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 Archive name: Madabou3.txt (M/F, Bond)
 Authors name: Frost
 Story Title : Mad About You
 Part 3 of 8

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 He yanked her ankle downwards as he cinched the tie around the
 bedpost, then did the same with her other leg. She was splayed
 out helplessly, her legs wide, wide apart, and her mind was
 gripped with a desperate lust as she pulled and strained
 against the ties.

 She arched her back, panting and straining, moaning as she felt
 the tightness and firmness of the ties binding her.

 "Jesus," she panted. "Oh God!"

 Paul smiled, then climbed into bed, kneeling between her legs.
 He slid his hands up and down her straining thighs, then up
 over her belly, moving them in a slow, circular motion. He slid
 them up her ribs and over her breasts, caressing them softly,
 running his fingers and palms over the firm ivory surface.

 Jamie continued to strain and pull at the ties, her breathing
 rough and ragged already. He eased his right hand back down
 her body and in between her legs, then slowly wriggled a finger
 into her, letting it slide through the tight, moistness of her
 pussy lips and down into the hotter, sucking tunnel behind.

 He felt her pussy squeezing and pulling at his finger as he
 twisted it around, and saw her arch her back and shove her
 pussy up at him repeatedly. He eased his finger back, then
 thrust a second into her, making her gasp and groan.

 He brought his thumb down on her clitoris, squeezing and
 rolling it against his fingers.

 He was somewhat surprised at her response to date, but as he
 ground her clitty between his fingers and thumb he saw, to
 his amazement, her body begin to hump and shake and grind in
 desperate lust. He heard her gasps, and deeply passionate
 moans and whimpers, and saw her face drawn back in a wondrous
 mask of pleasure.

 She came, humping frenziedly, gasping and crying out her
 pleasure as she ground herself against his fingers.

 Jamie's mind seemed to explode as the pleasure foamed through
 her veins. The veins stood out on her throat as she opened her
 mouth wide in a scream of pleasure. Her chest was locked as
 muscular spasms ripped through her, so no sound emerged but a
 long, low gurgle as she arched her back again and again.

 Paul was fascinated as he watched her violent contortions,
 fascinated...and deeply aroused. In the years since they had
 been married he had never actually seen her come, not like
 this, not sitting back on his heels and watching.

 As she came he continued to pump his fingers in and out of
 her pussy tunnel, continued to grind them against her clitty
 and rub his thumb against it. He also closed his fist against
 her tit meat, crushing and squeezing and mashing it she
 whipped her head from side to side and cried out in pleasure.

 He grinned in smug pleasure as she slowly went limp before
 him. She twitched and spasmed and moaned, eyes closed, chest
 heaving.

 He pulled his fingers from her and ran both hands over her
 breasts, then eased his own naked body down over her. He
 chewed on the nape of her neck as he caressed her flesh,
 then reached above her and pulled a black silk scarf from
 under the pillow.

 He folded the scarf, then placed it over her eyes.

 "Pa...aul?" she moaned.

 He lifted her head and tied the scarf behind her head, then
 adjusted the front to be sure she could see nothing.

 "Pauuuulll? What...what are you doooing?"

 "Shhh."

 He chewed on her lower lip then eased back between her legs,
 kneeling there. He ran his finger into her quim and scooped
 out her moist, cunt honey, then pressed his finger to her
 lips and pushed it inside. She licked at it, then sucked
 weakly.

 He had to restrain himself at the sight, had to fight down
 the desperate desire to jump on her and fuck her madly. He
 knew that if he did that he would spew within seconds.

 "You belong to me," he whispered, running his hands over her
 body again. "Don't you. Don't you, baby."

 "Yessss," she panted.

 He mashed her breasts, then leaned forward and sucked her
 right nipple into his mouth, chewing and sucking it, then
 sitting back and sliding his hands between her legs once
 more. he shifted his legs back, then bent forward to get
 a close look at her steaming snatch.

 He slid two fingers of his right hand into her pussy, then
 added two fingers of his left hand. She moaned softly as he
 slowly peeled her cunt open, prying the pussy lips wide apart
 and revealing the glistening pink flesh inside.

