Donna Allen - Wife in training

She looked at his cock again and she could see her cuntjuice shining on his cockshaft as it moved in and out. She groaned. She wanted it to be finished. She bated the way he was using her. His cock felt so huge as it slammed into her body, like a huge club pummeling her insides.

She hoped he would come but he didn't. After a while he stopped fucking her on the chair and he wanted her on the floor. He made her get down on her back on the rug. She protested, but he wouldn't listen to her. He wanted her on the rug and he would have what he wanted. He grabbed her ankles and raised her legs. Then he drove his cock inside her cunt again, muttering as he did it, telling her she had a tight cunt, snickering at her when he had all of his prick buried inside her.

His cock was so big and stiff, she went wild with helplessness as he pounded her pussy with it. She still wore the nylons and heels, and she knew how obscene it must look with her ass turned up the way it was and his big cock sliding jammed out of her wide-open cunt. She could feel his balls tickling her asshole, his big hairy balls like a pair of huge plums in a leathery sack of wrinkled skin.

He grinned down at her now. "You like it, baby?"

He laughed at her. He pushed her knees even farther back and slammed her cunt again. He said he liked her legs in nylon. He said she had nice legs and a sweet little pussy. And a nice bunghole. He told her he liked it when a woman had some hair around her asshole.

Myrna groaned and blushed at the way he talked about her. He laughed at her modesty. She had a sudden fear that his cock would stay hard forever and he would fuck her until she died. He was so strong and she was so helpless before his strength.

His hands were closed completely around her ankles as he fucked her. She moaned under the onslaught. She hated the way he had her on the rug. She was certain the rug was filthy. God, how she regretted flirting with him now.

After a while he pulled his cock out of her cunt without coming. She groaned with relief as he put her legs down. But then he straddled her, shifting forward over her tits, his knees on either side of her shoulders and his wet cock dangling over her face.

He teased her with his big prick. "How's this for a salami, baby?" He took his big prick in his hand and rubbed his knob across her lips. "Come on, open up."

His cock was wet with her cuntjuice. She tried turning her head away, but he laughed and slapped her face to make her take his cock. He ordered her to open her mouth and she did it.

He pushed his huge cock-knob at her lips. She had to open her jaws as wide as possible in order to take his prick. He pushed forward, stuffing his juice-coated cock in her mouth. He kept the knob in her mouth and he closed his fingers around his cockshaft. He slowly jacked his prick while she sucked on his cockhead. He said he was going to take her to the bedroom so he could fuck her on the bed. He laughed at her helplessness.

Then he pulled his cockhead out of her mouth and he rubbed the wet tip of his prick across her nose. He ordered her to smell his cock. He pushed the tip of his prick at each nostril, teasing her with it, whipping it back and forth across her face. He said he liked the smell of her ass when he was sucking her cunt. He said she had a cute little asshole, a shithole made for fucking.

"That's the glory hole," he said. "We're going to have a little party, aren't we, baby?"

Myrna closed her eyes and shuddered. She was horrified at the idea that he might want to fuck her ass. She was certain if he tried it he would kill her. She groaned as he pulled her to her feet. He laughed at her and stroked her ass as he led her to the bedroom.

"Bend over the bed," he said. "Keep your feet on the floor and put your hands on the mattress."

He knew exactly what he wanted. When he had her bent over the edge of the bed, he moved behind her and pushed his cock inside her cunt. He grunted as he went in. He said she had a tight pussy. He kept running his hands over her ass as he fucked her.

She had never been fucked like this, like an animal with the man taking her from behind. She hated the indignity of it. She felt so vulnerable and helpless with him. She was embarrassed because she knew be could see her asshole. She remembered what he'd said about liking women who had hair around their assholes. No one had ever talked to her that way.

He slapped her ass now, grunting and treating her like an animal. She felt his big ball-bag hitting her cuntlips. Her crotch was a mess of sweat and cuntjuice. She suddenly wondered what her cunt looked like from the back when it was stretched by such a huge cock.

Her pussy was numb now from all the fucking. His cock was like a huge club sliding in and out of her cunthole, rattling her insides and causing her body to shake. She wanted him to shoot his load and get it over with. She wanted him to finish so that she could get dressed and get out of his house.

The suddenly he roared and started coming, his belly slapping against her ass as he shot his load. He churned his cock around in her cunt, grinding against her cuntlips as he finished spurting.

"Yeah, you're a good fuck," he said as he pulled his prick out. "You can stick around awhile."

She could feel his jism dripping out of her cunt as she turned around. "I can't stick around, I'm leaving!"

He chuckled and shook his head. "The hell you are."

"What do you mean?"

She found out soon enough.

Ten minutes later he had her at the top of the steps to the basement. He already had the hands and wrists and her ankles shackled. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. "You look like a jailbird," he said. Then he laughed. "Except I don't think they let the ladies wear garter belts in jail. Nice legs, baby. The legs really turn me on."

She felt so helpless as he practically carried her down the basement stairs. Her shoes came off and he was hurting her as he dragged her feet down the stairs. He seemed unconcerned how much he hurt her.

Finally they were down the stairs and into the basement. The floor was carpeted and the walls paneled. In the center of the basement was a wooden post with rings in it that went from the floor to the ceiling, and beside the post was a leather exercise bench.

He grabbed her wrists now and dragged her to the post. Myrna groaned as he attached the handcuffs to one of the metal rings. He taunted her about her captivity. He said he was going to have a great deal of fun with her and that this had to be his lucky day. "God gave me a little present."

She begged him to let her go. She cried and said the handcuffs hurt her wrists and the way her arms were twisted she couldn't bear it.

He just laughed at her, and then he took one of her nipples between his fingers and he pinched it brutally until she started screaming.

"Go on, scream," he said. "Nobody can help you and the more you scream the more I like it."

"Oh God, you're a beast!"

"I just want some fun, that's all."

"I'll do whatever you want if you don't hurt me."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

He grinned at her and released her nipple. "Okay, do a little piss for me."

"What?"

"Piss, baby, piss! Show me the piss coming out!"

She was horrified. Her heart sank when she realized he was serious. He wanted her to piss all over herself. She couldn't spread her legs because of the shackles, and if she pissed, she'd get her thighs and legs wet with it.

But she couldn't bear being hurt again. She closed her eyes and pretended he wasn't there. She started pissing. She heard him chuckling as the warm piss spurted out of her pussy to wet her legs. She felt completely degraded. Like a helpless animal in the clutches of a fiend.

After that he brought a towel and wiped her body. He kept her attached to the post. He said she didn't need her hands. He made her turn around and he pressed against her and fondled her tits and ass.