bed became an added erotic element when she made love to her husband, as she was doing now.
She had whipped Ernest up the stairs, occasionally delivering a well-aimed kick to his quivering haunches.
When he was in the bedroom, Lena had cracked her whip again.
"Get undressed, you clumsy, stupid fool," she had snarled.
Ernest had almost ripped his clothes off in his frenzied eagerness to obey the woman who kept torturing him.
With every blow of her foot, or the lash which she had in her hand, Lena's excitement grew.
And so did Ernest's excitement grow. When he removed his jockey shorts, his penis was erect and throbbing violently.
Lena snickered. "Look at that!" she said, sneering, and pointing at his respectable seven and a half inches of pulsing man meat.. "You call that a cock?"
Ernest looked down at it, and the both of them, concentrating on his magnificent manhood, watched it throb to greater size.
"N-nooo," Ernest drawled, his manly, sensuous mouth quivering with impending tears, "I-I guess it isn't very much for someone like you."
"It certainly isn't," Lena had said. With her red whip she pointed to the bed.
"Go lie down!" she barked.
She felt her pussy muscles contracting with delicious little spasms of pleasure, as the big, burly man did as he was told.
Lena got up on the bed, and sat, facing the man, on the footboard, spreading her legs wide, revealing the swollen flower-like folds of her passionate pussy meat.
Ernest grunted, as he stared at her beautiful cunt. His hand went to his cock, and he gripped his raging phallus.
Lena brought the red leather whip down on his hand with a sharp blow. Ernest pulled his hand away. He winced as the pain of his hungry balls filled him.
"You're indecent," Lena sneered. "With such a miserable little cock like that, you have no reason to act as excited as a real man would act."
His powerfully-built chest heaved with the hot anguish which ripped through him, and Lena's cunt cream poured hotly out of her quivering quim as she watched the agony she was putting him through.
"Please, Lena, don't torture me like this," the agonized man begged. The tears welled up in his eyes, and his hand again went to his raging peter.
Again Lena brought the whip down on his hand. She got up from the bed, and went to her secret cache, bringing out leather straps, which she roughly tied to his wrists, securing his hands behind his back.
Then she made him lie on his bound hands. The man winced at the strain created in his wrenched shoulders.
His cock bobbed luridly, as the blood continued to flow into it, signaling his immense desire for the beautiful woman who was torturing him so cruelly. Both of them knew that the meaner the lovely blonde got, the more intense was the pleasure both of them experienced.
Lena felt her desire intensify until it was a pain which gnawed at her entrails. Her pussy juices flowed in copious opaque floods from her hot gaping maw.
"Sit up!" she commanded.
Ernest sat up with difficulty, each move causing more pain from his over-full and long-denied balls to thrill through him.
With the whip still in her hand, Lena lay down on her back, and, raising her knees upward, she spread her legs.
"Fuck me," she demanded.
Ernest gulped. With his arms tied behind his back, that was a large order! And the seeming impossibility of the task, the cruel demand, heightened his lust to a fiery rage that would hear of no answer but consummation in the magnificent cunt laid bare to him.
Panting, his body limned with sweat, Ernest hoisted himself up on the bed, and began to worm himself forward on his stomach, wincing at the pain in his cock which was now pressed downward against his hot and horny balls.
He groaned, as he started to work his way upward, squirming over Lena's warm, trembling flesh, each new movement increasing his desire with the sensual contact he made with her body.
Her felt her belly heaving gently under his trembling belly, as he squirmed up her body, stopping momentarily only to lick at her magnificent boobs, which were displayed to such advantage in the corset she wore.
As he wormed his way up her body, Lena moaned, and started to writhe under him. Finally, she felt his erect cock pressing against her swollen pussy meat, which pouted passionately below her plump white outer lips.
She gasped at the hot pleasure she felt when his male flesh rubbed against her tumescent twat meat, and wondered if she were not giving herself needless agony by prolonging the game beyond the point where either of them could endure it.
Exquisite thrills of pleasure ripped through her, as Ernest squirmed, and humped on her body. He managed finally to get the drooling hot bulbous head of his cock pressed against her quivering fuck tunnel, by arching his muscular, magnificent buttocks high in the air.
He grunted gutturally, and his buttocks muscles contracted magnificently, a study in unleashed power, as he thrust inward, almost brutally, so frantic had his sexual rage made him.
"Ahhh!" Lena gasped, as she felt his huge, hot cock thrust into her. Her pussy walls closed around the thick rod of man meat, welcoming the fleshy intrusion by quivering with sensual bliss, as his thick snake pried inward, hungry to reach the depths of her teeming womanhood.
Lena almost came immediately, but she held back her orgasm, quivering with hot ecstasy, waiting to feel Ernest's huge cock move in her juicy snatch.
Lena's titties were flattened against Ernest's chest as it pressed into her. She rubbed her boobs against his sweating chest, feeling his heart beat wildly against her tit.
Ernest started to move in her. His cock, from the long-delayed gratification was slightly numbed. Breathing heavily, he moved in and out of her tight, boiling little twat.
Lena's hips arched upward softly, sensually, grinding her pussy meat wide open against his hairy pubes. They were soon matted with her come juices.
Against the itching walls of her pussy, Lena felt Ernest's cock rub, massaging the maddening itch, bringing her orgasm higher and higher.
Ernest's humping became more and more frenzied.
Lena's moans became louder, more prolonged as her lust became a raging fire that demanded quenching. Her twat syrup rolled lavishly out of her cunt, coating Ernest's cock.
The wetter their sex flesh became, the louder were the sucking, slurping noises as their genitals rubbed together.
Ernest's cock was like a flint, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through Lena's body.
"Ohhh, ohhh!" she gasped, her face becoming distorted and twisted with her lust.
Ernest's grunts, as he pistoned in and out of her cunt, became wilder, more guttural.
Lena felt his cock swell in her cunt. Because he could not use his hands to brace himself, his body was pressed tightly into Lena's. The pressure of his full weight on her body sent more lustful thrills of hot bliss racing through her.
Lena writhed and wriggled madly losing all rational control of her body, as her orgasm built.
The soft rippling in her cunt became a wild, spastic tom-tom of pulsations which gripped at Ernest's hard-thrusting organ, sucking the juices out of his raging balls.
Lena, in her frenzy, started to slap Ernest lightly on his arching buttocks. Ernest loved it! His humping motions became harder, faster, as he dipped his wick deeply into Lena's oily pot.
She screamed and continued her beating, the orgasm rising violently in her quivering hot belly.
She threw her arms around her husband's neck. The memory of her wild afternoon with Ernest had added a fillip to her orgasm, which sent her into writhing convulsions under her husband's body.
Her husband's cock dug deeply, greedily, into the depths of her womanhood. Lena, writhing madly, squealing as if her throat were being cut, felt her cuntal walls sucking against her husband's thick hard cock.
She felt the first flush of her husband's gism against the teeming walls of her pussy. Her orgasm pitched her even higher into the lust sea of pleasure. Lena felt as if she were drowning in come, her own and her husband's.
His juices mixed hotly and thickly with her own, and dribbled out of her well-stuffed hole onto the bed beneath her writhing ass.
"Ahhh!" her husband gasped, as he thrust inward, digging deeper into her fuck hole than ever. He spewed the last of his spunk into her, and then his warm, strong body collapsed on top of hers.
Lena writhed a little more, impaled on her husband's gorgeous cock, and then her body, too, collapsed. She felt the delicious pressure of her husband's weight digging her into the bed. She felt the warm throbbing pressure of her post-orgasmic glow.
Her husband kissed her wetly on her cheek, biting softly into her soft skin gently.
"You were wonderful!" he gasped.
Lena rubbed her warm and sweaty cheek against the warm, stubbly, sweaty cheek of her husband and moaned.
She realized that all her day-time, extra-curricular activity did indeed grease her for more action with her husband.
Lena and William had a marvelous relationship, and an extra-good sexual relationship. The sex, always good, seemed to get better. Lena knew she was better, more ardent, and more skilled as she experimented in her daytime forays into the realm of sex, but it seemed to her that her husband was better at it.
"I hope Rudie fucks your mother," Lena sighed softly, curling into her husband's warm, throbbing chest, as he slid off her to make her breathing easier.
Her husband pulled her close, and his head nestled into the pillow, as he started to drift off to sleep.
"She should be fucked. That's what's wrong with her! I swear if Rudie doesn't do it, I'm going to, just to get her off my back!"
Lena laughed, and fell asleep, her husband's cock still planted in the wet meadow of her womanhood.
CHAPTER FOUR
Harriet loved being alone with her son.
She did not like being alone with any other man. and she had assiduously avoided being alone with any other man since her dear, sainted husband had departed from this world.
There had been no one in the world like her Irving-no one, except possibly, her son William.
Harriet had wanted to name her son after her husband. Her husband refused. He wanted his son named after his father.
And so it was that William was baptized with his grandfather's given name.
She felt not a little betrayed by William for his refusal to take her home.
Harriet peered through the car window nervously. She had given Rudie her address, but he seemed to be going astray.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her anxiety written on her face.
"To my house," Rudie purred softly, smiling at her. "For a little night cap."
"Please take me home," Harriet said, her voice just slightly tremulous.
"Of course, my pet. After we have our nightcap."
Rudie pulled up in front of a very attractive ranch house, set back a way from the road.
He turned off the engine, and the lights, and got out of the car. Going around to the passenger side, he opened the door, and smilingly offered his hand to assist Harriet out of the car.
Not even when her darling Irving had been alive, had she ever been so thwarted in her desires.
She huffed at Rudie as she got out of the car, thoroughly intimidated by her sense that the man meant business, as well as by Rudie's unfailing courtesy and cheerfulness.
She longed to scream at him, to slap his face, to tell him to take her home or else!
But something prohibited her from doing so.
She walked up the long, graceful flagstone walk, lined with boxwood hedges, and stopped at the door.
Rudie unlocked and opened the door for Harriet, and as she stepped into the handsome, well-decorated house, she was surprised to discover that her pussy was creaming wildly.
She shivered slightly at the stark reminder that she was still a woman, in spite of her vow to remain faithful to the memory of her dear departed Irving.
Her self-imposed celibacy had necessitated the purchase of a dildo. Harriet had tried everything.
Her marriage to her husband had been good, sexually as well as emotionally, and she certainly missed her husband's cock. But Harriet didn't want to admit that another cock would certainly feel good.
Her teeth were on edge, as Rudie went to the bar in the corner of the well-appointed living room and poured her a drink.
They sat on the leather couch together, talking. Or rather, Rudie was doing most of the talking, Harriet maintaining an uneasy, and almost sullen silence. Rudie didn't seem to notice.
His hand came up and rested gently on the soft curve where Harriet's long, still-smooth, slender neck met her soft, still-slender shoulders.
She started, spilling a little of her drink.
"Oh, excuse me," she gasped, getting more and more upset, and more and more leery of Rudie.
"Oh, think nothing of it my cherub," Rudie purred, reaching over, and kissing Harriet on the cheek, very, very lightly. The touch of his full sensual lips was so light as to be only a hint of a touch? but so expertly applied that Harriet's facial flesh quivered, and she felt a light, sensuous sting where his lips had been.
She gripped the glass tightly, and squeezed her thighs together, feeling her pussy tingle.
She stood up suddenly, walked with all due deliberation over to the bar and slammed the glass down.
"Take me home!" she said, pulling her soft rosebud mouth into a firm straight line-an expression which her husband would at one time have stood up and taken notice of.
Rudie smiled and stood up, sauntering with a sexy, slightly swaying walk, his footsteps resounding with muffled steady tread on the heavy carpeting under him, and put his drink down on the bar.
"Of course, my angel. We shall go home any time you say."
His arms snaked out, and Harriet became aware of the power in his muscular arms, as he pulled her to him.
Harriet was reminded of Yul Brynner, in his younger, sexier days. When she was younger, she used to love his movies, which always made her cream wildly.
And here was this older man, charming, she had to admit, but not her husband, nonetheless, who was being impertinent.
She reached up, as she felt her muff being pressed into an extraordinarily large bulge in the man's pants, and slapped him lightly across his face. She didn't dare hit him harder, because she wasn't sure of his temper.
"You let me go this instant!" she gasped, her voice developing a strident edge.
"Of course, my lovely little rose," Rudie murmured, and Harriet felt one hand with infinite subtlety move up from her still firm, slender waist, to cup one of her pear-shaped tits.
Harriet's nipple puckered tightly at his touch, and the stimulated pink flesh sent sharp little ripples of pleasure tingling through her body.
She continued to struggle, and complain, but to Rudie every word she uttered was like an encouraging endearment, and his ardor increased.
Harriet's struggles against the powerful publican's body were the equivalent of her trying to topple the Colossus of Rhodes to his knees, but even as this knowledge took root in her irate mind, her struggles increased, driven on by her frustration and her anger at being thwarted.
Rudie's hand methodically unbuttoned her dress, starting with the top button, and moving downward expertly to her waist, where the old-fashioned dress ended in a belt.
As Rudie's hand worked downward on her buttons, Harriet tried to release one of her hands, to repair the exposure, by re-buttoning her blouse.
Rudie calmly pulled her hand away, and then gripped both her wrists behind her back with one of his large strong hands, pressing her hands into the small of her back, which brought her muff in contact with his still-covered man meat.
Harriet, attempting to avoid Rudie's hands, which had snaked into the soft fabric of her blouse, to knead one of her nipples between an expert thumb and forefinger, arched backward, which merely pressed her creaming cunt harder into Rudie's obviously erect and ready prick.
"This is an outrage!" she gasped, feeling her face flush with excitement.
"You have such beautiful boobs, my darling," Rudie gasped, pulling the blouse off her shoulders, until it gathered at her bent-backward elbows.
Harriet gasped, and struggled harder as Rudie's hand snaked behind her back and removed her bra with a skill she found well-nigh impossible to believe.
The very knowledge of his skill sent Harriet's heart pounding heavily against her rib cage.
Rudie's mouth found one of Harriet's tits, and he began to nurse on it, while the woman continued to struggle.
But now, her knees felt like they had melted to water, and her pussy cream, which had soaked her panties was now trickling in warm slimy streams down the soft inner flesh of her very firm thighs.
Her breathing was becoming raspy, and her ears rang with the excitement she felt. It was a bizarre mixture of anger, and frustration, mixed with a high sexual arousal that Harriet hadn't felt for a long, long time.
"You let me go!" Harriet screamed.
"Yes, dear," Rudie said, his voice guttural, as his mouth reached for her other tit. Harriet, in her struggles was humping with a degree of rhythmic tempo to which Rudie's groin was responding with answering humps.
