Jason Bonds: Chained trained wife

"This is the last time we're going to go through this," he said, rubbing his leaking cock tip against her lips. "You're gonna suck me off this time, Miss Prissy Ass."

"Not," she yelped, quickly turning her head aside. "I'll never put that thing in my mouth I hate that damned thing!"

Andy slapped her across the cheek with his cock, splattering clear pre-cum on her face.

"It's not a thing, you dizzy bitch!" he yelled, twisting her head to bring her lips back in contact with his prick. "It's my cock. And you're my Goddamned wife. Now suck it!"

He jabbed his drooling cock head against her closed lips, hating the way she was glaring up at him in silent defiance. When she refused to cooperate, he slapped her, causing her mouth to fly open. And when her lips parted, he crammed his cock into her mouth so suddenly she couldn't stop him.

"There," Andy said, smiling down at her as she gagged on his prick. "That's not so bad, is it?"

But the young man's mellow mood was quickly dispelled when his pretty wife sank her teeth into his cock, biting hard just behind the flared ridge of the cock head.

Vicky began spitting the instant he yanked his prick from her mouth, trying to rid herself of the vile flavor of her cunt and his cock. She despised the foul odors and flavors of sex, and what he had done made her went to vomit.

"Don't you ever try that again, you bastard!" she shrieked, squirming wildly beneath his weight, unable to free her arms from beneath his knees. Hot tears trickled from her eyes. "But I just don't enjoy sex. Andy… can't enjoy sex!"

Andy stared at her for a moment, then he hung his head, as if in shame.

"You're the only girl I ever loved, really," he admitted, with a quality of boyish shyness in his voice. "And you're the only girl who ever totally rejected me. Maybe I'm the one who's crazy for loving you."

Finding that Andy had released the pressure of his knees on her arms, Vicky pulled one hand free and grasped his limber cock, as if to reassure him.

"I'm not totally rejecting you, Andy," she said nervously, stroking his prick sensuously and causing it to swell again. "I only reject vile perversion. You know how I was brought up back home. Oral sex is perverse… to me, at least. I just can't deal with things I was told all my life are wrong. Understand?"

"No," he said, forcing a wan smile. "I think it's perverse to never get hot. Don't you lever feel the urge to you know just get wild and crazy?"

"You're a very sexy guy, Andy," she admitted, freeing her other hand to caress his muscular chest while she jacked slowly on his hardening prick. "But no, I don't ever feel those wild urges you do. I can't help it, precious. I just don't feel it. And I can't fake it… and I don't think you'd want me to… would you?"

Andy smiled, trying to feign an understanding he didn't have. She was beyond understanding.

"Let me fuck you, Vicky," he whispered, caressing her forehead tenderly with his fingertips. "I'll be gentle. I promise. And I won't ask for anything… perverse. Okay?"

"Of course, darling," she cooed, squeezing his hard-on affectionately.

He slid down and lay atop her prone body, gently nudging his prick into the still-dry gash between her pussy lips.

Vicky felt herself going-tense again, but she was determined to let her husband fuck her. He needed it, and she loved him. It was the least she could do.

Andy pushed downward slowly, parting the puffy lips of her cunt with his advancing cock head. She forced herself to relax as his massive prick fucked into her pussy, and she even reached around and clasped the muscular buns of his ass with both hands, pulling as if wanting more of his cock, although she could hardly endure the deepening penetration. That small bit of encouragement excited him, and he fucked in to the balls, licking hungrily at her tits.

Her hands left his ass and skimmed up his broad back as she gasped with pain, trying to pretend she was gasping in ecstasy. She entangled, her fingers in his thick brown hair, urging him to keep lapping at her tits. He sucked a pink nipple into his mouth, wallowing his face against her firm tit mound while he wallowed his hairy groin against her crotch, churning his long fucker in the hot depths of her pussy.

Victoria hated it.

But she managed to make her involuntary cries of protest sound like cries of depraved pleasure.

Andy started fucking slowly, obviously having a hard time keeping himself from fucking her frantically, the way he wanted to. She appreciated the small kindness, and did the best she could to make it good for him. She loved Andy dearly, and she sometimes hated herself for not being able to be the woman he wanted her to be. But the most she could ever manage was a weak pretense of mild enjoyment.

Her mother had done this to her. She knew that. There had been far too much talk about how sorry and good for nothing men were, and how a decent woman should never permit a man to use her body except for procreation. Victoria knew that was all bull shit, but it had been so much a part of her upbringing that she couldn't unshackle herself now even though she wanted to. She was a frigid woman, and she didn't know how to be otherwise.

Andy's cock was creating a burning friction in Vicky's cunt as he fucked her slowly, but even that hot sensation didn't start the pussy juices flowing for her. Her cunt remained dry and unresponsive, and she was unable to feel any pleasure in the fucking. All she felt was misery and disgust, and the only sense of anticipation she felt was an eagerness for it to be over.

"Try to relax, baby." Andy rasped against her tit. "You're still resisting you're too tense."

"It feels wonderful," she lied, thrusting her hips to meet his rhythmic cock-strokes. "I love it, honey. I really do."

Even she knew she didn't sound convincing. And she could tell by the slight change in his fucking pace that he, too, now just wanted to get it over with.

As Andy began to fuck faster, he ran his tongue up along his wife's slender neck and covered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue inside.

Now that was something Vicky could get into. She adored kissing her handsome husband, and she sucked hotly on his tongue while he fucked his cock deeper and harder into her cunt. While they kissed, she caressed his back and his manly ass with roaming hands, using her cunt muscles to squeeze his prick.

"Oh, Vicky," he panted into her mouth. "I worship you!" He kissed her passionately again. "My precious angel!"

"And I adore you," she moaned, squirming her pussy on his embedded prick. "You beautiful man… fuck me!"

She was able to be convincing by combining the truth with the lie. She did think Andy was a beautiful man but she did not want him fucking her. She just wanted him to kiss her and make her feel loved and wanted. Why couldn't he do that, without cramming that thing up her cunt? But she was no fool. She knew that was too much to expect. He was a man. And he needed to feel a hot pussy clasping his stiff prick.

Suddenly, Andy rolled over, forcing Vicky to roll with him, bringing her, over on top. Before she knew what was happening, he pushed her up into a sitting position astride his loins, keeping her impaled on his upthrust cock.

"Fuck me, baby!" he urged, using his strong hands to make her bounce up and down. "Fuck that hot pussy on my cock… c'mon, honey do it! Fuck!"

Vicky had never fucked in that position. She knew some women did it like that, but she also knew it was a kind of borderline perversion. Somehow, it just seemed terribly improper for a woman to assume the dominant role in sex. That was something only sleazy sluts did. Her mother had told her repeatedly that no decent woman ever assumed a dominant role in sex.

The bewildered blonde at there on her husband's prick, looking confused, and a bit insulted.