Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

But then a rough hand seized a fistful of her long auburn-red hair, and she was yanked backwards.

"Goddamn you!" she gasped, her finger still buried in Greta's cunt, her lips savoring the hot sticky fluids she had sucked out of the blonde fuzzed pussy.

"Your time's up, Greta," said the man who was puffing Emily's hair. "Now it's my turn for a crack at this primo piece of ass. Come on out of the shower, Emily… Greta thinks she's ruined you for men. I'm gonna show her that she's another think coming."

"Greta!" Emily implored, but she realized that she could not count on her new friend as an ally now the man pulled Emily to her feet, dragged her out of the shower and tossed a towel at her.

"Wipe off," he said. "I'm going to get you wet all over again."

She flushed angrily, but she began to swab herself with the towel. She wasn't as self-conscious of her nudity now.

The man was very tall, sandy-haired, good looking in a lazy, almost casual way. His hair was moussed, and he had a stylish semi-shaven face. His heavy-lidded brown eyes ranged up and down Emily's bare body as she continued to towel herself. She glared at him. A sneer was his reply. She started to rub her wet hair with the towel, but he yanked on the handcuff, still attached to her wrist.

"Forget it bitch. I don't care if your hair's wet. C'mon, let's go where we can stretch out a little."

Emily let herself be guided out of the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder, saw that Greta was following, rubbing her own wet body with a towel as she walked. Greta was still smiling. Her eyes sparkled.

"Mmmmm, honey, you're learning fast. But you still have a couple more lessons. I think it's gonna be fun. Mmmm, I know it will be!"

Emily found herself in a large, almost empty room, which she presumed to be the living room of this apartment. She was sure it was an apartment, and not a house and it had a tantalizingly familiar look about it.

But she was sure she'd never been here before. In fact, from the lack of furnishings, she wondered if anyone had ever been here before.

The only furniture in the room was a ratty looking sofa, and Emily was slightly repulsed at the idea of actually sitting upon it. She didn't get the option. The man grabbed the cushions from it, tossed them onto the floor, and pointed at them.

"Sit," he said, and Emily dropped to her ass on the floor. She folded her arms modestly in front of her tits and her crotch, though it was far too late for that sort of modesty, she realized.

The man grinned down at her.

"My, aren't we prim and proper," he said. "I catch you with your tongue three feet up Greta's cunt, and now you want to keep me from sneaking a peek at your stiff-nippled tits, your juicy, pink-lipped cunt? Hands down, Emily! I want to see all of that body. Right now, bitch. On display! Lie down and spread 'em! I need to see pink shining between your legs. If it won't open by itself, then you reach down and split those pussy lips, cunt!"

"Okay," she said glumly, and she spread her legs wide apart, aiming her cunt at the man's eyes.

"I wanna see pink," he said. "All I see now is a fuzzy bun. Open it up. Yeah. Spread it wider. Show me your cunt."

He dropped to his knees at her feet.

"Up, ass!"

He shoved one of the sofa pillows under Emily's ass, propping it upward.

"Now let me see some more," he told her. Gulping, she spread her cunt with both hands, puffing on the flaps until they ached, her face livid with embarrassment. This was even more personally humiliating than the other things that had been happening to her since the abduction.

"Stick your fingers in it," the man commanded. "Two fingers, right in that hole. I wanna find out if it has teeth before I stick my cock inside. Move them in and out. Faster, bitch! Don't you even know how to jerk off your own Goddamn pussy?"

He grabbed her wrist, forced the fingers to slam in and out of her cunt.

"Aaagghhh!" Emily gagged. "It hurts!"

"The fuck it hurts!" The man grinned. "You love it, and you know it. Makes your pussy feel goooood to have those fingers sucking in and out, doesn't it? I can see 'em getting all wet and shiny. Your pussy's working overtime. Take the fingers out. I think it's safe to put mine in."

As she gingerly removed her fingers, he putt one hand an her pussy to spread her cunt lips and he pushed the tip of his middle finger into the exposed hole of Emily's open cunt.

"Oh!" she gasped as he buried his finger inside her and gave it a wicked, suggestive rotation that tickled around and around the interior of her cuntal sheath. His finger was long and rather thick, and he kept turning it in semi circular passes, this way and that, while he stared smugly at her face.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she could feel her pussy getting wet inside, just as it had been doing from die start whenever one of her abductors began to do these awful things to her, and she could sense that her body was in danger of betraying her mind, one more time.

He began to thrust his finger in and out, pushing as deeply as he could go. Emily gasped and strained, her belly lifting and falling as he finger-fucked her.

"No, please!" she protested. "You shouldn't do that! This is all wrong!"

"Feels all right to me," he smirked, taking his finger out of her. He sniffed at it and rubbed it across her lips. She could smell the fragrant pussy juice that coated his flesh, and she knew where he'd gotten it.

When she didn't open her mouth, he just smiled, brought the finger to his own face, and licked at it leeringly. And then he stood up, unbuttoning his dark Hawaiian shirt.

Bare to the waist, showing off a broad, smooth chest golden with tan, he undid the drawstring of his pants and let them glide slowly down his long muscular thighs.

He turned, posing like a body-builder, but he wasn't a Mr. Universe type. His body was lean and lithe, though not skinny, and what he was modeling for her was the swollen lance of his erect cock.

"This is for you, Emily," he said, dropping to his knees between her spread legs.

He leaned forward, covering her body with his own, and she moaned in revulsion as she felt the tip of his cock fumbling at her pussy lips.

"No!" she cried, "please, not that!" They had used and abused her orally and digitally, but this was the first time any of them had attempted to stick a cock up her pussy. She sensed that her ordeal was about to move, into a new plane of degradation, for herself.

He reached down, caught his cock, and guided it to her cunt. She was still itchy and achy from the sucking she had received from Greta in the bathroom, and from the fingering the man had given her a few moments ago. She gasped and struggled as he fought to enter her, as she fought to resist him.

"No, damn you, you're not fucking me!" she blurted, but even as she spoke, she felt the bite of his cock sinking into her hole, and her eyes went enormously large as he rammed her forcefully with all he had.

"Sure feels like I'm fucking you, Emily!" He laughed, pushing deeply into her pussy with his big-knobbed prick. It hit bottom, and she moaned, her feet kicking high into the air.

"Stop ittttt!" she moaned. "Oh, stop ittttt!"

"Relax, baby doll," she heard Greta whisper just behind her head, and then warm, soft hands were all over Emily's shoulders, sliding down onto the trembling curves of her tits.

Emily moaned again as her tits were cupped in the grip of those warm soft hands, as her nipples throbbed into Greta's cuddling palms, as she felt Greta's body heat pressing against her from behind.

"Chaz just acts like a motherfucker," Greta purred. "If you give him half a chance, you'll find that he's a sweet hot fuck, just the kind to make your hot little cunt boil over. Mmmmm, baby, can you feel that knob of his throbbing all the way up your cunt? I bet that prick's all the way in you, isn't it? And the hot friction as he works in and out? Doesn't it make your clit bubble?"