John Friday: Raped wild wife

Tanya's sleek cunt held Grant's cock tightly. She'd adjusted some to the huge slab of cock meat being slowly hammered between her legs, but each probing thrust brought her nearer and nearer to the madness of complete joy.

"Ooooh, Grant… get it all into me. Let me feel every inch of your hot cock. I'm going to squeeze your prick and grind it and fuck it until you go crazy right along with me!"

"Yeah, you do that. That's what fucking is all about."

"I'm going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before. Sam will have to bust her pretty ass to keep up with me!"

"Hhhmmm, yeah. I think you're a little ahead already," Sam said.

He turned his head, not wanting either of them to see his grin. He thought a little friendly competition between their two pussies would be great. His cock would be the winner either way!

Tanya humped and screamed, fucking with all the uncontrolled fury of youth. Her red cunt mound thumped against his groin, jarring him pleasantly each time he drove his cock into her pussy.

She forgot completely that her ankles had been cuffed, and she lost the desire to spread her legs. She clamped them so tightly together that the metal cuffs clanked. She shuddered and thrilled to the spearing heat in her cunt. Grant's balls rested in the sleek valley formed by her shivering thighs. That tense warm motion stirred their massive load of cum. The jizz had begun to form while he was dining leisurely with Samantha, marveling at how appealing and sexy she was. The charge swelled larger during the tension of the shooting, so much so, that he almost came in his pants when his gun fired.

Now his lust reached the boiling point. Fucking hot young Tanya was an unexpected pleasure and a complete surprise. It made him think again how sexy Samantha was, and he began to wander what other delightful surprises she might have in store.

Tanya's wild spasms loosened the searing hot pressure in his balls. They grunted and slammed their bodies together, writhing in delight as his jism shot into her cunt.

"Unnggh! Aaaggghhh! Hhhhooo!" she moaned. "I love it! Oh, I love the heat of your cum. It's making my pussy boil and splash so full! I can't wait to have you cum in my mouth where I can taste it! I want to suck your cock next!"

"Oh, no you little bitch. I get fucked before you touch his cock again!" Samantha said. "And when I'm done there won't be a drop left in his balls big enough to taste!"

Grant just kept grinning and fucked himself dry. "This is the best damn battle I've ever been in the middle of!" he told them both. "I hope you gals decide to fight all night and the next day too."

Brett Allison walked into the motel office where Grant had been that afternoon. The owner only glanced at him. Brett was a frequent customer. They knew each other well. The owner's attention focused mainly on the luscious brunette he saw outside in the car. She looked resplendent in her wrapping of dark mink, and very sexy the way she kept stroking the fur – preening like a cat.

The motel owner had to look twice before he believed his eyes, then he grinned slyly at Brett and said: "You sonuvabitch, you know who that is you're planning to fuck?"

"She said her name was Veronica."

"No last name?"

"She didn't say. Who cares? She's a lot better looking than the usual old bag hot to get her droopy tits sucked."

"That's Grant Dunlap's wife."

"The vice cop? That sonuvabitch?" Brett felt a sudden burst of chilling fear.

"Of course, maybe he won't care. He spent the afternoon here with his new partner and I don't think they came to watch TV."

"That bitch! She never told me that she was a fucking cop's wife. She's been giving me a lot of shit about her family owning a furniture store."

"Her father does… A very sleazy, very profitable operation!"

"Oooh, yeah?" Brett felt better, but still pissed because the woman had led him on. "I've changed my mind about which room I want. Let me have one of the bondage suites… one where the bed has been fitted with straps."

"Sure," said the owner. He gave Brett the key and restrained his ironic laugh until he'd gone out of the office. Those particular beds came from the very store that Brett was so anxious to control.

"Well, if nothing else, he'll have complete control of her!"

Veronica got an uneasy feeling the instant she stepped into the room. Brett closed and locked the door and stood leering at her, wetting his lips with his tongue while they curled into a strange, almost sinister grin.

Although the room was comfortably warm, she felt a chill and wrapped the open front of the luxurious coat closely around her trembling body, snuggling in its warmth.

"What's it like being a cop's wife?" he asked her with a cold, cutting edge on his voice. "It's the shits," she answered, without thinking.

That was the conclusion she'd come to. Suddenly she whipped around, surprised that he knew. It was something she hadn't wanted to discuss until they knew each other better. Much better!

Brett grabbed the collar of the coat and jerked her toward him. "Don't ever try to feed me a line of shit again," he hissed.

"I – I won't. I – I didn't. Not really. Grant and I are finished. I've already talked to my parents about it. They're loaning me money so I can fly to Mexico for a divorce. I'll be back the next day… free. Completely free! I wanted that before we even met. And I want it more now!"

The cringing fear in her eyes excited him. He thought he sensed a smoldering sexual excitement born of dread. "Qoooh, you're gonna get more, all right! More than you can handle, maybe." He pushed her backward and sent her sprawling across the bed. Her coat flew open and showed the front of her clinging, low-cut dress.

"Brett!" she cried in alarm. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Think about what's going to get into you," he said. Brett circled the round bed and hauled up two heavy leather wrist straps concealed in the frame.

"Oooooh, my God! No, Brett! Please!"

But by then, he had one of her arms cinched tight in a band of cold black leather. She tried to twist out of reach, but he caught the other arm and jerked it over her head.

"You're feeding me shit again," he snarled. "Saying no when this excites the hell out of you. I can see how your eyes gleam. You love it, you lying bitch! You can hardly wait for me to rip your clothes off and whip your cunt!"

"Grrruuungh!" She struggled fiercely, but realized what he'd said was true. Being bound and helpless was strangely trilling.

He circled back and grabbed one of her legs, hauling up an even thicker strap for that. "In a couple of minutes, you won't be able to move anything but your steaming cunt!"

"Aaagghhh!!" Veronica tried to kick her leg free, but Brett's grip was strong, and the gleaming chrome buckle he cinched tight was stronger still.

"One more pretty leg," he gloated.

Her dress hiked up as he yanked her legs apart. He could see a stain of dampness spreading in her crotch. There'd been a trace of fuck juice stirring his finger in her cunt at the bar, but now it was spreading even more.

Veronica gasped and shuddered helplessly when he bound her other ankle, spreading her wide.

"Your pussy is dripping-wet already," Brett chuckled. "Is this how your fucking cop husband turns you on?"

"Noooo," she moaned. "He never did anything like this."

"And he didn't excite you like this either," he concluded. "Ii that why you're dumping him?"

"I guess that's part of it. Mostly, I don't like him being a cop."

"We've got that in common, lady. I don't like cops either! I especially don't like that fucker Grant Dunlap. I'm going to love fucking that bastard's wife!"

Veronica cringed. She'd become an object of revenge and spiteful rage again. It both frightened and thrilled her more than before. Now she had some idea what to expect. Her body wrenched and heaved as wildly as her restraints would allow.