John Friday - Cuffed and whipped wife

In fact, Lanore's soaring pleasure was, so great that when her climax was through, he had to recalibrate the machine in order to measure it properly. The indignities she suffered seemed to intensify the pleasure that followed.

Sucking and tongue lashing the luscious blonde to a climax had swelled his cock. His prick was a monitor of his emotional responses as accurate as the machine wired to her. He liked her shimmering blonde hair, her big tits and softly curved body. And he liked her hairless, innocent-looking cunt best of all.

He slipped off his green surgical gown after adjusting the monitor setting. The line rippled upward, electronic echoes of her lingering orgasmic aftershocks. Then the robe fell away and she saw his stiff cock for the first time, almost a foot of hard flesh wrapped with a tangle of pulsing blue veins.

Lanore's eyes flashed and the line spiked upward sharply. The first look at a strange cock always produced the strongest response.

"You like it, don't you?" Dave stood naked by the side of her bed and stroked his cock with his hands.

"It's the biggest one I've ever seen," she moaned.

Her pussy was seething, pumping damp warmth. He climbed up at the foot of the bed and maneuvered between her suspended and spread legs. The green line spiked up and down. Second thoughts. Feelings of guilt. Perfectly normal.

He came forward and massaged her juicy cunt slit with his cockhead, lifting his prick slowly to circle around the button of her clit. Downward strokes of the line all but disappeared. Instinct was overcoming conscious control.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered softly, gazing in admiration. Sharp spike upward. "And such a slut!" Sudden drop. "You have the morals of a cheap whore! The attitudes of an alley cat!"

Lanore moaned pitifully. "Don't say those things, please." She didn't want to be reminded. She didn't want to think about what she was doing.

"What's wrong with calling a whore a whore? You came here willingly. You walked onto the auction block and offered yourself to the highest bidder. If that's not a whore, I don't know what one is."

"I did that for charity. I didn't know…"

"Bullshit! You had to see if your luscious body and all that long blonde hair would bring a higher price than the other women, isn't that right?"

"Yes, uuunngh!" Her face twisted into a knot of despair. "My husband fucked our neighbor all afternoon and made me watch. I got so jealous! I liked it when the other men here were all looking at me!"

"So, you're not just a slut. You're a jealous, spiteful slut!"

"I'm not! Just because I like to fuck."

"Yes, you do like that, don't you?" He pressed harder and circled his cock around her tender clit again.

"Oh, God yes! I can't help it! Hhhhmmm, my pussy needs cock!" The jagged green line was spiking up again, higher and higher.

Dave was taking mental notes in addition to enjoying himself. If Lanore proved to be like other women he'd tasted he would be able to call her a whore and a slut when her passions soared, and those normally disgusting words would then add to her pleasure.

He slanted his big stiff cock down and fucked into her pussy slowly, forgetting all about the monitor screen. All he needed to see was reflected in her limpid blue eyes. They widened and gleamed expectantly.

"Oh," she gasped. "I – oh, it's so thick and hot!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, I want you to fuck me!"

"I'm not sure that you do. Some of your responses are still negative."

"Because it hurts!" Lanore screamed.

"And you want me to hurt you?"

"No… yes. Oh, shit! I don't know. Just fuck me, then all the pain will go away." Lanore racked her hips and thrust her cunt at him. Partially suspended by the ropes and counterweights, her body seemed to be floating and defying gravity. The eerie feeling of weightlessness gave her great freedom to move.

The constant pull and strain on her limbs was forgotten when she started humping her bald pussy at him. Dave grunted and arched himself over her on hands and knees, supporting his own weight so that Lanore would have full freedom to move her hips and satisfy herself.

She bounded like a reckless wanton, fucking herself deeper with his prodding big cock.

"I need more!"

"A wise whore never complains."

"I'm not a whore, damn it!" Hardly any reaction to the insulting word that time. "I'm a woman and I want to be fucked!"

"Then fuck yourself, slut!"

"Bastard!" Lanore hissed and pumped her hips, creaking the pulleys and making the frame sway.

Bennett grinned in ecstasy, eyes partly closed. He savored the tight contortions of her cunt.

He planned to torment her awhile longer just to see how high she could drive the jagged spikes of pleasure all on her own, but sinuous wiggles of her pussy were too intensely exciting to resist. Dave roared and rammed down, fucking his big cock to the hilt.

Lanore felt the press of his cock hair on her shaved cunt mound, and now the sensation of pleasure was sharper than ever before. He grunted, and she sighed in rapture.

He drew back and felt her pussy shiver, trying to cling to his retreating cock. She moaned, not wanting to lose him. Then he lunged back and filled her cunt again.

Hard, deep, fucking produced sharp peaks of pleasure. A slower gliding rhythm kept the line high and wavering. He gave her some of each. He fucked at a smooth and steady pace, then suddenly rammed her hard. She groaned, bucking wildly.

She began to anticipate those deep, jarring thrusts. The shivering tension of her pussy increased as the moment drew near. When that happened, he denied her.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard! All the time! I'm ready now. I'm used to your big cock!"

"I don't want you to get used to it. I want to keep filling you with surprises." Dave jack-hammered into her with short, fast strokes of his cock, slamming her ass to the mattress despite the insistent tug of the ropes and counterweights bound to her spread legs.

Her breath was hammered out in rasping bursts. Then he withdrew suddenly, rearing back until his cock almost slipped out of her pussy. The suspended weights dropped and yanked her up. Lanore's lush body swayed.

He remained arched high, just quivering his cockhead in the mouth of her pussy slot.

Lanore grunted fiercely, demanding more. She squirmed her hips in an anxious spiral and arched her back so the bulged ridge of his cockhead grated warmly on her clit nub.

That brought high, needle-sharp spikes of pleasure. She didn't have to see the screen to know. She could feel them stabbing into her. She tensed and hissed, wincing her eyes shut. Her pussy twisted and swirled its wet mouth, clinging to him with soft but desperately strong cunt lips.

Then he fucked down hard again and hammered her breath away. Lanore's head rolled and tossed in a billowing cloud of golden hair.

Dizzy with rapture, she never knew what to expect next. It didn't matter. She liked it all. She liked the gentle quivering of his cock in the mouth of her cunt. She liked the fierce throbbing when he fucked deep. She liked the variety best of all. A dull, predictable sex life would never satisfy her again.

Bennett no longer cared about increasing her responses, he was fucking simply to satisfy himself. His cock was raging, the heat in his balls increasing. He could feel a heavy load of cum start to swell and surge, pushing toward the base of his cock.

He held it in, wanting the delicious tension of pre-orgasmic delight to last.

But Lanore was gasping, whipping her pussy up and down his long prickshaft. Rings of sleek muscle milked his prick with demanding suction, weakening his self-control.

Dave let go with a roar, ramming and grinding down on her bald cunt mound. She gushed joyously, knowing what to expect now – a rushing flood of hot jism.