 He tongued the little hole, then lapped along the insides of
 the lips, making his way up to her clitty. He kissed it, then
 sucked on it. He lapped like a cat, then rubbed his tongue as
 fast as he could. He blew a stream of air across the sparkl-
 ing little fuck button, then stuffed his tongue down her fuck
 hole and wriggled it around.

 Her hips began to grind up against him as he worked on her,
 moving with more and more energy. She began to whine and
 moan, and arch her back. She began to curse passionately, and
 whimper in pleasure.

 He stopped then, sitting back on his heels to watch her. He
 licked his lips, then wiped his mouth and got out of the bed.

 "Paul!?"

 He went to the closet and took out the camcorder on its
 tripod. He pulled it over beside the bed and set it up,
 focused on her, then plugged it in and turned it on. He went
 back to the closet and got the other things he'd placed there
 earlier, bringing them back to the bed.

 He climbed between her legs once again and knelt there, set-
 ting down his things beside him, then picked up a long feather.

 "Paaull? What are you doooing?"

 He smiled at her eagerness.

 "Something wrong?"

 "Wh...why did you stooop?"

 "Stop doing what?"

 "Paaauuull!"

 "Tell me what I was doing?"

 "I...don't tease meeee!"

 "Tell me what you want, Jamie?"

 "Paauulllll!"

 "Tell me. Say it!"

 "Pleease," she whined.

 "Tell me."

 "Lick meeee?"

 "What else?"

 "Eat me! Suck me and eat me! Pauuull!"

 She strained against the ties and groaned imploringly.

 "What kind of a woman would beg someone to eat her?" he sneered.
 "Only a real slut would do that."

 He slid the tip of the feather up and down her right inner
 thigh, and she twitched, gasping in surprise.

 "Are you a slut, Jamie?" he breathed, sliding the feather up
 and down her other thigh. "Are you a whore?"

 "Noooo."

 He eased the feather in a slow, circular motion around her
 pussy mound, then upwards across her belly and in between her
 straining breasts. He circled her tits, noting the sheen of
 perspiration on her body now, then moved the feather along
 the side of her throat.

 "Paaauulll! Stop iiiiit!"

 He ignored her, sliding the feather down around her breasts
 again, then stroking her right nipple. She arched her back,
 trying to shove her tits harder against the teasing, taunting
 feather, but he pulled it higher.

 He stroked her other nipple, back and forth, then in slow
 circles. She whined and complained, then cursed him, but he
 didn't stop.

 Instead he peeled her cunt lips open again, then flicked the
 feather across her clitty, sawing it rapidly back and forth
 as she humped upwards.

 "Fuck meeeee!" she groaned.

 "What was that? You want something, Jamie?"

 "Pleeeeease?" she whined.

 "Say it again."

 "Fuck meee!"

 "What's the magic word?"

 "Please," she panted. "Please fuck me, Paauuull."

 "Begging for it?" he smiled.

 "If you want it, beg," he whispered.

 "Please fuck me," she begged.

 "You must be a real slut to be begging for it," he said.
 "Are you a slut, Katherine?"

 "N...nooo,"

 "Then I'm not gonna fuck you."

 "All right! I'm a slut! Pleeease!"

 "Say it."

 "I'm a sluuut! Please fuck meee!"

 "You want me to stick my COCK in my, slut? Is that what you
 want? You want me to ram my prick up your slutty pussy?"

 "Yeeeeess! Oh, God!"

 "Say it."

 "P...Paaaauuuullllll! Pleeeasse!"

 He twirled the feather across her clitty, then over her
 nipples, then her face, then he put it down and picked up a
 candle and lighter. He flicked the lighter and lit the
 candle, then gave it a few seconds to burn before holding it
 over her right breast.

 He leaned over her and slowly turned it sideways, letting
 the hot wax fall onto her nipple. She gasped, and arched her
 back, then shook her body.

 "Paul! Owww! What are you doing!? Oooww!"

 He turned the candle further over, letting the hot wax drib-
 ble over her nipple and areola, then shifted to her other
 breast. She yelped and moaned and pulled against the ties as
 he dripped more hot wax onto her.

 He moved between her legs and pried her pussy open, exposing
 her clitty, then dripped hot wax onto that. She yelled and
 cursed and humped and jerked wildly, until he finally stopped.

 "Such a fun little toy to play with," he grinned.