Harriet was almost beside herself. It was as if she were arguing with a stone wall. Her strength was no match for the powerful man, and nothing she said proved effective in stopping the man from his intended course.
Rudie was grunting with a feral intensity now, that was not only driving Harriet sexually crazy, but was also infuriating her more. The combination only added to the overall sensual effect, and Harriet's basically erotic temperament started to get the best of her.
Rudie brought Harriet to her knees, and started to remove her skirt. He took the belt off her dress, and unzipped the skirt portion. He released her hands.
Harriet took that opportunity to hit Rudie on the face again, only this time she didn't pull her punches. Rudie merely smiled at her, and hit her back.
Harriet gasped, and screamed. Rudie did not seem disturbed at all. Harriet realized that her hips were doing things that her mind did not want them to do, undulating upward in a sexy dance of lust, which Rudie was watching, and obviously appreciating.
Rudie completely removed Harriet's blouse and then, using the belt from her dress, he tied her arms behind her back.
"You can't do this!" Harriet screamed wildly. "It's rape! Do you understand? Rape!"
Rudie's eyes gleamed, and as Harriet contemplated the ultimate degradation she could suffer, she was aware of a maddening itch in her cunt.
Very calmly, Rudie removed the rest of her clothes. Harriet lashed out with one of her bare legs, and caught Rudie on the side of the shoulder.
"Oh, my turtle dove," he murmured, "you shouldn't have done that!"
There was no more in his voice than a gentle rebuke, but Harriet's cunt creamed more heavily and started to trickle downward in the soft dimpled ridge of her ass crack, and her temper flared even more.
With a deft motion of his hand Rudie removed his leather belt, and rolled the bound Harriet over onto her belly.
Harriet's body was beautiful, her age notwithstanding. It was fully fleshed without being fat or flabby, in the least, and Harriet was careful to keep her figure intact.
Her skin was white as marble, and smooth as velvet.
Rudie ran his hands up and down her back, cupping her soft, firm ass cheeks.
Harriet moaned, and tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks. Her soft white hands clenched tightly in the bonds that pinioned them to her back.
"Aiiee!" she squealed as she felt the leather belt planted firmly on her backside. She turned around, horrified, to see the faint red welt rise on her flawless skin.
Then she looked with a growing fear and awe at the still-smiling man, who was just now bringing the belt down on her luscious bottom again.
Again Harriet screamed as she felt the sharp kiss of the leather. The leather belt hissed through the air, and Harriet winced at the sound, again gasping as she felt the burning welt start to rise from the third blow.
She started to struggle madly, her muff grinding into the thickly shagged rug, her pussy cream flowing even more lavishly out of her cunt, in spite of her indignation.
Rudie brought the belt down several more times, and then dropped it, and caressed her stinging buttocks, cooing at her.
"Now that we understand each other, my lovely little pussy, we can get down to business," he whispered, rolling her over, and kissing her soft, warm, trembling body.
Harriet moaned, her lovely head rolling from side to side, as Rudie's mouth got closer and closer to her muff.
"You let me go!" she hissed, feeling her mouth go dry with the passion that had built to a powerful peak.
Rudie stood up, and looked down at her, his face filled with tender sentiments, and a warm smile of affection.
He began to get undressed.
Again Harriet started to writhe. Her face became red with her efforts to disengage her wrists from the belt. She rolled around and around on the floor, as Rudie's magnificent body became revealed.
His cock was huge. As he pulled down his jockey shorts, releasing the massive peter from its cotton prison. It popped upward, at right angles to his handsome, washboard belly.
Harriet was still rolling around on the rug, but her eyes were riveted on the pulsing prick which was now pointed at her, as Rudie strode toward her. The tip of his cock gleamed with a pearl-like drop of gism.
He knelt down, and grabbed Harriet's ankles, and spread her long slender legs wide apart, peering up at her pussy.
"Such a lovely little cunt," he purred, as Harriet again reminded him that he was perpetrating rape.
"You're raping me!" she screamed, trying to close her legs.
She couldn't. Rudie was now squatting on his haunches, between her outspread legs, and he was fingering her wet, throbbing, swollen muff.
"Oh, my beloved little pussy," he murmured, pulling his finger away. It was sticky wet with her juices, "you are ready for me.
Harriet blushed deeply. Her cunt was belying her struggles, and her protests. Rudie lay on top of her, and pressed his drooling cock head at the entrance to her creaming cunt.
"No!" Harriet said, becoming uncomfortably aware that she was trying to convince herself, and had certainly not deceived Rudie at all!
"No, no, noooo ... oooooohhh!" Harriet moaned, as Rudie's cock thrust strongly into her pussy hole, stretching her walls wide with its massive girth.
"Oh, you terrible man. I'm going to call the po-poliiice!" Harriet's hips arched upward, sucking more of the man's huge cock into her ardent, hungry twat.
Rudie thrust inward until his balls slapped against Harriet's quivering ass cheeks. Her shoulders ached from the strain of the bonds, but suddenly Harriet had no concern in the world except the hot cock stuffing her tight, long-unused cunt.
Her pussy juices rolled downward in a golden, steaming flood, coating Rudie's cock, as he started to move in her.
Bracing his body on his elbows, his magnificent, muscular buttocks arched upward f as he pulled his long, thick cock out to the throbbing tip, and then humped downward, pile-driving his cock deeply into Harriet's wet and quivering quim.
Harriet moaned again as she felt Rudie's chest flattening out her magnificent boobs. Her breasts were now swollen with her unbridled lust, and Harriet surrendered to Rudie's prick, feeling the walls of her pussy spread before the fleshy onslaught of his magnificent male sword, and then close in greedily around the hot, throbbing shaft, massaging it, sucking on it.
Her belly did flip-flops, and her entrails tensed, gripped in a delicious pre-orgasmic tension that increased the pressure of her need for release.
Rudie was being downright obscene, and his obscenities, uttered in that cultivated, I charming, and ever-mellifluous voice of his, excited Harriet to a frenzy, although her ( rational mind insisted that she was shocked at , the way he was talking to her.
"Oh, what a tight, wet nice little pussy you j have," Rudie murmured. "Feel my big cock rubbing against your sweet wet little pussy walls. Oh, what an angel you are ... such tits, such a cunt, such legs. Wrap your legs around my waist you gorgeous piece of ass...!"
Harriet tried to resist the urge to do so. She stiffened her legs and her mouth became set in that firm straight line which indicated that she was displeased.
But Rudie's cock, rubbing against her aroused pussy walls, easing the maddening itch which was driving Harriet crazy, was not to be denied.
Slowly, jerkily, almost against her will, her knees rose slightly, and she felt the shag rug beneath the soles of her feet.
Her toes were curled under from the pleasure which was coursing through her body. Her feet gripped at the rug, and she felt her cuntal walls gripping hungrily around Rudie's massive mauler. He plunged deeply into the teeming well of her lust again and again, each thrust driving more frenzy through Harriet.
She writhed like a mad woman under the hard-humping man, and felt her legs rise upward in the air. She wrapped her long legs around Rudie's undulating, sweating waist.
The new position exposed more of her swollen sticky-wet pussy meat to the stimulation of Rudie's hairy pubes. As he thrust inward, he ground the hairy base of his cock against her swollen, wide-open inner meat.
His wiry hairs tickled her already inflamed clitoris, which sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her overheated body.
Suddenly, Harriet was struggling with the belt binding her wrists, because her fingers itched to dig into Rudie's magnificent round, muscular buns. She watched them rise and fall, and her pussy juices gushed even more hotly around Rudie's fast pistoning cock.
"Oooh!" she groaned, her lovely haunches rippling as she writhed beneath Rudie, impaled deliciously on his insistent cock.
"Yes, my darling," Rudie cooed at her, increasing the speed and strength of his fucking, "come. Let me feel your pussy juices gush out of you. Let me feel your body go wild. Come for Rudie!"
The anger flashing through the erotic arousal caused by Rudie's dirty speech added an exciting dimension to the lustful bliss which had taken possession of her body.
She felt her orgasm rippling through her belly. It burst upon her like a tidal wave, convulsing her whole body with its violence. She felt her nerve endings almost screaming with the exquisite havoc which coursed through her.
She started to squeal in high-pitched tones. Her head pressed backward against the thick rug, arching her neck.
She felt Rudie's hot mouth press into the sensitive flesh of her neck. He bit her, not hard, but not softly either, and Harriet's orgasm peaked, just as Rudie shot the first hot wave of his scum deep into her cunt.
"Ahhh!" he gasped, tightening the grip of his teeth against the soft, warm, pulsing skin of Harriet's throat.
Rudie's come mixed with Harriet's cunt cream, and flowed in lavish streams out of her cunt hole, spewing down her ass cheeks with each out-thrust of Rudie's thick, throbbing peter.
He plunged into her wildly now, like a rutting animal, and Harriet surrendered to his hard-driving dork, as her orgasm peaked, and then faded away slowly, leaving her body hot and sweaty, and trembling.
Her chest heaved with her labored breathing as Rudie shot the last of his load into her.
Then his body collapsed on top of hers. Harriet felt his cock beginning to dwindle in size in her cunt, as he kissed her all over her face, bit her earlobe, and thrust his tongue into her tiny, well-shaped ear.
His erotic playing with her body only aroused Harriet more, and Harriet didn't want to be aroused again.
In short, she was divided between her impulse to fuck her eyeballs out on Rudie's magnificent cock, and to get away from her rapist as soon as possible.
Rudie was having none of the latter, obviously.
He pulled out of her still quivering quim, and picked her up in his arms, her hands still bound behind her.
He kissed her ardently on her flushed, warm cheek.
"And now, my darling, we will take a lovely shower together, and you will eat my cock, and I will suck your beautiful little cunt, you gorgeous little passion flower!"
"Noooo!" Harriet gasped, having known of women who did this, but never having experienced the joys of oral sex herself.
Rudie walked her to the bathroom, with the lovely mature women kicking and screaming in his arms, still talking dirty talk.
In spite of her resistance to the disgusting idea of putting a man's cock in her mouth, Harriet, unfortunately, found that her cunt was at distinct variance from her stated preference.
She found herself in the shower on her knees, forced there gently but firmly by Rudie's hands, the warm spray of the water tingling on her hot, sexually feverish skin.
In spite of all her insistence to the contrary, Harriet found, as Rudie humped his massive cock into her mouth, that she was able to take all of it in.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lena was so aroused, anticipating her first black man, that she had been insatiable in her husband's arms the night before, and she had also fucked him passionately in the morning.
Still her cunt burned with desire. She was finally going to have a big, fat, submissive cock in her cunt.
After kissing her husband goodbye passionately at the front door, and feeling his cock lurch to full life again in his well-tailored pants, Lena went to the bedroom to prepare for the momentous visit.
She stripped to the buff, and preened in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She was trying to convince her husband to mirror the ceiling of the room.
William was intrigued with the idea, but thought that it would spoil the pristine antique ceiling. Lena had to agree that the ceiling would, indeed by spoiled by the mirror.
She put on a pair of special, black leather pants with a large, cunt-shaped slit, which revealed her pussy meat, swollen with her insatiable desire.
The soft pink meat glowed luridly against the gleaming leather of the bikinis. Her pussy hair spilled over the top of the low-cut panties, making a sensuous hairy fringe, which also lined the panties at the legs.
The leather bra she put on had holes in the middle through which her gorgeous pink, prominently puckered-nipples, and pink soft areolae glowed with equal allure.
Around her eyes she tied a black leather mask, with an opening large enough to reveal her eyes in all their green-shaded glory.
Around her slender, beautiful wrists, she buckled thick, rhinestone-studded wrist cuffs, and on her feet, she put very high heels with pointed toes.
She grinned at herself in the mirror, and turned around, admiring how her ass cheeks peeked from underneath the leather panties.
The waist-band of the panties was cut so low that a thin sliver of her ass crack showed, rippling when she walked.
"Very nice," she murmured, feeling the slick coating begin to form as her pussy dribbled its hot liquids against the leather edges of the gash which revealed her swollen pink meat, and began to trickle down her thighs.
She was breathing heavily, each heaving of her chest deepening her cleavage, and causing her magnificent tit mounds to heave over the tight bra.
At promptly the hour assigned to him, the doorbell rang.
Her eyes glittering with lust, Angela went slowly down the stairs. Then she sat on the bottom step, rubbing her wide-open pussy, while she kept her new lover waiting. She had carried a short, rhinestone-studded black whip with her. As her rubbing hands drove her fever higher, she stuck the butt end of the whip into her quivering pussy.
"Ahh!" she gasped, as the doorbell rang again. Her pumping hand was gleaming with her pussy juices. She felt the fever rise. Her cuntal walls closed in around the soft leather of the handle, and the rhinestones tickled her cuntal walls, as she pumped the whip handle in and out with a steadily increasing rhythm.
The doorbell rang again, twice, insistently, and the sound of the doorbell rang in her ears, exciting her even more.
She came, her pussy juices spurting out around the handle, covering her soft hand with its sticky effluence.
Lena gasped, and sighed, her body collapsing in the post-orgasmic relaxation which flooded her.
Having masturbated, her sexual excitement grew. She walked leisurely to the door, and waited behind it until the doorbell rang again. She swung it open, irritation written plainly on her face.
"How dare you disturb me like this!"
The startled big, black buck stared at the gorgeous woman. She stepped back and he walked into the house, his tall, erect frame starting to cringe somewhat.
"I-I didn't know if you heard the doorbell, that's all," he said, his eyes hop-scotching over her divine body.
Lena placed her whip hand against one slender hip, and tapped her feet with irritation on the hardwood floor.
She pointed to the graceful spiral staircase, indicating that Paul should go up the stairs.
Nodding in an almost craven manner, Paul started up the stairs. Lena grinned as she stood at the foot of the stairs, waiting for him to get to the top. She could tell from the nervous way he kept looking over his shoulders, that he had made visits to other dominatrixes.
When he got to the top of the stairs, his nervousness increased. Of course! Lena had tortured him by behaving in an unexpected manner.
She wasn't sure just how far she could go with him, but she couldn't wait to see him undress.
She slowly mounted the stairs, until she was face to face with the man, who couldn't take his eyes off her lush body.
Lena stared at him contemptuously for a moment, and then brushed past him, and walked down the hall, wiggling her ass seductively as she went.
The man hesitated at the head of the stairs, his eyes still riveted on her black, leather-clad body as it undulated down the hall to the master bedroom.
Lena had no intention of giving him an order. She found herself excited by the teasing she was doing, became aroused by the indecision of the obviously decisive, powerfully-built man.
Lena had often wondered why the men who were her best customers, were always heavy macho types, usually in positions of unassailable authority.
She could tell by the carriage of this man, by the way he held his chin, that he was used to giving orders, and yet he came to her to be subjected, to be humiliated.
