Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

"Suck it," Greta purred, her fingers tickling along the hard prick, stimulating it, stimulating, too, the tingly lips of Emily's mouth.

Emily looked across the swollen cock at her female friend's flushed, excited face, and she knew that her own eyes were glittering sparkling just like Greta's.

"Suck that cock." Greta repeated. "I wanna see you eat it all!"

Emily gulped, taking hold of the base of Chaz's cock. She looked up at him. He was nodding gravely. Greta's hands were on Emily's head, stroking, caressing. The blowsy blonde leaned closer, her lips moving lightly up and down the other side of the cock Emily held.

Emily watched in fascination as Greta's red lips parted, the tongue showing all wet and excited, and then the end of the cock moved slowly, shallowly, into Greta's mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she worked the cock in and out, and she sucked, she licked, she nursed it with her lips and worshiped it with her tongue.

"Oh, give it to me!" Emily gasped, and she pulled Chaz's cock out of Greta's mouth, covering the end of the cock with her own hot wet mouth. She gulped as he thrust deeply into her mouth.

Her finger was still inside her pussy, and the lips were snapping like a turtle at the probing digit, erotic contractions flowing up and down the throbbing tube of Emily's cunt, the oozing juices almost squirting from her cunt as she fucked her finger in and out.

She sucked ravenously at the cock that filled her mouth. The hunger that almost consumed her body was a source of awe to Emily. She was doing things she had never thought she would willingly do, and she was loving them all.

His cock shoved deeper and deeper into her mouth, and she sucked like a wolf, eating all he could give her and begging him with her lips, her tongue, her gulping throat, to give her more.

She used only her mouth, controlling his penetration, adoring his cock. She worked her face up and down the swollen bulk of her captor's prick. Her fingers were busy in her own cunt, both hands down there now, one of them spreading her pussy wide open while she stabbed the fingers of her other hand in and out of her dripping, gulping cunt.

Her pussy was alive with excitement, her clit as big as a peach. She fucked furiously at the throbbing clit, and her fingers poked in and out with a burning, driving energy. As she sucked at the cock, fucking herself madly, she felt a strange presence in her pussy and she knew that Greta's fingers were inside her too.

"Yes!" she moaned around the cock that filled her mouth. "Oh, do it to me!"

Greta began to kiss Emily's face, her lips moving down to attack whatever portion of Chaz's cock was not deeply thrust into Emily's mouth.

"I need a taste," she husked, and Emily penned in frustration. "Please! Just a sip for me?"

Emily let go, and Greta sucked down on the cock, gulping it, inhaling it majestically. She swallowed all the way to the balls, and she held it for what seemed an eternity, her cheeks hollowed in, her eyes shut in an almost religious intensity of expression, and Emily moaned in deprivation.

"Give it back, you cunt!" she said, pushing Greta's head upward, thrusting her own face down onto Chaz's cock.

This time she was sucking for keeps. She knew he was going to come in her mouth. She could taste the orgasmic fever burning in his prick flesh, and she could taste the jism already leaking out of his overfilled prick. It lay oozily on her tongue, thick and tart and tangy, and she savored the flavor of him as she redoubled her siphoning suction on the throbbing barrel of the man's cock.

"Suck him, baby!" Greta encouraged. "Oh, it looks soooo good, I bet he's gonna fill you with this hot jism! Mmmmm, I wish I was getting it instead of you, but you need it more than I do, baby, so suck hard, yeah, mmmm, baby, get it all!"

And as she spoke, Greta was fucking the hell out of Emily's cunt.

Emily put all her effort into sucking Chaz off. She absorbed the heat, the flowing power, of his rigid, throat-fucking cock. She could no longer remember exactly what he looked like, but she would never forget the taste of his cock in her mouth.

Greta began to kiss Emily's face again, her finger jabbing pointedly into Emily's cunt, her thumb rubbing deliciously at Emily's clit. Emily felt herself chilling and heating, back and forth, until she felt as if she were going to pass out.

"Here it comes, baby," Chaz said throatily, straining the words out of his mouth as if each one hurt to speak.

He put his hands on Emily's bead and fucked his cock in and out of her sucking, hungry mouth, and she let him have his way. Her tongue whipped his cock as it moved, and she made gurgling, horny sounds of encouragement, the vibrations of her mouth adding fresh stimulation to the wet oral heat in which the cock was already swamped.

"Aaaahhhhh!" Emily gasped as her mouth began to fill with cum.

At almost the same moment, Greta's fingers hit the point of no return inside Emily's cunt. Her clit seemed to scream in unison with Emily's moaning wail, and Emily's body caught fire.

She was too preoccupied with her own climax, suddenly, even to think about the cock that was squirting her full of jizz, and the sticky creamy liquid oozed out of her mouth, flowed back down the shaft of Chaz cock even as he thrust back into Emily and gave her yet another blistering squirt across her flapping tongue. She gulped, but she was slobbering out as much as she was swallowing.

Greta took hold of the cock and jerked the last few spurts into Emily's mouth, while the captive simply moaned and trembled and climaxed, again and again. Cum ran down Emily's chin, spilling from her mouth. Greta giggled and licked it away, then stuffed the cum splattered prick into her own mouth and sucked until it was clean, from cock-head to balls.

"Oh, God!" Emily moaned, lying back, clutching at her trembling tits. "That was the most incredible, beautiful thing that has ever happened to me in my whole fucking life!"

"It was beautiful as shit," a gruff voice said, "but I can promise you that what's gonna happen to you next will scorch your pussy, Emily."

The woman sat up at the sound. It was Duke. She'd almost forgotten about him, but here he stood, his pants unzipped and his fat brutal cock sticking out of the fly, and Emily knew that he must have something absolutely terrible in store for her.

"Please," she said, chilling under the frank, lustful stare of his dark eyes, "oh, please, don't hurt me!"

"Nobody's hurt you yet, have they?" Duke said, smiling crookedly. He stood there, with his huge prick jutting from the fly of his pants. Greta crawled to him on her knees, tongue swirling along the full red curve of her lips as she drew nearer and nearer to the meat of his cock.

She put one hand around his ankle and reached for his prick with the other, but he slapped her fingers and she drew back.

"No," he said, "I want Emily. Come here, you cunt, and get this cock. It's big and hard just for you."

Emily shivered. Of them all, he was the one she feared. He'd been the one who invaded her bedroom, stuck a needle in her ass, ravished her on the bed in the other room, ravished her with his hands, his mouth, his cock. He'd started her on this incredible slide into depravity. If there was one of these kidnapers she should hate and fear, it was Duke.

But she wasn't quite the same Emily who had been dragged from her bedroom. She had learned things about herself that were amazing, exciting, and a little scary, too. She willed the scariness to go away and she looked up at Duke, as boldly as she dared.

"Fuck you!" she said. "I'm tired… I don't want to do anything to your stupid prick. Let Greta have it. She's a fool for cock. I bet she's just dying to feel your cum squirting down her throat."