John McKeon - Bondage slave wife

Honey locked the door and looked at herself in the floor length mirror covering one wall. She looked strained and drawn. She smelled like cum. Turning on the shower, she stepped in and adjusted the spray as hot as she could stand, letting the water wash away the remains of cum staining her body. She took deep breaths, trying to relax and steady her nerves. The day had been too much. No one should be raped on their wedding night. She couldn't believe it had actually happened.

She lathered her body with soap, working rich suds over her skin. She rinsed and stepped out. Drying on a large white towel, she watched her reflection in the mirror. She didn't feel like the same person she had been just a few hours before. Somehow the experience with Jay had matured her in some way.

Before slipping into her dress, she stood for a moment inspecting herself in the mirror. Her large tits felt tingly and more alive than ever before. She stroked her cunt mound and caressed her pussy lips, feeling the swollen flesh still warm and aroused. She hated admitting to herself that she had enjoyed being raped by Jay. Guiltily, she realized she had not acted like she was being raped. Shame flushed her face at the thought of telling Greg what had happened. What if Jay told him how she had cried out and begged him to keep fucking her? Honey cringed inside. What had made her say that? What was wrong with her that she could not control the passion that boiled inside her pussy once she became aroused?

She slipped into her dress and returned to the bedroom. It was a small room. Clothes were scattered over an arm chair. The closet had both men's and women's clothes hanging in it. Doubts and apprehension began to cloud her mind – not only about herself, but about the living situation she had gotten herself into. What kind of a business partner would help himself to a partner's wife and insist that he shared everything? And who was the girl Greg had left with in the middle of their wedding night?

Honey stretched out on the bed, listening intently for sounds of Jay in the house. She couldn't hear anything other than a soft breeze moving through the trees outside. She pushed the drapes back from the window and looked out. A faint light came from the East, illuminating an abandoned barn and a wooded area. She knew she would not sleep until Greg returned.

She heard the front door open and close. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. The bedroom door opened. Honey sat up, her hands clasped at her tits. Relief flooded through her when she saw Greg. She jumped up and threw her arms around his neck. But her happiness was short lived when she saw Jay, now dressed in a pair of patched jeans, walk around the corner and learn against the door.

Honey pulled away from Greg and looked at Jay angrily. "What is he doing in our bedroom?" she demanded. "And who was that girl you ran off with?"

Before Greg could answer, Jay spoke up. "She does sort of sound like a wife, doesn't she, Greg?" He scratched his crotch and grinned. "Maybe I shouldn't have fucked her. She might start thinking she's got two husbands to boss around." Laughing, Jay turned and left the room.

When Honey looked back at Greg, she realized he was angry with her. His eyes searched up and down her body as though he was looking for something to yell at her about. "Are you wearing panties or a bra?" He felt her tits and ran his hands over her buttocks outside her dress. "Take your dress off. I don't want you wearing any clothes when you're in my house."

Honey felt as though he had slapped her. Not only did he ignore her question, but he ordered her around like she was his slave. Still his possessiveness made her feel important to bun. Submissively, she pulled her dress off over her head. His eyes devoured her naked body lustfully. Her emotions surged through her body in a mass of contradictions. He didn't even seem interested in the fact she had sex with Jay, only in whether she obeyed him.

"It's none of your business who the girl was I took home." Greg stripped his clothes off and crawled naked on tap of her, straddling her hips. He held her wrists above her head. Smiling down on her, he said, "And now I want to finish off our wedding night with a good blow job and fuck!"

Honey couldn't believe what was happening. She was seeing a cruel, thoughtless side of Greg she hadn't seen before. How could he ignore what they had done to her? How could he insult her by secret tripe in the middle of the night? She struggled to pull her arms away and roll off the bed, but he held her so tightly she could not even move her arms. "Let me go," she insisted. "I don't want to do either one of those things."

"It doesn't matter what you want. You're my wife new and you'll do what I say whether you like it or not." He wiggled his hips until he lay between her thighs, his weight resting on top of her. She felt his cock rubbing against her pussy as he ground his hips into her center. Covering her lips with his, he forced his tongue deeply into her mouth. His teeth nibbled at her lips while his tongue explored freely inside her mouth.

Struggling against him was useless. She felt her arousal stirring within her body, despite the anger and resentment she felt at the thoughtless way he was heating her. She hated herself for responding to him now, but she couldn't stop the arousal that pulsed with growing need through her cunt flesh. She felt his cock arousing into a huge erection between her thighs. She felt his nob poking into her cunt and burning against her clitoris.

As his tongue continued flicking in and out of her mouth like a cock, Honey felt her arousal flaring to such a state of need that she began responding to his advances despite her anger. She pulled his hips harder against her and opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue freer access to her mouth. He released her wrists and moved his hands to her tits, stroking and massaging her heavy tit-flesh until every nerve tinged and surged with arousal.

Honey wanted to push Greg away from her and tell him what she thought of his cruel actions, but now that her arousal surged in hot pulses through her flesh, she could think of nothing ether than carrying their actions to completion. She needed release from the compelling need that grew hotter and hotter. She felt his mouth sucking and nibbling her nipples until they stood up like hard points.

Greg licked her tits hotly. He slurped his tongue over her firm globes until she was in a state of excitement that she would have agreed to do anything he wanted. She ground her hips up against his cock, feeling his cock nob pushing deeper between her pussy lips and working its way into her cunt.

She lifted her legs and wrapped them around bin hips. She felt his buttocks tense and then he slammed forward with all his strength and drove his cock into her with such force that her breath gushed from her lungs. She felt his mammoth cock tear like a savage beast into her body, ripping and pushing aside her tender cuntal membranes until his shaft was buried to the hilt in her pussy.

"I love fucking you," he moaned, driving his hips faster and faster, his cock reaming in and out of Honey's cunt with lustful abandon. Every stroke brought her to a more and more intense state of arousal. "Your pussy's so tight it feels like a south around my cock." He humped into her as hard and fast she could, aiming his shaft to the hilt with each stroke.

She felt his cock driving her wild with aroused need. She clawed at his buttocks in an attempt to draw his cock even deeper into her cunt. She felt his thick cock shaft stretching her pussy each time it tore savagely into her body. She spread her thighs wide and pressed her heels into his ass. "Yes," she pleaded, "fuck me! Push it in as far and hard as you can. Make me feel it. Oh, yes… that's it. Your cock feels so good going in and out of me! Don't stop! I want to feel you inside me forever!"