Duncan Fox: Spread wide and tied

Lois began writhing as Grant toyed with her tits. It was impossible to tell whether it was from pain or from lust. Her eyes glittered as he pinched and tortured her pink nipples. He twisted and tugged first one, then the other.

His other hand held a short thonged cat-o-nine-tails. Clara wondered where on earth it had come from.

Wil was getting more and more turned on. He had the mouthpiece of the water pipe clamped between his teeth so both his hands were free to work on Clara's aching tits. When he yanked upwards on her bra, she moaned. Her breasts were crushed and mangled as he dragged the bra over them, bunched it with her dress.

Then, amazingly, he wrestled her completely out of her dress and bra. Clara was shocked and incredibly aroused by his unexpected display. She turned half toward him. He grabbed her hands, pulled them, dragged her back against him again.

There was a meaty smut. Clara winced. Grant had swung the whip against Lois' tight gut. She flinched, rocked reflexively away from the blow. Still tormenting her tits, Grant brought the whip around and smacked the small of her back.

"Open my fly," Wil ordered Clara softly.

Fumbling awkwardly, she found his zipper, and managed to loosen it and drag it down. His cock tented up his underpants and jutted into her hands. Frantically, she freed it and got her fingers around it.

She was bare to her waist. She was wearing only panties, garter belt and stockings. She saw Grant glance at her, but did nothing to shield her thinly-covered pussy from him. Wil was fingering her tits, fondling them, pinching and rolling them, sending hot waves of lust through her.

Lois' torso was pinking up from the slow beating she was getting. The blows were obviously just hard enough to sting without really huffing. But the hauling and twisting at her hair as she writhed in reaction to the beating had to be agony. Her total helplessness really appealed to Clara. The idea of being so totally at the mercy of a man made her pussy spasm. She wished Wil had had the sense to tie her hands, instead of leaving them free, so she had to pretend she was helpless in his grasp. He could have used her bra.

Out of the corner of his eye, Grant was keeping track of Wil and Clara. Wil was showing up better than he had expected, but clearly wasn't aware of what he had in his hands. Clara was ripe for the picking if Wil handled it right.

Oh, sure, Wil and Clara had fucked a few times. But Clara was one of those slits that need to be dominated. Which was the reason for this scene with Lois. It had been set up on purpose, not that they didn't frequently enjoy this type of action without any excuse at all.

And he sure was enjoying it. He studied Lois lovingly as she hung there with her hands tied behind her head. Her tits quivered with every stinging stroke of the whip against her gut. She was getting incredibly turned on, more from her helplessness than from the pain.

Grant wondered how Lois would take it if he left her hanging there and went over to Clara. Clara was squirming on the floor in just panties and garter belt and stockings. Christ! What a body she had! Just the right amount of padding to take her soft and desirable.

"What do you think, Baby?" Grant asked Lois. "Is she ripe for it?"

"Forget her, Grant," Lois moaned. "Do me."

Grant pinched one of her tits and watched her eyes haze over with pain and ecstasy. "Is she ripe for it?"

"Yes, Grant," Lois moaned. "But let Wil do her. If you leave me now I don't know what I'll do."

"No sweat, Baby," Grant assured her. "Unless, of course, you get me really pissed."

"I won't, Grant. I promise I won't!"

The devotion and need in her eyes confirmed her statement.

He stroked her taut, drawn body, lifted and pressed her fantastic tits. His cock was as hard as iron. Its chance would came, soon. Very soon.

Giving Lois' pinked gut one last slap with the whip, Grant strolled over to where the rope was fastened to the wail. Undoing it, he cased the tension off a little, so Lois could get her feet flat on the floor. Then he refastened it and went back to her.

"Bend your knees, Baby," he ordered.

"No, Grant, please," Lois pleaded.

"Bend your knees," he repeated. "Or I'll kick your feet out from under you. You know how much that hurts."

"Yes, Grant," she moaned. She bent her knees, slowly, until her hair was drawn tight again.

Grant went and eased the tension on the rope, slowly lowered Lois until her knees were almost touching the floor. But not quite. She was suspended by her hair. Her knees were an inch from the floor. Then he went back to her, and pushed her around sideways so that he could see Wil and Clara and they could see what Lois was doing.

"Open my fly, Baby, and get my dick out," he ordered.

She tugged at her hands, which were still bound behind her neck by her hair.

"Use your mouth," Grant said, grinning down at her.

Lois groaned, and made a thrust at his pants. She swung from the rope and braced her toes against the floor for traction. Her breasts heaved, and a big drop of sweat traced a twisting path down between the big mounds. She managed to close her teeth on the tongue of his belt and shove it free. Grant braced himself as she fought to pt the buckle loose. Finally, she succeeded.

She got the hook at the waist of his pants by twisting her head sideways against the tension in her hair, clamping her jaw on his trousers, and jerking hard.

Then it was just a matter of tonguing up the tab of his zipper and dragging it painfully downwards. His pants loosened. Grant let them drop and gazed down at the jutting lump in his underpants. Lois got a grip on them with her teeth, and hauled them down, lower and lower. His bush sprang into view, then the tip of his dick, which was tilted up against his gut. She squirmed and writhed. The chain fastened to her hair groaned. His pecker tilted out and down, toward her face. She pulled his pants lower, and lower, and lower.

With a final moan of agony and satisfaction, she sagged back and drew her feet under her to take the strain off her hair. Her face was slick with sweat.

"Suck it, Baby," Grant ordered, waving his drooling dick in her face.

With a sigh of pleasure, she complied. Her mouth gaped open as she sought his swaying tool. Her tongue touched his pecker, guided it into her gaping maw. She caressed his dong with her lips and tongue. He felt her teeth gently, very gently, scrape the flesh of his dork. She knew how to do it. Most women were hopeless at sucking cock. Lois knew how he liked it. And she could do it with both hands tied behind her!

She leaned forward, took his dick to the back of her throat. She changed from her squatting position and hung from her hair again, and used the pendulum of hair and chain to swing gently. She slid his dick along her tongue. The stroking caused a hot sizzling in his nuts and knotting in his prostate.

Tearing his eyes off the sight of his dick spearing her mouth, Grant looked over at Clara and Wil. Wil was fondling Clara's naked tits with one hand. His other was buried inside her panties. She was writhing against him. Her hands were behind her back. Grant wondered if Wil had actually tied her.

No. Not Wil. Not yet. She was pretending to be tied, though. Jeez! When would Wil get the message?

As Grant watched, Clara spread her thighs. Grant imagined how her hot twat would feel around his finger. Wil was doing that much, at least.

Lois' tongue swirled around his dork, and Grant's attention came back to her. Her breasts heaved as she sucked his dick. Too bad he hadn't thought to get her naked. But then, there was pleasure in being naked himself, while she was just topless.

Her eyes closed, her face beaded with sweat, Lois sucked on his dick. His nuts began to boil. Her face was a mask of lust as she drew on his meat. He wondered if she was going to cum just from the pain and the humiliation.