Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

But she never lost his prick. It remained firmly inside her wet, sucking lips. As her tongue began playing with his cock, she felt life returning to his manmeat. She sucked harder. Her goal was in sight.

She could actually feel his cock stiffening under her oral attentions. Her rough, pink tongue stroked over the sensitive head of his cock. This spurred it to even harder lengths. She sucked and licked and drove her tongue down into the man's piss-slit. It wasn't possible for her to get her tongue down into his cock.

They both knew it and it excited both of them that she would even try.

He stopped whipping her, when his cock was about half erect. It had been gradually stiffening thanks to her sucking. When her tongue went swirling all around the purpled head, the cock snapped to rigid attention. She lovingly stroked across the head, over the flap of skin dangling under the glans.

This was the most sensitive portion of his entire cock and she gave it her undivided attention. Her tongue worried the loose skin until it was part of the rigid shaft throbbing in her mouth. His cock was a virile post of fucking tool now.

"I like it. Keep sucking, slave."

She wanted to answer him. But with the cock in her mouth, she didn't want to take the time to. It was more important to her to suck, suck, suck!

She began bobbing her head up and down on his prick. The rubbery tip of his cock bounded from the roof of her mouth and homed in on her throat.

She gagged as his cock drilled deep down her throat. She hadn't been prepared to take it.

"So," he bellowed, "you gag on my cock!" He took a step backward and commanded, "Come after it now. Come!"

The leather strap smacked wetly on her back. She could feel tiny rivers of blood oozing from the welts he striped her with. His cock was jutting up from his crotch inches away from her lips. Struggling to keep her balance under the rain of his blows, she inched forward.

And he took a half step back.

"HURRY! Suck on it!"

She felt her knees being rubbed raw on the rug. Her shoulders were hunched under the blows and her arms and legs felt like they were ready to fall off.

But all that mattered was in front of her. His cock. Sucking on it. Sucking on her master's prick.

That spurred her on, made her exert just a little more effort to take it back into her mouth and give him exquisite head. The first touch of the purpled glans on her lips was like a gift from heaven.

Tongue spinning wildly around the end of his cock, she laved and licked and lapped at the tasty rod of flesh until he was groaning. He stopped whipping her when the tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the end of his fuck stick.

Her sucking rapidly pulled the bitter droplet away from his piss-slit. She concentrated on working her head back and forth. Her lips were pursed in a tight O shape all around the man's prick. Then she rapidly moved up and down the entire cock.

The red spike of cock vanished between her ruby lips, only to reappear in a few seconds. The look of bliss on her face convinced the man she was getting off on this. And he couldn't say anything bad about the way she was giving him head.

His groin was burning with joy. The lightest touch of her lips was bliss. And her tongue was stimulating him to levels of arousal greater than anything he'd known before.

"Keep sucking, slave, suck!"

He thought his guts would go shooting out the end of his cock. The vacuum around the end of his prick was more intense than anything he'd experienced.

It was as if he'd shoved himself into a milking machine gone wild. But he wasn't complaining. He enjoyed the wet warmth surrounding him. His balls had hardened into a tight little sphere dangling under his long, hard prick. It wouldn't be long now before he blasted off his come into her mouth.

Into her mouth.

The words rattled in his head. He didn't want her tasting his jism. That was a gift too precious for her. She had to be punished for using him as a fool for so long. She had been toying with him, stringing him along. He didn't doubt she loved him – in her own way.

She used him for whatever she wanted. There were times he felt he'd gotten the upper hand on her, but not many. The time in the restaurant when he'd diddled her with his toe under the table, then sneaked under the table and eaten her out in public.

She was excited by all this, as excited as he was.

He didn't dare let her get the upper hand again – ever.

Besides, this was too damned much fun. He could command and she would obey and wasn't that the way it was supposed to be? Fuck all those people who wanted to tell others the roles men and women should fill. Let nature take its course and see how things worked out best.

Matt wouldn't have traded the bound, sucking woman for a million so-called "liberated" ones.

But he still took a full step backwards and sent her falling forward on her face. With her hands bound to her ankles and behind her back, she couldn't stop her fall.

With a hurt look, she stared up at him and his jerking cock covered with her saliva. "I want more than your mouth." And that pleased her, as it should.

Matt reached down and grabbed the ropes holding her tied so securely. As if she were a sack of meal, he dragged her across the floor and into the bedroom, a room dominated by the brass bed.

The brass rails on either end were perfect for what he had in mind. But he really only needed those at the head of the bed. Lifting the trussed-up woman, he dumped her on the bed. She moaned softly as she rolled across one of her whipped shoulders.

"I tired of your mouth. I want to feel that gripping cunt of yours all around my cock."

He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached out and jerked free the candle still in her twat. She screamed as the candle broke the intense vacuum formed inside her pussy. He ignored it and threw the candle aside. He ran his fingers over her blistered and bruised pussy-lips.

"You cunts are all alike, never taking care of your most precious possession. I must cleanse you, I see."

She lay in pain on the bed. The candle being pulled out of her was worse than she'd thought it would be. The nagging ache left inside her needed immediate attention. And she was fearful of what he would do to cure her of that agony.

When she saw him come in with a short length of hose and a hot water bottle, she panicked. He was going to give her an enema!

"I fixed this up special for you, my dear. Kerosene?" He waited to see the horrified expression on her face. "No, not when you've been so burning hot all day long. That might catch you on fire and we couldn't have that. No, my dear, it's filled with wine."

He put the enema bag aside for a moment as he refastened her bonds. When he was done, both her hands and feet were bound thoroughly to the head of the brass bed. But it wasn't in any position she would have chosen for herself.

He had her bent double so that her cunt was widely exposed to his evil attentions. Upper thighs pressed firmly into her own tits making them pulse and throb with desire. But the pressure on her belly was intense and she thought her hips would be pulled out of their sockets.

"Don't do this to me, I beg you!"

"Beg all you want, slave. I will do to you what I please. If you want to scream, do so. It pleases me."

She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out when he thrust the tube of the enema bag into her asshole. She didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing her sob and cry.

But she had to scream when the burning hot wine seared into her anus. He had heated the wine and it was burning with both alcoholic and heated fury. It was making her go mad from the pain.

"You're burning me up! Why are you trying to kill me?"