Paul Gable - Daughter degraded

As each second passed, Rhoda became more and more apprehensive. She had never thought a man could change so rapidly. Of course, her husband had become passionate while making love. But never, never had he had that spark of evil she now caught in Brad's eyes. What a surprise!

"I said… take it!"

He reached out, sliding the fingers behind her head and pushing her face up against his groin. Rhoda choked, smelling his crotch, feeling the hairs tickling her nostrils. His cock pressed hard against her upper lip, rubbing back and forth, his balls brushing over her chin. The woman gasped again, raising both hands, pressing her fingers against his groin, trying to catch a breath of air!

"Yeah, that's it, Rhoda, that's it," he sighed, rubbing his cock over her mouth.

Rhoda kept her lips shut tightly, feeling confused, disoriented.

"What are you… ughhh, what are you doing?"

Rhoda had never particularly enjoyed giving head, even when her husband had been relatively patient in the beginning. Later, he just shoved his dick down her throat, holding her face against his groin while he hunched hard and fast, spilling his cum in her mouth while she choked, gagged and coughed. Brad seemed to be going the same way.

"Come on. All women like giving head. It's a good way for them to start," Brad said, his fingertips pressing hard against the sides of her head.

Rhoda struggled at first, then stopped, realizing there was nothing she could do. She could feel his dick rubbing over her lips, flattening them while his cockhead slipped closer and closer to her mouth. She felt his balls swing against her chin, felt his fingers stiffen while his breath began to catch.

"Take it."

Reluctantly, feeling more fear than she had in a long time, Rhoda opened her mouth. Brad had her now in a sitting position, her hands limp at her sides while her face was pressed to his groin. He inched back, his thick-muscled thighs shaking with excitement. He drew his cock over her lips, making it perpendicular to her mouth. The moment Rhoda opened her mouth, he flexed his ass muscles, shoving in his dick halfway.

"Mmmgmmmff!"

Rhoda gagged, closing her mouth around his cock without biting him. The salty, bleachy flavor of his oozing pre-cum made her swallow, then nearly gag while Brad shivered and groaned. He was calling her all sorts of names, telling her he was going to do all sort of things… much in the same way that obscene phone-caller had done. He inched forward again, pressing his flat belly against her nose and chin. She felt one hand reaching down to her jaw, pressing hard against where the upper and lower bones met. The pain was too great. She had to relax again, open wider, admit the full thick length of his cock.

She was gagging, her stomach bucking, threatening to turn over from the sudden intrusion. Brad hadn't waited to be gentle. He shoved in, his cock sliding over her tongue, the head touching her tonsils and finally the back of her throat.

"Come on, baby, move your tongue. That's it, Rhoda, move it over my dick. Come on, I wanna feel you enjoying this, sucking it in," he whispered hotly.

It was almost as if she were drowning, holding her head underwater. Somehow she managed to suck in air through her nostrils and around the sides of his hammering dick. Brad didn't seem to care whether she gagged on his dick or not. He kept sliding it in and out, faster and faster, telling her to work her tongue over the ridge that ran along the underside of his dick, then ordering her to suck around the place where the foreskin had been cut away.

"Mmmmmm, yeah, move it, move that damned tongue! Ohhhh man, suck me good, Rhoda, suck me good! Yeah, gimme that great kind of head I always thought you would."

Just like a man. He was so kind and considerate at the office, almost too, much the gentleman. Never in her life would she have believed him capable of performing this way in bed! He was acting like some kind of animal. Now he was fucking her mouth, stuffing her with his dickmeat, rubbing his hairy belly against her face and relishing the way he was degrading her by this very act.

She was choking! He was holding her face too tightly to his belly, keeping his dick lodged too deeply in her throat. Rhoda panicked! Jerking her arms up, she dug her fingernails into his bully, making long red marks on his flesh.

Brad grunted, but still held tightly on to heat, his cock throbbing against her cheeks and tongue. Rhoda could feel her throat contracting around his cockhead, squeezing the meaty bulb, actually milking it as he drew his cock back and let out a long, shuddering groan. He was close, on the brink! Just a little more of that hot wet friction, just a little more of her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his prick, and he'd be spraying her mouth with his jizz.

"Man, baby, man, stop it!"

He grabbed her head and pushed her away, his cock springing away from her pouting lips. Rhoda crossed her eyes, staring at his fat dickhead. It had turned a dark shade of red, almost purple.

She was panting, gasping for air as his fat prick jerked against her nose. She could smell herself, smell him.

"Okay, baby, okay, now we have a little fun." He slid off the bed, telling her to stay there as he rummaged through her drawers. What was he looking for? It was almost like watching a thief searching through her room and being helpless to stop him. Then he pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose from the third bureau drawer. Twisting it into a tight rope, he stretched it thin between both arms, holding it up as he approached her once more.

Rhoda shrank back, scooting up until her head banged against the headboard.

He was standing there twisting the panty-hose tighter and tighter. The heavy swing of his cock thrilled her. Rhoda wasn't used to being around cocks. She had forgotten how beautiful they could be. Of course she couldn't really tell Brad how she felt or show him what was going through her mind. But still the sight of his fat cock made her cunt hotter, itchier, achier. As Brad bent over her, he told her to touch his balls. She did, feeling her heart skip a beat. They were heavier than she ever remembered her husband's being.

"Yeah, feel good, right? Filled with cum, baby, for you."

Rhoda shivered. He lay the pantyhose down on the bedstand, then moved back, spotting her bathrobe.

"This is a hell of a lot better for what I've got in mind," he said, sliding the belt out. "Give me your hands."

She did as she was told, feeling the silk belt go around her wrists, snugged tight. She was on her side now, already helpless as a kitten, the belt being so tight it nearly cut the circulation off to her fingers. Brad was bending her knees back, panting heavily, the full sway of his cock brushing against her buttocks.

"Ughhhhooooo…"

He was binding her, tying her up so she couldn't protest against anything he did to her. He pulled her wrists and ankles together, then wound the silk stockings around her ankles. Finally he fastened both wrists and ankles together with the pantyhose, cinching the assembly together with two double square knots. He rolled her back onto her spine again. The soles of her feet were pressed together, each ankle bound to one of her wrists. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away.

"You dig it?"

"It's… it's terrible. I don't… don't know if I like this," she gasped, lying through her teeth.

Of course she liked it. Her husband had never suggested doing this in all the years they had made love together. Apparently Brad was an expert in bondage. He was admiring his handiwork, trailing his fingers along the flesh of her inner thighs and smiling as her skin puckered up into goosepimples at that light touch.

Rhoda shivered again, tightening her ass muscles and moving her ass slowly over the bed. Helpless, helpless in her own house, in her own bedroom, and made that way by her boss! She sucked in a lungful of air through her flared nostrils, feeling sexier than she had felt in years.