Lena shrugged as she paused at the doorway to the bedroom, and watched the tall black man walk down the hall. He walked with a panther's grace, his movements smooth, and decisive, but when she glared at him, he more or less stumbled over his own feet, hesitating a moment.
"Well, hurry up you laggard!" she sneered, walking into the bedroom.
Her cunt was aching with anticipation.
When Paul entered the room, Lena was sitting, cross-legged, her pussy meat glowing, fully exposed, on the bed.
"Take your clothes off!" she commanded, with a soft but forceful voice.
The man hastened to obey.
Lena felt the sexual fever rise in her belly, as the man's body was slowly revealed.
He was magnificent. He was well over six feet. His head was leonine in proportions and he had a thick mane of Afro'd hair, which glistened. His jaw was clean and strong-looking and his eyes glowed like brown velvet. His features were clean cut and decisive.
His shoulders were broad and they tapered downward to a long slender waist. He had an incredibly flat, muscular belly, which rippled with his movements.
Beneath his white jockey shorts, as he removed his trousers, Lena saw his massive rod pulsing powerfully.
His thighs and calves were also magnificent, and Lena licked her lips, leering at him boldly, as he removed his jockey shorts.
His cock was bigger than anything Lena had ever seen, probably a full ten inches.
She gasped, and then forced a sneering laugh from her mouth.
She pointed at his cock with her whip. "Do you call that thing a cock?"
She saw his dark skin glow as a flush spread over his face. He looked down at the tumescent, throbbing rod, which was beautifully proportioned and shaped, and long and thick enough to be the envy of any man, and nodded.
He looked at her apologetically, and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess it isn't too good, is it?"
"It sucks!" Lena said. "I don't know what you can do for me!"
"Oh, Lena, please," the man begged, "I'll do anything you say. Just let me...."
He had moved over to the side of the bed, and stretched out his hand, to cover Lena's exposed nipple.
Lena cracked his hand with the whip, and then laid it heavily on his muscular, magnificent haunches.
"Did I tell you, you could touch me?"
The man stood there, his powerfully built arms at his sides, and hung his head in shame.
Lena was so excited with the beauty and the obvious docility of the man, that her pussy quivered in a mini-orgasm. The sight of his dark skin aroused her fiercely. She would have liked to strip entirely, to be totally naked, and pressed against him, to experience the erotic contrast between his dark skin and her pale flesh.
But that would have spoiled the game. And the game was to bind him and make him subservient to her every wish.
She pointed at the chair beside the bed.
"Sit down!" she ordered.
Paul did as he was commanded. Lena liked the obedience this slave offered her. As he sat in the chair, Lena got up off the bed, and rummaged around in her closet, making sure to bend way over so that Paul got a superb back-ended rendition of her beautiful twat.
The flower-like folds of her passion meat were fully swollen now, and glistening luridly with her pussy juices.
Lena's blood boiled in her veins as she turned around and stared at the massive phallus throbbing with priapic intensity from his lap.
She bound his wrists to the arms of the chair, and then bound his feet to the legs of the chair.
She put a blindfold over his eyes.
"Please don't do that," he gasped, struggling to avoid the dark cloth Lena put over his eyes. "I want to see you!"
"A pig like you with such a miserable prick doesn't deserve to look at me." The man was sobbing slightly, his magnificent chest heaving with his gasps.
Lena straddled the man's legs and flicked the short whip expertly over Paul's bare shoulders.
"Ohhh!" Paul gasped, his hips humping up off the chair with surprise at the harsh blow.
Lena caused the short whip to lash over his other shoulder, and Lena's pussy creamed as she saw the welts made by her blow.
Paul's cock lurched to greater size, and throbbed more insistently. Lena licked at the thin trickle of saliva which oozed from her mouth.
She had never felt so insanely lustful as she felt right now. This was her first black cock, and her pussy was ready and waiting, eagerly.
She started to lower herself over the huge prick, rubbing her pussy meat back and forth over the drooling cock head.
His thick, black cock contrasted wildly with her soft white skin. Lena moaned and pressed the cock head at the entrance to her dripping cunt
"Oooh!" she moaned, her moaning sigh of pleasure echoed by the deeper voice of her black bound victim.
She pressed her soft white hands against his dark shoulders, marveling at the erotic contrast between his swarthy skin and her light skin.
Her pussy cream flowed lavishly over the black cock, as she slowly swiveled downward on the thick, hot, hard shaft.
She felt her pussy muscles quiver violently, felt the walls of her wet and willing womanhood spread wide before the onslaught of the black man's raging cock, as it plowed into her tight and sucking snatch.
She gasped, as she felt its incredible hardness. She was having little mini-orgasms as her pussy flesh quivered with the pleasure the slithering cock gave her with each inch that plowed inward.
She continued to swivel downward, until she felt her nether flesh pressing against Paul's wiry pubes. She pressed inward, enjoying the stimulation of his wiry thick hairs against her soft, spread-apart pink flesh.
"Ohhh!" Lena gasped, her hand beginning to go wild, as she started to bounce up and down on the big fat dick, at the same time whipping the man.
His magnificent body gleamed with the sex sweat which started to pour from his pores. His shoulders were now red and smarting from the whip which Lena so expertly laid on his soft skin.
"Tell me how bad your cock is," she husked. "You're so small I can't even feel you in my cunt."
"I'm really bad at fucking," the black stud gasped, as his hips arched upward, driving his massive phallus deeper into Lena's cunt than any male flesh had yet been.
"I can't do it without you. You have to whip me into it. I'm lazy and no-account," the black man slavered, his hands clenching in the leather bonds which Lena had used to secure his wrists to the arms of the chair.
She started to alternate her whipping strokes, as her excitement increased. She lashed first his shoulders, and then his legs, with a swinging motion which was smooth and rhythmic, but which also increased in speed as her passion rose.
"Come on, there's more than that wrong with you," Lena said. She bounced up and down furiously on the man's cock. With his eyes blindfolded, he appeared singularly helpless and subservient. It was almost as if he were not partaking in the act at all.
It was just lovely Lena, easing the itch in her own pussy by using a cock. The black man's breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Ohh, everything's wrong with me. I don't deserve your beautiful tight, hot pussy."
He grunted as he thrust upward, and a shiver of ecstasy coursed through Lena's body which was writhing lewdly with her passion. Her soft round hips rocked back and forth on the black man's hairy thick pubes.
She felt his thick hot cock rubbing against the walls of her pussy, felt his cock lurching wildly, growing bigger in size as his passion grew.
Against his balls her ass slapped with wet, obscene sucking noises, as she made hot, demanding contact with his wiry pubes.
Her clitoris tingled madly and sent lightning-like shivers of bliss running through her.
By now the hairy pubes of the black man were gleaming and matted with the thick syrup which poured lavishly from her cunt. Lena felt as if her breath were being sucked right out of her lungs, as she bounced up and down and then swiveled around and around on the man's prick.
Beneath the back of her thighs, she felt his thighs trembling, felt the renewed flow of sweat making the flesh beneath her humping, rocking ass wetter and wetter.
Her very asshole tingled with sympathetic pleasure, as she rubbed back and forth, and squeezed her pussy walls around the hard-driving shaft, which had so magnificently plugged her.
Their genitals made wet slapping noises, and the sounds of their rutting grew as they both began to froth at the mouth with a wild sexual frenzy.
Lena looked down at the dark skin which had speared her womanhood, and her pussy juices fell freely around the man's hard-thrusting cock.
He certainly knew how to fuck, even if his hands and feet were bound. His powerful black buttocks humped up and down on the chair, digging ever deeper into the quivering white quim which had sucked his cock in.
"Oh, fuck me. You better fuck me and make it good!" Lena gasped, throwing her head back.
"Oh, you have such a wonderful cunt," Paul gasped, thrusting with more and more fury into the sucking snatch.
"You better make me come, you miserable prick!" Lena gasped. As her sexual heat increased, so did her whipping of the black stud's shoulder and legs.
The pain seemed to incite Paul to even greater effort. Lena felt her orgasm beginning to trickle in hot wet streams through her.
Her pussy convulsed powerfully around the hard-driving rod of the black man. Her ears began to ring with the violence of her rushing blood. She actually got light-headed.
Paul was trying to see her through his blindfold. Lena knew that she had placed the cloth very carefully on his face, and that he would never see through. She had him thoroughly frustrated.
He could neither touch her nor look at her. The only contact they had was his heavy fleshy fuck nail imbedded in her tight pussy hole.
The creaming of her cunt became heavier and heavier as the orgasm started to rise, pulling her along with it.
She became a writhing mad woman on the lap of the bound man. She started to scream as her orgasm intensified. Her pussy had gone wild. It felt like a raging inferno, a conflagration that needed to be put out fast.
And then she felt his scum pouring into her convulsing twat. She gasped again as his thick sticky wads poured into her.
She had never felt so much scum being poured into her cunt at one time before. The feeling was absolutely sensational. Lena almost fainted as her whole body bent in the service of the ultimate fleshy pleasure.
Her very nerves contorted in spasms of pleasure, which rushed hotly through her, and left behind hot trails of post-orgasmic bliss. She started to come down from her climax, but not before Paul's cock had thrust in one more time and spewed the last of his load in her.
His cock stayed hard for a long time while Lena finished her orgasm, wrenching the cock in her mad backward and forward gyrations, her twisting and turning motions. She was trying to get the man's very balls into her cunt.
"Ahhh!" Paul gasped, as his-body relaxed in the bonds which held him to the chair.
His groin was one soggy mass of come juices, both his and hers. His cock tingled with the pleasant aftermath of his orgasm.
Lena had not had enough, yet. She wanted more of this cock. She felt like indulging herself to the hilt as she reveled in one of her favorite sexual fantasies-that of having a thick, black cock stuffed up her quivering quim.
But there was more that she wanted, and she was going to get it.
The chair was a magnificent antique, wide and commodious.
Lena stood up in the chair, and then lowered her body slightly by bending her knees and pressing them against the back of the chair.
Still holding the whip, she looked down at the blindfolded man.
"Find my pussy and start licking," she ordered the man. Beneath her she saw Paul's prick swell again with tumescence. It caused her pussy juices to start to flow heavily again.
A drop landed on Paul's upturned face, and he moaned and licked his lips. He flicked his long, pink tongue outward, and Lena almost came again, as she felt the strong contact of his oral muscles with her pussy meat.
The tongue pried into the folds of her cunt, and he started to lick back and forth.
Lena's head rose again fiercely, as she felt the tongue roll up and down, casually, but carefully, over the passionate, sensitive flesh of her pussy.
Her breathing started to be labored again, as she felt the passion grow in her, until her hips were rubbing back and forth as she ground her swollen, open muff into the dark man's face.
Again the contrast turned her on. Again she felt that erotic pleasure when she noted the contrast between his skin and hers, his mouth plastered wetly, hotly against her pussy meat.
His tongue made wild sucking noises, as he slobbered wetly all over Lena's cunt. Never had she been so sexually aroused before. Never had she felt such a tongue on her twat.
It was fantastic, and Lena's body trembled in the throes of another orgasm. The tongue, as her hips started to move spastically, signaling the onset of her climax, thrust roughly into her creaming love tunnel.
Lena felt her cuntal muscles suck inward around the tongue, as it pried out all of her cuntal juices.
She threw her head back and cried out as the orgasm shuddered upward to a taut peak, and then started to scream downward. Or was it Lena who screamed. She wasn't sure, and at the moment, she didn't care.
Still she was not satisfied. There must be something else she could do, something weirdly kinky that she could indulge in, which would further torture the black stud, and give her even more pleasure.
She got off the stud, and stood looking down at him.
"Please take the blindfold off, and let me look at you,"
"Paul pleaded. For his request he received another sharp blow on his thigh.
Lena never took no for an answer, and never tolerated the whining pleas of her satisfied victims!
She laughed a low throaty laugh and stepped back from the man, admiring his magnificent physique.
Her pussy still creamed. She was voracious under the best of circumstances, but with this fabulous black stud her passion overstretched itself. Her heart still pounded passionately in her bosom.
She started to think of what games they could play now for her amusement. She didn't want to leave the black man. It was one of the most exciting sexual experiences she had ever had.
She reached over, suddenly wanting an audience, and yanked off his blindfold. The man looked at her and licked his thick, sensual lips. Lena stuck her pink tongue out between her teeth, and grinned at him lewdly.
His cock was again growing erect, and throbbing lustfully, straight out from his hairy groin.
She released him from his bonds, and then got up on the bed again. The man started to pump on his cock, and Lena sharply wrapped him on his hand.
"You disgusting animal!" she barked. "How dare you do that in front of me. Did I give you permission?"
"No, ma'am," Paul said meekly.
"Get up on this bed, and service me," she commanded, spreading her legs wide, and bending her knees up.
Her pussy winked pinkly at the black man as he got up on the bed quite willingly and buried his face in her muff.
Lena started to moan, and writhe her hips sensuously up into the man's magnificent mouth. He lapped up and down, slowly on her pussy lips, savoring the sweet musky taste of her pussy cream, which coated her pink swollen lips.
She felt his tongue pry into the crevices of her cunt, and lick ardently up and down, spreading her flower-like pink folds, to touch every inch of her.
"Ahhh!" Lena gasped, not believing the passionate manner in which the man made love to her cunt with his mouth.
He was the best cunt-lapper who had ever crossed Lena's sexually active path. Her rational mind short-circuited out, as she concentrated on the wet hot feel of the man's sensual mouth, as he covered her muff with his hot oral cavity.
He started to suck, driving her pussy juices out of her cunt, and into his tongue, which now pried greedily into her fuck hole.
Lena felt her cuntal muscles contract around the thick, wet prod. Her pussy juices gushed into the man's mouth in lavish quantities. Lena was beside herself.
The man's tongue lapped upward, until the tip of his tongue made wet, tingling contact with her thoroughly aroused clitoris.
The little love button tingled violently as Paul circled the clitoris with his tongue, each wet circle sending more and more shivers of pleasure running through Lena's overheated, writhing body.
Her tits jiggled in their leather halter. She looked down at the thick black woolly head which was eating her out. She squeezed her long, lovely thighs tightly against the dark brown skin of the black man, getting off on the stark contrast in the colors of their flesh.
His mouth worked frantically over her twat. Her pussy meat throbbed violently, and Lena felt her orgasm start, gripping the pit of her belly tightly, with a demanding tension that made satisfaction imperative.
"Ahhh, move that tongue around. Suck up all my juices!" the wild woman screamed, as her sexual frenzy increased.
Her body tossed madly around on the bed. True to form, Paul was such a good slave, that he didn't touch her, except in the manner in which she had given permission. He acted as if he wanted to get as much of her muff touched as possible.