 "Mmaaaarrrkk," she groaned.

 "Something wrong...slut?"

 "Fuck meee!?"

 "You'll have to beg harder...slut."

 She groaned and pulled at the ties.

 Jamie had never experienced anything like this in her life.
 She hadn't been involved with previous boyfriends for very
 long, and never before had she and Paul practised sexual
 games of any kind. She loved the bondage, the vulnerability
 and helplessness that filled her.

 She had expected him to simply make love...no, to fuck her
 once she was tied, yet instead he had, to her shock, mastur-
 bated her.

 She shuddered, even thinking the word. He had masturbated
 her! And she had come with a terrible power, shaking like
 an epileptic in a fit, and then he had blindfolded her,
 licked and sucked her almost to the point of another orgasm,
 and was now...now...toying with her, taunting and teasing
 her in a way she found both confusing and exciting.

 Her body was gripped by a monstrous lust, one that had
 begun as he'd eaten her, and then subsided, only to grow
 hotter, and more powerful as she felt his fingers and lips,
 and then what was obviously some kind of feather stroking
 her flesh.

 When she'd felt the sharp heat and stinging pain in her
 nipples she'd been shocked, at first, but then as it
 continued, and as she smelled the scent of what was
 obviously a candle, she realized what he was doing.

 She almost came, just by squeezing her cunt muscles so
 furiously and rapidly. The idea that he was dripping hot
 wax onto her nipples as she lay bound and blindfolded was
 perhaps the most erotic she had ever experienced.

 She had never felt so alive, sexually.

 She felt his tongue against her pussy again, felt his
 fingers inside her. The blindfold seemed to elevate her
 other senses, and her pussy felt incredibly tender as his
 tongue moved over it.

 The sexual heat rolled through her, and she began to hump
 against him, whimpering and groaning as her body shook with
 pleasure. His fingers pumped inside her as his tongue
 twirled across her clitty, and she felt a towering wave
 of pleasure building up over her, ready to crash down and
 swamp her.

 Then he halted. She quivered with anticipation, then anxiety,
 then moaned and strained at the ties again.

 "Paaulll!"

 "Shhh."

 "Fuck me! Pleeeeease!"

 "You want my cock...slut?"

 "YEeess!"

 "Say it."

 "I want your cock!"

 "You want me to shove it up your slutty cunt?"

 "Yesssss," she sobbed. "Pleeeeeasse!"

 "Tell me what a whore you are, and I'll fuck you."

 "Paaulllll!"

 "Do it. Tell me how you want me to ram my prick up your
 gash. Tell me how you want me to fuck your slutty cunt
 hole. Tell me what a filthy nympho whore you are, Jamie
 Buchman! Tell the world what a hungry little cunt little
 Jamie Buchman has become!"

 "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" she panted.

 "Tramp."

 "Fuck meeee! Fuck meee, Paaullll!"

 "Beg for it. Beg for it up your hole, slut!"

 "Fuck my hooole!" she gasped, the words blasting through
 her mind like fire. "I'm a slut! I'm a fucking cheap whore!
 I need your cock up my slutty cunt! Fuck me! Fuck my dirty
 whore cunt hole! Pleeeeasse!"

 He crawled up her body and straddled her, then leaned for-
 ward and lowered his cockhead against her mouth. He rubbed
 it back and forth across her lips and she opened her mouth
 and licked at it.

 "Suck it, baby. Make it nice and wet like your pussy, so it
 can slide right in there."

 She suckled on his cockhead like a baby on a nipple, moan-
 ing and slurping as she tongued it. He let his cock slide
 deeper into her mouth, letting her slurp and gurgle on it,
 then pulled free and got between her legs.

 He rubbed his cock up and down against her slit, then
 shoved the cockhead through her lips, drove it in an inch
 or two, then dove on top of her, thrusting it deep inside
 with one, hard motion, burying it up her snatch as his body
 crushed down on top of her.

 He grabbed her head and mashed his lips down on hers,
 silencing a scream of shock, then rutted with all his
 strength, deliberately ripping his cock up and down inside
 her as fast as he could, ramming it up her snatch, tearing
 it free, then stabbing it in again, grinding and pounding
 his hips against her splayed thighs as he sucked and
 slurped wetly against her mouth.

