Paul Gable - Daughter degraded

"Now I'm gonna have some fun… and if you relax, you'll probably enjoy it too."

He was kneeling between her bound legs, holding one knee in each hand and spreading them slowly apart. He started kissing first one thigh, then the next. Lower and lower he slid his tongue, licking the salty perspiration off her white, shivering thighs.

Rhoda moaned, prancing her ass around the squeaking mattress, silently begging for him to take care of that terrible itchy ache pulsing between her legs.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

His mouth dropped dangerously close to her cunt, his tongue flicking out, touching her skin with feathery caresses, leaving a long silver trail of spittle on her flesh.

Rhoda was going crazy, whimpering with lust, straining against her silk bindings. They cut into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound naked, made her heart pound fast. Her tits jiggled, the nipples becoming hard and red, aching to be touched, sucked, kissed!

Brad groaned, reaching up with both hands as if he could read her mind. He was touching her tits, rubbing the heavy under swell of her tits, pinching the white resilient flesh until Rhoda cried out and arched her back. She writhed on the mattress, her long blonde hair fanning out all around the pillow as she edged up to climax.

Climax! What a wonderful word, that was! She was going to cum, going to pop, while Jack fucked and sucked her!

Just the thought of fucking drove her wilder than before! He was thumbing her nipples now, rubbing them until they were throbbing in time to the beating of her clit. And all the while he was sliding his mouth down, down toward the musky smelling furry blonde thicket just below.

Rhoda felt his hot breath blowing through her feathery cuntal curls. He was close, so close. Then he felt his nose pressing against her clit, felt his lips touching the puffy outer edges of her labes. Now he was tonguing her, licking her like a dog!

Rhoda squeezed her asscheeks together again, doing her best to raise her crotch up, press it against his face, give him more of her slick cunt to eat.

"Ummmmmmm…"

He was mouthing her, sucking hard while flicking his tongue over the slick folds and hollows of her pussy again and again. He pressed his nose against her clit, purposely rubbing it back and forth, pressing that dainty squiggle of flesh down, then letting it pop back up again. He knew how to arouse a woman, to turn her into a raging beast while she couldn't do anything about it.

Rhoda was bound, bound and helpless, enjoying herself all the more for the restraints holding her prisoner. The headboard clattered against the rear wall as her body writhed beneath Brad's ministrations.

Rhoda felt his teeth nibbling along the edges of her cuntlips. Rhoda couldn't help herself any more. She screamed, digging her fingernails into her buttocks, wailing for more stimulation. He sucked harder, spreading her legs farther apart. The tension peeled her pussy open, exposing more dark-red moist cuntmeat for him to feed on. Brad groaned as he ate her out.

The big blonde woman went mad with lust, closing her eyes, imagining Brad were some kind of Cossack raping her brutally. Her cunt was dripping with juices, tense with delight, aching for some kind of satisfaction.

"Maybe I should leave you like this now hanging up there, waiting for me," he said.

"No, oh nooo!"

No, he wouldn't do that! That would be the cruelest of tortures, having worked her up to this kind of sexual fever pitch then leaving her high and dry.

"Yeah, I could sit here and watch you go crazy while I jerked off. You'd watch my dick get good and fat, shoot off, and there wouldn't be a damned thing you could do about it."

"No, no, don't say things like that," Rhoda gasped, feeling her mind spin around.

She would go mad if he did something like that. Not even her husband did that. He had always satisfied her… about the only good thing he did.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be all that good for me either," Brad conceded, chuckling at having discovered just how hot and eager his secretary was.

He went back to eating her out, growling, pursing his lips together and sucking hard while digging his fingernails against her fleshy thighs and working them apart. It was heaven for Rhoda. Never before had someone done this for such a long time. Her husband had eaten her cunt many times but he had done it only as a preliminary to their lovemaking.

"Oh no, no, nooo!"

Brad seemed to enjoy oral sex thoroughly. He was sucking her hard, tonguing her avidly, using his mouth and tongue as if they were tiny cocks all fucking her at once! Just when she thought she was going to pop off in that wonderful sucking mouth of his, Brad pulled back, wiping the spit and cuntjuice off his mouth.

"Good, baby, good, Rhoda," he said, dropping down and kissing her passionately, driving the tongue he had used on her cunt into her mouth.

Rhoda gagged, smelling her pussy on his cheeks, tasting her cunt on his lips. And yet, how good it was, how everything seemed to mix together, mingle in one wonderful sensation of fucking, sucking, kissing. She moved again, wiggling her ass, feeling the silken bonds rubbing against her wrists and ankles, touching her thighs. If only she could, move her hands, touch Brad, touch his balls, touch his dick!

"Oooooo!"

He could tell Rhoda was getting close, getting close to cumming, to losing what little control she had left. He reached down, holding his cock in one hand, pressing the fingers hard into his throbbing meat. Twice he had nearly popped off, spraying his load against her prancing ass. Brad had wanted to do this to his secretary for over one year now. He had bided his time, waiting for the right moment. It had come unexpectedly with the disappearance of her sluttish daughter. It had come after months of preparation, of daring.

"Ohhhhhh God!"

Brad moved down and kissed her tits. Rhoda went wild, arching her back, trying to shove a nipple between his teeth. The big man laughed at her plight, moving back. She thrashed feverishly in her bonds.

"You're a real hellcat, aren't you?"

He was breathing with difficulty now, opening his mouth wide and covering her aching nipple with his lips. Rhoda screamed. She felt the hot spit trickling down her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion. She had read about these things, read about how some men specialized in doing this sort of thing, sucking off women, driving them half-crazy with their tongues and lips while leaving, the flicking aspect of sex as the very last act. Apparently Brad was one of those men. Now she could understand why some women went after this sort of thing. A man could control the pressure, playing a panting woman as if she wore a finely tuned instrument. And all the while she knew his cock was there, dangling between his legs, brushing up at times against her just waiting for the right moment to be shoved in.

"Unnghhh…"

Now his dick was slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered the purplish bloated head of his cock over her slit, then stiffened his legs, angling his body sharply against hers. She knew he was going to fuck her, fuck her hard!

"Ohhh, yesssss!"

When his dickhead hit her cuntlips, Rhoda exploded, arching her back once more, supporting her upper body on her shoulders. Her face was a mask of intense concentrated lust, her jaw quivering while moans of delight came from her throat. She pranced her ass up and down, gasping for it, demanding more stimulation's, more of his mouth, his dick.

"Oh yeah, Rhoda, yeah, you want this, you want it. You wanted me to suck your cunt, and now you want my dick in it."

For a second, just for a second, something triggered a thought in ha mind. There was something familiar now about that voice, something familiar about that sentence. What was it? God, she couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus her mind on what was being said. All she could think about was his cock starting to spear into her pussy, spread apart her itchy, slick cuntal walls while his balls dragged over the bottom of her cuntal mound!