Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

"What a cunt," Carter sighed, stepping back. For a minute he kneaded the burning flesh of her ass in his fingers, wondering if he had time for a third piece. After all, she was in no position to argue with her lush body helplessly manacled before him. He glanced at his watch and sighed. No time.

He went around to face her. "Want me to eat your pussy?" he whispered. "Lick and suck it until you scream with joy?"

"Yes," she said eagerly. "Oh yes."

"For that privilege," he grinned, "you will have to pay me a hundred dollars, lady. I've got to get going."

"Bastard," she moaned. She sucked in her breath with pain as she moved her wrists and ankles. "Unlock me now."

Casually, he went over to the bed and started dressing.

"Bastard!" she cried out. "Goddamn you! Unlock me!"

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow as he knotted his tie, watching her struggle fiercely, becoming aroused again as her beautiful huge tits bounced. "Maybe in a few hours in that position will teach you courtesy. Even a whore needs manners, you know."

"You wouldn't," she moaned, really frightened. "Even a bastard like you wouldn't do that! Please, please let me out of these things!"

Fully dressed, Carter picked up the whip and went behind her. Gripping her crotch with one hand, he pressed the butt of the whip against her trembling asshole, threatening to ram it in.

"No, no!" she sobbed, "you'll kill me."

"You'd love it," he muttered, squeezing her pussy cruelly. For a minute he stroked the huge butt of the whip ominously around her puckered asshole, then left her and put it in his briefcase. In the doorway of the bedroom, he paused.

Terror crossed her face now. "You can't do this, damn you! If I ever get free, I'll…"

"You'll what?" he said coldly.

She kept her mouth shut. You didn't fool with the menacing streak in someone like Carter Hawkins. "Please," she begged.

Carter came back to her, stood before her and with a smile ran a fingertip along the lips of her pussy, which dripped with his come. He raised the sticky finger to her lips and, closing her eyes, she humbly licked it.

"That's a good girl," he said mockingly. Then he reached up and unlocked the manacles on her wrists and kneeled to unshackle her ankles. The trembling blonde whimpered as she tenderly nabbed her wrists.

Caner Hawkins picked up his briefcase, glanced crisply at his watch and started out. "See you next Wednesday. Wear your brown boots next time. I've got a new whip that matches the color perfectly."

"Bastard!" she hissed as the outer door slammed.

At the same moment Carter Hawkins returned to his office with a smug smile on his face, Laura Swenson felt a chill of uneasiness in her library office. Eddie Mulrooney had been hanging around for more than an hour, acting strangely, gaping and grinning nervously at her.

And Sherry had been in that morning gazing at her with such adoration, the girl's face could be read by anyone. Damn those little fools! Didn't they realize what could happen to her if the truth ever came out? The drive-in session had been wild enough but if the town citizens ever found out about the depraved orgy last night!

And now, for God's sake, Eddie Mulrooney was pretending to read a book as he stood outside her office, with such an obvious hard-on tugging at his tight crotch it was embarrassing. Embarrassing, she realized, but huge. The idiot must have had a bull for a father, Laura thought with a mixture of disgust and excitement. Did he know about her?

The tall brunette had an eerie sensation that the silly schoolboy with the immense prick lounging outside her office was the beginning of the end for her…

All morning long the idea had played around the back of Sherry's mind, a wild, absolutely crazy idea that filled her tawny young body with terrific excitement.

At noon she met Jimmy and they discussed it in the back of his customized van.

"Jeez, I don't know," Jimmy said dubiously. "Sure, it would be exciting as hell but how do you know she won't blab it around? One, word and…" He made a slitting motion across his throat with his finger.

"She won't," Sherry said positively. "I know her. She's a Goddamn little tease, but she'd be afraid to squeal on us. She's deathly afraid of me, you know. I'd slap her big tits silly if she ever uttered a word. What do you say, Jimmy? Shall we give her the business?"

He dragged deep on a joint. Hell, it was too risky but if he didn't go along with Sherry, she'd already made it clear she would cut him off. And after last night, after that fantastic fuck she'd given him, after the way she'd turned him on so wildly with his aunt, how could he say no?

"Okay. Let's get the snotty little bitch."

Sherry grinned, licking her lips. "Then all we need is some rope. You and I will give her the rest of it, right, Jimmy?"

"Right out." He reached over and fondled one of Sherry's luscious tits against her jersey. "How about a little action right now, Sherry? A warm up, you know?"

"Save it for Amy Harris. That's what I'm gonna do."

Jimmy stand at Sherry, awed by the overnight change in her. She was suddenly so cool, so sure of herself, so weird and diabolical she almost frightened him at time, like now. From the blaze in her wide green eyes, she looked like she could eat Amy Harris alive, from her toes to her flaming red hair.

He didn't know how his aunt had done it, but cute little Sherry Hawkins was suddenly a wild, passion-crazed swinger.

"Oh, one more thing," Sherry said with a lewd grin. "Well need some sugar… lots of it."

Amy Harris wasn't at all dumb, but she was extremely vain about her tits, and every night before she went to bed she did her breast exercises for fifteen minutes. First, she lovingly stroked and pulled at her ravishing tits, imagining them bigger and more lush than ever, so proud and lusciously curved, boys stopped on the street to whistle. Then she clenched her hands tightly in front of her and flexed her tit-muscles with all her might for ten minutes, a secret she'd read in a confessional magazine. She'd been doing the exercises since she was twelve, and now at eighteen her tits were so majestic and inspiring, she was the envy of every girl in town.

But she was still a virgin. After countless battles in the back seats of can with countless lustful boys, she'd always emerged victorious. She always managed to persuade them to lick the sugar off her tits, which thrilled her deeply, and then successfully fought off any further attempts to screw her. The other girls in school all called her a pricktease, not to mention most of the boys, but that didn't bother the sexy redhead. The simple fact was, she was hard to get.

"I'm saving it for my wedding night," she always told her frantic dates. "If all you want it some little tramp, there are plenty of those little skits around," she added coldly.

At eight o'clock she changed clothes for the evening, selecting a curve-hugging miniskirt that emphasized her cute ass and, of course, her superb tits. She almost always carried a small box of sugar in her purse, just in case. But tonight she knew she wouldn't need it. Tonight she was meeting Sherry Hawkins because the blonde had called her this afternoon and told her she had a terrific secret for her, about a boy who was madly in love with her. She wouldn't tell her anything else on the phone, and Amy snapped eagerly at the bait, dying to know who it was.

Secretly, she didn't approve of Sherry because she suspected Sherry wasn't even a virgin, and besides, she drank wine and smoked grass, two vices that filled Amy Harris with snobbish honor. Amy knew she was a good girl because she didn't smoke, drink or fuck, and she was proud of herself. As for ha little sugar-licking vice, well, how else would boys find out how beautiful and delicious her tits were?