John McKeon: Bondage slave wife

Greg savagely ground his cock into her cunt. His hips churned in and out like an exercising athlete. His fingers bunched Honey's tits together until he could lath his tongue over both nipples with one lick. He sucked them into his mouth, circling her nipples with his teeth. He bit and chewed her flesh until she screamed with erotic torture.

Even with the arousal churning with gripping need through her flesh, Honey could not help wondering if maybe she had made a mistake marrying Greg. Perhaps sex was the only thing between them. She felt ashamed of the compelling lust that continued washing over her flesh like surging currents of erotic energy. But she couldn't stop her body from responding. Her arms and legs moved against her will. She pounded her heels into Greg's ass like she was riding a horse.

Her fingers twisted in his hair and she pulled his mouth from tit to tit. "Lick me all over," she begged. "Eat me. Lick my pussy. Oh, I want to feel your tongue all over me!" She pushed his head away, encouraging him to eat where his cock was feasting. "Take your cock out. Let me lick it dry."

Honey felt her face flushing in shame over the humiliating spectacle she was making of herself, yet she couldn't stop that, either. She felt like an aroused nympho. Surprising even Greg, she forced him to withdraw his cock by twisting under him until she could reach his balls with her hand. She circled them tightly between her fingers and began puffing slowly. Immediately he responded. He became for a moment, a helpless baby in her hands.

At that moment, Honey had complete control of him. But she held it only a moment. Then she pushed his face down to her steaming crotch. He turned so she could suck his cock into her mouth. His cock tasted hot and tangy. She felt her arousal surging as the erotic flavor swept over her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, forcing her head against his shaft and pulling down on axis hips. She wanted his cock all the way down her throat.

As he lapped hungrily between her thighs, his tongue delving into her pussy slit with thirsty strokes, she felt her climax approaching. She sucked harder at his cockhead, feeling it working deeper and deeper into her throat. She sucked and slurped her tongue over his cock each time he pulled back, breathing air into her lungs at the same time. She relaxed her throat muscles and arched her neck slightly, guiding his shaft into her throat.

His hot cock slid over her tongue and cheeks. His mouth gobbled her pussy. She felt her cunt lips swollen and throbbing as his mouth feasted with loud, grunting noises of contentment. She felt her clitoris throbbing and pulsing with energy. His tongue stabbed into her slit and squirmed up her pussy, slurping up her hot juices.

And then her orgasm exploded over her like molten lava. She convulsed in erotic spasms that tossed her body helplessly against him. His cock suddenly began spurting thick wads of cum into her mouth as his orgasm erupted with equal intensity. She felt her mouth quickly filled until it dripped out the sides and ran down her cheeks. She swallowed just as another copious gush again filled her mouth.

Their orgasm kept them gripped together, sucking and gobbling each other's sex until they were drained and exhausted. Honey felt as though a fire was slowly being extinguished. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it even as it began to grow soft and shrink. She tasted the last of his cum as she milked his cock shaft with her lips and teeth. She felt his tongue drink the last of her cunt juice. His tongue slurped along her slit with tingling caresses.

When he finally rolled away from her, Honey felt her anger at his previous inconsiderate actions returning. "Why did you have to take that woman home in the middle of the night? Who was she?"

Greg sat up, his anger suddenly matching Honey's. "I told you it was none of your business. Listen, you've got to understand who's boss in this marriage. You do what I say and know what I want you to know."

Honey shivered at his concept of what a marriage was supposed to be like. "You knew what kind of a person Jay was, yet you left me here with him all alone. And when he tells you what he did to me, you act like it didn't even happen! That's not what I think a husband is supposed to act like." She turned away from him and huddled with her arms wrapped around her tits.

"That's another thing. From the story Jay told me, you acted pretty excited about what you were doing. But from now on, you'd better not fuck Jay unless I tell you to."

Honey spun around. "Unless you tell me to. Do you mean to say you think you have the right to order me to make love with other men?"

"You better believe it. I told you, from now on you do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. I didn't marry you so you could tell me what to do."

Honey couldn't believe what she was hearing. Living with Greg would be worse than living with her aunt. How could she have been so silly to marry someone she didn't even know? And now it was too late to go back to her aunt. But she wouldn't live with Greg. "I'll get a divorce," she said. "I'm leaving." She started to get off the bed, but he grabbed her arm and spun her onto her back.

"You're not going anywhere." He dashed to a dresser and came back with several neck ties. He straddled her waist and twisted her arms together. "I'm going to teach you a lesson right now. It looks like you're going to take a lot of training, but I've got all the time in the world."

She tried to stop him when he pinned her arms with his knees. Next he tied the free ends to the bed corners. He crawled off and repeated the process to her ankles. When she was completely spread-eagled and helpless, he sat on the edge and watched her twisting and squirming to pull herself free.

"You're not going to get loose that way. The only thing that will do is tighten the knots." He stroked her stomach and tits, allowing his hands to tantalize her tit-flesh and pinch and twist her nipples. He moved to her pussy and dipped his fingers into her still-dripping cunt.

"Untie me, please. What are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to teach you what happens when you don't obey me." He continued fondling her cunt lips and stroking his index finger along her slit. He flicked over her clitoris until he felt it responding. "I'm going to whip you."

Honey flinched. "No! You've got to be kidding!" But she knew he wasn't. She watched him return to the dresser and take out a thick, black belt. "Don't you dare!" she cried, pulling frantically at the bonds around her wrists and ankles. She was helpless against him. He could do anything to her and she would not be able to stop him. The thought sent chills of terror surging though her.

He doubled the belt and snapped it together several times, the sound echoing ominously though the room. "When I'm through with you, maybe you'll have learned not to be so bossy. Cooperation is what I want from you." As he advanced toward her, he began rubbing his cock and balls back and forth.

Haney watched horror stricken as his cock began to swell again. He was a pervert! He wanted to whip her! "No!" she begged. "Don't! I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck anyone you want. Just don't whip me, please!"

He laughed at her. "Of course, you will. You'll fuck a donkey if I want you to, but you're still going to get whipped. You deserve it, don't you?"

Honey shook her head. "No, please. I promise I'll do what you want. I'll be whatever kind of wife you want me to be." But inside she vowed she would escape from the horrible nightmare she had stepped into. She was not going to live with a man who enjoyed cruelty and only wanted to beat her. How could she have been so wrong about someone? And then she felt the first lash biting into her flesh.

The belt hissed through the air and landed with a loud crack across her stomach. He drew the whip back again and again, lashing as a steady rain of stinging blows over her tits and thighs. She twisted and writhed under the merciless lashing. She felt the sharp crack of the leather like fiery kisses burning over her tender skin. The more she begged and screamed for him to stop, the harder he whipped her.