He rolled his smooth, almost beardless face around and around on the soft wet swollen sex meat. His face gleamed with her juices, as they poured out of him. He rooted around in her fuck canal with his nose, making wet snuffing noises as he inhaled her aroma, which was like an aphrodisiac to him.
Lena looked down over his rippling back, to the twin mounds of his muscular ass cheeks.
Lightly, she flicked the whip down over his smooth brown flesh.
"Unhh!" he grunted, the sounds guttural because his mouth was buried in Lena's cunt. He jerked, and his face pressed in harder into Lena's teeming cunt meat.
She hit him again, and watched his buttocks muscles contract against the stinging blow.
She reached down and wound her long, slender white fingers in the man's incredibly thick hair, pressing his face tightly into her wet pink passion meat. She felt the orgasm start to take hold of her body, causing her to jump and quiver madly as the mad convulsions started to ripple through her.
It was like a delicious insanity, this orgasm. It was more intense than the last one, and it lasted longer.
While Lena enjoyed the orgasm, she contemplated the erotic sight of the man's face buried in her cunt. She loved his servility, the obedience he offered her.
She went even crazier as the man's tongue started to fuck her cunt rhythmically. That was all the encouragement her incipient orgasm needed. Her hips started to go crazy. Her whole body arched up off the bed. She writhed, and gyrated her muff into the man's hard-licking face. She felt little flecks of her come cream glistening all over his dark face.
She hooked her legs over the man's shoulders, and started to beat his powerful back with the heel of her foot. As her frenzy increased, her beating became stronger, until there were dull bruises all over the man's back.
He grunted, and took her tingling clitoris between his strong white teeth, and ground his teeth around the inflamed little love button gently but firmly.
Lena almost lost consciousness as her orgasm peaked with such violence that it threatened to obliterate her mind entirely.
Lena felt as if she were one great gaping maw of a cunt, as her cuntal walls closed in on themselves. Her pussy syrup flowed out of her in thick hot streams, and trickled down her ass crack, tickling her and intensifying the erotic sensations which had take possession of her body.
Her orgasm had her squirming for a long time before she finally relaxed and wallowed in the mephitic swamp of a lustful post-orgasmic bliss.
She wanted more of the man's cock, but to take more of it would give him pleasure, and she wanted to leave him hanging.
She buckled her knees up, pressing the soles of her feet against his quivering, sweaty shoulders, and pushed him roughly away from her snatch.
His cock was huge again.
"That's all for today. Goodbye. If you want to come again, call."
The man's mouth gaped, and he looked down at his burgeoning rod. His hand went to it, and he winced.
She cracked the whip again over his hand.
"I told you not to do that!" she said, with authority in her lovely voice.
"But...!"
"I don't accept excuses from slaves. Get out of here. The bathroom's over there, if you want to wash up.
The man disappeared into the bathroom. Lena grinned. She knew he would jerk off. She knew he was unsatisfied in one way, but very satisfied with her treatment of him.
She knew he would come back. Her lovely thighs rubbed together, stimulating her still-swollen pussy meat. She had another client coming early in the afternoon, and she could get off on his cock.
In the meantime, she had done her duty for one more male slave.
She smiled, fondling her magnificent tits, feeling the nipples pucker deliciously under her soft sensuous touch. Her sense of power rushed through her, and melted her cunt which poured viscid streams of honey.
She couldn't wait for her afternoon slave. She would teach him what slavery was all about. He would service her inflamed womanhood until he dropped from exhaustion!
CHAPTER SIX
William was really going berserk. His wild fucking with his wife the night before, and in the morning, her passionate kiss as he left the house, had caused him to have an all day hard-on.
Already Alice had serviced him twice, and he was about to let her service him again. Before he called her into the office, he made a phone call.
He called a very special woman whom he knew, and who was particularly fond of him-at least, she always said she was.
But it was hard to tell with Sylvia. She was a gorgeous blonde woman, with huge tits, and a magnificent body to go along with them. And she had a marvelous specialty which always titillated William.
He made a phone call. William, always so suave and elegant, was obviously having trouble with the phone call.
"Hello, Sylvia, it's William. William Sanders!" he exclaimed, fidgeting nervously in his seat, and pounding a pencil lightly on his blotter.
"Yes. I thought if you weren't busy tonight, we could get together. Yes, yes, I know I'm giving you last-minute notice.
"Yes, darling, I know your time is valuable." William's face was a picture of consternation. "Yes, all right, Sylvia. I'll see you at exactly six-thirty. Right, Sylvia. On the nose, not a minute before nor a minute after. Thank you, darling. You don't know what you're doing for me.
William hung up the phone, and let out his breath in a big sigh. He was enormously relieved to get the phone call over with.
To tell the truth, Sylvia intimidated William. But every now and then, he discovered that he needed her services.
After all, it wasn't good to have it too much your own way, he thought, as he pressed the buzzer summoning Alice. And William pretty much had it-his own way.
He had a gorgeous wife, a happy home life. He actually lived in a castle, he was esteemed and honored in his profession, and at a very young age. And he had all the pussy he wanted.
Alice slipped into the room, and glided up to the desk. She looked down at William's cock which was almost bursting through the seams of his pants.
"My, my, we're horny today."
"It's an all-day hard-on."
"Like an all-day sucker? Nice," Alice purred, going over and unzipping William's zipper.
This was the third time today, they had gotten together. The first time was right after he had come into his office, and hung up his coat. He had pulled her to the couch, and ripped off her panties, and fucked her passionately. Her pussy still tingled from that fucking. It was one of the wildest he had ever given her.
The second time he called her in, she had bent over the desk, and taken him from behind, feeling his hot and urgent cock plow through her innards with a grace and strength that had caused her to have two orgasms, almost in a row!
Alice, who was as over-sexed as any young girl, and liked her sex in quantity, as well as quality, enjoyed every titillating minute of it.
Now she was in a mood to suck on his cock. She might just as well have it in all three oral cavities, and the way he was performing, she could start all over again, and maybe by the end of the day she could count twice in each orifice of her hot-to-trot body.
She knelt down in front of the overheated man, and inhaled deeply of his wonderful musky male odor.
"Mmmmm, such perfume," she murmured, rounding her soft full mouth in a seductive "O" and closing it down over his cock head.
William's breath hissed through his teeth as he felt his willing secretary's mouth suck on his bulbous, drooling cock head.
Alice loved the taste of a man's come juice, and she always enjoyed sucking off a hard, throbbing cock. She teased his super-sensitive cock head, running her tongue around and around the engorged, super-soft flesh of his cock head, and then prying her tongue into the piss slit, sucking out the drops of pre-come, which kept oozing up from his throbbing, insatiable fuck shaft.
She grasped his cock around the hairy base, pressing the heel of her hand into his hairy balls.
William groaned as he felt the sweet pressure, and arched his hips upward, sending another few inches of his massive, pulsing peter into the young girl's mouth.
She moaned against his cock, the vibrations from her throat tickling his cock, and sending more hot blood coursing into it. It throbbed, thick, passion-red, and feverish in her mouth, trapped between her tongue and the rough roof of her mouth.
The contrast in the sensations produced on two sides of his cock; the soft wet tongue, and the ridged softness of the roof of her mouth, was fantastic, and aroused the man to even more intense priapic sensation.
He gripped the sides of his comfortable swivel chair, his knuckles turning white with the strength of his grip, and savored the hot wet feeling of Alice's oral cavity, as she sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth.
He watched with heavily lidded eyes as his massive fuck shaft disappeared, inch by inch, and then he felt his cock head prying into her tight little throat.
She started to swallow against the cock, her rippling throat muscles teasing the sensitive sex flesh, driving the fever in his balls higher and higher, until he thought he was going to choke from the lust which seemed to bloat his body.
"Ahhh!" he gasped, as he felt Alice's mouth press into his hairy pubes. Her breath, which was shallow and fast from her own sexual excitement stirred the thick pubic hairs, and moistened them. William had the sensation that he was going to go berserk.
"You have such a fantastic mouth, Alice," he gasped.
"Mmmphhh!" Alice grunted, her mouth too full of William's cock to articulate any such similar sentiments. But her enthusiasm, and the relish with which she sucked on his cock, her mouth making wet slurping noises, as she covered every inch of it with her tongue, was obvious enough proof that she was enjoying her work.
In truth, Alice considered the sexual by-play as one of the fringe benefits of her job, and she would never have given that job up without a fight. That was one reason why she so assiduously studied to improve her secretarial skills, and further made it her study to please William.
Her saliva drooled around his thick pubic hair, matting it. Her mouth was so stuffed with William's raging cock that she couldn't accommodate all the saliva that burbled up in her mouth from sheer oral pleasure at having William's cock captured in her mouth.
She moaned against his cock again, tasting his come juices which were flowing more and more freely.
"Oh, do it, do it!" William gasped, as his hips started to hump up regularly, in effect, fucking Alice's lovely, full mouth.
He writhed around madly, as Alice's tongue and wet mouth drove his cock to greater excitement.
His balls contracted painfully, striving to chum up their thick, musky load.
"Such a mouth, suck a cocksucker!" William gasped, as he felt his cock spreading wide the walls of Alice's throat.
She continued to suck furiously on his fleshy fuck rod, feeling the cock lurch and pulsate in her mouth.
One of her hands moved down between her legs, and she started to rub surreptitiously at her swollen pussy meat. She felt her own need to come rise in her like a fire, devouring her entrails, inflaming her cunt.
Her pussy juices rolled in thick streams from her well-greased, well-used cunt, as she drove her hand back and forth over the thin silk fabric which covered her muff.
William's cock throbbed once more, and his cock seemed to flare up with new heat, and then Alice felt his come juices flowing down her throat.
The man was beating his hairy groin up into her generous mouth with a great frenzy now, as he spewed wad after wad of his come into Alice's pretty mouth.
Alice swallowed furiously, trying to capture all of the man's scum. But that was impossible. William's balls were too large, and held too much gism. It trickled out of her mouth, mixing with her saliva, and dribbled down in slimy streams over her cheeks and chin.
Her lips were covered with flecks of his scum.
William looked down at the girl, stained with his come juices. He watched her face flush, and knew that she was coming herself.
Alice squealed against the spewing cock, and felt her body start rocking rhythmically, totally out of her rational control.
Her hand was a blur of wet motion, as she tickled her clitoris which was stinging with intense pleasure sensations, and then soothed her pounding pussy meat, rubbing her hand up and down to ease the itch.
Her cunt began to convulse, and as she felt the quivering of her pussy muscles, she slipped one of her long slender fingers in between the elastic binding around her panty leg, and slipped her finger into her dripping hot sticky-wet muff.
She started to pump up and down as she tried to swallow the great streams of musky liquid lust which poured out of William's cock. Her body shivered and quaked violently.
With one final violent humping motion, William emptied his balls into the lovely girl's cunt, and then collapsed in the chair, his chest heaving.
"Fantastic!" he gasped, wiping the sweat from his handsome brow.
Alice moved her mouth off his cock, licking her lips to catch the flecks of come-foam which gleamed on her lips.
She shivered with little pleasurable after-spasms, which were intensified by the knowledge that William was going to need her again before the day was out. He was really revved up.
She gave his cock an affectionate squeeze, and her fond gesture was rewarded with renewed pulsing in his cock.
"I'll stand by," she said, her voice husky. "Just buzz me when you want me," she said, smiling at him.
William smiled at her, and stuffed his cock back into his trousers, and zipped up his fly.
He couldn't believe his constant arousal.
"Are you sure you can stand it?" he asked.
"Are you kidding?" Alice squealed. "All you're doing is greasing me for more action," she snorted.
"Well, I must speak to my wife about her antics in bed. I think she's got me a bit too greased, too!"
Alice raised an eyebrow, glad to get an insight into the gorgeous woman. From what William had just said, she was some hot stuff!
Well, Alice wasn't jealous. She had lots of boyfriends, and William wasn't her only lover.
She didn't mind sharing the handsome, sexy Professor with his wife. She rather liked Lena.. And she got a large thrill out of knowing that the cock that had stuffed her so well today, and which still throbbed, semi-erect in his trousers, had also stuffed his wife.
She went back to her work, her pussy creaming wildly, her body as insatiable as the Professor's, part of the greed being the knowledge that she would be used again.
Alice was used again-twice. The professor fucked her twice more-once in doggie position on the Oriental carpet, and once again on the couch.
He left promptly at five, looking as if he could go a few more rounds. Alice wasn't jealous of his wife. She had a date herself tonight with Johnny Matthews, who was one of the best lays at the university and a varsity star.
Alice couldn't wait.
As William walked out of the ivy-covered walls of the university, he couldn't wait either.
He had called his wife, and said that he was going to be slightly late for dinner, that he had to have a much-needed conference with one of his students.
Lena was most understanding, as she always was, and promised to hold dinner.
William threw his briefcase in the back seat of the car, and drove swiftly to an address in the middle of the attractive college town.
It was an elegant, luxury apartment building to which he went. The doorman took over the car, as William went up the stairs and into the foyer, and rang her bell.
He didn't ring her bell without looking at his watch first. It said exactly six-thirty.
When he was buzzed in, he rode up in the elevator to the fourteenth floor, and stepped off, walking down a long carpeted corridor to a comer apartment. He rang the bell.
The door was opened by a stunning blonde, in a see-through negligee. She was wearing nothing on underneath, but she had a small bamboo rod in her hand. She cracked it sharply across his haunches as she ushered him into the room.
"Let me see your watch!" she commanded.
William extended his arm.
Sylvia looked at the watch and sneered, throwing William's arm from her.
"Your watch is wrong," she asseverated.
"Yes, Sylvia," William said, undergoing a strange transformation. He had suddenly become somewhat meek.
"Take your clothes off. I want to see if your body has improved any."
William had walked into an attractive living room. He immediately started to do what he was ordered, while Sylvia sat on the couch watching, William felt his chagrin rise, felt the humiliation flush through his face, making him blush.
This was what William needed every now and then. William was aware of the old adage of pride going before a fall. He had just decided to scotch the truth of the room with some self-inflicted humility.
It couldn't hurt, and once in awhile, it was the source of great pleasure.
He had the feeling, judging from the state of his cock, that tonight was going to be sheer pleasure!
CHAPTER SEVEN
William was soon naked before the blonde beauty, who sat on the couch, her legs crossed, and one leg bouncing up and down casually. She folded her arms, the hand holding the bamboo sticks bouncing up and down, and stared at William's magnificent body with contempt in her eyes.
"And you call yourself a man, bitch!" William lowered his eyes and felt the hot blood rushing into his already turgid member. It throbbed painfully, the pain both annoying him, and sending pleasant hot rushes of bliss coursing through his trim and powerful body.