 His hips were a triphammer as he skewered her burning pussy
 with violent, furious passion. His mouth was voracious,
 sucking and chewing and biting and licking on her mouth and
 throat and cheeks as she thrashed and writhed beneath him.

 The first hard thrust had driven Jamie over the edge into
 a massive, shuddering orgasm, and as she felt his body
 grinding and humping and crashing violently against her she
 could only thrash her head and cry out in ecstasy, the sexual
 electricity tearing through her body in uncontrollable
 blasts of crackling power.

 Paul came inside her, and felt wad after wad of steaming
 jism blasting up her snatch. He groaned and bit down on her
 shoulder, gnawing at her flesh as the climax burst over him.

 He lay there atop her panting for breath, then, recovering
 some energy, slowly pulled back, slipping his softening
 cock from her tight sheath and sitting back between her
 legs.

 He climbed off and went to the camcorder, panning it slowly
 up and down her body, zooming forward to catch the beads of
 sweat on her forehead, then running down her body to her
 tight, moist snatch. He pulled back, then refocused it and
 got back between her legs.

 He picked up the vibrator he'd gotten from the closet, the
 one he'd bought just that day, and turned it on. He was
 virtually certain she'd never seen or felt one before, and
 hoped it had the effect he'd heard.

 He rolled it around her right breast, circling her nipple.

 "Paaulll? Wh...what is that?"

 "It's something made for sluts. A nice little toy that no
 true slut should be without."

 "Paaulllll," she whined.

 "Slut," he grinned.

 He buzzed the vibrator over her nipples, then rolled it
 down her belly and in between her legs. He forced it
 through her soft, succulent cunt lips and drove it deep
 into her snatch.

 "iiii," she groaned.

 "That's how a real slut reacts," he said. "Tell me what a
 slut you are, Jamie."

 "Ooohhh. I...I'm a slluuuut," she groaned.

 He pumped the vibrator in and out of her, then pulled it
 free and pressed three fingers against her hole, driving
 them in instead. He fucked his fingers in and out of her as
 he pressed the nose of the vibrator against her clitty and
 began to grind it down against the sparkling little bud.

 Almost at once she began humping up against him, panting
 and groaning and yelping in pleasure. Her head jerked from
 side to side and she arched her back as she whimpered and
 moaned in pleasure.

 He pulled it free then and turned it off, dipping his hand
 into the bowl he'd had beside him, the one he'd gotten from
 the closet earlier, and pulled out a round ice cube. He
 pressed it against her cunt, then popped it inside, using
 his fingers to drive it deep into her fuck tunnel.

 "Ahhh! Oohh! Paulll! OOohhh! Ahhhh!"

 Her ass bounced and jerked as she writhed and humped and
 strained against the ties, trying to break free.

 "Stop it! Take it out! Take it out!"

 Instead he picked up another cube and pushed that against
 her snatch, popping that down her pussy too. He slid a
 third, then a fourth, then a fifth cube up her snatch as
 she wriggled and thrashed and cursed him wildly. He had a
 full bowl of cubes, and he continued forcing them down her
 pussy, using his fingers and thumbs to force the cubes down
 to the very bottom of her fuck hole.

 He kept pressing them in, ignoring her whines and curses
 and groans, until her cunt was absolutely packed with them,
 until her cunt lips were unable to close because of the
 mass of hard icy cubes.

 He picked up another cube, then, unable to get it into her
 pussy, he slid it down to her asshole and popped it in
 there. This produced another howl of outrage, and another
 violent thrashing and shaking.

 He stuck his fingers between her pussy lips and gripped one
 of the cubes there, then tugged on it. It had melted
 against the other cubes, and didn't move. He pulled the
 cubes harder and slowly pulled them backwards.

 Jamie was shaking and trembling now from the cold, and
 groaned long and low as he slowly eased the entire mass of
 cubes back up her pussy. He pulled it free and examined it,
 seeing how the cubes had all melted together inside Jamie's
 hole, forming a kind of thick icy dildo.

 He slid his fingers into her pussy, feeling how cold it was
 in there as he pumped them in and out.

 "Guess that cooled off your hot pussy, eh, baby?" he grinned.

 "Baasstaard," she groaned.

