Ron Taylor - Handcuffed housewife

His other arm slipped beneath her body. She felt him fumbling at her wrists, and she moaned as her hands came free. She reached at once for the blindfold, but his hand caught her wrist.

"Okay," she said, "if that's how you want it. I can fuck blind if I have to and I'm expecting you to fuck me blind, mister!"

Her hands free, she was finally able to reach for his cock. His prick was swollen so enormously she could not quite encircle it with her small fist. The excited pulsation flowing through his rigid meat was incredibly arousing to Emily. She'd not known that cocks got this hard, but the proof was throbbing inside her hand. She put her other fist on his cock and she worked him vigorously.

"I wanna be fucked!" she told him. "I have to be fucked!"

He reached down and untied the scarf that linked her ankles together. She kicked her feet out as soon as they were loosened, and her legs spread invitingly.

Jerking on his hot hard cock, she said, "Tear those fucking panties off me, whoever you are, and let's get down to business!"

He took hold of the waistband, and he yanked hard. The band dug into her flesh, reluctant to yield, and she winced in pain, but then it snapped, and he flung the G-string out of the way.

"Oh, yes," Emily sighed, "oh, that feels sooooo good!"

She let go of his cock and rubbed his entire body with her hands. She leaned down to kiss his chest, to suckle his small hard nipples. The hair on his chest tickled her face.

He lay down on his back, and she moved astride him.

"I'm a hot cunty bitch," she announced in a sultry voice, "and I'm gonna ride you like a horsie."

She lifted her bare cunt above his cock and slipped his prick into her pussy.

She squealed, slamming down to take all of his cock into her hot horny pussy. She pound her cunt against him as her pussy stretched to accommodate the thick, swollen rigidity of his cock, and she felt the tip of his big prick grinding back, against the mouth of her womb.

The swollen hardness of his prick was an excitement inside her cunt, made her clit swell as if it meant to burst. She pressed forward, accentuating the cock pressure against her pecan hard clitoris.

She began to slide her cunt up and down on his impaling prick. His cock really was big. The more she fucked up and down on his cock, the tore her pussy stretched to make room for him, and the more she grew used to his size, his horny arousal. He was pumping up into her, almost as fast as she pistoned up and down on his tool, and the friction sent mad waves of pleasure through the tunnel of her pussy.

"Oh, you're fucking me!" she moaned. "You're fucking me soooo good!"

He rolled her over, without missing a stroke, and he mounted her, driving his prick deep into her churning well of pussy flesh. He hit bottom, hard, and she lunged up to swallow him.

"Yes, Jesus, fuck me!" she whined. "Oh fuck me with that big hard cock!"

He was lying atop her, ramming her with his cock, and her hard-nippled tits scorched his hairy chest where it touched her. She screamed with each fresh thrust of his prick.

In the midst of a deep, pussy-burning stroke, she reached up, grabbed the scarf that covered her eyes, and tore it away.

"Andy!" she screamed, hardly believing who she saw atop her body.

It was her husband. His fat, pussy-satisfying cock filled her cunt.

"Hi ya, baby," be said, grinning sheepishly. "You having a good time?"

The bite of his cock continued without letup.

"Oh, Jesus, am I ever!" she confessed. "But how – why – what – oh, Christ!"

The climax hit her in the guts without warning. She simply exploded under her husband, her pussy eating ravenously at his thrusting cock while juices squirted hotly from her cock-filled cunt.

He fucked harder, ramming his prick into her aroused cunt, and she kept on coming.

"Yes, fuck me, you bastard!" she moaned. "Make me come like a bitch!"

She exploded six, seven, eight times before she lost count, and through it all, his rigid prick continued to bang like a piston into her churning pussy.

"No, I'm raw!" she groaned. "You've busted my cunt! I'm dying, Goddamn it! My pussy's torn to pieces! Oh, Jesus, I can't stop coming!"

He slicked his prick out of her. She watched as the big stiff prick emerged from her cunt and her mouth began to water just as juicily as her pussy. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock and rubbed it along the twitching, fuck-agonized slice of her pussy.

"Oh, Christ!" she wailed. "It hurts soooo fucking good!"

He pushed forward and squatted atop her chest. She opened her mouth, making room for his cock. She wailed as he thrust deeply into her mouth. She closed her lips on him and sucked hard as he worked in and out, sliding his hot hard prick across her wet flapping tongue.

She siphoned his prick, but she knew that he was almost there, that in another moment or two her mouth would fill with the hot salty discharge of his jism.

And then it came, gushing from his cock in a torrential flow. She screamed as her mouth received his jism. The vibration of her scream triggered yet another burst of spunk. She was drowning in his orgasm, but she would have suffocated gladly, if only for the chance to taste his hot cream as it gurgled down her throat. Reaching back, he cupped her pussy and squeezed it, and yet another climax ripped through Emily, in tandem with the one she had fucked and sucked out of her husband's cock.

"You bastard," she said finally, when he had gone soft and his cum-sticky cock had slipped out of her mouth. He lay beside her, petting the sweat-soaked curves of her trembling body, his body warm and firm against her own. "You bastard – you did this to me, didn't you? You set up the whole Goddamned thing! You knew everything that was happening!"

"It worked, didn't it?" he said. "My sweet Emily! I am so crazy about you, I wanted to fuck you all the time, and you were so cold. I had to do something. I got the idea from a movie that was playing at a hot-sheet motel where I used to fuck Greta in the afternoons. She took ft from there. Isn't she something?"

"She sure is," Emily said. "And you had me kidnapped and raped, and turned into some kind of sexual animal because you love me? Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted?"

"I did," he pointed out. "A lot of times. But your pussy was always full of ice cubes. Remember that, Emily? You used to be a beautiful, frigid-cunted bitch. I was at the end of my rope. It seemed to be the only way to get what I wanted. And baby, what I wanted was you. Only you. Always you. So here we arc, back home again, from the way you fucked, baby, I don't think you're any the worse for wear. God, Em, did you really let them fuck you in the ass? I've dreamed about doing that to you. It's gonna be a dream come true for me, you better believe it!"

She looked around, for the first time.

"Jesus! This is bur bedroom. God, I never even noticed! Mmmmm, Andy, you threw one hot fuck into me. But I was ready for a hot fuck when you came along. You wanna do it again? Mmmmm!" She reached down to tickle his limp, sticky cock. "Or will this thing get hard again his year? I think he's had a biiiig workout, poor little dude! Of course, he's not so little when he gets aroused, is he? As for sticking it up my ass, that is a pretty nasty idea for you to be bringing up with the woman you love. On the other hand, if YOU really think you can't live without it…"

There was a knock at the door, and then it opened. Greta Burns peeked around the door.

"If those screams were any clue," she said, "I guess everything worked out okay, right, kids?"

She came into the room, fully dressed now, but exuding the same funky sexiness that had conquered Emily. She walked to the bed, strutting on her high heels, smiling like a Renaissance Madonna.