John Friday - Cuffed and whipped wife

He crouched between her legs, just close enough so the head of his cock touched lightly on her clit. Celia sighed in writhing delight, stimulating herself with his stiff prick. He kneaded her tits and made the dangling gold nipple rings tinkle like wind chimes.

Lanore had never seen anything so grotesque in all her life. Pierced nipples? She couldn't imagine the pain that must have caused. Nor could she imagine the pleasure that Celia felt flow.

Gill ran his fingers through her hair next, fanning it wide. "I love a woman with sleek soft hair," he said. "Too bad with my fucking wife is a skinhead."

Lanore's blood was near boiling. She felt the heat most on her bald head. Her temples throbbed and her jaw clenched. Gill was fucking his cock into Celia's slithering cunt, taking his time.

His first time with her had ended much too fast. Gill's cock just wasn't prepared for anything like the erotic pleasures she had learned to provide. Now he had more control. He could savor every clinging motion, and he wanted Lanore to see how exquisite they all were for him.

Lanore wrenched and squeezed the buzzing vibrator, but she still couldn't move it even slightly in and out. That failure added to her seething frustration.

Gill fucked deep into Celia and felt her whirling cunt tunnel try to strangle his cock, sucking with all her internal strength. It made his balls quiver.

He arched above her and slammed down, fucking deep into her sultry pussy again. Wringing contractions greeted him. Gill gave a joyous moan. "You're a great fuck, the perfect bed slave!"

Lanore's raging fury made her cunt squirm more violently than ever before. She felt a subtle change in sensation and gasped in delighted surprise. Her wrenching contractions had drawn the vibrator in another half-inch.

"Gill, look! I can do it!"

They both ignored her. Gill was fucking Celia with a slow, sensuous rhythm that let him enjoy fully all the marvelous things her pussy could do.

Lanore moaned and wrenched her envious cunt again. The humming vibrator remained right where it was. The strength it took to work her pussy like that was draining. She couldn't see how the redhead could keep it up. Lanore watched and strained and managed to move the vibrator a little deeper.

She squealed with delight and pulled on it again. The motion needed was more familiar now. Her cunt rippled and pulled in a whole inch. "Gill! Watch me, please! Look what I can do!"

He didn't even turn his head. He just kept fucking the redhead who was gasping right along with him now, arching her back and writhing, as she took his anxious thrusts. Pressure surged in his balls.

Lanore had all but forgotten her bald head.

Her whole mind, her whole being was focused intently on the humming vibrator between her legs.

The sound became more muted as she worked it in. The joyous tingle inside became more intense. Lanore was breathing as hard as either of the others. She was hardly aware of them although they were both gasping and grunting as their shared pleasure increased.

Lanore could only think one thing – that she wanted to have that vibrator all the way inside when they reached a climax. She wanted to cum with them, and that was the only way that she could.

Gill's hairy loins slapped down on Celia with a sound like a beating drum. It seemed to fit right in with the exotic melody coming from the tape player. Celia's arms twined around his back and her little finger cymbals clanged in time with his fucking cock.

She lifted her legs and scissored them around his waist, kicking her heels to spur even more throbbing power into her cunt. Gill twisted and fucked his cock into her, wanting to give back as much pleasure as he got.

Celia loved it. She started to wail a sing-song cry of delight. Nothing turned her on like inspiring a man to fuck at his horny best. That was her greatest joy, her fondest reward. It was about to happen again, another great climax. Her lithe body tensed in delighted anticipation.

Lanore's did the same. Her last set of wringing contractions had drawn the vibrator all the way in. She couldn't hear it now. She only felt the tingling hum inside, felt the satisfaction of knowing that her pussy could be as good as any.

Celia climaxed with a cream that rattled the bedroom window and drowned out the eerie music she had played. Her scream went on and on, rising higher in pitch. Gill's orgasmic sounds were deep grunts.

Lanore knew that sound. She could almost feel his hot jism gushing into her. But it wasn't. The bitch Celia was getting it all, writhing and twisting her wet cunt all over him.

The vibrator was bringing her to a climax, but no amount of clever pulsing and squeezing could coax even a drop of precious cum from an artificial cock. She could only, rasp in frustration and hope that Gill would soon tire of his adoring slave and give his wife some of what she needed to achieve real satisfaction.

When Gill's cock was drained, he sprawled gasping and kissed Celia tenderly on the lips. "You're a great fuck!" he said fondly. "I'm sorry that charity slave auction is only held once a year!"

"It's not over yet, you know. It goes on all weekend. I'm going back when my time here is up."

"I think I'll go with you."

"DO YOU want to buy another slave?"

"Er, no… I can't really afford that. But there is a way I can make a contribution to help build that hospital wing."

"Oh, what's that?"

"How much do you think my bald wife will bring in?"

Celia laughed. "Maybe enough to buy a door knob. That's about what she looks like."

Gill fitted Lanore with a studded leather dog collar and snapped on a sturdy chain leash. She'd given him a German shepherd puppy for Christmas two years ago, but, the dog soon grew too large to be comfortable in their small suburban backyard. He had given the dog to his brother who lived in the country where it could run free.

"But I'm glad I kept the collar," Gill said. "I've got good use for it now."

"You aren't going to make me wear this are you?"

"Try taking it off," he challenged.

"But it's so humiliating!" Lanore sobbed.

Gill had unlocked the handcuff from her wrists.

"So is having a hot wife who fucks all over the neighborhood while I'm at work. You act like a bitch in heat, so I'm treating you like one. On your feet, we're going back to the slave auction."

"I have to get dressed first," she said. Gill had already put on casual clothes.

"No, you're going just like that," he insisted, tugging on the leash. "Come on!"

"I can't walk down the street stark naked!"

"Bitch dogs do it all the time. Now get out of that chair before I drag you!"

"All right," Lanore moaned, standing reluctantly, her bald head bowed in shame.

"Heel!" Gill told her as he'd trained the dog.

She walked on his right side, a little to the rear. Celia was on his left in her filmy harem pants and little sequined vest. They held hands like a pair of high school sweethearts out to walk the dog.

It was after midnight and the sidewalk was dark except for the glow of an occasional street light. Lanore felt grateful for that, but the night air was chilling cold. She shivered more with each step they took toward the Bennetts' house.

A car rounded the corner half a block away and winded toward the sidewalk. Lanore naked and bald in the glare of its headlights. She lunged to hide behind some shrubbery growing in the yard they were passing, but Gill yanked her back.

The car swerved across the sidewalk on the far side of the street and crashed into a neighbor's white picket fence. The car lurched to a stop in the middle of the lawn and the driver got out, shaking his head. Lights flashed on in the house and Lanore wished she could dig a hole to crawl in.