Douglas Vincent - A mother so naughty

"Is this the best ass-fucking you've ever had?" the man gasped. Amanda could tell he was close to shooting his wad. Maybe then he would leave. Her attacker yanked hard on the cord again. "I said, is this the best ass-fucking you've ever had?" He viciously thrust his cock deep into her asshole, making her cry out.

"Yes!" she whispered.

"I can't hear you."

"It's the best ass-fucking I've ever had," Amanda moaned. She felt totally degraded by the monster kneeling on the floor behind her, but she couldn't deny the orgasm that was slowly building between her thighs. A few more minutes of having her ass reamed and she would cum and nothing could stop it.

"Do you want me to cum?" the man taunted. Amanda nodded as best she could. Her arms ached and her legs were starting to cramp.

"Yes," she said. "I want you to cum."

The man slapped Amanda hard across the ass, raising an ugly red welt on one white cheek.

"You lying cunt!" he yelled. "You don't want me to cum inside your ass, do you?"

"Yes I do," Amanda replied, hoping to calm him. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

The man yanked hard on the telephone cord leash.

"I want to cum inside your cunt!" he hissed. "I want you to feel my cock inside your pussy! Would you like that?"

"Yes," Amanda whimpered. Half of her wanted this incredible nightmare to end, while the other half wanted to feel the man's cock fuck her hard and deep until she screamed. She didn't know which way to turn.

"Close your eyes," the man ordered. He stood up behind Amanda and removed his shoes and pants, which were bunched around his ankles.

Amanda did as she was instructed, closing her eyes so tightly that little bursts of light ignited inside her head. Sir didn't want to see this man's face, to have it haunt her forever. She wanted him to top torturing her, to leave her house forever.

That was what any normal woman would want – so why was her cunt so hot and hungry? Her desire made her feel like a fuck-hungry slut but she couldn't deny it. She wanted to feel the man's cock inside her before he left.

Amanda heard the man walk aver to the living room table and retrieve something from the bag. He then walked up quietly behind her as she lay on the floor, placed a blindfold over her eyes and untied her hands.

Rolling her over on her back, he retied them in front of her, then pulled her arms tight over her head and attached the cord to the leg of the living room table. Moments later Amanda heard the click of the living room light and the room was drenched in a darkness magnified a dozen times by the blindfold across Amanda's eyes.

Amanda trembled uncontrollably, her entire body exposed and available. Every orifice was open and ready, despite her protestations.

"You look very pretty tonight," the man said softly. He ran his hands across her warm skin, than plunged a single finger into her dripping cunt.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?" he asked, his voice harder. Amanda nodded vigorously, her mind reeling.

With a grunt the man threw himself on top of her and thrust his hard cock deep into her cunt. Amanda grunted in surprise, both scared and excited by the sudden intrusion.

"How does it feel to be fucked with the same cock that used to be up your ass?" the man hissed, his cock working like a thick, hard piston between Amanda's legs. He kissed her hard, pressing his lips viciously against hers in a vile mockery of tenderness. His tongue invaded her mouth, caressing its sensitive interior. He tasted of liquor and Amanda suddenly felt nauseated.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight!" the man moaned as he fucked her hard and deep. "Christ, it feels so fucking good! I've never had a cunt so hot and wet!"

Despite everything, Amanda could feel a fire growing deep inside her cunt, rumbling and eager to burst forth. The man's cock filled her completely, pressing hard against the pink walls of her cunt and her sensitive clit. She squirmed against his unrelenting attack, trying desperately to bring forth the orgasm that was torturing her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" the man asked with a sneer. "Best cock you've ever had, huh?"

"Yes!" Amanda moaned, overcome with lust as the man's cock penetrated her pussy over and over and over. "Please fuck me!"

She was both excited and ashamed at her reaction to what should have been a traumatic ordeal.

The man stopped moving, leaving his hard cock hidden between the pink folds of Amanda's cunt.

"What did you say?"

"Fuck me harder!" Amanda whimpered, pressing her hips hard against the man's pelvis. "Please. I'm so close to cumming!"

"Beg for it," the man said. She could sense the sneer that was pasted across his face. "Beg for my cock, and I might give it to you, bitch!"

"Please fuck me with your hard prick!" Amanda whispered. Where was her self-respect? Why didn't she fight this man, this animal who beat her and degraded her so? She had no answers. All she wanted was his cock inside her.

The man slowly drew his prick from Amanda's cunt and ever so slowly worked it back in. His pace quickened and soon he was fucking her with all his might, his cock reaming her pussy like a giant pink log. He squeezed her tits violently, evoking a lust-filled moan.

"I'm gonna cum soon!" the man said urgently. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes!" Amanda groaned, close to orgasm herself. "Fill me up!"

The man laughed and quickly yanked his cock from Amanda's pussy. He climbed across her body until his cock was level with her head.

"Forget it, baby!" he sneered. "You're gettin' this load in the face!" He stroked his cock vigorously.

"Please!" Amanda whimpered. "Put it inside me! Please!"

Seconds later Amanda heard her attacker groan loudly and felt jet after jet of his thick white cum splatter across her unprotected face. It stuck to her for a moment, then slowly oozed down her cheek and forehead.

"You bastard!" Amanda shrieked, her fear overcome with anger. "You fucking son of a bitch!" She struggled vainly against the cord that held her to the floor.

The man quickly rolled off her and raced to the living room table. Amanda could see nothing, but she heard what sounded like a bottle cap being unscrewed, then felt a handkerchief pressed firmly to her face. She struggled violently, inhaling the vile vapors that filled her nostrils. The odor brought back a vivid memory from high school biology class – chloroform!

Seconds later her mind went dim and she slowly melted against the carpet, unconscious.

Amanda woke slowly, her mind a fog. A headache pounded in the back of her skull, and several minutes passed before her eyes could focus clearly enough for her to see.

At first she didn't recognize where she was. The room was dark, illuminated only by a small lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Looking around she saw a workbench and several shelves loaded to overflowing with tools. Dozens of boxes were piled in one corner, and a set of patio furniture was stacked neatly to one side. Why was she in the basement?

Amanda tried to move her arms but found them tied together above her head, attached by a length of cotton rope to a large metal bracket firmly imbedded in the wall. She tugged on it hard, but it refused to give.

Feeling a sudden chill, Amanda realized she was lying naked on an uncovered mattress – the one she and Jake had moved to the basement following the purchase of their new bed.

Sitting in a chair across the room was Amanda's attacker, still dressed in his telltale denim jacket. His face was turned away from her, pressed against his chest as he slept. Amanda's mind raced. Apparently Erica and Eddie had come home after the man had fallen asleep, but what if they should walk in now? God only knew what he would do to her little girl.