Ron Taylor - Stepdaughter in bondage

"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm!" I agreed wholeheartedly, still sucking.

There was more motion behind me, and Jack came up again. He took hold of my panties, slid them down over the swell of my ass, and then he touched me with something thick and hot and bare. It was his cock, and he rubbed it over and over my naked ass, till I was squirming and twitching and anxious to get an to Round Two. I could have suckled Lara all night, but somehow I knew that even better things were in store for me. My luck had finally changed.

I straightened up, kissed Lara on the mouth, then turned to Jack, ready to see what service I could render him.

He stood there, naked, his hard-on thrusting out like a pole from his groin, and his naked body was at least twice as attractive as when he wore clothes. Nothing to excess. That was Jack McMinn. Lean and hard-looking, everything in its proper place, neither too little nor too much anywhere.

Except maybe his rod. It was fat, about seven inches long, just a little big for his lean frame, I thought, but so what? Who cared if his dick was too big? A woman complain about a cock being too large? Jack brought his left hand around, from behind his body. He was holding the handcuffs.

"Oh, my God," I said, shrinking back. Back, against Lara, who caught me, held me the way she had downstairs in the den. "No," I said, trembling in her arms, "not now, please, I don't…"

Jack caught my hand where it flew up in defense, and he snapped the cuff round my wrist with a flourish. He was smiling, and his cock bobbed up and down every time he took a step on the floor. Lara let go of me, and Jack pulled me to him.

"Lara says you turn on with bondage," he murmured, kissing my jawbone all the way back to my ear while I strained and writhed against him. When my hand moved, the steel cuffs slinked, and suddenly I didn't want it to be this way, not again. I knew that given half a chance I could turn an totally, without the need for restraint and force.

"Please…" By that time they were taking me to the bed, easing me down onto the mattress. The sheets had been pulled up and ordered after Lara and I were finished, but Lara pulled them down again and I could see the wine stain on the bottom sheet, where wine had dripped from my face after she'd emptied her glass on me. Jack moved across the bed ahead of me, and once more my hand was fastened to the bedpost. I looked up at the canopy overhead, and I kept saying, "No, we don't have to, please…"

Jack straddled my prone body and he angled his hard rod down, toward my face. "Eat it," he said. "Eat all of it."

It bumped my lips, which treacherously opened, and he thrust into my mouth. The sudden plunge of his dong almost choked me, at first, but I opened my mouth and throat as fully as possible and it didn't seem so uncomfortable, even though I was handcuffed to the bed all over again and not really enjoying it, not this time.

I had one hand free, and I brought it up, circling the fingers around Jack's prick. That way I could control how much of him entered my mouth. I could suck him more slowly, more carefully. And, to be honest, I wasn't very good at eating dick, so I had to be slow and careful.

Jack leaned forward, grasped the headboard. His knees were alongside my head and his prick thrust deeply into my mouth. It seemed to touch the back of my throat and for a moment I felt ready to gag, but I willed myself to forget that and concentrate on sucking him. Oh, damn it, why couldn't I use both hands on him? I wanted to use both hands. I didn't want to be tied down any more. Never again! Never! It had only been an illusion. All I needed was someone to turn me on, the right way, and I could simply throw myself into the fun. Tony and Jerry, for all their force and brutality, had helped me find my sensual being. I suppose I owed them a little bit of gratitude for that.

But Lara had been the one who put it into proportion for me. She was the first person who'd brutalized me gently, knowingly. When it was over I hadn't gone looking for something to bash her with. That seemed very important right now, as I sucked Jack's dick and tried to put my thoughts into the proper order. The strange Rebecca, the person who'd come stealing out of my interior and caught me by surprise – she wasn't a bad person. In fact, I kinda liked her. She could make life a lot of fun if I gave her half a chance. And I think she was in full charge of me now, had been ever since Jack snipped my dress open and started feeling my tits downstairs in the den. Rebecca, I said, welcome! I think I'm gonna like you!

If only I wasn't handcuffed to the Goddamned bed! Handcuffs! Ropes! Electric cords! Strong hands tight around my throat! Voices saying "If you don't do it, I'm gonna kill you!" I didn't need them for an excuse. I could turn on without artificial aids. My hand jerked at the clinking handcuff, stretched it taut between me and the bedpost.

The bed sagged a little and I knew without looking that Lara had joined us, the three of us now, sharing one bed. A soft, warm hand slipped into my crotch. I spread my legs willingly, quickly. A finger tickled my slit, teasing me mercilessly before she decided to knock off the teasing and stick it in, where it belonged!

I moaned "Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" around Jack's rod as Lara's middle finger went up me, as her knuckles ground against the mouth of my cunt. Inside, I was wet and juicy. Maybe I would be permanently wet and juicy in there, from now on. Mmmmmm, I hoped so! It would save so much time.

Jack leaned back, his cock emerging slowly from my mouth I tried to recapture him with snapping lips and flying tongue, but it was a lost cause. My hand squeezed at his base, my fingers stroked his balls, and then he was out of me, sliding back.

He knelt on one side of me, Lara on the other. "Hey," I said, "why don't you unlock this thing? It sorts cramps my style."

"But we like it," Lara purred, caressing one of my tits while Jack toyed with the other. "You're helpless, immobile, a slave to our lusts. It's definitely a turn-on, Rebecca, not only for the one in bondage, but for the ones who own the keys, too, darling. Or didn't you know that? I suppose not. You've only been a victim. Maybe you're fated to be a victim, Rebecca. But it's not so bad, is it, Jack?"

"I don't know," Jack said, flicking his fingertip back and forth across my nipple. "I'm not the victim type."

Lam laughed. "And Rebecca is. Well, I suppose we'd better make the most of her while she's ours." She lifted her leg. "Out of the way, dear. I have some business to conduct with Rebecca's darling mouth." She planted her pussy on my face and slithered down. "Eat me," she commanded, "as sweetly as you ate me this afternoon, if you don't mind."

Her pussy lips flared outward as they pressed down onto my mouth and I had no choice but to run my tongue up into Lara McMinn. The taste that flowed into my lips as I speared into her cunt was almost worth the agony at my handcuffed wrist. She was wet and fluid inside, tangy with the musky secretions of a woman in heat. I lapped and drank her juices with a growing passion that almost made me forget the humiliation she and Jack were intent on putting me through, whether I wanted it or not.

I brought my free hand up, stroked her lovely body. It was warm and moist, and she guided my fingers, bringing them up to her stiff nipples sliding them down to her fuzzy auburn-fleeced crotch so I could tickle her while I nourished myself at her gash. My finger slipped into the upper part of her cleft, found her throbbing clit, began to toy with it. She liked it. I heard her cry out, "Ohhhh yeeesssss…" in a dreamy delighted voice, and her pussy slapped up and down on my face, one-two-three, smearing me with her flowing juices, heating me with the warmth of her burning flesh. My tongue shot into her each time she came down, thrust after her when she lifted up, and I panted in eager anticipation of each fresh slain down onto me. My hand was on her ass now, pinching the hard, muscular buttocks, slapping them now and then in a totally spontaneous gesture. But Lara seemed to enjoy it, because she whined and moaned all the harder and her pussy ground furiously against my eager lips and tongue.