His heart hammered wildly in his breast as he stood before the tribunal of Sylvia's hostility, which she was venting gratuitously on him.
"Well? I'm waiting for an answer!" Sylvia demanded.
William shook his head, keeping his head low. His huge, more-than-adequate cock throbbed with violent life, as he suffered her withering scorn.
"Hmph!" she said, sneering. "You look like hell."
"Yes, Sylvia," William answered meekly.
"Come here, slave!" the woman barked. William started to walk toward her, slowly.
"On your knees!" she barked, whipping out the hand holding the bamboo cane.
"Ouch!"
William barked as he felt the bite of the cane on his naked haunches. He dropped to his knees, his cock swinging with his motions, and walked toward Sylvia.
Leering, she spread her legs and pulled up her black negligee.
"Eat my cunt," she said, her voice husky with arousal.
William's balls contracted with excitement at the invitation. He crawled quickly between her legs to bury his face in her delicious wet twat meat.
"Owww!" he hollered, as the bamboo cane came down on his muscular rump.
He backed off, and looked up at Sylvia, bewildered. He rubbed his ass.
"You didn't ask my permission," she said, scornfully.
"I'm sorry, Sylvia. May I lick out your beautiful cunt?"
"I don't know about that," Sylvia said, crossing her legs. Just for the hell of it, she brought the cane down on William's ass again.
"Oww! What was that for?"
"Just to keep you in line," she said, yawning.
The fragrance emanating from Sylvia's cunt was driving William crazy. His cock flamed with passion, his balls ached with an intensity that made his ears ring.
He needed to get off badly.
Again Sylvia spread her legs.
"Very well," she said.
"You may adore my cunt with your mouth."
Sylvia had picked up a nail file which rested on the coffee table, and began to file her nails.
"Ma-may I, Sylvia."
Sylvia sighed, paying careful attention to the nail on her index finger. "If you insist, I suppose you may."
William crawled in between her gorgeous, outspread legs, and buried his face in her hot swollen pussy meat.
"Mmmm!" he moaned, as he began to lick up and down. He started with the small area of flesh which divided her asshole from her cunt hole, and worked his way up slowly over her twitching flesh, until his tongue reached her clitoris.
He felt the hard little love button emerge from its fleshy sheath as he circled it wetly with his tongue. Sylvia kept on filing her nails, a fact which William could ascertain every time he lifted his eyes to feast on her elegant and luscious body.
He ran his tongue up and down wetly. Each time he reached her love button, he circled it greedily, moaning against her sensitive pussy flesh. His lapping became more and more frenzied.
He was desperate to make her come, to break the wall of indifference which stood between him and what he considered to be the ultimate fulfillment.
His tongue spread her swollen pussy folds apart. He laved every inch of her twat, as she carefully pared her nails.
But William was beginning to detect signs of excitement growing in her. Her thighs were the first barometer of a growing erotic involvement in William's eating out her cunt.
She trembled. The heat in her cunt increased, as William's tongue moved up and down indefatigably. Her little love button was twitching madly after his last sally against the excited little mini-penis.
William moaned, and then he captured the little beak-like projection of flesh between his teeth.
That gesture elicited the reaction which William had been waiting for. Sylvia jumped, and a great gush of pussy syrup flowed from her dark little fuck hole.
William captured the opaque honey as it flowed outward, prying his tongue into her quivering hole to suck on the sweet ambrosia.
He opened his mouth wide, and covered Sylvia's thickly furred muff, making sucking motions on it that caused his cheeks to become concave.
Sylvia grunted, and the smooth process of filing her nails became somewhat erratic, as the pleasure built.
William noted a fine flush spreading over her lovely features. Her face became softer, her eyes dewy with lust. The sight of her aroused William's cock to greater throbbing strength, and the passion almost ravaged him as he continued to suck on her cunt.
Her pussy honey was flowing rapidly, in lavish streams, as William began to circle her clitoris with the tip of his tongue wildly. Now Sylvia's hips were humping up at his mouth, and the rhythm became more and more demanding.
"Ahh! Ahhh! Ooooh!" Sylvia groaned. The hand holding the nail file dropped to her side, and clenched with the delicious spasms which ripped through her gorgeous body.
She threw her head back and arched her chest outward, making her gorgeous jugs more prominent.
From his position between her legs, crouched in a servile, animal-like position, William watched her tits jiggling lewdly with her spastic motions, and his cock throbbed like the demon of priapism, causing his whole body to contract into a taut mass, which was eaten up by a lustful fire.
William felt as if he were going to explode, as he continued to lave Sylvia's cunt. Sylvia was grunting rhythmically, gutturally, as her orgasm peaked and then started to fade away.
She had ground her swollen, throbbing pussy heavily into William's face, and his features were now covered with the gleaming slime of her. liquid lust.
She squealed as her orgasm started to fade away, shaken by one last magnificent convulsion, and then she collapsed, gasping, on the couch.
William lapped a few more times, and then knelt back on his haunches, licking his lips of some of the come juice, which be-slimed his handsome, strong features.
He smiled up at her, as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her hands were trembling somewhat as she picked up the nail file, and continued her work.
William waited expectantly, his cock throbbing powerfully, while Sylvia continued to file her nails.
"Sylvia?"
"Did I say you could talk to me, dog?"
"No, but Sylvia...!"
"Then shut up, pig!"
William's mouth and throat were dry with passion and expectation. Interlarded with that passion and expectation was a growing, nagging fear. What if Sylvia didn't want to let him fuck her tonight? What would he do?
She had refused him, let him walk out of the apartment with an acute case of blue balls.
He started to pant, and his face now gleamed with sweat, which mixed with the pussy cream caking his cheeks, and made a lurid flowing stream down his temples and cheeks.
Sylvia finally completed her job. By this time, William was wincing.
She looked at him with an expression of strained tolerance.
"Well?" she asked.
"May I speak?"
Sylvia shrugged her shoulders. She had closed her legs together, and was pressing her thighs tightly against each other. The smell of her come juices was very strong in William's nostrils, acting like a aphrodisiac.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
Again she shrugged her beautiful shoulders. "It was all right, I guess."
"Could I...?"
"Could you what?"
"Could I fuck you, Sylvia?" he asked humbly.
"Not now. I don't know if you could ever fuck me. Go get me a drink, and bring me the belts from the top drawer of the desk."
"Yes, Sylvia," William said, standing up and bowing to her servilely. Sylvia didn't seem to notice, but William noticed that she was lying back on the couch, with her eyes half-closed, and she was caressing her breasts, underneath the negligee.
William's hand ached to touch those gorgeous warm, soft, spongy mounds. He poured her a drink, and brought it to her, and then went to fetch the leather belts which Sylvia requested.
Sylvia savored her drink for a little while, and then she looked at William.
"Are you still here?" she said with a note of intense exasperation in her voice.
William nodded.
Sylvia sighed.
"Sit over there!" Sylvia barked.
William went to the chair indicated. Sylvia got up and with sensual, undulating motions, which revealed every one of her sexual assets in glorious detail, she walked over to him.
She sat on his lap, and William winced as her ass cheeks pressed into his cock. He humped up against her, feeling the pressure build in his long-repressed balls, which were boiling with his heavy load of man juice.
He allowed Sylvia to tie his hands to the arm of the chair, which created a quivering agony in William, who had been dying to receive permission to touch Sylvia's magnificent jugs.
When Sylvia was finished tying William to the chair, she got up and went back to the couch.
"You're such a faggot!" she sneered.
William's cock kept jerking violently with excitement every time Sylvia hurled an insult at him. He couldn't believe the size and lurid red color of his passion-engorged prick.
Sylvia lifted her black negligee up over her waist, and the spread her legs, bringing her knees up and bracing her heels on the edge of the couch. She started to rub her swollen pussy meat up and down with her hand.
"Do you see what I'm doing William?"
"Yes, Sylvia."
"I'm doing it because you didn't satisfy me. You're a miserable excuse for a man. Your cock is wretched, and you don't know how to use it, and you can't contain your orgasms long enough to satisfy me.
"As for your tongue, it doesn't exist. I don't know how you speak at all, William!" Sylvia kept rubbing her hand up and down over her gorgeous pussy lips.
William licked his lips and leaned forward, bound to the chair.
"Can I ... Can I try to make it up, Sylvia? I'll try to do better next time."
"Don't be ridiculous. What makes you think after failing once, that you can do it right the second time?
"Some day, William, if you don't get hold of yourself and shape up, I'm going to bring a real man in here, and show you how to please a woman. You can't do anything. You are easily the most inept man I've ever met in my life. You don't even deserve the title."
"I'm sorry, Sylvia. I didn't mean to displease you."
"Well, you did," Sylvia said. Her breathing was becoming harsh, shallow, erratic. William's balls set up a screaming cry of protest which shot through his body painfully, as he watched Sylvia's soft hand moving up and down over her pussy meat.
Her hips arched upward, and her beautiful buttocks appeared, and disappeared, as she arched them upward, and then slammed them down into the soft cushions of the couch.
She pried her middle finger into her quivering, creaming cunt, and William's cock actually felt as if it were going to come without any help from him.
"Ahhh!" he gasped, throwing his head back, as the pain of his unspent gism poured through him. The pressure in his balls, the throbbing of his cock became more and more intense.
And mixed with his enormous physical need, was the vague guilt at not having pleased a beautiful woman, not being man enough for Sylvia.
He almost started to cry, the pain was so intense. Sylvia sneered at him, and William saw the tell-tale flush of her passion growing, saw the lust gleaming in her eyes. He had never wanted a cunt worse in his life.
He writhed in the bonds, his hips arching upward off the chair. Each of his movements caused his cock to throb and bob wildly, bouncing from left to right, almost like a fleshy metronome, as he humped upward, his eyes riveted to Sylvia's pussy.
"You're disgusting! Stop that, William!" Sylvia gasped, having brought herself close to orgasm.
"I can't! I have to have you!" William gasped, his struggles in his bonds getting more and more frenzied.
Sylvia pulled her loving hand away from the cunt she had been frigging so carefully, and she again got up and walked over to William.
She slapped his face roughly. William winced as his head shot to one side because of the violence of the blow.
Then she straddled his thighs, lifting up the sheer black negligee just enough so that she could settle her pussy near his raging hot hard cock.
William was almost in tears at this point.
"Oh, Sylvia, you are so wonderful. I don't know how to thank you for what you're doing for me ... ahhh!"
William's head shot back with ecstasy as he felt Sylvia's tight, dripping twat begin to move downward over his massive mauler. She pushed down, swiveling her hips in a corkscrew type motion that caused her pussy walls to massage almost every inch of William's turgid fuck tool.
William felt the sex sweat pour from his naked body. It trickled down him, and seemed to blend with the warm, liquid-like flowing of pleasure through him, while Sylvia pressed downward, causing William's prick to pry deeply into her dripping womanhood.
"Oh, Sylvia, so warm, so wet, so wonderful!" he gasped, as he started to hump his hips upward, gently, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into Sylvia's teeming twat.
Sylvia grunted, and, bracing her hands on William's shoulders, she began to bob up and down, each undulating motion rubbing against William's turgid shaft. He held off as long as he could, and that was extraordinarily long.
He held off coming until he felt Sylvia's cuntal muscles start to grip his fast-pistoning cock rhythmically, almost violently.
Sylvia's body was gleaming with sweat. William's hands were very tense and almost claw-like as his desire to touch her soft, incredible flesh built in him.
His balls contracted, and William started to come, ejaculating massive loads of scum into Sylvia's quivering, and convulsing cunt.
Sylvia grunted hoarsely, and her hips went wild in William's lap. Her ass cheeks were covered with her cunt cream, and as it dried it became stickier and stickier. As her ass cheeks slapped up and down on William's lap, the scum got transferred to the fine hairs of William's thighs, and the wet sticky mess added an erotic fillip to the already blazing passion of the bound man.
His head fell back as his taut body acted like a pile-driver, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her hot and seething womanhood.
Sylvia was emitting high-pitched mewling sounds from her throat, as the convulsions in her cunt increased, and then started to fade away.
William felt his cock getting wonderfully sticky and warm, as his gism, which he was ejaculating into her cunt, mixed with her honey and poured down in copious streams. His thick pubic hairs were matted with the thick warm pools of come cream that poured out in combined lavishness from Sylvia's cunt.
Sylvia let out a great sigh, and her body pitched slightly forward, her muscles relaxing suddenly after the delicious tension of her orgasm.
She panted heavily, her beautiful tits jiggling with the heaving motions of her chest.
William closed his eyes and wallowed in the fleshy ecstasy of relief.
He had waited so long, and he had been so afraid that Sylvia would say no, but she hadn't, and William considered himself a lucky man, if he were a man.
Sylvia frequently expressed doubts on that score.
Sylvia reached down and released his wrists from the bonds that held them to the chair.
William clenched his fists.
"Sylvia, may I ... touch you?"
Sylvia got off his lap roughly.
"What are you, crazy? You want to touch me? I let you fuck me didn't I? You certainly didn't deserve that. Your cock is so small I could barely feel it in my cunt.
"And I let you suck me off, too. You'd think it was your birthday or something!" Sylvia's face was the epitome of contempt, and her voice dripped with it.
"Get out of here, you creep," she said, turning her back on him. "I have a date in half an hour with a real man."
William got up and gathered up his clothes. Going to the bathroom, he took a fast shower. As he was leaving, he put some money on the side table in the hall.
Sylvia picked it up and looked at it.
"What's this?"
"Your fee, Sylvia," William said mildly.
"My fee! Most of the men I know, except for one old skinflint, leave this much for a tip! What do you think I am, some kind of common whore."
William blushed to the tips of his ears.
"Oh, no, Sylvia," he said, reaching hastily into his wallet. He winced. He had really blown his budget this week. He was going to have to cash another check tomorrow. He pulled out all the bills that were in his wallet, except one for gas, and threw them down on top of the more than generous wad he had already left there.
Sylvia snorted with contempt and pulled out the last bill. "You tightwad. I didn't hold out on you! Why should you hold out on me?" William felt his cock lurching to full life in his pants again. In terms of pure physical relief, he was glad there was a wife waiting for him at home!
"I-I needed that for gas."
"Do without, or budget your money more carefully!" Sylvia lectured. "Honest to God, can you do anything without someone's holding your hand, William? Why don't you grow up and think!"
William nodded, and swallowed hard, his face still red with embarrassment. Sylvia opened the door, and held out her cheek for a kiss. William was glad to bestow it, and then he left after many abject thanks for the servicing which Sylvia had been so generous as to provide him.
