J Watson - Raped virgin in bondage

"Oh shit, you're beautiful," he said. "You are fucking luscious. You've got big, beautiful tits!"

He licked his lips. There was a wicked gleam in his eye. She knew she was going to be sick to her stomach. This sick old man shouldn't even be looking at her naked.

He put a hand on her trembling belly. His fingers moved downward so slowly that it made her skin crawl. He touched his hand to her pussy.

"You've got thick pussy hair, bitch," he groaned. "I like that. I like a cunt with lots of pussy hair. It makes something soft for me to put my cock on!"

His eyes looked hungry as he looked up and down her lush body. He was making her skin crawl. He licked his lips as if she was some kind of feast about to be devoured.

"I'm going to see what you taste like," he said. "I'm going to taste those luscious tits!"

"Don't," she begged him. "Please just leave me alone."

"You just don't know when to shut up, cunt," he told her.

He bent his head down and touched his lips against one of her creamy tits. She wished she could push his head away. She thought she might throw up as his lips moved around her nipple.

He raised his head, and he was grinning, "Very fucking tasty, bitch," he said. "I knew they'd taste good. Very tasty!"

He made a wet sucking sound as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped as his wet tongue brushed across her nipples. He moved his hand lower so that his fingers gently caressed her cuntlips.

"Don't, please," she moaned. "Oh, damn you!"

She didn't like the feelings that were going through her. She didn't want to think that this ugly old man could turn her on. It made her frantically tear at her bonds but she wasn't going to free herself.

"Damn you," she said again.

He sucked her creamy tit deeper into his mouth, all the time letting his tongue caress her nipple. She gasped as his teeth nipped gently at the swollen bud. Then she gasped with pain as he let his teeth bite down on her tit a little harder.

"That hurts," she whispered. "Oh, damn you. Stop!"

She thought he was trying to bite her tit off. She kept hurting until he moved his lips away. He moved his hungry mouth over to her other titty. He sucked gently, using his teeth and tongue until she was beginning to enjoy it. She might have enjoyed it even more if she hadn't hated this old man.

"You sick animal," she said. "I hate you and I think you're ugly. I hate what you're doing!"

"You don't hate what I'm doing," he said. "You only think you do. You're really an animal. You love it!"

She kept protesting but he was no longer listening to anything she said. He stood up and moved up to the head of the bed. She knew what he wanted her to do. She was sick again and she tried to turn her head away. He grabbed her by her hair and turned her face back to his cock.

"Lick it clean, bitch," he said. "Lick it nice and clean!"

He didn't give her a chance to do anything else. He pushed his cock against her lips. She had to open her mouth, and he shoved his swollen cockhead over her tongue and into the back of her throat.

His shit-tasting cock was deep in her throat. In a few moments she had cleaned his prick with her spit and all she could taste was his swollen cockmeat.

"Don't you love my cock, bitch?" he asked. "Don't you fucking love it? Taste it good, bitch!"

She felt his hands on the back of her head, and he started fucking his cock in and out of her lips. In a few moments his cum was dripping out of her mouth and wetting her tits. She thought he was going to come in her mouth but he still had other ideas.

"Now for that sweet pussy, bitch," he said. "I'm going to have some of your sweet cunt."

He was so randy that she knew he wasn't going to last for long. His cock dripped hot cum as he moved down her body. His scrawny body dropped down on top of her, and his swollen cockhead pressed against her pussy.

"I bet your sweet pussy is going to be just as fucking good as your mouth and your ass," he moaned.

He fucked his fat cock deep into her pussy with one short, savage thrust. His cock slid deep into her cunt, deeper than she remembered feeling a prick before.

"I'm going to fuck you to death," he groaned.

He began fucking her with those same quick strokes. His cock was throbbing hotly and each shudder seemed to send another quick thrill through her. She was bouncing up and down but not because she was enjoying it. She wanted to get it over with before she could feel anything else.

"That's it, bitch," he groaned. "Squeeze those hot pussy lips together. Squeeze them together. You're making me feel good, bitch. You're making me feel so fucking good!"

He slipped his hands underneath her and grabbed her ass. She knew he was trying to control himself. He wanted it to last. She also knew he wasn't going to make it because she could feel his cock growing thicker inside her.

"Oh fucking shit," he groaned. "I can't stop it. Oh fucking shit, I'm getting out of control. Oh fuck. Oh fuuuck!"

He gave it to her hard and his prick exploded inside her. His cum started spraying her pussy walls. She squeezed her cunt walls together tightly as she tried to drain his cock completely dry. She wanted it to be over with.

His body shuddered as he fucked his prick deep inside her cunt again, and his cum started leaking inside her. Finally the rest of his cum shot inside her. He slowly pulled his cock out of her and placed his wet cock against her pussy hairs. His jizz made her belly feel sticky. He got off of her.

"You are a sweet bitch, baby," he said. "And you learn fast. You're going to be a really hot piece of ass before they're done with you."

He left her alone. He turned the lights off before he left, but she was sure she wasn't going to sleep.

She spent the night in misery. She was sore and tired, but now there was something else wrong with her. She felt a kind of hunger slowly building up in her. She was yearning for some kind of release.

She felt a little ill as Johnny came into the room early the next morning.

"You look like death warmed over, baby," Johnny said. "We're going to have to take care of that. We can't have you looking sick for the party."

"What party?" Mona asked.

"A little party where you're going to be the guest of honor," Johnny said. "Don't worry, though. You're going to have a great time, a really great time!"

She didn't like the way he was looking at her. Not at all. She felt shudders going through her body as he approached the bed. He shook his head.

"You've really had a workout, baby," he said. "A hot shower and a nice breakfast will make you feel better. Maybe you'll have a little more energy then!"

He was careful when he untied her. He put her hands behind her and wrapped them tightly with cord. He fastened a silver chain to a collar around her neck. He led her into the bathroom like an animal.

She stood by while he ran her bath. He poured lots of suds in it and then made her step over into it.

"It's hot," she said.

"Just sit down, bitch," he told her. "Sit down and soak for a while. It'll relax you!"

He fastened the end of her collar to a metal hook in the wall and he left her there. After a while she got used to the heat of the water. It soothed her. For the first time in a long while, she felt clean. He left her in the room for a long time. She almost fell asleep a couple of times.

He made her stand up, and he turned the water on and showered the suds away. He helped her out and gently dried her hair and then her body. He was gentle with her. It surprised her. He led her back into the bedroom. He had made breakfast for her and she found that she was famished.

She finished off the breakfast in a very short time. He had sat down on the bed beside her and watched her eat.