Duncan Fox: Slave wife

"Yeah?"

"Oh, Max, I love you so much," Kim sighed. "I'm your slave and I love it."

"I love you, too," he told her, his throat knotting. She looked so tender, so helpless, so vulnerable tied to the table like that.

"Why don't you wait a little before you put it in me, Max," she suggested. "Sit down and have a drink or something."

Max felt his innards chum at the idea. The thought of leaving her there, helpless, while he relaxed with some Scotch, made his balls sizzle. With casualness, he went over and turned on the TV, then settled down in his easy chair so he could watch both Kim and the news. The sight of her body spread in front of the newscaster made Max's insides squirm hotly.

"I feel like he's watching me," Kim whispered hoarsely.

"You like it?" Max asked.

"It's… frightening," she answered. "It's humiliating, but the thought of someone other than you seeing me like this makes me… makes me…"

"Horny?" Max suggested.

"Hornier than ever," she admitted. "Oh, Max, I'm so awful!"

"Not to me, baby, not to me," he assured her.

"Love me, Max," she whispered as a dog-food commercial came on the screen. "Please, love me."

Max set his empty glass down. The alcohol in his belly eased the lust knot in his gut. "Soon," he assured her, getting up.

His eyes were fastened on her hot, aroused pussy. His mouth watered at the thought of exploring those hot, sloppy folds with his lips and tongue.

He sank to his knees between her spread legs and slid his hands lovingly up the satin smooth insides of her thighs. Slowly, tenderly, he parted her cunt-lips, revealed the hot, fascinating hole of her cunt. There was the fucked, tantalizing hot opening of her cunt. Just above it was her pisser.

Keeping his eyes focused on her strained torso, Max slowly lowered his mouth. He fucked his tongue at her clit, and watched earthquake-like convulsions rock her taut gut. Her titties swelled and stiffened. Her muscles jerked and strained as she fought the ropes.

"Oh, Max, fuck me, please!" Kim moaned.

"Soon, baby, soon," he promised. His cock felt as heavy as lead because of its load.

He stared at the rosy heart of her snatch and wondered how she would look with something inserted in her twat, something jutting out of her cunt. The thought of taking a photo of her pussy speared by a phony cock made his balls throb and his dick dribble.

He promised himself he would try it some other time as his appetite for her hot meat and delectable juices made him lower his mouth to her steaming gash. His tongue slithered smoothly into her hole, pressed aside the rippled, slick walls. As he wormed his way into her, he was smothered by the smell of her. He wiggled deep into her clinging, velvety depths.

Her body was jerking and jumping against the ropes as he drank the nectar from her glands. Her gut heaved and rolled like a belly dancer's. Her thighs were twitching. Her boobs were quivering and shaking as her chest muscles rippled and convulsed beneath them.

"Fuck me," she moaned as he moved away from her twat. His face was smeared with her juice.

"What?" he asked, pretending he hadn't heard right.

"Fuck me, Max, please," Kim repeated.

"Beg pardon?"

"Fuck me, Max! Oh God, Max! Please, please, fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Ram your cock completely through me if you want! But fuck me! Now!"

Max got to his knees and held his cock against her ravenous cunt. The touch of his dick-head made her flinch and then hold very still. Only a slight quivering betrayed her desperation.

Holding his rigid pecker in his hand in order to steady it, he slowly wiggled it into her burning cunt. A picture of this would be ball-busting! If he bought a timer for the camera then he'd be able to do it. The need for a photo album was growing.

He slid his dick an inch into her and savored her animal moan of ecstasy. He studied his cock protruding from her golden-furred slit. He wished he could stand outside himself and watch her take his meat. But the only way he could do that would be to let another man have her. The thought of that made him feel like he was being ripped in two right up the middle. The idea of her getting fucked by someone else also made his cock throb.

"More, Max," she urged softly.

He held back. "What was it you said you felt like?"

She shuddered. "What?" she asked. "What?"

"A few minutes ago," he explained, feeling her cunt-walls clutching his aching dickhead, the only part of his prick inside her. "A few minutes ago you said something about being my slave, didn't you?"

"I am, mmm," she whispered. "I am your slave."

"You like being my slave?"

"I love it," she answered in a tone that left no doubt in his mind, and made his cock swell in her cunt.

He carefully kept his voice level. "If you're my slave, then I can do anything I want with you, can't I?"

"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, God, yes, Max. Anything you want. Anything."

"You won't forget, will you? You won't forget that you are my slave from now on?"

"I'll never, never forget it," she whimpered. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her pledge, but the sensation of owning her, being able to do with her as he wanted, made him feel ecstatic. He would have to come up with some tangible token of her status, some way of marking her, something to serve as a constant reminder to them of her enslavement.

"Anytime, anywhere, I can tie you up, right, baby?"

"Anytime, anywhere," she moaned. "Oh, God, please! Please fuck me, Max! Fuck me hard and deep!"

"I tell you to strip, you strip. Right?"

"Yes, Max," she agreed. "Anything, just so you'll fuck me. Anything."

Max wiggled his cock in her cunt. "Promise?" he insisted, knowing how much a promise meant to her.

"I promise," she sighed from the depths of her soul. "Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise."

Max leaned forward and drove his cock into her sucking cunt. Her velvet walls stroked his dick, sending torrents of flame roaring along his nerves. The sight of his cock sliding out of sight into her golden-tinged cunt made his throat knot with pleasure. The sensation of having the whole length of his prick in her hot pussy made his balls chum. The pool glutting his groin was enormous.

Leaning forward, resting his hands on the table on either side of her, he drew his cock out slowly and then slid it back into her searing embrace. Her eyes were closed. Her face was shiny with sweat. Patches of cum married her cheeks, forehead and nose. He stroked his cock in and out of her.

He leaned forward until he felt his pubic arch rapping hers on the inward strokes. Every impact sent a shock wave through her body it was testimony of the pounding her cunt was receiving. Meanwhile, his cumming was drawing closer and closer. The stroking her cunt was giving his cock felt unbelievable.

He saw her cumming crest, saw the straining of her tendons and a flush on her creamy flesh. He drove into her pussy harder and faster. He set his cock as deep in her spasming pussy as he could and felt his jizz empty into her in a series of steamy spurts. The flood was like a series of tidal waves. It glutted every nook and cranny of her hungry hole, then streamed out around his still-spurting pecker, seeped from her stuffed hole.

He stayed inside her until, with a wringing, camping sensation, his balls squeezed dry. His dick gave a last tentative squirm and began to fade. He stayed in her for a few minutes, savoring the feel of his cock retreating from her depths.

"Oh, Max," Kim sighed as his limp prick slithered from her slit.

He reached for the camera, and focused, close range, on her pussy. He captured her still-distended cunt-lips. A streamer of his cum, ending in a pearly drop on her golden muff, trickled from her snatch. Her outer lips were flushed and swollen.