Don Scott - The hottest wife

"Steve, please untie my hands."

"I could never handle you," he said, sitting next to me and caressing both nipples. "Maybe this way I'll have an even chance."

"An even chance of what? Damn it, honey, I want to fuck you! Just untie my hands, please!" I begged while he tugged my nipples.

Steve got off the bed and went to his closet. He pulled a couple ties off a rack and came back to the bed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"I think you like being dominated," he said glancing up and down my body. "I think you like being tied up and fucked. What's the matter, isn't your husband man enough for you?"

"Why don't you just shut up and fuck me like any normal man would do?" I got to a sitting position and watched as Steve took off his robe and shorts. His prick pointed straight at me, almost as if it were seeking some hole to fuck. The thought of it sent a warm tingle through my body.

Steve took one of the ties and looped it around my ankle, then tied it to the bed post. I made a playful attempt at stopping him, but really had no intention of refusing Steve anything, particularly my body.

"You're crazy," I said, forcing down a smile.

"You should be locked up in a prison somewhere."

Steve took my other ankle and tied it to the bed post, leaving me completely helpless with my hands cinched under me and my legs splayed out. Sitting on the bed between my thighs, Steve used both hands to spread my puffy cuntlips, then bent forward and lashed at my exposed clit with his hot, wet tongue.

"Mmmmm! That's nice," I murmured, closing my eyes to concentrate just on his tongue as it worked expertly on my most sensitive organ.

Steve got a finger good and moist with my juices, then slithered it up my cunthole while his tongue continued to tantalize my pink slit. The strange combination of having a finger moving in and out while a tongue worked on my clit was unusually sensual for me. I hunched my hips up, forcing my twat harder against Steve's hungry mouth. Pulling against the ties I found that Steve had indeed fastened me to the bed tightly. I wouldn't be able to leave until he released me and that, like his tongue and plunging finger, turned me on incredibly.

"Eat me, baby," I whispered, looking down at Steve.

My undulating hips moved rapidly as the heat in my loins grew hotter. I arched my back, driving my seething cunt against Steve's face as his tongue buried in my pussylips. Then, just as my orgasm seemed to be seconds away, Steve sat up and pulled his finger from my cunthole.

"Oh no! You can't stop now! I'm almost there, Stevie! I'm going to cum soon!"

He looked at me, smirking with the knowledge that he was in complete control. His cock wagged deliciously at his waist, sprouting from the thick bush of curly hair.

"Do you want my cock, baby? Huh? Tell me you want my prick."

"Please give it to me! I want it! I want you so badly!" I threw my head from side to side, causing my long blonde hair to whirl around, partially hiding my tits.

Steve moved up on the bed, planting a few light kisses on my stomach along the way, until he was sort of sitting on my tits, his cock just inches from my wet, desperate lips.

"Don't tease me, let me suck your cock!" I screamed frantically, wanting to taste his hard cock as it plowed down my throat.

"Nope," Steve said simply. "First you've got to lick my balls to show me how much you love me."

Steve moved higher up my body until his balls hung over my mouth and his long, twitching cock arched out over my face. As he lowered himself on my open mouth, his hot prick touched my forehead. I licked the tight, wrinkled skin of his balls, smelling his freshly soaped crotch.

My tongue worked in circles against Steve's nuts, frisking over the hairy flesh. Opening my eyes, I saw the look of sheer pleasure on my lover's face and attacked his rocks with my tongue more urgently than before Steve reached down and took strands of my hair in each hand, fondling the silky locks while I tongued his nuts.

"Okay, baby," Steve said, sliding down my body a little. "Use that hot tongue on my cock."

I tried to capture his cockhead between my lips but Steve kept moving it just out of my reach. I acted like the worst nymphomaniac in the world, mouth open, tongue searching for cockflesh. What would Jeff think if he saw me now? I didn't want to think about it – I only wanted Steve's prick wedged in my mouth.

It suddenly occurred to me that being tied and completely vulnerable – totally helpless – was turning me on. It was new and exciting, which were the two things sadly lacking in my sex life with Jeff.

Steve finally tired of the cat and mouse game and plugged his cock between my lips. His burgeoning prick pressed against the roof of my mouth, making it difficult for me to suck on because of the position Steve and I were in.

"I know a better way," Steve said, getting off my body. "We can sixty-nine each other!"

With his knees on both sides of my head, his cock was lowered down to me once again, this time the hard-on angling toward my throat. I opened my lips wide for his drooling tip, a low, cat-like purr coming from my throat as his jism smeared off on my tongue.

Steve curled his arms around my thighs and, from behind, spread my cuntlips to make way for his hungry mouth. His little tongue jabbed between my swollen pussy lips, causing my clit to ooze more clear, delicious oil.

As Steve propelled his hips down, his fat knob slithered over my tongue until his cock was resting at the opening of my throat. I gnawed on the hard flesh, feasting on its manliness. As he withdrew his cock from my mouth, my lips puckered out, holding on tightly. I didn't want it ever to leave my mouth. Not ever. I couldn't imagine anything being as good for me as his cock. In my lewd state of mind I dreamed of living on Steve's cock, getting all my food and nourishment from it.

"Nnnuuummm!" I groaned as his prick moved deeper in my clenching mouth. I watched his big balls descending and wanted to feel them resting on my face, but then he stopped, his crown having reached my throat.

I arched my back, pushing my pussy at Steve. He gladly accepted my offering, attacking my tender, seething pussy with renewed energy. Chewing on the prick's slick shaft, I rubbed my tongue along the smooth underside, hoping to taste his spitting cum. Then, before I was ready for it, Steve slammed his hips down further, forcefully stabbing his cock down my throat. I had never deep throated anyone before and I thought I would die. I was forced to keep from gagging, though I desperately wanted to. I fought at the ropes around my wrists and ankles, but there was no give in the bindings. I tried to turn my head to one side to uncork Steve's choking prick from my throat, but that, too, was impossible. Finally, with no ether choice available, I concentrated on relaxing the muscles in my throat.

Steve lashed out, tonguing my pink pussy urgently as he pulled his cock from my throat. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with air as pools of spit formed at the corners of my mouth. Then he was pressing down again, his plundering cock sliding between my lips and down my throat. I relaxed and, surprisingly, his mushroomed cockhead wedged easily in my throat. His balls, hot and heavy with cum, rested over my nose and eyes. My nipples tingled delightfully, mashed flat against Steve's firm body.

I had done it. I deep-throated Steve without the slightest bit of discomfort for me. His cock jabbed down my throat a few more times and then I began to love the feel of his big knob tucked neatly in my throat. From the way Steve was groaning and thrashing his hips, he was enjoying my blowjob as much as I enjoyed doing it.

"Enough!" Steve gasped, taking his face from my crotch. "Let's fuck!"

I sighed sadly when he took his prick from my mouth. It had given me so much pleasure, and a new-found sense of achievement and confidence, that I wanted him to turn in my mouth. I wondered if his spunk would taste anything like my husband's cum.