J Watson: Chained wife

"Beautiful, baby," he said, "you've got sweet lips. You've got fucking sweet lips I'm going to enjoy fucking your face!"

He kept his hands in her silken-hair. His fingers wound the strands around until he had a good hold on her. He swung his legs over her so that he was straddling her head, and it was easier for him to push his thick socket in and out of her mouth.

There was cum dripping on her tongue. Carol had never tasted cum before and it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She couldn't believe that she was doing it. But she was also afraid of making him mad at her. She wanted to do the best she could to satisfy him.

His hands were in her hair, and he kept moving her head the way he wanted her to move. She didn't fight it. She let him pull her forward until his big cock was deep into her throat. Her lips closed gently around his cock as he drew it out of her mouth. She kept tasting his salty-flavored cum going down her throat.

"You're beautiful, bitch," he groaned. "You know how to suck cock. I'm going to teach you to give head better than anybody!"

Carol took deep breaths every chance she could. At times he would push his cock so deep into her throat that she could feel his balls resting against her chin. Then he would pull his prick out of her mouth slowly and let his cum dribble down her chin.

"This is that I like, baby," he groaned. "I like to see a woman who looks like she's getting fucked in the face!"

He kept laughing as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth.

Carol knew she looked lewd, but she did her best to please him. He started running his fingers through her silky hair and his rhythm got a little fast. She could feel his cock grow big inside her mouth.

"I think I'll give you a nice mouthful of cum," he gasped. "Wouldn't you like that, baby! Wouldn't you like a hot mouthful of cum to swallow down?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer. He held her head solidly as he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth and more of his cum dripped down her throat. She felt his cock pulsating and growing bigger.

"You bitch!" he screamed. "You fucking bitch! I'm going to give you a mouthful. I'm going to shoot my wad! Oh fuuuuck!"

He held her head so that she couldn't get away, and he slammed his prick as deep as he could into her throat. At the same time his thick cream started shooting against the roof of her mouth. Carol swallowed frantically. Cum dripped out of the sides of her mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned finally. "Oh fuck, that was fine. Now lick it clean, bitch. Lick my cock clean!"

She kept his prick inside her mouth. She sucked and licked until he was satisfied, then he slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth. He looked pleased, but again he had left her frustrated.

"Are you hot bitch?" he asked, smiling.

She didn't answer him. She didn't want this man to know her desires. She tried to remain nonchalant. He took care of that quickly. He slammed her against the bed. Carol gasped in pain. He grabbed her hair and twisted her head painfully.

"I asked you a question, cunt! And when I ask a question, I expect an immediate answer. You understand?"

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Are you hot, bitch? Is your pussy hot?"

"Yes, damn you!"

"Then get up on the bed, bitch," he ordered. "Come up on the bed and let me see you play with your hot pussy!"

Carol blushed with shame. She hadn't done that since she'd been a little girl and she'd always felt guilty about it. She was also confused because her pussy was burning so badly and she needed some relief.

But she didn't want to do it in front of him. "Play with yourself, bitch! Play with your pussy. I want to see you put your fingers in your cunt!"

Carol spread her legs. She moved her hands down across her tits and she was surprised [missing text].

Her fingers moved across her nipples, and she shivered.

He came closer and bent his head. She was surprised by how gentle his lips felt as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking on it. He sucked her nipple hard, bruising it.

He opened his mouth wider and sucked a lot of her titty-flesh. She felt the sudden sensations of pleasure all the way down to her toes. She closed her legs together as she felt her pussy throbbing.

He started moving his lips from one swollen titty to the other until he had her squirming with pleasure. He moved his hot lips down her belly and sucked at her pussy hair. At first Carol thought he was going to tongue her cunt. She hoped for it because she knew she couldn't control herself now. But he didn't. Instead, he raised his head and walked away from her. He took a seat in a chair across from her so that he could watch the action.

"Play with your pussy, bitch," he said. "I want to see you play with your cunt!"

And this time Carol couldn't help but obey. She was frantic to feel her cunt. She moved her fingers down her body and started playing at the thick hair between her legs. Even the slightest touch of her fingers made her shiver.

She parted her cunt lips and slipped one finger inside.

"Oh damn," she moaned. "Damn, that's good!"

"That's what I want to see, baby," he urged. "I want to see you playing with your hot pussy!"

She pushed her fingers up into her cunt. She couldn't help it. She began working her fingers in and out. She had three fingers inside her wet cunt and it was unlike anything she'd imagined. She hadn't played with herself like this before, not like this with a man watching her.

"Do it, baby," he urged her on. "Play with your fucking cunt! Go wild!"

She thrust three fingers in and out of her pussy fucking herself. Her juices wet her fingers. She felt shudders going through her body. She bit her lips as the first spasms rocked her.

"I'm coming," she screamed. "I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, I'm coming. I'm going to fucking come. Oh fuuuuuck!"

It was wild. The spasms shook her body over and over. Cunt juices gushed out and wet the bed. It was almost as good as if he'd been fucking her.

He was smiling as he watched her body shake. "You're all right, baby. I'm going to lock you up here for a while. Maybe all day and let you think of all the ways you can pleasure me. You understand, baby?" She nodded.

"You'd better. I'm not going to give you any freedom today. Maybe tomorrow you can have a little if you're a good girl."

Carol couldn't go on like this. Over and over she kept thinking that she was a lady of quality and that she couldn't stand to be chained and beaten like a whore. She had promised herself that she would forget what had happened the day before. He had reduced her to his animal level for a while, but somehow she would escape.

She had gotten up and fixed him breakfast the next morning. She didn't fight when he chained her again. He told her that he was leaving for a while.

"I know what you're thinking," he told her, as he prepared to leave. "You're thinking about trying to get away. Don't try. Things will be hard on you if you try."

He smiled in an odd way and left the house. Immediately she started trying to find some way to break her chains.

She started searching through drawers in the house, and she found a key in the bottom of one of the bedroom drawers. She almost shouted with excitement when she found out that the key fit. She turned the key and the lock popped open. She put on a pair of old faded trousers and a man's cotton shirt.

Carol had no idea of where she was as she stepped out into the bright sunshine. It was a wooded area and she couldn't remember where the road was. She started walking, knowing she had to get away from that house.

She found a road a few moments later. It was an old dirt road. She started walking up the road when she heard a car behind her. An old Ford pulled up beside her and stopped.