Kathy Andrews: Disciplined mother

"Ohhhhh!"

At the same time, Carla began to feel a kind of euphoria, a floating, good sensation as the beer shot through her bowels, bloating her flat stomach. Pulling up another stool, much higher than the one Carla was squatting on. Mike slid his legs over the top of the pillory. His cock bobbed invitingly in front of Carla.

"Now call!"

Carla shook her head, turning her face from his prick. Mike stretched out his right hand, grabbing her hair and jerking her head up against his crotch with one fast move.

"I told you, you're going to listen to me each time I give you an order. Now you're gonna suck this dick if I've gotta pull out ill your fuckin' hair, understand, you Goddamned stupid bitch?" he shouted.

Carla was terrified. She nodded her head, whimpering as he let go of her hair.

"Now suck it, and suck it good. Any funny stuff like biting'll be rewarded, Carla."

She understood the threat. Nodding her head again, she moved forward tentatively. That movement caused her to raise herself off the steel dildo, making her cuntal juices flow that much more freely. Flicking out her tongue, she touched the tip of it against his blood-bloated cock.

Mike was holding the base of his cock with one hand, caressing her face with the other. The steady pumping air coming from the holes of the dildo seemed to be whistling inside her cunt now, pattering against her pussy walls, making her oh, so aroused! She began milking her small cuntal muscles around the dildo, working her ass slowly up and down the steel cock as she licked his prick. It had to be the beer, that awful beer still splattering in her asshole, filling her up as if she were some kind of balloon. There wasn't any more revulsion, no more hate. All Carla felt was a kind of relief, a joy as she started lapping at Mike's cock as if she were a kitten drinking milk.

Carla slowly started bouncing herself on the horrid thing, fucking herself, feeling the hardy slick nudging of the air-powered dildo gouging against the slick, velvety walls of her pussy. AL the same time, she flicked her tongue around the double-lobed cockhead, tasting the pre-cum oozing from the slit. It was all so beautiful, so wonderful – except the beer now flowing through her. She was about to burst. The liquid in her bowels was becoming violently uncomfortable. She would explode – or shit all over herself. As if Mike understood this, he bent over, turning off the nozzle and thus ending the flow of beer into her shitter. Carla sighed with relief, glad that at least one portion of her ordeal was over. Mike used both hands now against the sides of her skull, guiding her, forcing her to open her mouth fully and take in his prick.

"That's it… oh yeah, that's it, that's what I want, baby. Open that mouth and take it down all the way!"

Carla extended her tongue experimentally, sliding it back and forth over half the length of Mike's cock. He liked that a lot, his body shuddering while his fingers fanned out along the sides of her head. She felt his nails scratching the area just behind her ears while he began feeding her more and more of his fat, hat cock.

"Ummmmmfffffff!"

Her lips stretched thin like rubber bands, tight around his sinking prick. Carla kept on swallowing, her throat coating with cum as be began sliding his fuckrod in and out, in and out, his balls flattening against her upturned chin. Carla felt her stomach turning somersaults. But they weren't nauseating any longer. The woman had the feeling her entire body was floating in that wonderful sea of beer. As her pleasure built, the pain ebbed, making her suck on Mike's cock with more wild and enthusiastic abandon.

"Baby, that's it! Man, that's good head Carla! I haven't had a mouth on me like that for a long time," he groaned.

"Oooooffff!"

Carla was going at it strongly now, moving her head back and forth, her golden hair bouncing around her shoulders and throat. She could feel his fat cock head bouncing off the back of her throat, gagging her again and again while more fizz flowed from his piss-slit. What was more exciting was what was happening between her white, tightening thighs. More and more juice oozed from her pussyslit, making the dildo slide easily in and out of her fuzzy little fuckhole. Her muscles were cramping and cinching down now on that thing, milking it while her cuntal walk rumbled with excitement. Carla felt herself getting higher and higher. She didn't have anything any longer. The terror was gone for the moment. She bounced high on the rod, loving the pulsing jets of air that both stung and caressed. She began to acquire an erotic rhythm to her fucking, leaning forward slightly making sure he a rubbed up again her clit. At times she could feel jets of air spitting against that sex spindle. How she loved it! More and more juice frothed around the dildo, making a gleaming puddle around the steel base of the cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Carla was bouncing hard up and down now, her arms and legs pulling wildly against the dude. She threw herself against the pillory now, crazy with her own lust. She fucked harder and deeper, feeling the dildo rummaging around in her cunt. While she pranced her ass like a wild mare, Carla sucked down deep, her checks caving in, caressing the strong, thickly veined sides of the big stud's cock. She knew he was going to cum. Oh, yes, yes, she knew he was going to shoot his load down her throat soon! Carla could feel the urgency in the way he was jamming his prick into her mouth and down her throat.

Now he was holding her head, his fingernails scratching her face even more frantically while her nose flattened against his groin. His wiry crack hairs tickled her nostrils as he throated her! Oh God! It was almost like swimming underwater! Carla pulled away, fearing the jets of scalding cum would surely choke her. Mike awful dildo, but a man's cock! She groaned, her wrists struggling against the leather while Mike rubbed his prick up and down, up and down over her clit.

"Ahhhhhhffffff!"

Carla felt her knees starting to hurt, the whip stripes from the belt throbbing as she leaned there against the table, chewing down on the rubber ball gag. Shaking the sweat from her forehead, the woman waited for the moment when Mike would slip his cock into her, spearing his prickmeat all the way down her cuntal mouth.

"Woah, baby! That cunt's hot, real hot! Maybe too hot for me, eh?"

With that, Mike slid his cock a little higher, ramming the hot, hard fucker right into her shitter.

No one, not even her husband had ever suggested fucking her in the ass! It was something queen did, she heard – not normal people. She jerked forward, the muscles bulging out along her arm, while her knees threatened to buckle. Carla twisted her hanging leg, tugging at the restraining rope while beating her tits against the workbench. No! No! This was asking too off her excitement a bit. But still there was enough to make the tiny muscles tingle and contract.

"This'll keep you spread open for my cock, baby."

You pig, you beast! she thought to herself, twisting her head around as much as she could, watching helplessly as the big stud reached for a rope hanging limply from the low overhead. Bracing her ankle on his left shoulder, Mike looped the line around her calf, cinching it tight with a double figure-eight knot. Stepping away, he watched as her leg remained pulled out from her body, forcing the woman to bend her left leg and lean forward, bracing herself against the table for better support.

"Unnnnnfffff!"

Carla dropped her head, pressing her forehead against the leather cuffs holding her wrists together and against the workbench. Her leg stretched out that way hurt her terribly, the ache spreading from her thighs to her cunt, then into her belly. Mike rubbed his hot, hard prick over her pussy, letting his spongy cockhead rest against her clit. That was the magic moment, the instant when her tiny sex organ exploded once again. Touched by a cock! It wasn't that her with a red rubber ball, two long leather straps hanging from either end. She stared mutely at it, her eyebrows arched as she wondered what on earth he was going to do.