Robert Kelly - Billy_s horny mother

Barbara bent her neck so that her long tongue was able to lick over the boy's hairless balls. She could feel the cum boiling in those spheres. Every once in a while, the tip of her tongue found its way into the crack of his ass. With his help, she was able to run the tip of her tongue around the tight ring of Billy's asshole.

Billy enjoyed Babs' explorations, but he was more interested in getting his cock ready for those tits of hers. The idea of pounding the breath out of Barbara's body was making his cock ache with desire.

"I want my dick good and wet," he told her, keeping a cutting, dominant quality in his voice.

Barbara hadn't figured out yet what the boy wat after, but it didn't make the slightest difference. If Billy told her to soak down his meat, that's the only thing she thought about.

Billy was pleased at how quickly Babs carried out his orders. The sound of her wet lapping mouth filled the room. His cock tingled from the glistening moistness of her saliva. He leaned back on his heels, enjoying the warmth of her tongue, lips, and mouth. The fact that the slaving ramp had to stretch uncomfortably made it just that much more fun for both the sadistic master and his masochistic servant.

"Move that cumbag body of yours around this way," Billy snapped, grabbing her straps and twisting the bitch any way he felt like twisting her.

Barbara wished that her hands were free to support the top of her body. With them handcuffed behind her back, she rubbed her soft-featured face against the harsh carpet. It wasn't only humiliating, it was painful too.

Billy handled the woman like a bag of shit. It was the way he knew she wanted to be treated. The more he slammed her around, the more he bruised her tits and ass, the better she liked it. The boy was experienced in rough stuff. His mother liked to be beat-up before they fucked.

When Billy shoved his cock down between Barbara's crushed tits, she knew what was expected of her. Using her entire body, she fucked back against his raging shaft, pushing his cock deep into her dark cleavage.

Barbara was glad she had soaked down Billy's cock. Without her saliva making things slippery, his dick would have burned the skin off the inside of her boobs. As it was, the pistoning insistence of his prick rubbed her skin raw until it was bright red.

Billy was really having one hell of a time. The woman's tits were as good as they looked. His cock hadn't been treated to as tight a fit in quite some time. Her skin was getting so hot that it started the juices boiling in his balls.

"I told you to move it, bitch!" Billy screamed, slamming his open hand into Barbara's face.

Before she had a chance to recover from the first blow, Billy struck Babs again. And then again. He wanted to show her, once and for all, who the boss was. She was going to respond to his desires with every ounce of strength in her body, or he was going to bust her ass.

Barbara didn't doubt how far Billy would go to satisfy his freaky tastes. She knew not to get too carried away with him. She knew that it might mean the need for a doctor to piece her back together again. She wasn't looking for that kind of trouble.

Billy bounced Barbara's body around like a rag-doll. She thrashed first one way, and then the next. Her tits would have bounced around the same way, had it not been for the chains, locks and leather that kept them rigid.

Billy finally found it impossible to hold back the raging force of his cock. Shoving his dick hard into the tightness of the woman's boobs, the tip of his tool exploded. His hips shot forward as he felt the cum shooting from the tiny pee-slit in the blunt tip of his dick.

"Yes, you slut. Yes, you fuckin' whore," the teenager screamed, lost in the throbbing passions or his lust.

Barbara loved all the dirty names Billy called her. It made her feel worthless and humble. When he spit those words at her she believed them.

"Cunt!" he screamed. "Filthy cum-hungry cunt!"

When his hips stopped thrusting, and she felt his cock going soft, Barbara let it slip from between her breasts. She studied its glistening skin before twisting her head low and popping the spent prick into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sweet cum, and sucked the last drops of precious liquid from his fucked-out shaft.

Barbara was sorry that she hadn't taken the full blast of Billy's jism down her throat. His sticky sweetness we just what her churning belly was looking for. She would have loved to struggle to get every last drop. She wouldn't have lost the smallest little bit of Billy's load.

At least she was able to enjoy the warm sensation of Billy's load dropping into the cleavage of her freshly-fucked tits. And Barbara knew that her lover had more loads where that came from. She was going to get her fill of his prick before the evening was half-finished, and she knew it.

Billy was surprised to feel his cock coming to life so quickly, but there was no denying the quiver of excitement surging through his prick at that moment. Barbara's mouth was even more experienced than Janet's. She sucked louder and wetter. And the sight of her twisted at hit feet, shackled for his pleasure, was almost too much to bear.

With his cock sticking straight out, Billy stood up. He towered over Babs, still enjoying her obvious discomfort. He rolled her around on the floor with the side of his foot. The sight of tears of pain welling in her eyes made his dick even hotter.

"Why don't you shove that fuckin' cock of yours into me, big fucker?" Barbara asked coyly, smiling despite the aching in her arms and legs.

"Not a bad idea," Billy remarked, reaching down and grabbing Barbara's left tit. "You got a lot of nice places to fuck, lady," he added, twisting that hunk of flesh sadistically.

Billy's eyes danced over Barbara's body trashed beneath his gasp. He was really turned on by the sight of her wiggling ass just out of sight under the black-leather bikini. The strap connecting Babs' locked wrists and ankles was drawn tight up the length of her ass-crack. The two cheeks of her buttocks were split apart like walnut. He was sure the leather strap and panties were cutting into her crotch savagely.

Barbara's eyes remained fixed on the handsome teenager as he went over to his jeans and drew out the thick black-leather belt from its belt-loops. The heavy steel buckle shimmered in the dim light. The horny bitch trembled with fear and lust.

"Get into the bedroom, slut!" Billy screamed.

Barbara was helpless. So totally shackled, she could hardly breathe much less make it into the other room. She didn't try to conceal the terror in her face as she looked up at her master. Babs looked for some sign of how Billy expected her to carry out his command.

"Sure, baby," Barbara said, her voice submissive. "Just unlock my feet for me, honey. Or my hands," she suddenly said. "Yeah, Billy honey. Unlock my hands and I'll crawl into the bedroom for you. Just like a fucked-out whore!"

The image of Barbara dragging her ass across the floor turned Billy's cock nice and hard, but his original thought made his cock burn even more. Doubling the belt over, he shot it forward, enjoying the sound of the strap whistling through the air.

The lash sliced into Barbara's hip like a knife, leaving a red welt across her perspiring skin a good two inches wide. Billy's blow had been so strong that the pain jerked her body across the floor almost a foot. The brutal stud was so pleased with the result of the lash, he struck Barbara again.

Once again the woman's harnessed figure moved closer to the bedroom. Babs suddenly realized how he intended to get her into the bedroom. She was thrilled with his technique, as the tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Billy was an animal, treating her like the animal that she knew she was.

"Get going, you bitch. You stinkin' slut. If you don't get that fat ass of yours in the bedroom quick, I'll really beat the shit out of your tits. You don't expect me to wait all day to shove my prick up your ass, do you?" he asked.