John Friday - Tormented widow in bondage

And then she would ignore him, pretend not to even notice his hot glaring eyes. What exquisite and fitting torment that would be. She would swell the old bastard's cock aching hard and leave him to suffer, simmering in his own fuck juices.

What greater pleasure could there be for one so in love with her own sex? And there would be her sister Vicki's eager tongue to satisfy her after tormenting lecherous Benton Stanhope to the root of his depraved cock. It might be an enjoyable evening after all!

Regina looked simply stunning when she stepped from the private elevator into the elegant living room of Benton Stanhope's luxurious penthouse suite. He smiled and studied her, hardly able to believe his eyes.

The dress she had selected was filmy chiffon, whisper soft and a pale-blue color that perfectly matched her luminous eyes. It was an off-the-shoulder style cut low with a plunging V front to proudly display the abundance of her sun-bronzed cleavage.

With that she wore a long, slender straight stole of silvery blue fox. It was draped low across her back then forward through the crooks of her arms. Her long blonde hair had been brushed forward over her right shoulder. It sheened in the soft light like a cascading torrent of spun gold.

Benton sucked in a sharp gasp of delighted surprise. "Regina, I've never seen you so entrancing!”

She dismissed the remark with only the slightest flicker of a smile. The effect was exactly as she had calculated. His mouth was still gaping.

"Where are the others?" she asked without seeming to notice him at all.

"Oh, er… they're waiting in the other room." She looked like no virgin he'd ever seen. His cock was already twanging under his tightly belted silky lounging robe.

"Shall we join them?” "Er, no… not yet. Let me look at you. Let me feast my eyes!”

Regina remained aloof. "Save your breath. I have no interest at all in old men.”

Stanhope managed to maintain an air of civility. "The difference in age does nothing to dull your splendor.”

She turned her back on him without reply, feigning interest in an abstract impressionist painting on the wall. He stood so close behind her that Regina could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck.

"Interesting, isn't it?” "Ridiculous would be a better word. It looks like a rag someone used to clean paint brushes." She turned with a toss of her head and walked grandly into another part of the room.

Benson was thinking, you snide little bitch! What happened to that shy, sweet girl? She was putting on airs worse than her mother, the socially ambitious slut.

Regina paused to glance at a free-form metal sculpture near the window, another expensive abstract original. After a moment she shrugged her bare shoulders. "Your taste in art is appalling.”

He followed her, fuming. Stanhope didn't know what her game was, but the girl was playing right into his hands. He would have felt some slight tremors of guilt ravaging an innocent girl no matter how beautiful, but playing the regal bitch would make her planned torment pure pleasure.

"We should try to get along," he said. "Your mother and I are getting married next month.” "So I've heard," she answered dully. "Her taste in men is disgusting.”

That did it! Stanhope grabbed her arm from behind and whirled her to face him.

"What's with you?" he snarled. "I tried to be nice, but-”

Cool and serene, she said, "Let go of me, Benton. I know what you want, and you aren't going to get it. My sister might find your attention enthralling, but to me you're nothing but a dirty old man. And I mean a dirty old man!” "I'm not too old to take good care of an imperious bitch like you, young lady." He pushed her toward the closed bedroom door.

"Stop it or I'll scream! Mother won't marry you if you dare lay a hand on me, and I know how desperate you are to gain control of Wallford Electronics.” "Scream your head off," he said with a hearty laugh. "I've already gained control of your mother. She's going to sit and watch me pop your cherry!” "Nnnooo!" the blonde cried. "I hate men! I never want one to touch me! My father was mean and cruel, and you're even worse!”

Stanhope held the hysterical blonde and pushed open the bedroom door. Regina saw her mother, naked except for the mink coat that had slipped half off her back. She sat bound in a throne-like chair, unable to move except to toss her head.

That she did wildly because Vicki was on her knees and eating her mother's cunt. Her fiery long mane swirled as her head bobbed lewdly in Rita's lap. The woman gasped cries of tormented delight. She thought sex between family members was unthinkably obscene, but her daughter was an expert cunt sucker, and watching Benton fuck Vicki had heated her cunt to a roiling boil.

Vicki looked up with a guilty little grin when Stanhope and her sister burst into the room. She was stark naked, her curved lips glossed with gleaming fuck honey fresh from her mother's cunt.

"I got tired of waiting for dinner," she told Benton.

Reggie gasped, "Mother! Vicki! Oooh, my God! This is too much!” "Yours isn't the only pussy I like to eat," Vicki said with a smirk. "Mom's has a much stronger taste!" She licked her lips like a cat sweeping away canary feathers. "Yours will too after it's been heated by a hot prick.”

Reggie began to struggle with new and desperate strength. Benton could hardly hold her. Vicki leaped up naked, her pussyhair still damp and sheening with cum. She grabbed the trailing ends of the silvery blue fox stole draped over her sister's arms and yanked them behind her. The fluffy fur tightened around Reggie like a rope, wrenching her arms behind her back.

Reggie cried, "Aaagggh!”

Vicki pulled the long ends of the silvery stole and tied them in a knot, binding the blonde’s elbows together behind her back.

“Be glad it’s not a hemp rope or a steel chain,” Vicki said. “Those cut and scrape tender skin like yours.”

Reggie cried, "Vicki, don't do this to me!" Glittering tears filled her wide blue eyes. She could see the welts left by a whip on her mother's lusty figure. And red marks of restraint circled her sister's tits and pussy.

Benton looked smugly at the weeping blonde. "You're mine now. I was going to save your cherry for my wedding night, but I know I don't want to wait!" His right hand hooked like a claw and ripped open the plunging V front of her filmy dress.

Her ripe young tits heaved in a flesh-colored bra. As the torn dress slid down her back, Vicki reached up and unfastened the clasp. Reggie moaned in a futile protest. The strapless bra fell away, The blonde's big tits swelled and shivered. Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped on her creamy soft tits. Those were stark white with ruddy pink tips, not bronze tanned like the rest of her figure. They stood out like chrome bumper bullets on an old-fashioned luxury car.

"Your body is even more ripe and tempting than your mother's," Stanhope said. "And to think it has never been touched by a man!”

He cupped his hands on her creamy tits and began to knead them fondly. Reggie twisted and squirmed, trying to wiggle away from his lecherous hands. Vicki grabbed her sister's long blonde hair and yanked on it like the reins of an unruly horse.

Benton narrowed the grasp of his fingers to concentrate on Reggie's nipples, twirling and teasing them hard despite the girl's bitter sobs. Vicki held her sister's hair with one hand and, with the other, working the ruined dress farther down.

It slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving Reggie in only her panties, garter belt, long stockings and high-heeled shoes. She tried to kick Stanhope in the balls, but the filmy dress bound her ankles in a tangle of cloth.

Stanhope dipped a hand into her flesh-colored bikini panties and pulled them down. He cupped her pussy dome and teased his fingers through its blonde wedge of curls.