His wife had some good grass, which she had copped from one of their neighbors. It was smoked with coffee and brandy after the exquisite dinner they had tete-a-tete.
William and his wife were companionable, among other distinguishing things, which was one reason their marriage thrived as well as it did.
As they smoked and shared that part of each other's day with the other, that they allowed the other to get a glimpse of, the heat in the room rose, or rather the happily married couple, well-greased by their escapades of the day, needed more, and more, and more!
Before long, Lena was in William's lap, nibbling on his earlobe. William's cock, which had been erect all day, was now turgid with his passion.
He didn't care if he got upstairs to the bedroom or not. He wanted his wife right now.
He had no patience.
He got off the armchair in which he had been sitting, and he got down on the rug in the living room.
He got his wife adjusted on all fours, and raised her lovely at-home gown over her gorgeous white haunches.
He grunted, as he fondled her dimpled ass cheeks. Lena closed her eyes, loving the feel of her pussy flowing with her desire. It trickled in delicious ticklish streams down her pussy lips.
She didn't care if her husband ass-fucked her, or took her from behind by jabbing his massive fuck prod into her cunt.
She felt his hot, ardent hands moving over her body. She wiggled her ass cheeks back at him seductively, feeling the tingle of anticipation grip both her ass hole and her cunt.
William chose her cunt. She felt his thick cock head at the entrance to her teeming twat, and she bucked backward into him, impaling herself on his massive schlong.
William thrust inward wildly, embedding his massive peter balls-deep in Lena's sucking, dripping snatch.
She bucked backward, grinding her ass flesh against William's flat, hard, throbbing belly, feeling his cock plunge deeply into her cunt, massaging the itching walls, and stuffing her beautifully.
She moaned, and dropped her head as the pleasure built, gripping her soft flat belly with a grip of iron. Her tits jiggled against the soft silk of her casual gown, as her husband bucked into her, plunging deeply into her wet and willing womanhood, his strong thrusts jarring her body with each prying thrust deep into her pussy.
Lena gasped as her orgasm built up until her cuntal walls closed in around her husband's cock, and quivered hotly.
She felt her husband's gism pouring violently into her cunt. The hot wet feel of his scum drove her orgasm higher. Her body bucked and pitched under her husband's hard-humping body, and her sweat flowed freely from her torso, as she struggled with great ecstasy and a fleshy pleasure that threatened to inundate her.
"Ahh!" she gasped as her orgasm started to fade away. Her husband thrust into her one more time, and then his body relaxed and trembled with the profound relief which had flooded him as he emptied his balls into his wife's beloved cunt.
The telephone rang.
"Damn!" William said, as he pulled reluctantly out of his wife's pussy. Lena got up and shivered with pleasure as she felt their combined come creams oozing out of her still tingling pussy.
"Hello?" she heard her husband say into the telephone.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Winston. What?" Lena watched frowning, sipping her brandy, as there was a long pause. Her husband frowned, and then looked up sharply at Lena, who came over to the phone.
"Why yes, Mrs. Winston, she has taken a trip," William said.
There was another pause. "No, no, that's perfectly all right. Thank you for calling Mrs.
Winston. That's perfectly all right."
If Lena had not been made slightly worried by the frown, she would have laughed at her husband's contortions, as he tried to get off the phone. She knew Mrs. Winston, Harriet's next door neighbor and a busy-body if there ever was one.
"No, Mrs. Winston. I don't know when she's coming back. She told us she was going to stay as long as she felt like it. Yes, yes. No, she told us not to tell anyone where she was. She needed a nice long quiet rest."
He finally hung up, and turned to his wife, his eyes wide.
"Mother hasn't been home, obviously, since Friday night. That is, according to the way Mrs. Winston tells it. She says Mother's newspapers and milk are piled up outside the door."
Lena's hand went to her mouth. "We'd better call Rudie and find out what happened. Maybe we should go over there, and call the police."
William grinned, and hugged his wife. "Darling, you obviously don't know Rudie well enough."
William dialed a number. He waited a long time before he got an answer at the other end of the line.
"Hello, Rudie, this is William. Yes, I'm fine.
Rudie, are you holding my mother prisoner? You're not. Rudie, is my mother there? No, Rudie, I don't want to talk to her, not at all. I wouldn't think of interrupting your honeymoon, my boy, but would you ask my mother, if she intends to remain there for any length of time to cut off the newspaper delivery and the milk service? I just got a call from Mrs. Winston, her next door neighbor, who got worried. Oh, not at all. I'll talk to you soon." Lena looked up at William with sheer wonder written on her face.
"William, your mother has spent the weekend with Rudie?"
William had the devil in his eyes.
"Well, why not? She's a young, attractive woman. There's no reason on earth why she shouldn't have some fun. I've been dying for her to have fun for years, so that she would be off my back, and out of my hair."
"But William, are you sure she's all right?"
"With Rudie, she's as right as rain. I just feel a little sorry for Rudie, unless he's managed to teach her some new manners."
Lena arched a well-defined, beautifully shaped eyebrow. "William, no one can teach your mother good manners."
"If anyone can, darling, Rudie can! Come on. Let's go to bed. I was nowhere near finished with your lovely body."
"Coming, dear," Lena said, smiling, as she followed her husband up the lovely ancient staircase, to their luxurious bedroom.
After that day, Lena felt greased enough to keep her husband busy all night. Two clients, and both of them incredible!
When she got into the bedroom, juxtaposed with the very immediate and rewarding reality of her husband's desire, was the phantom image of the two lovers she had disported herself with on their very marriage bed!
The erotic atmosphere was always heightened to Lena, when she could love her husband, and at the same time heighten the effect by remembering all the humiliations she had inflicted on her daytime mates.
The second one during the day had been a big butch of a man named Ted. Lena's asshole quivered as she thought of it. She had really gone a long way with this one, making him tongue her ass. Of course he was a slave and wasn't entitled to fuck her ass. That would have spoiled the pleasure for both of them.
But Lena remembered how she had let him jerk off all over her body.
Her body quivered, as she threw off her gown, and lay down on the king-sized bed, her thighs rubbing together with excitement as her husband got out of his clothes.
"Oh, hurry, hurry, William. I'm hot!"
"I'm coming!" he gasped, throwing his clothes on a chair helter-skelter, a thing he seldom did.
He threw himself on top of his wife, and began to kiss her passionately. Lena wanted all her holes stuffed tonight. Her husband had already taken one, and her ass was still tingling from the licking that Ted had given it that afternoon.
He had been so servile, so magnificently obsequious in his ministrations with his tongue, that Lena had come twice.
Now she wanted her husband's cock in her ass.
"Fuck my ass, darling, please?"
William grinned down at her. Her request had fanned the fires of lust in his handsome eyes, which glowed.
He rolled her over, and pulled her beautiful ass up in the air, and caressed it. Then he parted her ass cheeks, and Lena gasped as she felt the stinging but pleasant sensation of her husband's cock spreading her ass walls wide.
He plunged his raging cock deeply into her bowels, and then reached under to caress her swollen twat meat.
Lena pressed her head into the pillow, and closed her eyes, surrendering to the perverted pleasure of having her asshole reamed out by her husband.
He grunted as he thrust the last inch of his cock into her, his balls pressing against her swollen pussy. Then he started to pull out, and Lena got light-headed with pleasure.
The way her husband was behaving lately, he would be good for half the night, and Lena was certainly prepared to take advantage of him.
A lot of Lena's friends complained that after a few years, their sex life in marriage became commonplace.
In Lena's marriage the contrary was true. Their sex life seemed to get better and better.
Lena suspected that it was because she had affairs on the side.
The thought gave her some pause. If she were better because she had affairs, was her husband better because he had affairs?
The thought arrested her, but only momentarily.
Her husband's cock plunging into her asshole deeply, and then pulling out to the tip of the drooling cock, garnered all her attention.
She surrendered to the growing orgasm which was building in her gut, and concentrated on her husband's cock reaming out her bung hole, while his hands caressed and stimulated her dripping pussy meat.
She could think about that obtrusive, startling possibility later. Right now she was in heat, and her husband could assuage her hunger.
William plowed into the depths of her bowels. Lena felt her entrails move passionately with his pistoning cock, felt her passion build. The heat in her became a flame and the flame devoured her.
She went wild under her husband's humping body, loving him, loving the ass-fucking he was giving her, loving her life, and everything about it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was Thursday. William had gone to work, and Lena was waiting for Bart to show up.
She was annoyed. For once Bart could have come early, a habit he always had, but it was now five to eleven, and the doorbell hadn't rung yet.
Lena had a lot to do today, and she didn't want to be detained by a silly slave. She was hot on the trail of her husband's double life.
It is an old adage that the eye sees what the mind seeks. If Lena had never before contemplated the possibility of her husband's infidelity, it was that she had not considered it probable. William was always so correct.
Once the thought was lodged in her mind, she found ample evidence. Her husband certainly wasn't being sneaky, although he was withholding the information. But then, Lena wasn't being sneaky, either.
She wondered what would happen if her husband came home early, on the spur of the moment, and caught her in bed with someone else, and in some bizarre posture at that!
But methodical William, on the few occasions before Lena had started her secret profession, always called!
In a way, Lena felt guilty, prying into William's life. Lena didn't really care if he had affairs or not. Lena knew he loved her dearly, and she loved him. She always enjoyed his company, and their sex life was superb. She had absolutely nothing about which to complain!
But like Pandora, she was curious, and the allegorical' boxes she was opening were providing all sorts of goodies for Lena's amusement.
There were the condoms she had found when she fished through William's pocket.
William had no need of condoms with Lena. She used birth control pills.
Also found in the depths of his briefcase was a bill for flowers. William frequently sent her flowers, but Lena had a steel-trap memory, and the date of the bill alone, if the name had not been affixed, would have informed her that on that day, she had not received flowers from William.
The name on the bill was Sylvia Wentworth.
Lena went to the phone book, and found a Sylvia Wentworth located on Childs Street in town. On one of her shopping trips, she had passed the house, and gone in to look at the directory, and found the woman's name.
And then there was Alice!
William's secretary was a delightful young girl. Every year William had a new one, because the girls were all picked from the work-study program to assist the professors in their clerical work. But Alice had not been changed at intersession. She had requested to remain in the position.
Lena was not offended, and her liking for the girl did not diminish. Her husband was a marvelous stud, and a very interesting as well as amusing man. There was no reason in the world why his sex appeal should have been cut off when he married her, and just as Lena never ceased getting whistles in the street, and propositions from her husband's friends, as well as her own, William was also not likely to be bereft of those ego-lifting occasions for sin.
But she was now in a quandary. Should she tell her husband she knew, and then 'fess up herself, or should she let it go. Interesting as she found the whole idea, she wasn't sure whether or not it would spoil the fun both of them had.
She looked at her watch again, impatient to get Bart out of the way, for once. Usually she enjoyed Bart very much, and she had a special reason for liking Bart today. He had got her the black man, who had called and made another appointment, obviously intent on becoming a regular in her specialized little sex clique.
She would have to give him an extra-special rigorous session today, but because she intended to reward him with such stringent measures, she would have appreciated his coming early.
She assumed that her anger with him last Thursday had occasioned his exquisite punctuality this time.
At exactly eleven o'clock, the doorbell rang. Lena opened the door, standing behind it. She saw the back of Bart as he walked into the hallway.
She slammed the door, and he swung, and gasped.
Lena was decked out as she had never been decked out! And the effect on Bart was so instantaneous, that he winced, and hiked at his pants, as his hard-on bulged outward, threatening to burst the seam.
She was wearing a full mask, which revealed nothing of her lovely features. It was a black leather cap, with holes for her eyes, her nose, and her mouth. The effect was threatening and startling.
She had leather arm bands on her upper arms, emblazoned with Nazi swastikas, and steel-studded wrist bands, also of black leather.
Around her slender waist was a steel-studded thick black leather belt, and her spurred, black leather boots went up to the joints of her thighs, and fit like a second skin.
In her hand she carried a long whip, the deadliest one she had ever owned. She had taken a long trip one day to the nearest metropolitan town, and gone to the sleazy section of town to a leather goods shop. This was the first time she had worn this costume, and she figured that a loyal slave like Bart deserved to be broken into the games that went along with it.
Beneath the mask, she grinned at the open-mouthed awe written on Bart's handsome, manly face.
"Lena, you-you look fantastic!" he gasped.
Lena said nothing. She merely flicked the whip lightly and caught Bart around one of his ankles. She yanked roughly, and up-ended the bewildered man, who sprawled on his keister on the hardwood floor.
"Oww!" he gasped, rubbing his rump, as he rose.
Again Lena lashed out at him, catching him around the wrist, and sending him sprawling again.
Bart was intelligent enough to get the picture. He did not move and he did not speak without permission.
Like the good little slave he was, he watched Lena carefully for the next move he was expected to make.
Lena kept him waiting a long time. Already the game was turning her on. Her pussy meat throbbed. She had a yen for Bart's skilled mouth.
Today' she had decided to leave him high and dry. But before he left, she was going to have driven him stark-staring mad!
Bart's eager face, which was rapidly assuming the servile expression which pleased Lena, followed her as she walked around him, treading heavily on her high-heeled boots.
She poked his shoulder roughly with the butt of the whip. Bart watched the whip, as Lena silently pointed to the staircase.
Bart started to get up, to climb the stairs, and again he felt the lash of the whip.
He sprawled sideways, and covered his crotch, nervous about the effects of the whip. Again Lena pointed with the whip to the stairs, but this time she put her boot on his neck.
Bart understood. Crawl up the stairs. The abject humiliation was more intense than anything he had ever suffered from Lena's hands before, and his cock throbbed painfully.
He was unsure of the future.
He couldn't wait to get his cock into her tight, warm, wet cunt. He winced as he got on all fours, and started to crawl across the spacious hall to the stairs. He crawled up the stairs painfully on his hands and knees, with Lena right behind him, occasionally lashing at him with the heavy leather whip.
It stung, even through his clothes. He was nervous, and he panted a bit as he reached the top of the stairs. If the whip hurt that much with his flesh covered, what would it feel like if she chose to use it across his bare flesh?
Bart's asshole contracted with the acute attack of nerves he experienced.
There was no way he could dictate terms to Lena. It was always Lena who gave the orders and set the standards.
Bart's mouth went dry. He looked behind him. Lena was not on the top step. She pointed silently to the bedroom, and Bart crawled down the corridor.
For one brief moment, he rebelled against this humiliation. He became embarrassed that he enjoyed being dominated, enjoyed having Lena work her whims on him.
And yet, there was no denying his cock which throbbed painfully, fully erect. There was no ignoring the storm in his over-full balls, which cramped sharply as he crawled down the hall, and into the bedroom.
