Jason Bonds: Chained trained wife

Victoria Halstead absolutely hated fucking. But she knew there was no way out of it tonight. Her husband was already lying naked on the bed, jacking off while he waited for her to come out of the bathroom. It had been over two weeks since she had given her horny husband any pussy, and she realized he could not be put off another night. He was hot as hell.

"Oh, God," she murmured, glancing at her shapely naked body in the full-length mirror while she dried off after her shower. "I never thought marriage would be like this. Why does sex have to be so ugly?"

She hurriedly finished toweling herself, then she used an electric blower to dry her long blonde hair. While she held the hair dryer aloft, the stream of hot air causing her hair to stream out to one side, she studied herself in the mirror.

At twenty-four, she had everything most men considered desirable in a woman. The lush curves of her body seemed very womanly, contrasting interestingly with her pale and satiny complexion, which seemed quite girlish. Her unblemished tits stood out pertly, capped by nipples so intensely pink they looked like ripe strawberries topping the creamy mounds of her tits.

Her pussy looked temptingly like that of a very young girl, with a sparse growth of curly blonde hair framing her delicate-looking pink pussy slot.

Victoria Halstead looked every inch the Irish lass that she was, her pretty face accentuated by emerald-green eyes with long blonde lashes that gave her an innocent, demure appearance.

Turning off the noisy hair dryer, she frowned, reminding herself that she was no longer in Ireland and certainly no longer the happy go lucky lass who had once tripped so merrily through the green pastures of her parents' farm in that far-away land.

No, she was a married woman now. Unhappily married, to be sure, but irreversibly married. She had defied her mother and father by marrying a professional gambler, and now they were living in a luxurious ranch-style home in the suburbs of Las Vegas.

The green hills of home seemed of another time, another place now. With her marriage to Andrew, she had burned all the bridges behind her. But how she loathed that hot barren desert outside. She despised it so much, she hardly ever left the house.

"Vicky! What the hell are you doing in there?"

Her husband's voice from the bedroom startled her. She quickly slipped into a diaphanous blue dressing gown, as if suddenly ashamed of her nakedness even though she was quite alone in the large and elegant bathroom.

"I'll be right out, Andy," she called through the closed door, tying the sash about her slender waist.

A cold shudder went through Victoria as she thought about the big stiff cock that was waiting for her out there.

Why couldn't Andy just play with himself and go to sleep? Why did he have to bother her like this all the time? Surely, he must realize by now more than a year after their marriage that she simply did not enjoy sex. Why did he insist on fucking her all the time? She almost wished he would take a mistress, and relieve her of the awful burden of satisfying his animal needs.

Victoria had been a virgin when she married Andrew, and the gross realities of sex had been quite a shock for her.

Opening the bathroom door, the pretty blonde swallowed hard and padded across the huge, dimly lit bedroom toward the bed. Light from the bathroom behind her revealed the sexy outlines of her naked body beneath the filmy dressing gown as she seemed to drift like a luminous ghost across the carpeted room.

She could see that her husband was still stroking his big stiff prick, the wet cock head glistening in the faint light.

"It's about time." Andy said impatiently. "I thought you'd fallen in or something."

"Don't be crude, darling," she murmured. "You do want me clean, don't you?"

"I've never known you to be unclean," he said. "You're probably the most immaculately clean woman I've ever known."

Victoria stood beside the bed, knowing she could no longer delay the inevitable. Letting her gown slip from her narrow shoulders, she gazed down at her husbands reclining form in the faint illumination.

Andrew was twenty-eight, and he was so incredibly handsome that he never seemed quite real to Victoria. He had neatly fashioned brown hair and pale-blue eyes that sometimes seemed to look into her very soul. He was a man of the world, originally from London, and his suave and debonair demeanor during their courtship had swept the simple Irish farm girl off her feet. But now that she was his, he often times forgot his manners and permitted an underlying coarseness to surface.

"Come on, woman," he said, jacking faster on his stiff cock as he reached for her. "Let's fuck, damn it!"

Victoria cringed as her husband grasped her tiny wrist and pulled her onto the bed roughly. She tumbled onto the rumpled satin sheets and into his strong embrace, feeling the hot hardness of his prick against her soft stomach. He ran his hands down her back and dug his fingers into the firmly rounded cheeks of her ass, pulling her against himself as he tried to maneuver his hard-on into the gash of her pussy.

"Oh, Andy!" she whimpered, her cunt muscles resisting his probing prick head. "Must you be so uncivilized about sex?"

"Fucking isn't a civilized activity," he said, biting her neck like a tomcat in heat. "That's what makes it so Goddamned much fun."

"Ungh!" she gasped, her green eyes opening wide as she felt his cock penetrating her resisting pussy. "Dear God! Please, Andy take it easy, honey."

But he didn't take it easy.

He thrust hard, fucking the entire length of his big prick into his wife's hot but dry cunt hole. Her body stiffened in his arms, and she sucked in a deep breath as he fucked in balls-deep.

Andy hated it because Vicky never got wet with anticipation, and he liked to punish her for her coldness by giving her dry pussy a good hard ramming with his massive fucker.

Clinging to her stiffened body with his muscular arms, he started fucking his prick in and out of her cunt rapidly, jolting her and causing her to grunt with each cock-lunge. She wouldn't relax, and he nearly squeezed all the air from her lungs as he fucked her faster and harder punishing her with his prick for not wanting him.

Most women Andrew Halstead had fucked and there had been plenty had practically creamed from excitement before he could even get his prick in them. He was generally considered quite the stud, a highly desirable hunk. And he could never understand why his beautiful wife failed to find him exciting in bed. She had never let him in her panties until after they were married, so he'd had no idea she was frigid until the honeymoon.

At first, it had been an interesting challenge to be met. But now, after a year of marriage and no improvement in her responsiveness, he was out of patience.

"Please, Andy," Vicky gasped, her voice tremulous. "I… I just don't enjoy it this way easy, honey please?"

"You don't enjoy fucking this way, or any other Goddamned way, Vicky," he said, stopping his wild humping.

Abruptly, he pulled his prick from her pussy and clambered up over her, straddling her on his knees as he sat down roughly on her tits. His circumcised cock bobbed lewdly above her face as an expression of horror clouded her pretty features.

"Andy! What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, pushing his cunt-smelly prick away with both hands. "Stop it!"

"Shut up, Victoria!" he snarled, knocking her hands away and pinning her arms to the bed with his knees. "You're gonna suck my cock and by damn. I mean it this time!"

"No, Andrew," she said firmly, as if she had the upper hand. "How many times do we have to go through this? No… absolutely not!"