Robert Jenkins - Suzy in bondage

An hour later, Henry Ryan approached a small house in the suburbs. His heart was hammering. He hoped to hell something would happen to get him out of the mess his daughter had gotten him into.

It had not yet occurred to Ryan that Sue was as much a victim as he was. The expression on Sue's face in the pictures had convinced him otherwise.

Glenda answered the door when he knocked. Her clothes made Ryan uncomfortable. She was wearing incredibly short hot pants and a tie-around halter. Really only a scarf. Her nipples poked at the thin material.

"Oh, Mr. Ryan… I'm so glad you came," Glenda said eagerly.

She ushered Ryan into the living room, then sat down opposite him. He was aware that the legs of her hot pants were very loose. He imagined he could see right up the crotch. He imagined for a moment she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath and that darkness was her cunt. But no, it must be dark panties, he decided.

"You had an idea for helping me," he gulped out. It was hard to take his eyes off Glenda's lovely, nearly nude body.

"To help us both, Mr. Ryan. Frank has a hold over me too. I think I can get my hands on the negatives of those pictures. And on the original markers. Then you'll be off the hook."

"How will that help you?" Ryan said suspiciously.

Glenda blushed. "I'll… I'll need somebody to help me after I break away from Frank," Glenda said in a low voice. "A… a protector."

"Me?"

Ryan was struck dumb. My God, this beautiful young woman was asking him to take care of her. His blood began to boil as he stared at those big soft tits jiggling underneath their thin covering.

Normally he'd never even think of doing a thing like that. Henry Ryan was a veritable symbol of propriety. It was good for business. But now, with the inducement of getting back the incriminating evidence… His resolve weakened.

Glenda sensed it. She was on her feet, rushing toward Ryan. Huge tears welled in her dark eyes. "Oh, Mr. Ryan… you can't imagine how horrible it's been. He… he makes me do terrible things. You know… sexual things."

Ryan was on his feet too. Glenda began to sob. It seemed only normal that he try to comfort her. He put his arms around her.

She clung to him. Tears soaked his collar. Most of all, he was aware of her big tits pushing against his chest. God, how long since he'd had a woman like this in his arms? More years than he could remember.

"Miss De La Court," he murmured thickly.

She looked up. Big liquid eyes stared into his. Glenda's mouth was trembling. With desire?

"Glenda… call me Glenda," she quavered.

"And I'm Henry," he stuttered back.

"Ooohhh… Henry…"

Ryan never really knew how it happened. Suddenly Glenda's lips were against his. They were kissing passionately. Her thighs had opened and her cunt was pressed tightly against his leg. He felt its softness underneath the hot pants.

"Glenda," he panted.

Her halter top seemed to disappear. His hands were full of soft tits. Glenda moaned with passion.

Then somehow she was down on her knees in front of him. Deft fingers were working at the zipper to his fly. He gasped as Glenda pulled his cock into the open.

"Oh, what a lovely cock," Glenda purred.

Ryan stared, unable to believe this was really happening.

He watched the girl's mouth open, then close around the rapidly swelling tip of his cock.

"Uuuuunnnnhhhhh," he choked. Long forgotten pleasure was pounding through his loins. He felt weak in the legs.

"Mmmmmpppphhhh… mmmmmm," Glenda moaned as she slurped noisily on Ryan's swelling cock. Her hands reached back to caress his bloated balls.

Ryan stared unbelievingly at the beautiful young woman sucking his cock. Her lovely face was flushed with passion, her eyes staring dreamily at his pubic hair. The stump of his cock protruded obscenely from her lips. Further down, her naked tits swayed and jiggled every time she moved.

Twenty years before, Henry Ryan had tried to get his bride to suck his cock. She had screamed with horror and revulsion. She hadn't let him touch her for six months.

Now it was coming true. How could this be happening to a middle-aged man? But it sure as hell was.

"Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!" Ryan moaned loudly.

Glenda was sucking so hard and so artfully that it was all over very quickly. Ryan felt a hot rush of sperm start up from his balls. Something that for a long time he had known only in wet dreams.

"Yaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Ryan's head arched back. But he could still see Glenda's face below as his sperm jetted into the back of her throat. She seemed to be smiling, if that were possible with a mouthful of spurting cock.

Ryan was almost finished cumming when his dream came to an end. Suddenly there was a bright flash of blinding light. Then another and another.

With a yelp of fright, Ryan jumped back, his cock popping from Glenda's mouth. A few last drops of semen gushed out the end.

"Who… What…?"

Ryan turned to see a grinning Frank Hammer and another man coming into the room. Each had a camera with flash attachment in his hand.

"Good show, Glenda," Hammer said. "You got the old goat off in record time."

"He popped off like an overripe bottle of champagne," the lush brunette laughed. She was wiping Ryan's cum off her mouth and chin with the back of one hand.

"You ought to be an actress," Hammer added. "That was a real performance."

Glenda curtsied, her bare tits bouncing. "Thank you, gentlemen. I aim to please."

Ryan gaped and stammered. Hammer spoke before the stunned man could get out a word.

"Just a little insurance in case you get any ideas about double-crossing us," he said, waving his camera. "You piss us off, these filthy pictures of your disgusting act go to your wife, your church, your business associates… anybody who counts in your life."

Ryan could only nod dumbly.

"The door's that way, Ryan," Hammer said, gesturing. Ryan started moving woodenly toward the door.

"You know, he's got a pretty good cock for a guy his age," Glenda said cheerfully.

"You hear that, Ryan? Glenda should know. She's a connoisseur of cocks. You should feel proud."

But Henry Ryan didn't feel proud. Tears were coursing down his thin cheeks as he stumbled out the door.

After Frank Hammer left her, Sue collapsed back onto the couch.

"Was I raped or not?" she asked herself.

It certainly had started that way. But then her body had seemed to take over. In a sense, it had betrayed her. The young blonde moaned in shame as she remembered the disgusting abandoned way she had reacted to Hammer's brutal fucking.

"I've got to get out of here," she murmured. But when she got up, she found that Hammer had taken her clothes with him. She had nothing.

Nor was there anything in the room to wear. She tried the door, and as she expected, it was locked. Not that she was about to go running out stark naked, anyhow.

She sat down to wait. Every time the naked girl heard a sound near the door, she jumped with fright. Being naked added to her feeling of insecurity.

The wait proved to be a long one. Most of the day passed. Gradually the girl began to realize she was very hungry. Were they going to let her starve? she wondered.

About five in the afternoon there was the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock. Sue jumped up.

"Mr. Hammer… you can't keep me…" she said as a man came into the room.

But the man wasn't Frank Hammer. It was a big, heavily built man with a battered, cruel face.

"Oh!" Sue yelped.

She ducked back, looking for something to cover her nudity. All she could do was attempt to wrap the cover from the couch around her. But it was hard to pull it loose.