Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

She crossed her arms smugly, looking up at the broken-nosed Duke with a smirk of defiance.

He didn't answer. He took a step toward her, and she drew back defensively, but he already knew what he was going to do and she was simply trying to second-guess him. She never suspected that he was going to grab her long, auburn-dark hair, and pull as if he meant to yank it out of her pretty head.

"Owwwww!" she screamed, her eyes filling with tears at the pain, but when he jerked, she lurched toward him, and she grabbed with both hands at his cock.

He lowered his pants as she held his prick. He wore nothing underneath them, nothing but the hard-on that filled her fist. The trousers dropped to his ankles. He moved, making his cock slide in and out of her trembling grip.

"Now suck it!" he said. "I want to feel it go all the way inside your fucking mouth, Emily! I want to screw your Goddamn tonsils!"

You son of a bitch, she thought, but he pulled her hair again and she knew it wasn't the time to get snotty. Instead she brought her face down to his cock and she started to lick it, very slowly, very erotically, the way she'd watched Greta licking at Chaz's tool.

Her tongue moved up and down the stiffened cock, tracing the line of veins and the outline of his big, swollen cock-knob. She held him by the tip, his cock pointing upright, and she licked up and down the underside of the cock-shaft, her tongue following the huge shape of his bloated cum-vein.

"Yeah!" she heard him sigh. "That's more like it, baby!"

She wanted to bite his prick off, but she knew better than to try. Instead she contented herself with nibbling his cum-vein. She felt the shudder in his cock as her teeth scraped at the big tube, and she traced it up and down his upright prick.

Her face came down onto his balls. The hairs got into her nose, and she almost sneezed, but she didn't stop mouthing him. She cupped his balls with her free hand, rolling the stones inside the bag, and then she took them inside her mouth, sucking friskily at his balls. After a few minutes, the taste and the texture became quite involving. Emily began to hum around the balls in her mouth, and her fingers slid up and down the stiffness of Duke's cock.

"You're learning fast," she heard him sigh as she hand-fucked his cock vigorously while yummying his balls with her hot wet mouth. She let the balls ease out and she licked her way around them. Her finger pushed back, into the crack of his ass, and she felt him squirm. "Fast and nasty. Go ahead, baby, play with my, asshole while you suck my prick. I like that, too."

She worked her finger back and forth between his hairy cheeks. He was warm and moist in there, and the cheeks seemed to squeeze rhythmically at her finger as she stroked him. She could feel the heat of his asshole as her finger's edge slid across it. Gulping, she pushed his cock downward, toward her open mouth, and she took his prick into her mouth.

He moved into her shallowly but forcefully. She jerked back, almost losing him, but her lips snapped shut and the cock remained trapped. Her lips gnawed at his prick, twisting, stretching and rocking on the hard meaty cock. Her drool was making him wetter. He moved his ass, pumping cock in and out of Emily's mouth. She gulped and took him a little deeper, sucking harder as he urged more of his prick into her not entirely unwilling oral chamber.

Her mouth gulped harder, and she felt more of Dukey entering her mouth. Her lips stretched widely as the big shaft slid home. He eyes began to enlarge, as if her head was so full of cock there was no room left for eyeballs. The tip of him edged into the upper end of her throat.

But hands were on her body. She recognized the touch of Greta, could smell the other waiting presence, almost at the same moment. The small soft hands cupped her tits. The warm full lips pressed at her shoulder, her neck, her cheek. Emily sighed around Duke's cock, and she stirred, and more of him slipped inside, but she didn't feel that badly about it now, and it was surprisingly easy, all considered.

Another hand was working her legs. She squirmed, responding to the friction of Chaz's palm moving up and down the inside of her tingling thigh. She reached down, covering his hand, and guiding it to her cunt.

She steered Chaz's fingers onto the plump, wet-lipped bun of her pussy, and he re-entered the hot tight cunt tube that he'd already explored so deeply and digitally not long ago. He had one finger in her cunt, another tickling her clit. Her clit shivered and stiffened, and Emily's pussy began to fill with hot sticky juice that leaked onto Chaz's hand as he continued to penetrate her.

She was hardly aware that Duke's cock was halfway down her throat, that her lips were pressed against his balls and the base of his groin. The realization almost made her gag, but she was salivating so heavily that gulping only greased her throat that much more. He pulled out a little, came back in again, and she gulped again, but she was taking him, holding him. She heard Greta purr in approval as the blondes hands continued to caress Emily's upper body.

The hand she'd been using to guide Chaz was no longer needed on that job. He lifted it from his, pulled it slightly to the left, and Emily squirmed excitedly as he fitted her fingers around the stiff shaft of his cock.

He'd squirted a gallon of hot cum down her throat, but here he was, hard as a rock all over again, and the proof of his arousal throbbed massively inside Emily's fist. She clamped down and started to work her fist up and down his prick, milking him with the same rhythm that he used in finger-fucking her wet hot pussy. Her mouth slid up and down over the bulk of Duke's cock.

She heard Duke sigh, and he yanked his cock out of her mouth. She snapped for it with hungry, impulsive lips, but he was out of reach. She looked up at him, licking her lips, sticking out her tongue to tease him.

"Gimme some more!" she said huskily. "I want more!"

He was panting hard, fist jerking up and down the hard shaft of his prick.

"You want more?" he said. "I'll give you some more, bitch!"

She stroked harder at his cock. It looked bigger, sticking out of his fist, than Emily had ever imagined a cock could be. The head was blood-red and enormous, shining where she had coated it with the wet flow of her drool while he was in her mouth.

Greta's hands squeezed at Emily's tits, milking the nipples with erotic insistence. Chaz's finger worked in and out of Emily's cunt, his thumb rubbing hot passion into her clit. Her own hand moved lightly but with unmistakable power on Chaz cock, and she could feel him trembling in her grip.

Duke was still pumping his prick. Froth was bubbling on his lips, and his chest heaved. His fist was tight around the big cock, and Emily knew he was going to come. Rocking between Chaz and Greta, she could only lie back, panting, waiting.

"Aaahhh!" Duke gasped, and the cum began to fly from the tip of his enormous cock. Emily jerked back automatically as the first spurt left him, but it splashed against her tits, and she relaxed as Duke continued to gush his jizz onto her tits and Greta's fondling hands.

Her chest was splattered with the sticky white stuff. She looked down at herself, shivering in delight. She had a hand free, and she raised it to her chest, touching one of the cum-bubbles.

"Lick it off yourself!" Duke said. "I wanna see you eat my cum off your tits!"

Still stroking Chaz's cock, Emily inclined her head downward, tongue extended, and she slurped at the creamy cum that coated her tits. She heard Greta giggle, and the hot blonde squeezed up on Emily's tits, bringing them closer to the captive wife's face. Emily stretched out her tongue and worked it back and forth across a jism-smeared nipple.

She couldn't lick up all the cum. Some of it clung to her cheeks, her chin. When she'd gotten all she could, she looked up at Duke. She reached for his cock, leaning up so she could take the cum-dripping prick back into her mouth for a little more sucking.