Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Taking one of the remaining ropes, he tied a double loop around her right ankle, then pulled her foot back under the table as far as he could. He tied the end of the rope to a table leg.

Her robe sagged between her legs. It was still draped over her belly and pussy.

He took her other ankle and tied it the same way he had the first one. Then he stood up and studied his handiwork. He was conscious of his cock tenting out his robe.

She was shivering. Brief tremors racked her as she lay there, bound and helpless. The position of her arms made her tits lift, made her tits more arousing and enticing than ever. Her thighs gaped wide, but her cunt was still covered by the robe.

Hunger was in her eyes. She fucked glances at him, at his hard-on. "I'll be right back," he said suddenly.

When he returned, he had the camera and the photograph he had taken of her the first time. "On, no, Max! No, not pictures," she whimpered.

"Anything I want, baby. Remember?"

She bit her lip and nodded. It was a little hard because of the way her arms were drawn up over her head. Sweat was shining on her forehead.

Max held the picture in front of her horrified and aroused gaze. "I took this one that first time, baby. Gives me one hell of a hard-on everytime I look at it."

"God, it shows everything," Kim whispered hotly as she stared at the photograph.

Max looked at it. "Damn near," he agreed. It showed everything that really mattered her inner pussy-lips, the string of jizz seeping from her sodden slit, the erect nipples of her tits.

"I like pictures of naked women, baby. You know that." He reached for the belt of her robe and unknotted it. "Only you won't let me keep 'em, remember? Well, these I am going to keep. Matter of fact, I think I'll put 'em in an album."

He could see the gleam in her frightened blue eyes.

The belt loosened, then he carefully lifted the robe off her, baring her body.

"Oh, God," she moaned as the air caressed her naked flesh. Her back was arched, her gut drawn tight, her breasts lifted. Her nipples were stiff and eager.

Her pussy-mound thrust prominently, anxiously, from the rounded plane of her lower belly. Her cunt-lips were soft and pouting. Her slit had parted just a fraction and showed a hot pink inner fold which was glistening with her juices already! And he hadn't even touched her!

Her arms tensed, tugged against the ropes. Her thighs twitched and her calves squirmed as she fought her bindings. She shuddered. She raised her head for a moment, and looked dawn the stretched line of her torso. Then she let her head thump back against the hard, glossy table.

Max set the camera aside and stood beside her head. "Look at me, baby, look at me."

As she watched, he unbelted his robe and let it drop back off his shoulders. His towering hard-on was revealed all at once. At the sight of his cock, she licked her lips nervously, left them shiny and enticing.

He stroked his prick. His hand was on his hot, swollen meat. He had a ton of jizzim stored up. It was just waiting to burst out. One stroke in that hot cunt of hers and he would cum like a geyser.

"Ever seen a man cum?" he asked softly. "Shit no, of course not. Virgin when I mated you. Fresh out of the convent or whatever it was. Couldn't bear the sight of a cock, how could you have seen a man cum?"

He began pumping his cock.

"Well, you're gonna see it this time. You're going to see what my prick does when it unloads in that cunt of yours, baby. Then I'll take some pictures of you, and that'll get me hard again. Then I'll fuck you, fuck you until your eyes pop."

He could see the effect his words were having on her, see the panting, the lusty sweat on her ribs and cheeks and forehead. She was loving it, loving his tantalizing domination of her. He stood over her, the thrust of his erect cock a mammoth, visible symbol of his lust for her. He moved closer to the table. She writhed against the ropes.

"Watch, baby, watch," he ordered, pumping his cock, making the skin wrinkle and shift on the hard core. His pecker was leaking clear juice. He feasted his eyes on his purple knob bobbing and quivering, and the glitter of Kim's eyes in the background.

"Feels like I got a puddle of lava in my gut," he told her. "A thick, hot puddle of cream swirling around in my groin. My balls are burning up. Gets hotter every stroke, more impatient. It's gonna squirt out in just a minute, I can tell. I can feel it getting hotter and hotter."

Her lips were parted. She shuddered with horniness. She was whimpering.

"See my balls?" he asked. "See how they're tensing up? They do that just before I cum. They knot up hard in my crotch like they want to climb into my cock and get fired into your belly. Like they want to squirm right through my dick and into your cunt."

His hand moved faster on his prick. The flame in his gut was beyond the point of no return.

"Here I go, baby!" he screamed. "Ahhhh shit!"

His dick fired a thick, gluey gray stream of cum. Then wad after wad erupted from his cock, spattered from his jerking cock. His fist continued to pump.

The first spurt shot beyond her, cleared her completely, hit the rug on the far side of the table.

But the succeeding creamy gobs showered down on her, spattered her face, her throat, her tits, and even her golden blonde hair. He saw a drop hit her lips, saw her tongue fuck out to lick it away. Just then another thick wad splattered her open mouth.

He thought she would turn her face away, clamp her lips shut against the vile shower. But she didn't. She faced the drenching boldly, wincing away only from those shots that fell on her eyes. She writhed and wriggled hornily as the semen spotted her face and throat and chest.

Then his dick was shrinking. Deliberately leaning over so his cock was right above her face, he milked the last thick oozings from his cock, and watched them drop toward her in long, stretching strands of heavy juice. One hit her cheek and dribbled slowly back toward her ear. Mother spotted her upper lip. She had to be getting the full effect of the rich, mushy scent, even though her tongue was licking it away.

Grabbing the camera, Max focused and got a hot close-up shot of her cum-spattered face. At the sound of the camera's whining motor, she tried to turn away.

Backing away, Max started to take a full-length shot of her stretched on the table. Then he paused and rearranged her robe so the ropes showed. Then he backed off and took the picture.

From above her head, he got one that showed her cum-flecked face, and the strained, arched line of her body. She was shivering with lust every few seconds. He wished he could catch those shudders on film somehow.

From the other end of the table, he had a perfect shot up into her gaping pussy. Her labes were not parted by the aroused petals of her inner folds, and they were glistening with her juices. It was too bad the camera took two hands to operate. Otherwise, he could have parted her cunt-lips with one hand and gotten a close-up of her slimy gash. He concluded the photo session by standing on the couch and taking one straight down.

When he was done, his cock was throbbing hard again. After setting the camera aside, he spread the still-developing pictures on the sofa. Then he checked the ropes to make sure they weren't cutting off her circulation.

When she felt him testing her wrists, she moved them as if she thought he was releasing her. "You letting me go?" she asked softly.

Max was kneeling beside her. He shook his head. "No. You want me to let you go?"

She gulped and shook her head. "No."

"How you feeling?" he asked, checking the ropes on her ankles.

"Oh, Max, I came – or is it cum?"

"Damned if I know."

"I feel so helpless," she whimpered. "I can barely move. My back hurts a little, but it's not a bad hurt. And I itch inside, Max. I itch, way deep inside where only you can scratch it."