 He pushed the ice back against her cunt, shoving it deep
 inside and pumping it back and forth.

 "Ooohh! Take it oooouuut!"

 He pulled it out, then pressed it against her asshole, prod-
 ding the little hole and pressing the ice forward.

 "NOo! Paaull!"

 He shoved the ice dildo into her asshole inch by inch as she
 screamed and cursed and shook her ass in an effort to stop
 him.

 He fucked her asshole with the dildo for a minute as he
 rubbed her pussy, then he picked up the vibrator and turned
 it on, then shoved it back into her snatch.  He pulled the
 ice out of her asshole and put it back in the bowl, then got
 up and went downstairs for a beer.

 Jamie lay there, panting and groaning for a few minutes. The
 cold and numbness began to fade from her guts as her breath-
 ing began to ease. She was more than a little amazed at
 herself...and at Paul.

 What in the hell was going on? How long had she lain here?
 How long was he going to keep this up? What else would he do
 to her now that she was helpless to resist?

 She had had not one, but two orgasms...again...and was just
 about to...would have had a third orgasm if that...that...
 filthy...thinking rotten bastard hadn't pulled the...whatever
 it was, the buzzing thing, away from her and shoved ice into
 her pussy.

 She'd never felt so cold. Her insides had nearly frozen over,
 and she'd trembled uncontrollably for long minutes. Now all
 she felt was a kind of quivering, buzzing...That was the
 thing, the...It had to be a vibrator. She'd heard of them
 but had never felt one before. It was an amazing sensation.
 It was like something was alive inside her.

 "Paaull?"

 There was no answer, but she didn't know if that was because
 he'd left the room, or because he was teasing her, the bastard.
 She felt the buzzing vibrations moving up and down her spine,
 and felt the hardness of the plastic sex toy inside her belly.

 If her friends could see her now! Friends? Hell! What if her
 parents, her God-fearing, bible-thumping Irish Catholic mother
 and father, found out what a...a...a slut she was? Jamie
 Buchman...slut!

 The very words made her quiver. Every time she'd done anything
 wrong the lecture would start with...Jamie Buchman...

 She'd been relived when she'd married, and gladly taken his
 last name.

 She imagined her colleagues at work walking in on her like
 this, imagined them seeing her all srpeadeagled, her hair
 matted against her face, a vibrator up her pussy.

 I'm such a slut!

 She pulled at the ties, straining against them as she felt her
 body quivering and shaking in tune with the vibrator. She felt
 a moist heat within her lower belly, felt it grow, grow so
 fast it astonished her. She moaned and writhed in the helpless
 fires of a sexual yearning that the ice had only delayed, not
 quenched.

 She felt pressure on the bed, and knew he was back. She
 clutched at the vibrator with her pussy muscles, frantically
 trying to work herself higher before he could pull her back
 again. She whimpered and groaned and bounced her ass on the
 bed as the tingling and trembling grew more powerful, as the
 churning in her guts ate its way up through her chest.

 She felt the tension ease on her ankles, then on her wrists.
 The ties were still around them but...it was as if they...

 She felt his hands under her, rolling her over onto her belly.
 She moved her arms and legs, and found that she could. She
 reached down to her crotch and gripped the vibrator, crying
 out in pleasure as she humped against it and jerked it back
 and forth inside her.

 Then he grabbed her wrists and yanked them up and apart,
 slapping her hands down on the mattress. He saw on her back
 as he tied the ties to the posts again, cinching them tightly.
 She moaned and humped against the vibrator, hoping desperately
 the orgasm would come quickly.

 He jerked her legs apart and tied them down, then got between
 her legs again. She felt his hand at her pussy, felt him pull
 the vibrator out.

 "Noooooooooo!" she sobbed. "Nooo! Let me come!"

 "You wanna come, slut?"

 "Pleease! Mmaaaaarrkkk!"

 He scooped a wad of lubrication from a jar and rubbed it over
 his cock, then shoved his finger into her asshole, wriggling
 it inside and pumping it in and out.

 "Paaaull!"

 He pressed his cock against her asshole, then shoved the vib-
 rator back up her pussy. She groaned in bliss, humping against
 it, almost ignoring the cock he was shoving up her ass.

 Continued in part 4...

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