Brad Boyer: Chains for Linda

"I love your dick." Her hand slid over the tool. "And your balls."

"You're sure I didn't hurt you?"

"No. Really you didn't. Mostly it was just that I didn't know what to expect."

"Yeah. Neither did I!" He took a drag.

"I thought it would be like before, just making love, only a little different position." Linda lay back, one hand carelessly laid on his thigh, close to the crotch.

"So did I. But it sure worked out different." He smiled at her. "Different and great!" He touched a breast.

Linda looked at him for a moment. "You know, you seemed different, too. When you were doing it."

"Uh? Different how?"

"Well, it's hard to say, exactly. Sort of, not stronger, but more… I don't know, more aggressive, somehow. Sort of like you were taking over."

"Taking over?" He sounded puzzled and let the smoke trickle, from his nose for a moment.

"That's not quite it. I don't know how to put it." She wrapped an arm around his waist and laid her head against his hip. "Do you still love me?"

"Sure. Wow, love you a lot, honey. Really." He bent and kissed her lightly.

"You uh, well, you won't tell anybody about this, will you?"

"Oh, hey, no. Of course not. It was just that guy at work talking about it the other day that got me to thinking about it. No, I don't talk about what happens with us. That's personal. I mean, the guys know I've got a girlfriend and all, and I suppose they figure we're making it and all like that, but I don't ever tell them anything."

"That's good. I don't mind doing it, but it is, well, kind of unusual, and I wouldn't like to get a reputation or anything bad like that."

"Don't worry, you won't." He smiled and nuzzled his face between her breasts.

"Hey, careful. You're getting ashes all over me." She pushed him away playfully.

"Oh, sorry." He blew at the few stray grey flakes, whisking them from her tit.

"Would you tie me up, then you try to set fire to me. Wow. Some husband you're going to make." She sat up.

"I'm a first class hunk of husband material." He kissed a nipple briefly. "Steady, sober, reliable, and great in bed."

"Well, the last part's true, anyway." She started to get up.

"Hey, where go, babe?"

"Bafroom," she baby-talked.

"Okie-dokie," he replied in the same patter.

Linda took two steps to cross the small bedroom. The bathroom was even smaller than the kitchen, just a shower, toilet and little sink all jammed together.

She cleaned up quickly, paying attention to the smear of sex-juices on the inside of her thighs, then went back to the bedroom. It was empty.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Out here," Tony called. "I wanted a beer. How about you?"

"No, thanks. But I could use as bite of something." She went nude into the living room. Tony's nude form decorated the kitchen area nicely. She walked up to him, gave him a kiss and reached for the refrigerator door.

Tony popped the top of his beer can and stood firmly between Linda and the refrigerator. "You're going to get fat on me, aren't you? Like all the other broads. Keep that great figure just long enough to lead some poor bastard to the altar, then wham, it's eat, eat, eat all day."

"Women do that because their husbands can't give them what they really want." She pushed him aside.

"Oh, and what is that?"

"You know damn well." She opened the door. "You sure don't have much besides beer."

"I eat out a lot."

Linda found a remnant of chicken leg – she'd fixed it for him a couple of days before. "I guess this'll do." She shut the door and started to gnaw.

Tony swigged some beer, looking at her. A trickle of beer spilled over his chin and down his chest. "Shit." He looked around for a towel.

"Here. Let me." Linda crouched and licked up the trickle with her tongue, leaving a wide, moist streak from his stomach up to his collarbone. She kissed the drops from his chin, then gave him a soft, messy kiss.

"Nice. You're real handy to have around." His arm circled her waist and he pulled her close for a longer kiss.

Linda rubbed her tits on his chest. She knew he was good for another fuck that night. And she wanted one. She tasted his beer on his lips and licked at than, tongue all soft and damp.

"DO you really love me?" Her tongue kept sliding on his mouth. She pressed her bare pussy to his thigh.

"I sure as hell do." He pushed his crotch out, touching the dick to her side.

Linda slid her snatch on his leg, spreading her thighs so they almost wrapped around his. Her finger covered his dick, massaging the limp flesh slowly.

"What are you frying to do, get me turned on?" He sipped some beer.

"Damn right." She took the can and swallowed a large mouthful. "I want cock. Big and hard."

She pulled his prick briskly.

Tony took back the can and leaned against the wall, legs spread. "Well, you know how to get it." He drank some beer slowly.

"I sure do." Linda fell to her knees, mouth ready to surround the tool. She slurped it all in quickly, burrowing with her nose into the crotch hairs. The dense smell of a strong, active male filled her nostrils and her tongue lapped at his prick rapidly. The flesh at his hips and butt was pale and her hands caressed it slowly, the skin smooth and soft to her touch, the flesh beneath it firm. She touched his balls with one hand mid felt a pang of desire spin from her clit. Desire started to crowd her pussy and she pressed her face to the man's crotch, swallowing his slowly swelling meat.

"You're getting good at that, honey." He caressed her head with one hand and drank beer with the other.

One hand stayed with his balls. The other crept up over his lean belly and touched onto his chest. The feel of his strong muscles started the cream oozing in her cunt.

Linda sucked faster, wanting the dick to get all the way hard, hard enough to fuck. Hard enough to make her come. Come and come and come.

Her pussy was dripping now and she tugged lightly on Tony's nuts. The shaft was hard to her lips, a real firmness pulsing through it. "Ohhhhh." She forced it into her throat.

"I love it when you do that." Tony pressed his dick into her, one hand at the back of her head to hold it steady as he began to make slow fuckstrokes.

Linda nut one hand to her snatch, touching her clit to start the desires flowing briskly. His hips kept pushing more of the hard meat into her mouth.

"You know," Tony said, "I'd like to try that bondage bit again. See if I can get you to come."

"Mmmmmmm." Cunt fluid began to flow.

"How about it? I'll fuck you just like usual, if you want. But that was so neat before I'd like to try it again."

"Ohhhh, yeah." She kept twisting her mouth around the long prick. "Anything for you."

"Great." He put both hands to the sides of her head.

"I want you, Tony. My body wants you. Wants your prick." She pressed her naked torso to his, mashing the tits on his chest.

His kiss was instantly passionate, both arms grabbing her, one hand right on the ass to haul her to his stiff tool. The tongue dug into her mouth.

Her tits ached beautifully, a throb of need in each pink nipple. She stood on tip-toe to feel the dick with her pussy.

"Ohhhmmm, Tony." She melted to him, lust gripping them as they kissed, hugging tightly.

"Oh, Jesus!" His voice quivered with desire.

"I'm yours, Tony. Every bit of me. Take me. Take me. Oh!"

"Yeah!" He almost growled, lust throbbing from his balls. "Let's get into the bedroom. Now." He took her hand and almost pulled her from the kitchen.

"How do you want me? Like before, with my hands on my feet?" She sat on the bed, looking right at his cock, wanting to feel it crash into her box.

"No. I thought maybe if you just lie down flat. On your back. That way, maybe I can fuck you better. I want to make you come."