Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Kim's insides were steaming with horniness as she followed him across the lawn. She had gotten used to being nude in their back yard. Somehow, this was different. Something about the park-like atmosphere of the unfamiliar setting gave her the feeling she was naked in a public place. The fact that Eva and Bob were both watching from the patio increased the illusion that she was in a park.

Max chose a towering oak, placed Kim under a horizontal branch about ten feet off the ground, and then turned her to face the patio. He chose one of the longer pieces of rope, and tied the ends to Kim's wrists. He carefully took two full turns with the thick, soft rope and tied knots that wouldn't slip or draw tight. Then he flipped the rope over the limb. He started to pull. Kim was helpless to do anything but let him raise her arms over her head.

Max was behind her. Unable to see what he was doing, all she could do was focus on her helplessness, and the way Eva and Bob were studying her wanton exposure. She glanced down at herself, saw the rise of her lush boobs. Then Max hauled on one rope, dragged her right arm out to her side slightly while putting more tension on it. Bob said something to Eva and got up.

"Let me help," Bob offered, disappearing behind Kim. She felt her other arm being pulled out to the side and drawn tight.

The tension on the rope increased until it groaned as it was pulled over the limb of the tree. Kim went up onto her toes as the pull on her anus increased. It went on, and on, until she was afraid her arms were going to rip out of her shoulders. Then she was pulled clear off the ground and was hanging by her wrists. She kicked and writhed, tried to find some foothold.

Max gave her ass a casual push, which sent her swinging. She moaned. She whimpered when Bob fondled her boobs with casual insolence, toyed with her nipples while Max sorted through the remaining rope for what he wanted. Kim's lust roared higher as she endured Bob's casual caresses while his wife watched.

Max took two short lengths of rope and fastened them to her ankles. He spread her legs, then tied them. Her tendons were drawn tight, and she could feel air seeping into her cunt.

When Bob drilled a finger up into her sopping tunnel, Kim thought she was going to die with shame. She felt as if she was so much meat strung up for their pleasure.

"Wet as a waterfall," Bob reported.

Max came around in front of her, let her watch as he opened his fly. His cock thrust out heavily, eagerly. She whimpered when she realized he had raised her just enough to fuck her as she was suspended from the ropes.

She groaned from the agony in her shoulders and hips, and the hunger in her cunt. She watched Max move close to her. Then he gripped her waist, steadied her. He slid his cock into her snatch. Then he came up, rammed his cock into her ravenous hole.

Kim moaned at the brutal, demanding penetration. From aching emptiness, she went to jammed fullness. Her cunt was pinched between their pubic arches. He released his grip on her waist and leaned back slightly. The only contact between her and her husband was their crotches.

As always, Kim's helplessness brought the semen boiling out of Max's balls. Spread wide by the ropes, her cunt was a wedge of invitation he wasn't about to decline. He savored the hot grasp of her hole, leaned away from her, his prick still drilled full depth into her.

He fucked her with easy swings of his hips. The ropes groaned as he stroked into her. His cock was burning up. His cum erupted into her in thick, hot gushes, flooded her streaming hole, then dripped down his prick and onto his aching balls. He held on until his guts were wrung dry.

When he backed away, he was astonished to see Eva don on her knees. The brunette crawled underneath Kim, tipped her head back, and sucked up the cum slowly draining out of Kim's pussy. Her mouth gaping, Eva drank the mingled juices with noisy, sucking swallows. Finally, she fastened her mouth on Kim's spread crotch.

Kim whined and groaned. The ropes digging into her wrists and ankles were threatening to tear her apart, to quarter her like a butchered cow. The binding, after the walk to Bob's house, had lifted her to the edge of cumming. Then Max's rape while she was suspended had pushed her over the top. Jerking and quivering like a gaffed fish, she had felt Max's cock gushing into her spasming cunt.

When Eva had fastened her eager mouth on Kim's gaping twat, it was the last straw. The animal in her burst free and she sailed away on a tidal wave of lust. She felt the ropes tearing at her flesh. She felt the sun burning her straining, naked, sweating body. She felt Eva's tongue scooping deep in her sopping twat.

Through her delirium, Kim thought of the image they made. A voluptuous nude blonde was suspended from the tree by ropes, while between her gaping legs a brunette in chains and cuffs ate her pussy. And two men, watching. Kim saw it as if in a mirror, had her lust boiled up hotter than ever.

When she finally came to her senses, she realized Eva was no longer eating her out. Dazed, aching from hanging from the ropes, Kim tried to sort out her surroundings. Bob had bared his cock. Eva, still in chains, was on her knees, sucking it. The mouth that had just eaten Kim was not trying to draw a load from her master.

Kim looked around for Max, and saw him on the patio. He was pouring himself a drink. As she watched, he stepped casually around Eva and Bob, and offered Kim a swallow. The liquor burned her throat.

"You all right?" he asked solicitously, making no move to untie her.

Kim managed to nod. "God, I love it," she moaned. She watched hungrily as Eva mouthed Bob's iron-hard cock. Her manacled hands were steadying his shaft while she moved her head forward and back. His shining shaft slid provocatively in and out of her sucking lips.

"Maybe I'll let Bob have you later," Max mused.

Kim felt a squirm of anticipation. She wasn't sure what aroused her more the idea of being raped by Bob, or being disposed of so casually by her master.

"Or, maybe some other guest," Max added casually.

"Other guest?" Kim asked, a jolt of horror slamming through her.

Max looked at her with mock surprise. "Oh, didn't I mention that?"

Kim couldn't believe he was serious. "Mention what?"

Max deliberately took a swallow of his drink and watched Eva taking her master's bone. Her model's face looked particularly erotic with a cock jammed into it. "Bob's having a few people over later."

Kim battled the ropes. "Not with me like this?" she protested. "You'll let me down before they come?"

Max looked at her. There was love in his eyes, and pride at the beauty of his helpless woman. "Of course with you like that," he answered.

Kim felt horror and helplessness, and they triggered a spurt of perverse horniness. "You can't mean it!" she wailed. The thought of being seen as she was, roped and spread and naked, was almost more than she could bear.

Max fondled one of her heaving tits, pinched and rolled the already stiff and eager nubbin. "Dead serious," he assured her. "And you know you'll love it. Won't you?"

Kim hung her head with shame and squirmed against the ropes holding her spread-eagle. "Yes," she whispered.

"You've come a long ways, baby," Max noted.

"God, Max, what have I become?" Kim moaned as she watched Bob and Eva.

Their host had grabbed Eva's lustrous black hair and yanked her head back. His cock was spurting pearly gobs of jizm. Thick, gooey ball-juice spattered Eva's face. She gritted her teeth and took it. Bob milked his prick with one hand, squeezed out the last searing spurts. He pointed them over Eva's nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead. He left her streaked with cum. The carnal wad glistened in the afternoon sunlight.

The sound of the doorbell reached them as he was fucking his shrinking prick back into his pants. He zipped up his fly. "Go answer the door," he ordered his chained spouse. "And don't dry your face off. I want them all to know what a cock-sucker you are."