Robert Vickers - Tied up wife

She felt his cock swell and grow inside her impossibly tight cunt. She was able to feel the pulsating of the big blue vein on the top of his prick. Even the thick cockhead was expanding with added blood that hammered excitedly into his prick. The organ was growing as his lust mounted.

Then he came. The rush of his pearly hot come made her gasp and she almost lost control of her asshole. But she bit her lower lip and held on. That seemed more important than the flood of the man's seed into her greedily sucking cunt.

"So fuckin' tiiiiiight!" be groaned as he came.

His hips exploded in a frenzy of activity. He drove himself balls-deep into her pussy. There was no holding back. Not with his lust burning so fiercely in his loins. His balls demanded release. They got it.

When he'd finished filling her small cunt with his load, he leaned back on the bed, tucking his heels under his ass for support. He looked at the bound woman and smiled.

"So you managed to keep all the wine enema inside, eh? Good. Let me drain it out now."

She screamed as he cruelly rammed the tube back into her. And she screamed again when he leaned forward and pressed his hand down hard into her belly. But soon it was all drained from her guts.

She had never felt such relief in her entire life.

The feelings rippling through her now were nothing but pleasant ones. The fucking had left behind a warm glow. The thin trickle of the man's come out of her cunt-hole was familiar, welcome. And the emptiness of her bowels was such a relief she could have cried, cried with tears of joy.

She could forget the pain in her belly and arms and legs. It was somehow distant. And she knew that she would be able to regain control over the man.

He had been brutal to her, dominant in the extreme, but she knew that she could handle anything he dished out. She would end up calling the shots again. In this war, she would be the eventual winner.

She'd show him.

Then there was a stinging slap to her cheek. She opened surprised eyes to see the man grinning.

"Here, drink this."

He thrust the tube of the enema into her mouth and released the bag. She gagged on the wine and shit he forced into her. Suddenly it wasn't at all obvious to her she could ever slip free of the man's domination.

Ever.

Diane was finishing off the last touches of her makeup. Everything had to be perfect for tonight. This was the night when Matt's boss would announce who got the promotion, who would be the new senior vice-president in charge of public relations.

She'd worked hard, damned hard, to make sure it was Matt who got that spot. She wanted to be in top shape tonight when it was announced.

"Hurry up, dear. It's almost seven and we have to be over at the Bryants' by eight."

Matt mumbled something from the direction of the bathroom. She smiled into the mirror. Their relationship had gotten off to a shaky start. She still remembered that hell-week they'd spent on what they laughingly called a honeymoon.

"Don't think you can distract me or my friend! I won't stand for it!"

He opened his fly and out leaped his erect prick. She licked her lips and felt her cunt begin to ooze out its thick juices. He was going to fuck her! Just minutes before they were supposed to be at the promotion party! She would be walking bowlegged all night long!

And the bastard knew it!

She started to drop her skirt and found herself wrapped in the man's strong arms. He crushed her body to his. And she responded immediately. Her nipples hardened. But neither of them seemed to notice this.

Their interest was lower. Her hand reached down and guided his long, thick, straining prick into her cunt-lips. She moaned softly as the prick penetrated her and worked a full inch into her pussy. He didn't fuck her all the way. He hadn't for some time.

This way was so much more torturous for her. She desperately desired him to ram balls-deep into with the first thrust. He never did that simply because she so badly wanted him to. This kept her guessing. Would she be so honored? Or not.

He jammed in another inch of his cock. The pussy-lips lewdly kissed and fluttered around the thickness of his glans. For every inch he inserted into her needy cunt, this increased her desire for him ten-fold.

By the time he was fucked to the hilt in her cunt, she was weak in the knees and actually shaking in reaction.

Tears stained her careful makeup and she was begging, "Fuck me, fuck me good!"

"So you want my precious cock, eh? What will you give me in return?"

"Anything, Master, anything!"

He actually lifted her off the ground using only his prick. While in mid-air, he turned and dumped her on the bed. His cock slipped out of her well-oiled cunt as the bedsprings took up the shock of her landing, but he was quick to climb back on top of her.

With her wrists tightly pinned to the bed by his right hand, he balanced himself with his left and levered into her yawning cunt. She left her legs spread wide as possible for him. Nothing was too good for her lord and master.

Nothing.

He began fucking her in the rhythm she liked best. She felt her inner tissues begin to quiver in response. The cunt-walls were actually shaking with desire at the touch of the man's cock. She wanted nothing else out of life than to be fucked by Matt.

Then the tempo changed rapidly. He was no longer giving her his cock in long, smooth strokes. He was using a short, choppy fucking motion designed to burn away the thick cunt juices and build the friction rapidly in her body.

She felt the coming orgasm building rapidly in her belly. The sexual tension finally exploded and she came.

It wasn't as big a come as she usually got. But it made her cry out and beg for more.

"Keep fucking me. I need your cock, Master! I need it so desperately I'll do whatever you command of me."

"Of course, you will, you stupid slut. What else is new?"

"Oh, Master, my clit! It… it's erect now. Touch it. Diddle my clit for me!"

His left hand stroked lightly over her bush, making tiny little spires in the thick pussy fur. His finger descended a bit and found her clit.

He began stroking it. And she came. With his cock still inside her cunt, filling her to overflowing with hot prick, and his finger on her clit, she came.

It felt as if the top of her head ripped off as she thrashed about wildly on the bed. He held her firmly, not allowing her to move as much as she would have liked. The grip on her wrists was turning slick with sweat, yet he managed to hold her with contemptuous ease.

"Hot, aren't you, bitch?"

"Yes! Yes, Ooohhhhhhh!"

His fucking had set her off still another time. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to pull him even deeper into her cunt. For some strange reason, he didn't try to stop her this time. In the past, any hint that she was trying to guide the way he fucked her was met with punishment.

Her ass still carried the rosy red marks of the last time he had punished her, then fucked her up the ass. She had burned with an inner fury for over a week after that butt-fucking. And she had actually found herself wanting more.

She pulled him deeply into her cunt. Then she started writhing around, stirring the man's cock against her softly yielding pussy walls. She was gushing out her fuck juices and there was a lewd squishing noise as his cock slid back and forth in her pussy.

She was gasping for air, having trouble focusing her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his prick inside her, moving steadily, fucking hard, when she heard him say, "Call the Bryants and tell them we'll be late."

"Yes," she agreed, "yes! Oh, sweet God, yes!"

She turned to the phone and found his prick fucking even deeper into her hungry twat.