He paused inside the room, looking over his shoulders, listening to the steady thud-thud of Lena's heavily-booted feet, as she approached the bedroom casually.
Bart was breathing heavily. Lena stood behind him, and kicked him in his prominently exposed, muscular rear. Again Bart tumbled over from the violence of the blow.
Lena waved the whip over him. Bart frowned, wondering what she meant. She obviously was not going to speak, and it set Bart's nerves on edge. Again the whip cracked, and Bart grunted with the sharp pain which afflicted his shoulder.
Again she waved the whip over his body, and suddenly Bart understood. She wanted him to get undressed. His feelings were all mixed-up. He wasn't sure he liked this silent humiliation through which he was going. Lena appeared to be far more deadly than formerly, and it made him nervous.
He started to stand up in order to dress, and again he cried out, this time with some anger evident in the tone of his voice, as she caught him again on his haunches.
He was to undress in that crouched, animal-like position. Swallowing his pride he started to undress, throwing his clothes on a chair, as he removed them. It was a degrading struggle to get off his trousers and jockey shorts. He finally lay down on the floor, full-length and arched his hips up to remove them.
His cock stood upright, a passionate red color. The tip of it gleamed with his pre-come juices.
He was tempted to touch it, but he had determined to be the perfect slave today; to try and win some favor, or some acknowledgement from Lena.
Dealing with her was a frustration, and even if he got off on the frustration, there were times when he rebelled.
Lena looked down at his magnificent cock and licked her lips. Her tongue glowed, luridly pink against the black mask.
She sat down casually on the clothes which Bart had placed on the chair. Bart opened his mouth to speak, and then thought better of it. Lena's green eyes glowed like deadly emeralds behind that full mask. He had never been subjected to absolute silence.
He thought he would rather prefer a tirade of abuse, rather than the awesome silence which made him hear the sound of his own heart beating.
Lena spread her legs wide, and Bart's blood rushed through him, raising the pressure in his already engorged cock. She pointed at her swollen, gorgeous pink twat meat.
Bart's cock lurched agonizingly with disappointed desire.
She wanted him to eat her out! He grabbed his cock, desperate for relief, to indicate that he needed to stuff her beautiful tight cunt.
She lashed him hard across his hand, and Bart growled with frustration. For the growl, he was lashed again. Lena meant serious business.
Sweating with the pain of his turgid fuck tool, he crawled over between Lena's legs, and buried his face in her muff.
She smelled wonderful to Bart, in spite of the pain of his raging cock. He opened his mouth, and started to lap up and down on her gorgeous twat, smacking his lips as he enjoyed the taste of her come juices.
He pried his tongue into her fuck hole, and Lena grunted. She rewarded him for exciting her by lashing him on his muscular haunches.
Bart's face started to bob up and down as he lashed every inch of her swollen pussy meat with his talented tongue.
As he drove Lena wild, his own cock became wilder. He was afraid he was going to shoot, without any help at all from himself! He had thought that was impossible, but the way his juices were boiling in his contracted balls, he began to wonder.
He savored every inch of Lena's beautiful pussy, dipping deeply into her quivering quim to suck out her honey, and then sliding his tongue wetly up to her clitoris which he circled with the tip of his tongue furiously.
Lena's thighs started to tremble, and she pressed them against the sides of his head, cutting off any sounds. The pressure built, and Bart felt almost feverish, as he bobbed up and down over Lena's precious pussy meat.
Bart enjoyed the oral adoration of Lena's cunt. His problem now lay in his own rampant cock. The pain was almost unbearable, but Lena, her legs pressed tightly against the sides of Bart's head, looked as if she were going to take her time coming.
That was exactly how Lena felt. She lay back, wallowing in her fleshy pleasure, as Bart's warm, full lips kissed her cunt, and his tongue did service to her aching twat.
She felt an immense pleasure in withholding her orgasm. The pressure of her impending climax was creating almost as intense an ecstasy as the orgasm itself.
And Bart, obviously in pain with his hard cock throbbing violently, added to the pleasure. He was being a good slave, she thought, as she threw her head back and breathed deeply, letting the hot waves of pleasure take possession of her.
Her pussy cream poured freely from her cunt and trickled down the delicate curve of her ass crack. Lena knew that she was wrinkling Bart's clothes, and that made her even more excited. Bart was so fastidious. Her come cream was dribbling into them, staining them, making them smell of her pussy juices.
Bart was not going to leave her bedroom without some mementos of today's session! Her hips started to respond to the excitement which Bart's tongue was creating. As his tongue tickled the flower-like folds of her cunt, as he wetly circled her inflamed clitoris, making it jump, she started to hump into his mouth.
She ground her swollen muff heavily into his full wet mouth, spreading the plump white outer lips farther apart, to increase the area of her inner labia which were subject to the wet lashing of his thick, strong tongue.
She felt her belly begin to contract as the pre-orgasmic tension built. She knew she was going to have to come, and soon!
Bart opened his mouth and covered her whole pussy in his wet oral cavity and began to suck on her secret sex meat.
"Ohhh!" Lena gasped, feeling the tension build in her whole body. His sucking mouth increased the throbbing which coursed through her. Her love nubbin tingled sharply, and then she felt the first convulsions of her orgasm.
Her pussy walls closed inward, and then expanded. She felt as if her cunt were sucking on air.
Her pussy juices spewed out of her, propelled by the sharp contractions of her cunt walls. Bart started to suck furiously, and Lena's hips bounced up and down furiously on the chair, as her orgasm peaked. Her face was suffused with the flush of passion, and her body had goose bumps on it.
Her lovely limbs gleamed with sweat. Bart's tongue was as indefatigable as his cock, not that Lena would say anything nice to him about his cock. She alone was aware of his merits as a stud. Bart thrived on being told how miserable he was, and that was what Lena gave him.
She moaned softly as her orgasm started to fade away, leaving her body weak and trembling. Bart continued to suck on Lena's cunt until she winced and pushed him away. His tongue on her super-sensitized love button, which had brought her such ecstasy, was now causing her pain.
She lay on the chair, feeling her pussy cream pour out of her cunt in slimy streams and listened to Bart's heavy breathing. She knew he was miserable, and the fact that she was the cause of his misery excited her again.
But she didn't want him in her cunt today. She was going to provide him with the most delicious agony she could.
She got up and went to her secret cache which contained her leather paraphernalia.
Bart's eyes widened as she brought out her new, more sophisticated equipment. The first thing she threw at him was a leather straightjacket. She indicated silently that he was to put it on.
"I don't know about this, Lena," the man said, looking at her anxiously. Lena brought an ugly red welt to his shoulder, by cracking the whip on him.
Bart got into the strait-jacket. Lena buckled up the jacket in the front, and then crossed his arms across his breast, and tied the sleeves of the jacket behind his back.
Lena was beginning to think that she should have something hanging from the ceiling, by which she could hoist her clients up and leave them dangling. She had been doing quite a bit of reading, before she got this equipment, and she loved what she had learned.
She had a whole new perception of bondage and discipline, and her head was teeming with ideas.
Having finished securing Bart in the straight jacket, she next tied Bart's feet together with leather thongs.
Bart gasped, when he realized what she intended to do next! She waved a steel ring at him, which was open on one end.
This she put around his cock.
"Owww! No, Lena, please don't ... ooohhh!" he gasped, as she closed the cock ring around the base of his penis.
The pressure of the cock ring caused Bart's already erect penis to swell even bigger, and the pressure shot waves of agony through him.
"Oh, Lena, you have to take it off, owww!"
Lena's tits shook gorgeously with her laughter. She stood up and surveyed her handiwork, and grinned, placing one foot on Bart's belly, as if he were merely a foot rest.
Her pussy creamed again as she looked down at her bound, tortured slave. She wanted him to beg for his freedom, and he was doing it!
Come to think of it, Lena thought, she had been much too lenient with all of her slaves. And she went lighter on the ones who were her favorites, like Bart.
Bart was about to taste what B and D really were about. He was really going to learn humility. She waved at him, indicating that he should get up on his knees.
She watched him struggle, wincing because of the tightness of the strait-jacket. He moaned as he finally got up on his knees.
Lena turned around and pointed to her ass. Bart was going to lick her clean!
"Oh, Lena, please, I gotta...."
Lena swung around and hit him very hard on his haunches, and then again turned around and presented her ass.
She knew what Bart needed, and it wasn't the indulgence of being buried in her cunt. Bart needed discipline. He needed to service her and be deprived.
She looked over her shoulder, and saw his cock, bigger than she had ever seen it, in all the time she had known him. She smiled, knowing she was now on the right track.
Bart was moaning. "Please, Lena, I have to come."
Lena didn't answer. She would give him exactly ten seconds to bury his face in her ass.
She didn't have to wait that long. Bart was intelligent enough to know that Lena wanted her ass licked, and whether or not she would let him come-however she would allow him to come-he would not be given the opportunity if he did not service Lena when she requested.
He leaned over and flicked his tongue between her ass cheeks. Getting inside her plump firm cheeks to reach her asshole posed a problem, since he didn't have the use of his hands.
He kept pressing inward with his face, rolling his face from side to side to spread the smooth white buns of the woman.
His tongue flicked out and finally made contact with her asshole. He pried his tongue in deeply, feeling her sphincter muscles press against his prying tongue.
Bart drove his tongue up her ass and down, wetting every inch of her inner meat that he could. Again Lena appeared to be panting with passion.
Bart was tempted to snake his tongue down farther, and get at her sweet pussy juices.
But he didn't dare do more nor less than what Lena commanded him to do.
He could sense the tremor in Lena's body which meant that she was on the verge of orgasm again.
That sent his blood pouring through his bound, tumescent cock even harder. The pulsing prick shot waves of pain and sensual lust through him.
As he kept licking Lena's ass, thinking of the degradation involved, he felt with profound surprise and relief his cock start to ejaculate.
His hips suddenly went out of his control, as he humped the hair, his buttocks muscles rippling wildly.
Lena looked down and saw his cock spewing its thick heavy load. As his excitement grew and his orgasm peaked, his balls churning up heavy loads of his scum, his lapping, lashing, slurping motions on Lena's cunt picked up speed and frenzy.
Lena's orgasm was triggered by the sight of Bart spilling his seed, while his tongue went crazy with unabashed furor on her asshole.
Her hips started to hump backward and forward, too, as her pussy spilled its heavy streams of cunt juice. Her juices dribbled in slimy streams to the floor, staining her thighs which she had pressed together to give her cunt the stimulation it needed to reach the peak she wanted.
She gasped as her orgasm rose upward, making her light-headed. Her whole body was convulsed with the red-hot pleasure which had taken possession of it.
Her body tensed tightly for a moment, and then relaxed. She was shivering wildly. Behind her, she heard Bart groaning, as he ejaculated the last of his gism, his tongue still going crazy on her tingling asshole.
She pulled away from him, and stared down at him. Then she grinned, evilly. She had an idea-a good idea.
She strode to the door of the bedroom, took one last look at Bart's flabbergasted face, and then closed the door behind her.
Behind the door, she heard Bart protesting. She shook her head. According to the literature she had been reading lately, that was not good form for a slave. A slave was bound to do your will, and protest was not allowed.
She opened the door, and swung into the room, her lash flailing wildly, with hissing noises through the air.
Bart caught on fast!
Again she left the room, and walked noisily down the hall, to the stairs. She clumped noisily down the stairs. When she got to the living room, she poured herself a brandy and sat on the sofa, checking the clock. She was going to leave Bart bound up there for an hour.
She grinned. That should be worth another orgasm to him!
Actually, when she had been reading the books, she realized that in order to be a good mistress, she would have to alter her attitudes, too. It was she, and she alone whose pleasure was important, and the slave's only duty was to service his mistress.
She wondered how long he could last up there without screaming and yelling? She waited out the hour, and Bart was very quiet. She had frigged herself to a wonderful orgasm while she had waited down below.
The most exciting fantasy which finally triggered her climax was the thought of Bart struggling his bonds, and waiting, passive, for her pleasure.
At the end of the hour, Lena walked up the stairs, and into the room.
Bart had knocked over a couple of chairs, and a table, in his struggles to get loose.
Laughing, she released him. Then she walked out of the room again, to wait for him to bath and leave.
Lena loved wearing the new leather outfit, loved the way it fit.
When Bart had left, without Lena having said one single word to him, she walked around the house in the outfit for awhile. She wondered what William's reaction to the outfit would be?
She was so wrapped in thought, she didn't hear the door open.
She sat where she was in the living room, sipping her brandy, still clothed in her dominatrix outfit.
With one hand, she was idly rubbing her aroused and tingling pussy. At this point, she would have enjoyed someone's cock stuffing her cunt. She was almost sorry that she had let Bart go without letting him fuck her.
But fucking was not the province of slaves. Fucking belonged to men.
A low, guttural laugh startled her out of her chair.
She swung, and found her husband staring at her, his eyes riveted on her naked, leather-decorated body.
Immediately, she stiffened. But he was regarding her with a humor mixed obviously with lust, and as Lena's eyes descended to his crotch, she realized that he had a hard-on.
Could it be that her own husband was turned on by this?
"Ahh, you caught me in my favorite sexual fantasy," she said, grinning at him.
"So I see. Why didn't you tell me?" her husband asked.
Lena shrugged.
"I like it," she said.
She watched in awe, as her husband started to take his clothes off. Lena quivered, as she watched his handsome body revealed.
His cock was fully erect, and it bobbed lewdly as he walked toward her, licking his lips.
Lena almost went crazy until she realized that she was in her dominatrix outfit, and she couldn't let her husband have his way. Those were the rules of the game.
She called the plays! She stepped backward a few feet, to the chair, and then lifted the whip off the arm where she had placed it, and sent it hissing through the air.
"Owww!" her husband gasped, as the whip bit into his skin.
"Down on your knees, slave!" she commanded.
Instantly, her husband got down on his knees.
"Crawl over here to your mistress!"
William, her dignified, always correct William, got down on all fours, and started to crawl toward his wife. When he was just in front of her, his face inches from her pussy, he looked up pleadingly.
Lena sneered at him, and pushed him to an upright position by digging into his solar plexus with the toe of her boot. His cock throbbed powerfully with the lusty blood which engorged it.
"You call that a cock?"
Lena spat on him. William looked aghast, and lost his capacity for speech.
"Answer me!" Lena bellowed, bringing the whip down on her husband's shoulder.
William still didn't answer, and he didn't mind that he was speechless. Here, wrapped up in one adorable woman was the answer to all his dreams. A lover of leather! A woman who could dominate him, as his mother had spent her life trying to dominate him!
He had wasted most of his best years avoiding his mother's domination, and he had thought that Lena wouldn't go in for it. She seemed to amenable to him in all his whims.
