Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Very gently, he cupped his hand over her cunt. The arch of her pubic bone was under his palm. His fingers were nestling into the soft depression of her opening. He rubbed, felt her cunt-lips shift and squirm. Her pussy felt warm and humid not slippery or wet. He eased one finger between her cunt-lips and felt her inner tissues. They were sticky dry.

He pulled up off her boob, and glanced at her heaving chest, at the jutting nubbins of her tits. She turned her face away from him. The cords of her neck were standing out.

"Leave me alone," she whimpered. "Why are you doing this to me?" She writhed against the ropes, squirmed on the rumpled spread.

Reaching up, Max dragged a pillow out. Kneeling between her thighs, he lifted her hips and worked the pillow under her ass. For a moment, she lay with her back arched, then let it slump.

Her position had presented her pussy to him at the best possible angle. Bending forward, he parted her cunt-lips, pulling back the tight blonde curls. Her inner folds were a soft, dusky pink. A faint hint of scented powder drifted up from her meticulously clean twat.

Lowering his mouth to her gash, he stroked his tongue through her dry folds, felt his spit moisten her meat.

She bucked frantically under him. "Noooo!" she moaned.

Max paused. "What's the matter, don't you like it?" he asked softly.

"Nooooo! Please, don't!" she whimpered.

Max lowered his mouth to her twat again, and raped her pussy with his tongue.

"Awwww, God!" she wailed. "Stop it, Max, stop it!"

"You love it," he told her.

"No," she hissed. "It's vile, disgusting!"

He lapped the length of her pussy again. This time he tasted hot, salty fluid. There was only one place it could be coming from! His tongue slid over her, and he tasted her first seepings ever.

"Noooo!" she whimpered as he stroked her slit again.

Changing his attack, he fastened his mouth firmly on her meat. He could feel her pussy hair scratching his lips and cheeks. He probed, slid his tongue deep into her cunt. He felt the walls spread apart as he probed into her pussy as far as he could. Her thighs quivered and jerked against his shoulders. He braced himself up on his elbows, began to eat her cunt out in earnest. He felt her pelvis squirming and humping as he pistoned his tongue in and out of her pussy-hole.

She was grunting, jerking and twisting against the ropes as he tongue-raped her. He could hear the cords pulling against the bedposts with a groaning, squeaking noise.

Max scraped his tongue up her silt. Fastening his lips on her mushy folds, now drenched with his spit and her juices, he sucked. Getting a mouthful of meat, he sorted through the rippled flesh with his tongue for the hard bump of her clit. He knew he had it when she gave a yelp and bucked against the ropes.

"What's happening?" she asked dazedly as he tongued her cunt. "What's happening? God, you're driving me mad, Max! Stop it! You're driving me mad!"

He stopped his labor of love and looked up the length of her body, past the sodden hairy bill of her pussy, past the quivering mounds of her tits. He saw the shine of sweat on her face as she shuddered and jerked.

Then he dipped his mouth to her pussy and began to eat her again. He was now sucking up thick waves of juices. His tongue probed her cunt, then stroked her clit. His lips fastened on her nerve bud and he suckled on it as if it was a tit.

"Oh my God!" she wailed as he tormented her clit. "Oh my God! Don't stop! Jesus, sweet Jesus, don't stop!"

Max felt a surge of cruelty, and lifted away from her crotch.

Kim shivered and her breasts quivered and jiggled. She kept trying to drag her wrists and ankles free of the ropes. "Oh God, Max, what is it? What is it?"

Max stood over her, demanding her attention by nudging her thigh with his foot. He was holding his hot, hard cock. She was gaping at it. "Is this what you want?"

He saw her try to deny it. He saw the horror in her eyes as she realized how far he had driven her. She licked her lips and nodded.

"Say it," he insisted, his heart hammering in triumph. "Say you want it."

"I want it," she moaned.

"Louder!"

"I want it," she moaned.

"What is it you want?" he asked, toeing her pussy, stimulating her gooey gash. "Use the word, baby! Use the real word for it."

She heaved and humped against his toes, coated them with her goo. "I – want – your – cock," she moaned, turning her face away with shame.

"What do you want me to do to you?" he asked.

"No, Max, please," she whimpered. "Just do it and get it over with."

"What is it you want me to do?" he said, grinding his big toe down on her slippery clit. Her thigh muscles spasmed in reaction.

"Fuck me," she whispered miserably. Her voice was thick with horniness and disgust. "Oh, God, please! Don't torture me any longer. Fuck me, Max, fuck me!"

"You really want it, don't you?" he asked.

She nodded. "I do, I really do. Oh my God, I never knew it could be like this."

"This is just the beginning," he promised, dropping to his knees between her spread thighs. "Believe me, baby, this is just the beginning."

He aimed the throbbing knob of his cock at her sopping, aroused gash and noticed that the inner folds were now a hot, eager pink. Her pussy had opened like a flower. He aimed his cock at the heart of the hot, flushed, gleaming cunt.

Looking down at her groin, he sank his cock into her slick, hot hole in the series of slow in-and-out pumps. He saw her trying to spread her legs wider apart as he stroked his prick into the hottest, wettest cunt he had ever fucked.

"Ahhhh, my God!" Kim moaned as he carefully stuffed her with his cock.

When he was fully inside her, had the whole length of his prick clasped in her hot cunt, he lay down on top of her. He felt her body press into the mattress, felt her breasts squash against his hard chest.

For a moment he just lay there and let her get used to the feel of his prick. Then he began to fuck her, slowly and deeply, drawing almost all the way out and then driving all the way in with slow, firm strokes. He tried to grind his pubic arch against her so her clit would be stimulated.

Kim was grunting deep in her throat. She fought the ropes as she took his cock. Her head rolled from side to side as he fucked her. She whimpered with lust, and he felt her cunt-walls spasming against his dick, felt her hips humping as he fucked her. She was moving faster now, even though she was bound, faster than she ever had before.

He began to fuck her harder and faster. His pubic arch crunched against hers. Her cunt walls burned his cock as he pistoned into her. There was a wet slapping sound when his groin hit hers. Her thighs quivered against his hips. She was trying to clamp her legs around him in spite of the cords keeping her thighs open!

He held off until she was whining and wailing. Finally, he was afraid he was going to burst. Then he couldn't hold it off any longer. The cum erupted from his prick with firehose force, steaming hot, a burning tidal wave of pleasure. It felt like his gut was pumping burning acid as he flooded her tunnel with cream.

"Awwww!" Kim bawled madly, her hips humping against him as he tried to ram his spouting prick clear through her. Her pelvis churned wildly under him until he had the feeling that his squirting prick was going to be ripped out by the roots. She humped upwards hard, dropped back, then humped again, and held it, quivering. His ass was clenching with the effort, and he unloaded his last ecstasy-laden jolts of cum into her.

For a gut-racking eternity she arched under her husband, her breath locked in her straining chest and throat. He sensed the joint-cracking strain in her passion-locked muscles as he held his thrust full depth in her pussy. Sweat was gushing between his hairy body and her sleek one as she held her muscle-rigid arch.