Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

She began to sob quietly. The tears ran down her cheeks. She wanted to reach out and wipe them away, but with her hands bound over her head, she couldn't.

She had to watch Mr. Marshall slowly undress. He peeled out of his shirt and showed his sagging chest, gleaming with the sweat of exertion from tying her up. As he shucked out of his pants, she was surprised to see his hard-on. It quivered and jerked at attention in front of his crotch. She had been expecting him to force her to suck on it to make it hard. But his cock was already a fully functioning fuck stick.

He threw away the last of his clothes and jumped onto the couch.

Veronica groaned as the springs bounced under her. This caused her arms and legs to feel as if they would be pulled out of their sockets. She didn't know if she was more scared or more turned on.

The sight of the man's cock did things to her. She remembered how good it had been once, how she had enjoyed fucking men. But now, he was so demanding that he had turned her off. Veronica didn't know how to react.

So her body responded for her.

Thick juices began boiling in her pussy. She felt the sluggish fluid leaking around her puckered pussy lips and running down into the crack of her ass. As the love oils ran into her asshole, she remembered with growing lust how it would feel having Mr. Marshall fucking her there.

In spite of herself, the blue-eyed blonde was getting more and more turned on.

"Get that ass off the couch like I told you!" snapped Mr. Marshall.

"Please, Mr. Marshall, let me go. We can work this out."

"Do it!

The frightened girl didn't have the chance to obey. Rough hands grabbed a double handful of assflesh and lifted until she was straining at the limits of her bonds. She shrieked in agony. What was worse was the way his fingers dived down into the humid canyon between her buttocks. She couldn't help remembering the gentle touch Stan had used the night before. And she hadn't really responded then. But she was getting hotter and hotter now because of Mr. Marshall's rough treatment.

Veronica was confused. She didn't know what to do, what to feel. She felt her hips lifting in response to the brutal man's orders.

"That's more like it. Now what do you want up that slimy cunt of yours?" He lifted even harder until Veronica thought her arms would come unglued from her body.

"Your c-c-cock!" she stuttered. "Stuff it in and fuck my cunt!"

"Good, but not good enough. You're going to have to beg me for my cock after all you've said. It's not dull, is it, having me fuck you? Tell me, dammit, tell me!"

Veronica hardly knew what to do or say. Lightning bolts of blazing agony lanced into her shoulders. She thought her hips would break under the strain. As the man kneeled between her wide-spread legs, she experienced a completely and totally helpless feeling that wouldn't go away. It was even worse than when she went to her doctor to have her cunt examined. Feet in those metal stirrups made her feel exposed; this was infinitely worse.

"Please fuck me!" she gasped. She would do anything to make the pain go away. She was humiliated and debased. Anything that would get the man's rocks off so he would leave her alone was okay with her.

"Again. Tell me again and in more detail."

"I need you fucking my cunt. I need to feel your cock buried all the way up my pussy. I need it sooooo!"

She was shrieking with the misery of her situation. And when the man's cock slammed into her delicately scalloped inner cunt lips, she shrieked again. It was so unexpected that it sent a tremor of fear throughout her tender, young, bound body.

The head of his throbbing cock parted her slippery cunt lips and sank into her body. She thrashed around but couldn't really move. His hands brutally pinched her asscheeks and lifted her off the couch. His prick shot another inch into her convulsing cunt.

She gasped and tried to tell him to stop. The words wouldn't come. In spite of her predicament, Veronica found herself being more and more turned on. This was a different style of fucking. Veronica hardly knew her own body any more. She couldn't respond to her own husband, but Mr.

Marshall's rough fucking made her all wet in the pussy and hot to feel even more of his long, hard prick fucking into her. She was too confused. The lovely young woman didn't know what to make of it.

What did it matter if she didn't approve of being tied up while he was fucking her?

His prick sank another couple inches into her virgin-tight cunt. She quit struggling and tried to enjoy the fucking. The ropes cut savagely into her wrists and ankles and made her feel cold all over. But his cock warmed her right up the center of her body.

The blue-eyed blonde's loins blazed hot as Mr. Marshall slammed balls deep into her cunt. She felt the tender walls of her pussy rushing to expand around the thick plug of his cock. She gasped with delight when his hips began stirring the prick around inside her. She was able to enjoy every single twitch and pulsation that way.

"What do you want, bitch?" the man demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do. And it had better be the right thing!"

"Fuck meeeee!" she screamed.

His hips slammed forward, burying his prick even deeper in her cunt.

She sobbed with the pain and pleasure as his body ground into hers. He had smashed so hard and fast into her cunt that her pussy lips had been folded inside. Her cunt walls collapsed mightily around his cock as orgasm seized control of her body. She thrashed around, straining once more against the ropes binding her.

Something about being unable to move freely added fuel to the fires of her come. She thrashed harder, felt more restrained by the ropes and burned brighter with her climax.

"Fuck me, damn you, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" she bellowed.

The man gasped as her pussy crushed down on his prick. He pulled back against the intense pressure surrounding him. He thought a hand in a velvet glove had gripped his prick. But the lewd squishing sound as he broke the incredible suction of her cunt told him different. He wasted no time ramming his cock back in to the hilt. His balls slapped wetly against her upturned ass as he repeatedly fucked her.

Total delight seized Veronica. She let herself go. There wasn't anything else she could do. And the feel of his cock working so insistently against her pussy warmed her with more and more friction.

The thick cockhead expanded as his powerful strokes lengthened.

Every single thrust into her agitated cunt lifted her ass off the bed now. He didn't have to grasp her asscheeks and pull at them as he had done earlier. She felt her own inner juices lubricating her crotch as his bush ground passionately into hers.

"More! Fuck me more!" she cried. All she heard was the pounding of her own pulse in her head and the man's deep grunts as he exerted himself even more.

She thought she would die if he stopped fucking. But he was too turned on by the situation to stop. She came hard. The orgasm was the sweetest she had had from any man. But Mr. Marshall hardly noticed her intense joy as her cunt tightened around his cock. His balls had shrunk and the intense passion locked inside with the boiling hot jism spurred him on.

He fucked faster. His hands rested on either side of the bound girl's body. His prick vanished into the golden nest of her pussy and stroked hard along the juicy walls of her cunt. The heat from her guts boiled out and set fire to his fuse. The heat inched back along his cock until it reached the powder keg of his balls.

He exploded. His prick reamed her out and then it erupted. Hot jism fountained from the end of his cock. He shrieked in joy and arched his back to drive himself even farther into the bound woman's pussy.

Veronica almost came again. Almost. And it was that wracking need that made her strain so hard against the ropes that they cut into her flesh and caused blood to flow.