All the love he had for her welled up in him, and his cock got harder, and redder looking, as his beautiful wife sneered at him, her legs slightly apart, encased gorgeously in black leather boots.
He reached up to grab her, and Lena brought the whip down again.
"Dog! What makes you think you can touch me?"
"You're my wife! That's why!" William explained.
Again the whip bit into William's smooth skin, leaving a livid welt behind.
"That's no excuse to make free with me, or to assume that you can do anything without getting permission first."
William looked up at his wife keenly. She meant business.
He bowed his head, and nodded, his cock thrilling to painful life.
"Just for being so un-slavish, you can't have my cunt!" she said.
William moaned, and reached for his turgid fuck tool. If he couldn't shoot off in his wife's cunt, then he was going to have to suffer the humiliation of jerking off in front of her!
He started to pump on his huge, hot cock. He felt the flesh shivering in his powerful grip.
His hand came away fast when he felt the lash again-this time on his quivering, muscular buttocks.
He clenched his ass cheeks together to brace against the sharp pain which coursed through him.
"Owww!" he moaned, as his wife came closer to him, until the sweet musky fragrance of her cunt wafted to his nostrils.
She pointed at her cunt, and then humped her hips lewdly at him.
William, his cock pounding painfully, crawled closer and buried his face in his wife's muff. He pried his tongue into her cunt cleft, and separated her lips, and then began to lick away the come cream, which was coating the soft pink meat.
He loved the taste of her cunt, loved the feel of the incredibly soft flesh as it quivered and rippled under his hot, lashing oral muscle.
"You call that eating me out? You better do better than that!"
Again the lash came down on William's ass cheeks.
He moaned against her muff meat, sending little vibrations rushing through the ardent woman.
"Oooh, that's awful," she screamed, getting very excited, and whipping her husband's ass again.
Already his smooth flesh was covered with little red welts.
Lena regretted that all her bondage supplies were up in the bedroom.
She could have really done a number on William! All that new and unused equipment.
Her husband's tongue continued to undulate wetly up and down over her pussy flesh.
She felt her thighs beginning to tremble. Her knees felt like water.
Her body quivered feverishly, as William's expert tongue brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
Lena humped her muff against her husband's mouth, and moaned as her love nubbin popped out of its fleshy sheath for the fourth time that day.
Her very asshole quivered with sympathetic pleasure. Lena felt the convulsions rise in her, felt her nipples pucker. She spread her legs a little wide, to give her husband more room to maneuver his strong, wet tongue, and also to give herself more balance, since she was afraid that she was going to topple over.
The convulsions grew and grew until Lena's pussy cream flowed lavishly out of her cunt.
Her husband's mouth sucked noisily on the slimy streams of snatch syrup, as he attempted to swallow all of it.
Again Lena felt his tongue on her clitoris, circling it. Then he bit her, gently, and Lena's head snapped back as the orgasm peaked and took possession of her entire body.
"Ohhh," she gasped in spite of herself, as her hips rocked back and forth in a sexual frenzy.
Lena's come lasted a long time. Her husband kept on munching her pussy. But Lena had had enough of coming without being stuffed with prick.
Her husband made the mistake of coming home early? Good, he could service her, and if he didn't do a good job, she would see to it that he kept fucking her and fucking her, and fucking her, until he did do a decent job.
"Over on your back, slave!" Lena snarled.
William did as he was told immediately. He was in agony. His balls were contracted, and throbbing painfully with their heavy load.
His cock kept getting bigger and bigger, and he was afraid he would shoot at any moment.
Lena straddled his muscular, slender haunches, and started to squirm downward. She eased her aching cunt over the massive mauler of her husband.
"You better fuck me good, or I'll hang you up by your balls!" Lena husked.
William moaned, as he felt her pushing herself downward on his cock. He felt her hot pussy walls spread as his cock snaked its slimy way into her cunt.
Her pussy juices flowed heavily against his cock, greasing it, making her soaking wet and hot inside.
Lena felt her cuntal walls throbbing against her husband's pulsing prick shaft. She squeezed her pussy muscles tight, and moaned, as she pushed downward until her husband was balls-deep in her cunt.
She gasped. She had never felt her husband as big as this, or as hot as this! His massive peter throbbed hotly, violently in her tight wet cunt.
It was as if she were plugged into some hot, erotic current that rushed through her, making her feel more alive than she had ever felt.
Her body flushed with the feverish ecstasy which rapidly took hold of her and made her helpless, helpless for everything except fucking, easing the maddening itch which had built in her cunt.
She bobbed up and down on his cock, feeling the hard sides massage her hot pussy.
She grunted as the first quivering of her orgasm rippled through her pussy, and spread hotly until her whole body was involved in the fleshy pleasure.
Her thighs rippled, the insides of them wet with William's sweat. William was panting and groaning fiercely, and Lena knew that he was on the verge of coming.
She had teased him to that point, and now she wanted to feel her own orgasm, with her pussy walls wrapped around the powerful flesh which pried deeply into her womanhood.
Her humping motions became harder, and faster. The quivering turned to a wild convulsion which rippled through her hotly, and Lena let out a guttural groan.
She felt her husband's cock lurch again, coming to bigger size, and then she felt his hot jizz pouring into her in strong, heavy streams.
His come juice mixed with her pussy cream, and poured down lavishly, making his pubic hairs all wet and slimy. Lena felt the slime against her quivering ass cheeks as she slammed down heavily into his groin, driving his massive fuck prod deeper and deeper into her.
She couldn't have enough! And she didn't even need her customers any more! Her husband seemed to be into the same trip.
Lena gasped as her orgasm trickled away, leaving behind a warm after-glow.
"When did you become indoctrinated into the fine art of bondage, darling?" Lena asked, pushing herself forward until she was lying flat on her husband's belly.
He pulled the mask off her face.
"For quite some time. I suppose I have a confession to make...."
"Don't you dare, William Sanders!" Lena laughed, putting a soft finger on his mouth to silence him.
"Well, then, we're going to have to revise the terms of the contract," her husband explained.
"In order to play this game, this home has to be livable for both of us."
"I agree," Lena said, biting her husband's neck. "But I'm so glad you caught me! We might never have found another area of pleasure which I think is superb!"
"I agree with you," William said, caressing her soft black hair.
His cock was swelling again in her cunt.
"By the way,, darling, what brings you home?"
"Didn't Alice call you?"
"No," Lena said, looking down at her husband's handsome face.
"I'm home because Mother is eloping this evening with Rudie, and she wants me along. When Alice gave me the message this morning, which I couldn't take personally because I was at a faculty meeting, I told her to call back and say that I had gone home sick, and probably wouldn't be able to make it.
"Darling mother told Alice that she didn't believe her, and was going to come over to my offices, and drag me along. So I came home."
The door bell rang, startling them both.
"Your mother!" Lena gasped, standing up.
William got to his feet.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll take care of this, and hopefully, mother, for as long as she lives."
He sauntered toward the door, stark naked.
"William! Your clothes!" Lena gasped.
William's cock was fully erect when he opened the door wide.
Lena, listening carefully, heard a shriek in a tone of voice she recognized.
"Well, hello, Mother," she heard William say. There was a murmured reply to which William answered:
"Sorry, Mother. I'm going to spend the day fucking my wife."
With that, he closed and locked the door, and walked back into the room, his cock held tightly, and! with delicious intent, in his hands.
Lena dropped her whip.
As she fell into her husband's arms, she knew that it was only a momentary lull in an interesting and never-ending game.
When William woke up the following morning, to the sound of the phone, he almost fell out of bed.
He had tried to reach for it, and couldn't. His arms were bound to his sides, with rope wound around and around his body.
His legs were bound the same way.
"I'll get it, darling," he heard his wife's voice say. She went to the phone.
"Oh, hello, Rudie," Lena said. "Yes, he's here, but he can't come to the phone right now. Oh ... she what? Oh, dear!"
William who had been struggling with his bonds, trying to release them, looked up at Lena, and frowned. Lena's face was taut with worry for a moment, as she listened to Rudie, and then her face melted into amusement.
"She did? Oh. You what? Oh, Rudie, I think that's marvelous, darling!" Lena laughed, throwing her beautiful head back.
William, watching her, felt his morning hard-on get harder. He looked down at his magnificent cock throbbing at right angles to his prostrate body. She was so sensual, so gorgeous!
"Well, Rudie, I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure your wife will thrive on it. Certainly, have a good honeymoon, and give William's love to Harriet, and my love too. 'Bye, Rudie."
Lena hung up the phone, and grinned at William.
"Your mother has met her match!" she said, curling up on the bed beside him.
"Will you release me, please. I do have to go to school, you know."
"Oh, I'll release you, darling. As soon as I've wreaked my will on you."
William winced as more blood flowed into his cock. He felt as if it were burning, and his haunches rippled, as his sphincter muscles contracted with anticipatory pleasure.
Lena sat up, and flung off her silk nightgown.
"What has Mother done now, and what did Rudie do?" William asked.
"I'll tell you later," Lena murmured, reaching over and flicking her finger at her husband's fantastic prick.
"Ouch!" William barked.
"Hunh!" Lena snorted with contempt. "What kind of a husband did I marry? You can't even stand a little pain?"
She got up and went to her private cache of weapons, and pulled out the thick leather belt.
"Lena, you wouldn't dare!" William gasped, feeling his cock lurch with excitement again.
She wouldn't dare, but he hoped she would!
In answer, Lena expertly flicked the belt along and exposed portion of his lean belly. William's body jerked at the blow.
He couldn't have adored his wife more than he did at that moment, even if he were furious with her, and intended to exact some light vengeance, if he could.
Lena flicked the belt again, catching him in his muscular rump. She laid several more lashes on him, and each lash served to further excite his massive mauler.
But Lena wasn't finished with him yet. She pulled one of her favorite tricks, her pussy creaming madly with desire.
She got up on the bed, and sat on the foot board, her legs spread, so that the flower-like folds of her passion meat were enticingly visible to her husband. She grinned as she saw the drop of pre-come on his cock head.
"Lena, come over here," her husband said, his voice guttural with lust.
"William, what makes you think you deserve me?" she asked, rubbing her cunt meat until her fingers gleamed with her pussy syrup.
William writhed in the ropes, feeling his balls contract, distended with an awful load of gism, which made him feel as if he would explode if he didn't release it.
But still his wife subjected him to delicious torment.
"I'm waiting for an answer, William," his wife said. Her slender middle finger had pried into her love hole.
"Because I'm your husband," he said, getting red in the face from his exertions, and also a growing anger combined with his lust.
"Not good enough, William"
William scowled. He had an idea of what his wife wanted. He sighed, desperate to release his load.
"Well, dear, if the truth be known, I don't deserve you. You are far too beautiful and far to fine for a meager man like me. No," he said, mournfully, "I don't deserve you."
"That's better," Lena said hitting him again with the belt. She was relieved that he had given her the answer she needed, because her cunt needed her husband's cock, and desperately.
The sight of his raging fuck hammer had inflamed her almost to desperation. She started to work her way, with agonizing slowness, on her knees, up her husband's body, until his cock bobbed against her hairy, plump muff.
"Ohh, put it in, put it in," her husband moaned.
Lena flicked the super-sensitized head of his cock with her finger again, and looked at him contemptuously.
"Yeoow!" her husband howled, feeling the sharp sting mix with his erotic sensations.
"William, you must learn patience," Lena said softly. She grasped his cock at the base of it, loving the way it felt, the softness of the skin, which covered the iron-hard core.
She rubbed his cock head against her throbbing pussy meat, and felt the soft pressure rip through her already inflamed cunt, driving her own need higher.
She lifted her haunches so that his cock was at the entrance to her cunt. And she rested there, panting, feeling her cunt meat tingle with the sexy contact.
"William, before I stick your cock in my cunt, I'm going to have to exact a promise of you."
"Anything!" William gasped.
"I want a baby," she said, smiling.
Her husband gasped, but he was too far gone to argue. "Anything! Have you baby!"
"Our baby!" Lena said, correcting him.
William's hips humped upward, trying to impale his wife's body on his cock.
"Our baby, then," William gasped.
"And until I know I'm pregnant, William, you are going to be tied up like this."
"Ohhh, I don't care. Put it in!"
Lena couldn't wait any longer. She had what she wanted-her bound husband's cock, and her baby.
She was a very happy woman, as she started to work her way downward, feeling her pussy walls spread as her husband's cock pushed into her.
"Ohhh!" she moaned, feeling the hot hard meat tickle her aching walls. She kept squirming downward, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt, until she felt his cock head nestled in the depths of her womanhood.
She leaned forward, bracing herself on her husband's hard, heaving belly, and began to ride him, gyrating her hips up and down over his cock, feeling the hard man meat ease the aching itch of desire which had inflamed her snatch.
Her cuntal muscles worked greedily around the pistoning fuck shaft, massaging his throbbing, raging fuck shaft, as she bounced up and down on his cock.
"Ohhh, good!" William gasped. His haunches rippled as he drove upward, matching Lena's downward plunge. The two of them raced for the , relief they wanted, the hot, lusty pleasure of orgasm.
William felt his hairy, heavy balls chum up their frothing load of liquid lust. His ass muscles contracted with sympathetic pleasure.
Lena gasped, as the first ripples of her own climax spilled through her body, causing her to convulse wildly.
The room was redolent with the smell of their sex juices, as they came wildly, violently.
An outrageous fuck.
Lena's gorgeous tits jiggled fantastically, as she bounced up and down on William's cock.
William grunted like a rutting pig, driving his cock deeper into the raging hot tunnel of his wife's desire. His fuck shaft expanded, and he shot his first load of come juice into his wife's cunt, just as her orgasm peaked.
Their come juices blended, and flowed hotly down Lena's cunt, pooling on William's wiry pubic hairs.
Lena's body jerked wildly as she suffered the delicious anguish of her climax, and then her body fell forward, as her husband shot the last of his load deep into her pussy.
"Mmmm!" Lena moaned. She caught her breath, and then sat up, to release her husband.
He grabbed her suddenly, and gave her one wild slap on her bare, wet ass. She looked at him shocked.
"What was that for?"
"Just to keep accounts squared," William said, smiling at her. Lena grinned and kissed him.
"You forgot to tell me about Mother," William said, as they shared a shower together.
"She tried to run away last night. Rudie caught her and has tied her to the bed. He says, except for rest breaks, he intends to keep her bound for the whole honeymoon."
William laughed uproariously.
"Good for Rudie. It will be a pleasure to make him a grandfather."
"I think, the way Rudie was talking, that he may make a baby before us."
William looked at his wife, initially shocked, and then he laughed again.
It was going to be a good day, he thought, as he fondled his wife's breasts, while soaping them.
