Paul Gable - Mom in a harness

"Fucked, and already you want another fuckin'. That's almost bein' a nympho, baby. You gonna turn into a nympho right here for of Jack? That'd be a first," he said, twisting the crop around.

Jack tore the crop away from her pussy. Arlette arched her back yet again, her hands rubbing against one another, her fingers cutting into the beaten soles of her bare feet. Jack moved up a little farther, jamming the end of the crop against Arlette's shitter again. Her rubbery shit muscles felt as if they were being driven up into her belly, tearing the lining loose. The girl screamed, tossing her head wildly from side to side, the tendons and ligaments ridging her flesh as she tried clawing backward in her bonds. Her arms and legs knotted with muscles she didn't know she had, and her tits swung madly with the jerky movements she made. A strange kind of fire began in the rim of her asshole as Jack moved the crop in and out. Her hips were moving from side to side as if she were actually wanting more!

"Uuuhuufuufuffff!"

"Should fuck you in the ass… just like I… never mind," Jack said, catching himself at the last moment.

"Unnfnnffffff!"

Shaking the hair from her face, Arlette opened her eyes now that the beating had stopped. Jack was hard, real hard once more! How long had she hung there like this, her body a victim to his riding crop? She didn't know. But it must have been long enough for him to recuperate his sexual powers. His prick was standing straight up, his cockhead big, fat, bloated, dark purple, filled with jizz. Was he going to fuck her again? Was he going to drive her wild once more with his hard, long cock?

Jack unfastened the rope from the corner of the headboard, then slowly lowered her to the floor. Arlette sighed with relief when she felt the carpeting touching her tits, thighs and knees. In a moment, the pulling, aching tension around her shoulders and hips was gone! Jack was unfastening the rope, pulling it from the wristcuffs. In a moment, she lay prone on the floor once again, her body warmed by the riding crop, her asscheeks burning from the savage attack.

"Gotta get you back home… but gonna finish you off. You got me hot again, you little bitch… and I can tell you're hotter 'n hell for my prick again. But you're gonna take care of me in another way."

Jack picked her up roughly from the floor, jerking her back against the bed. Arlette's head snapped back, her long blonde hair washing over her shoulders as her knees slid over the carpeting. He pinched her chin between one thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up.

"You're gonna suck prick… gonna take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours and suck away 'til I fill you up with my spunk again… this time, down your gut!"

Arlette stared at the fat prickhead bobbing in front of her. She could smell his crotch, smell her juices smeared with his, and smell the stale sweat. That combination of aromas triggered her into high heat. When Jack reached down again to pull the jockstrap from her mouth, she smacked her lips, licking them, then parting them for his fat cock.

"Man, you can't wait to get that mother down your throat, can you?"

Jack sneered, then grabbing a handful of her hair, he jerked her head back. "Uhhhhhhh!"

Arlette felt her throat tighten as his prickhead brushed over her lower lip. He was smearing her mouth with cockjuice, watching her face tense and redden as he played with her mind. Slowly, Jack moved his cockhead up, rubbing it over her front teeth, then slipping it into her mouth.

"That's it, baby, wiggle that tongue around the base of my prick. Make me… uhhhhhh… make me feel real good… good 'n hot, good enough to blow my load down your fuckin' throat."

Arlette did as she was told, twisting her wrists around in the cuffs once more to ease the pressure around the veins and arteries. He was filling her mouth gradually, the rope-like veins rubbing against her compressing lips as her tongue wiggled and squirmed under the sensitive cum-tube of his cock. Jack groaned appreciatively, his fingers rubbing over her skull and through her thick blonde hair. He was fucking her mouth now, thrusting only an inch or two of his prick in, then pulling it out. Resting his heavy lobed cock head on her lower lip, he chuckled as the weight made her mouth pout.

"Ohhhh, baby, if only you could see yourself," Jack groaned. "You look like somethin' else – all tied up in leather, kneeling down in front of me with your fuckin' mouth opened, filled with prickmeat. Yeaahhhh," he hissed, closing his eyes and arching his back as particularly enjoyable, powerful spasm passed through his cock. "It's real good seein' you like this. Wanta see you like this more often, chick."

Jack hunched back in, this time sliding about four inches of his cock down her throat. Arlette swallowed hard, her nostrils filling up with the acrid aroma of his crotch once again. The hot flesh throbbed against the moist insides of her cheeks while the salty, bleachy flavor of his cum made the girl swallow even more. He pulled out, then shoved back in, bouncing his cockhead off the roof of her mouth. Again, the girl strained in her leather bonds, tugging and yanking as more and more hot pre-cum spurted from his piss-slit and coated her tongue.

"Fuckin' A, baby… fuckin' A. Ain't had head like this for a long time, not since me and a couple of the boys went to Tijuana for a weekend," Jack said, his fingers caressing the sides of her skull now. "Whip that head on me, baby. Whip a little skull," Jack cried, his voice thickening and straining with emotion. Arlette felt her brain spinning around and around as she slipped her head back and forth, back and forth, filling her mouth with greasy prickmeat. She flicked her tongue around the sensitive base of his cock, curling it over the top while sucking so hard that her cheeks caved in. Yes, she wanted that thing shooting inside her. The thick streams of fuck oil running out of his fat prick into her mouth sent her into higher plains of arousal. How her cunt burned! Oh, if only she could have his mouth on her cunt the way she had her mouth on his prick!

"Ughhhhh," Jack groaned, moving his hips from left to right, revolving his cock around in her sucking mouth.

"Lick it, baby, suck on it. Get it good, baby, get my prick. Get my cock meat, take it down your fuckin' suckin' throat," he groaned.

Arlette felt his cock head shoving back down, down over her tongue, past her tonsils, touching the back of her throat, then easing down, making it very very hard for her to breathe! Her nostrils flared as Jack's hands held her tightly against his crotch. He was throating her, flattening her nose against his groin as his big prick filled her mouth and throat. Arlette groaned, wriggling her tongue frantically around and around his throbbing cock, holding her breath, waiting for Jack to shoot or pull his prick from her mouth. "Ohhhhh, man, man, man!"

He pulled back, giving his hips several sharp jerks. There was a sudden increase in the flow of jizz coming from his prickhead. Arlette felt her flesh glowing once more, and her clit trembled on the brink of crisis. She was going to cum, she thought, blow up with his deepthroating prick blowing at the same time! "Take it, bitch!"

Jack cried out something. Then the spurts came, squirts of jizz spattering against the back of her throat, then sliding down into her belly. Again and again, the globs of cum shot out, filling her mouth, making her swallow harder than before, until she no longer could. A mixture of spit and jism frothed around the corners of her stretched lips as Jack finished taking her in the mouth.

"Uhhhhhh, good head, baby… and now it's time to finish you off."

"Oooooofff, please, please…"

Was she begging for more? Was she begging him to leave her alone? Arlette couldn't tell any longer. She felt his strong arms gripping her by the legs, then pulling her down. Once more, he was on top of her, his hands pulling her knees apart. Her clit burned like a glowing lump of charcoal. And then she felt his lips on her pussy. He raked his tongue over her clit until the excruciating pinpoint of her climax overwhelmed her! Arlette grunted, her arms stretching against the leather restraints, her body jerking and twisting. Again and again, powerful spasms raked over her bound body, each series of convulsions more powerful than the last. And all the time, there was Jack's mouth, drawing more and more pleasure from the depths of her body. He had her knees as far apart as he could get them while the girl thrashed and grunted, her shivering asscheeks jiggling as he ate her cunt completely. "Ooooohhhhhh!" she gasped.