Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

At least this time she wasn't totally naked, though she might as well have been. She was still wearing the slutty costume Greta had dressed her in, and she felt like a character in a porno movie. Shoes were on her feet, and she knew without seeing that they were spike heels.

"Is anyone there?" Emily called. "Greta? Duke? Chaz? Anyone?"

She heard the sound of a door opening. "Well, it's about time!" she said. "Is there some point to this charade? For Christ's sake, don't you know that I'm not going to fight you? If you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. In fact, I kinda wish you would. C'mere, baby, whichever of you pussy-mad fuckers you happen to be. Pull my G-string out of the way. Look at that cunt, would ya? It's all shaved and powdered and oiled. Mmmm, touch me there, would you, please? I've got such an itch between my legs you wouldn't believe it unless you put your finger in my cunt!"

She could hear footsteps coming nearer to the bed. She strained in her bondage.

"C'mon," she said, "touch my pussy! I'd do it but as you can see, I'm a little tied up. Oh, yes, your hands on my legs. God, that feels soo fucking good. You're tickling me, you devil! Hey! Who are you, anyway?"

Fingers trailed up the interior of her thighs, stroking the tops of her black stockings. She stretched and purred as the fingers traced the sensitive area back and forth, then slid further upward. Emily breathed huskily.

"My pussy," she said. "Touch my pussy. I know you'll like it, whoever the fuck you are."

She moaned as she felt the hands move onto her cuntal bun, covered only by the flimsy mesh and lace of the G-string.

The crotchstrip of her G-string was pushed aside, and she knew that strange eyes stared directly at her shaven pink pussy. To be watched flaw, to be lusted after, by someone whose face she could not see made goose bumps rise on Emily's exposed nipples. She felt wetness oozing in her cunt. Her body ached with lascivious desires.

"Do you like what you see? Greta shaved me bare. I think she ate half the shaving cream she put on me, though. She can't keep her tongue out of my pussy. How about you? Do you want to lick my cunt, too? I think I'd like for you to lick it."

Instead, fingers touched her cunt. She knew now that it was a man fondling her pussy, but she was positive it wasn't Chaz or Duke. There was a kind of gentleness to the touch that thrilled her, though she was dying for some bard fucking.

"Mmmm," she gasped, stretching as his finger caressed the moist slice of her cunt. "Feel how wet I am, how hot my pussy is! My clit is hard! I bet you can feel that too. Oooooh, rub it again, please!"

Her cunt seemed to ignite as his finger stroked the bud of her pink clit. He'd soaked his finger in the juices leaking from her hot hungry pussy, and his finger slipped and slid as it attacked her stiff clit. The fumbling approach sent sparks of erotic energy pulsing through her body and she strained, urging her cunt at him again and again.

"Finger me!" she invited. "Stick it in me! I can take it!"

Easily, he opened her cunt, the tip of his finger stroking around the super-sensitized flesh ringing her pussy tunnel. His finger pushed into her.

Moisture flowed like piss from her sopping cunt. His finger eased deeper into her pussy, and she gasped, shoving her cunt at him insistently. She wanted to spread her thighs, suck him into her cunt, squeeze her legs around him, trap him, kept him there.

"Do you like my pussy?" she asked in a sultry voice, straining in her binding. "Why don't you kiss it? Greta washed me inside and out. I'm as clean as can be, and my cunt tastes just like cotton candy."

She felt his tongue caress the stiffened bud of her clit.

"Oh, fucking God, yes!" she wailed, pushing her pussy into his face. "Suck me, oooohhh, suck me hard! Bite my fucking clit! I want it rough, I want it hard, I want it hot! I'll be your slave, too, your own private sex slave! Do anything you want to me. Mmmm, there's nothing you can do that I don't want, just as much as you! My pussy is soooo fucking hot!"

He slurped her juicing cunt, his finger squishing into her boiling pussy. She squirmed, wriggled, pushed her cunt toward him, taking all he could give her and murmuring her desire for more.

She heard the sound of his zipper sliding down.

"Are you taking out your cock?" she asked. "Mmmmmm, I hope so! I think I want to suck it, baby. Oh, hell, I know I want to suck it! Pull my face down into your lap and I'll show you what cocksucking is really all about."

He left off licking her cunt, but he kept his finger busy up Emily's pussy. She was nervous with eagerness and excitement. Her mouth was salivating just like her pussy, and she licked her lips wetly, drool running down her chin. He put his hand atop her head and guided her downward.

His cock rubbed all over her face.

"Oh, it's a big one!" she told him. "I think it's the biggest one I've ever touched! But it's so hard to tell with my hands tied up. Maybe you could untie me? Then I could do all kinds of slutty, nasty things to your cock while I suck on it!"

While her mouth was open, his cock just slipped inside, and suddenly she was sucking on it. His cock tasted like fresh hot meat, and the tang of his erect prick invigorated her lapping tongue.

She drooled all around the prick as she sucked it. She sucked him deep and hard, taking him all the way into her throat. Her lips scraped against the scratchy tabs of his fly.

"Oh, you've got a sweet hot prick," she gasped, working her head up and down on him. She licked him, from stem to stern, sticking her tongue down into his pants to tickle his balls a little, then rising back up his cock to suck the big swollen cock-knob and tease the pins-slit with the frisky, provocative point of her hungry tongue.

She worked down the underside of his prick, sucking and nibbling his big cum vein, and she felt him throb against her lips.

His finger slicked in and out of her cunt, and she was milking him with her muscles.

"I'm gonna come!" she panted around the cock she was licking. "Oooohhh, baby, you've got me sooo hot!"

Her cunt was squeezing like a vise on his finger, and her juices oozed like piss from the finger-fucked hole.

"Yes!" she whispered to his cock. "Oh, yes, oh, God! I love it, I fucking love it!"

He hadn't spoken a word to her yet. She could taste the jism leaking out of his cock's point, and she teased him with her tongue, anxious to sip a little more of his oozing spunk.

He lifted her head from his cock. He laid her out on the bed, and she felt it when he stood up. Her pussy was empty, the hot juice oozing down her legs, and she lay there twitching.

"Don't leave me like this! Oh, Goddamn you, I need to be fucked!" But then she heard the rustle of his clothing, and she knew that he was stripping down.

When he came onto the bed again, he was stark-naked and his cock stuck out big and hard. He lay beside her, kissing her mouth, her tits. His prick bounced off her twitching thighs.

Her hard nipples protruded above the lacy demi-cups of her bustier. He worshiped her tits with his fingers, pinching the nipples and rubbing them until they lengthened even more, the points throbbing with arousal. He lowered his face to them, kissing the cherry-berry red nipples, then licking them, then pulling them into his mouth for some sweet hard sucking.

"Yes, my tits!" she told him. "Ohhhh! I love the way you suck my tits! Suck them like you love them, baby!"

His hand was on her stomach, rubbing the bare spot between the bottom of her bustier and the low-riding top of her G-string. She moved under him, her body alive with desire, with passion. His hand moved lower, pulling down her G-string.

"Oh, rip the fucker off!" she suggested. "Get your hands back on my cunt! I want your finger in my pussy! Jesus, I want your big yummy cock in my pussy!"