Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

He couldn't believe the way her cunt had become moist. He saw her, hands tied behind her back, tied spread-eagle in the narrow confines the bunk, her cunt watering and ready to I fucked.

He decided the time was right. He was going fuck her.

"Here I come, bitch. Make sure your cunt ready for me. I don't like dry humping."

"Oh, fuck me hard, Harry! I need you so bad."

His cock shot straight into her cunt. It was swallowed up in one gulp. He couldn't believe ht had penetrated all the way to her deeply hidden cervix. Yet, he could feel his cock pressing into the gently padded construction of her womb.

He pulled out immediately. His cock was gleaming with her cunt juice. She was more than ready for him, she was ready and watering. He shoved back in. At first, he thought he might just stroke back and forth until he got off.

Harry changed his mind. That wouldn't be in keeping with the plan he had. He had to make sure that she was so fed up with him and his ways, that she left him for good.

He began to fuck her using short, quick strokes. This sort of fucking was designed to build her passions rapidly. He felt the way her pussy lips clung to his cock. They seemed to obscenely kiss his dick. He tried to ignore the steamy interior of her cunt as he fucked back and forth.

He knew what he wanted. He wanted to set her on fire, then leave her unsatisfied. His cock drove back and forth faster and faster, never penetrating more than a couple inches.

He felt her body quivering and shaking under his. With his breath coming in short pants, he knew how turned on by all this she must be. He could see her reddened tits heaving up and down. Her hair was spread in wild disarray around her head. She was gasping for air, her eyes half-closed.

Summer felt all sorts of things in and on her body. Harry's chest surged back and forth over her aroused nipples. Each time he fucked into her manhole, he rubbed against her boobs. The beating he had given them with the scratchy rope had aroused each and every nerve in the already sensitive cones of titflesh.

She was getting off on just the feel of his body moving against hers. As he crushed down on her marshmallowy tits, she came. Her cunt collapsed around his cock. But he wasn't buried far enough inside her for her convulsing twat to capture and hold his prick.

Coming out of her third orgasm left her momentarily weak. She was especially feeling the way he drove back and forth in her greased sex slot.

She knew he was doing all this because he loved her, he really loved her with all his heart. He just wouldn't admit it.

She gasped as he drove the full eight inches up into her cunt. She felt the room cart wheeling around her. There was a momentary blackout as her body refused to accept so much pleasure.

Harry was drenched in sweat. His body ached from the exertions he was going through. And he couldn't believe it. Summer was actually getting off on the abuse. He wasn't treating her hard enough!

He tried punishing her with his cock. He used it as a battering ram. He smashed in and out of her body with all the power in his superbly muscled body. His hips pistoned forward like a machine. His cock seared and burned as it raced along her twat. Her cunt was afire with the force of his passage.

Still she took it and reveled in it. He fucked harder.

He began a rotary motion. Every inch of her cunt was touched by his cock. Spread wide as she was, it had to be painful. Her cunt was contracted into an impossibly small diameter by the way he had her legs strung out.

Even so, he seemed to be the one who was losing control first. She was groaning with what seemed to be sheer, undiluted enjoyment.

"Take this all the way, bitch!" he cried.

He shoved his cock into her, then he climaxed.

His prick blew apart like a firecracker going off. He had the best orgasm ever. He felt his entire body seized in the iron grip. His chest felt like it had iron bands wrapped around it. He gasped for breath. His cock was a flame leaping and spitting sparks into her cunt. He was completely wrapped up in his come.

Summer took it all. When she felt his jism hotly caress her cuntal walls, she came. All the sexual tension he had worked so carefully to build was released. It was an orgasm to match Harry's. She soared through the universe of sex until it didn't seem possible that she would ever return. But return she did.

She found her legs still painfully stretched out and Harry straddling her waist, his cock drooping down limply.

"Lick it off," he commanded.

She looked up, neck muscles straining. As soon as her agile tongue looped around his limp cock, he moved back a little bit so that it was just out of her reach. "Try it again, slut, and do better this time!"

She worked her body forward until she could just take the tip of his cock into her mouth. She started sucking him dry of all his precious seed. She didn't want to waste a single drop of that tasty cum.

"Umm, that's better," he said. He didn't realize that he was starting to appreciate her sexual virtuosity.

Pleased, Summer began sucking even harder on the knobby end of Harry's prong. She pulled it into her mouth, a little bit at a time until it was possible for her to use her tongue on the underside of his cock.

Then, she began to wash all the come and cunt juice off. She licked and lapped and made sure that he was properly attended to. She loved the taste of his semen. And the taste of her own cunt juice mixed with it was better than any wine for her.

Harry moved back a little more, realizing what he was doing. "Keep sucking," he ordered. "And do it right!"

She struggled to take his cock into her mouth again. Her neck muscles hurt. It was such a struggle to keep her back from getting cramped. Why was he doing this to her? She couldn't understand.

Summer managed to get her tongue tinder the edge of his cock again. This time, she managed to trap the cock and held it firmly between her ruby red lips. He sighed a little when he felt the suction on the tip of his pecker. It was good getting sucked off. And it was even better watching how she had to strain to do it.

Her legs were still painfully wide-spread exposing her totally. Her hands were bound behind her. She had to lay on top of them. The circulation had to be cut off by now. And it was no easy task straining to take his cock into her mouth from that position, not when he made a point of backing up just enough to keep her in the most painfully awkward position possible.

"How do you like it? Having to suck my limp cock?"

"Fine, just fine," she gasped out. Her throat was constrained and the words didn't come easily.

Harry wondered if she really meant what she said. He'd raped her while she was tied up. He was humiliating her, making her strain and struggle to do his bidding. How could she possibly get off on that?

Even worse, he'd fucked her up the ass making sure he did it as hard and savagely as he could. If half of what she'd told him was true, that should have turned her devotion to utter revulsion. She should have taken out running and never been seen by him again.

Yet she kept begging for more.

He didn't understand this chick. Not at all. If he couldn't abuse her enough this way, there had to be something that would turn her off completely. His brain raced in high gear to come up with something.

As he hit the words "high gear" he knew he had it. The perfect, total, absolute degrading experience.

"You said you wanted to learn to drive a rig. Okay. You earned your privilege. I'll let you do some of the shifting."

Her eyes glowed. He really did love her! He was going to let her drive the truck! She knew that this was just a whim of his, this odd power trip where he had to dominate her. She felt her cunt getting all watery just thinking about what she'd been through. In an odd way she couldn't understand, she'd loved every degrading minute of the abuse.