Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

"… when she tied me down I was really scared at first, but I should have known I could trust… thought I would die when she licked my pussy but it was nothing compared to that giant cock she shoved up me! I honestly think eating her beautiful pussy was the greatest experience of my life, though I'll always remember the fantastic night she masturbated me and Jimmy at the same time – she's so wonderful and considerate! Jimmy's a good fuck but he really needs training… I'll work on it…?"

A deep rage began smoldering in his blood, so furious his fingers shook as he went forward a few pages.

"Never had so much fun in my life! Ate Amy Harris' pussy last night, and oh yummy, yummy! Technically, I took her cherry instead of Jimmy because I finger-fucked her first and licked off the blood. Mmmmmmmm! Amy is absolutely crazy about me now and she'll do anything in the world for me. That's good shit, because her and I and Jimmy are going to start some parties this fall in school that will blow some minds to kingdom come! (Come?) Oh, Laura, how you turned me on. Ate your gorgeous pussy in my dreams last night."

Very slowly, Carter Hawkins closed the diary with shaking hands. In a daze he brought it downstairs and put it in his briefcase. He picked up the phone and dialed the library. When he found out Laura Swenson had called in sick he dammed the phone down so hard he almost smashed it. He checked the phone directory for her address. Then he went out to his car with a look of terrible rage on his handsome face.

Wearing nothing beneath her robe, Laura was halfway through her packing when the doorbell buzzed. She glanced at her watch anxiously. Ten-thirty. She went downstairs, opened the door and felt the probing finger of fear in her stomach. She recognized Carter Hawkins.

"Good morning, Miss Swenson," he said pleasantly. His face was taut, but his eyes were friendly, almost warm. "Can I talk to you about Sherry for just a minute, please?"

"Well, I'm terribly busy, Mr. Hawkins. Could you come back this afternoon about one?"

"It'll only take a minute," he assured her smoothly. "You see, its about her writing ability. Yes, Sherry is a writer," he added at the look of surprise on her face. "Very promising. All I want from you is a brief opinion."

The brunette heaved a sigh of enormous relief. "Come right in," she said, opening the door wide. She closed the door, locked it, and suddenly felt her wrist seized in a grip of steel. She cried out in agony.

"You filthy depraved bitch!" he hissed, his eyes blazing like coals. "You Goddamned slut. My eighteen-year old daughter! Your nephew! Where's your bedroom? Where!"

The pain in Laura's clamped wrist was so fierce she could barely whisper. "Up-upstairs. I'll show you."

He dragged and tugged at her mercilessly as he went up the stair, ignoring her when she fell twice. Tenor welled up in the trembling librarian's heart like a suffocating cloud. He knew, he knew everything, and although Laura was hardly religious, she began to pray silently, with all her might.

Still clamping her wrist ferociously, Carter flung his briefcase down and with his other hand ripped open her robe savagely. For a moment his eyes burned on her creamy naked tits and silken nest. He clutched one of her ripe tits in his hand and squeezed so harshly she almost fainted.

"Evil bitch," he hissed. "So you like to tie little girls down, do you? Like teasing, eh? Get the ropes and the dildo. Get them!"

He flung her down on the floor. Sobbing, Laura got up and opened the dresser drawer and took out the cords and the monstrous prick. She held them out, shaking.

"Tie down the ropes," he snapped, taking off his jacket. "Keep your mouth shut, don't beg, don't argue, don't scream. Do exactly as you're told, bitch."

Her heart racing wildly with fear, Laura hurried to obey. He wasn't dragging her down to the police station, at least. It was vengeance he wanted. But the rage seething in him was so terrifying Laura almost wished at that moment he would take her to the police. When the ropes were secured, she faced him, her knees trembling. He was naked, his lean sinewy body radiating fury and power. His long prick bristled, fully hard, red with blood.

Good God, thought Laura, he's excited! He just found out I seduced his daughter and he's horny! What kind of a bizarre man was Carter Hawkins?

He opened his briefcase, took out a thick blue book and then a vicious, shiny black whip with thong trailing to the floor.

"Oh no," Laura moaned helplessly. "Please, I never hurt her…"

"Shut up!"

Instantly, she bit her lip, knowing she had to obey and submit completely.

"Lie on the bed, face down, arms and legs out. Not a sound, not a word."

Hurriedly, she lay down, her breath coming in fearfully loud rasps. Her naked white ass twitched in horrified anticipation as he roughly bound her wrists and ankles, making the knots so tight she held her breath to keep from crying. When she was tied, he stepped back, staying in her view. An obscene milky drop oozed from the huge head of his rod, but he seemed suddenly calm now that she was utterly helpless. He picked up the whip and began caressing it in his fingers as he talked.

"So you like to torment and suck off helpless children, do you? Ever try it with a real man? A little pain, a little pleasure, just nibbling on the fringes of passion, toying with it – that's your obsession, whore. Well, believe me, you have no idea what pain or pleasure is. But you will in a minute or two."

He paused, the lust building up tremendously in his hot loins. She was far more, beautiful than he expected, naked. Incredibly sexy tits and ass, soft creamy skin, long, voluptuously curved legs. His Wednesday-blonde was almost childish beside the brunette. And the picture of Sherry eagerly going down on her lush pussy flashed in his mind, firing his lust to an intense pitch.

He picked up the diary, opened it to a page, held the book with one hand and the butt of the whip with the other, its tails twitching murderously before Laura's eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed near her face and began reading an excerpt from the diary in a curiously church-like voice. While he mad, he trailed the thong of the whip over her ripely curved ass-checks in a gentle caress. The spread-eagled brunette barely heard the words as she gritted her teeth, waiting for the first stinging lash. After sixty seconds, the torture of suspense was worse than anything he might do. Her nerves began to quiver like a tuning-fork.

"… and when she stuck her tongue up my ass," he intoned solemnly, "I damn near fainted with excitement. I guess nothing is sacred when it comes to sex. Truly, I thought I would die when she rammed that giant prick inside my tight pussy! Yet she was so gentle…"

The scream that came from the shocked brunette's lips rang through the house in an echo. The whip had come down with shattering suddenness and her naked ass blazed with the fire of sheer pain. The instant Laura caught her breath, she bit off the scream. Team stung her eyes as she watched him calmly read.

"… sucking and fucking with Laura and Jimmy just has to be the wildest thing in creation! I guess I want to be just like Laura when I grow up…"

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!"

A dozen shattering lashes in a row and the wildfire in Laura's bright-red ass spread to every quivering inch of her velvety flesh. She tugged madly at her bonds.

"… never dreamed being jerked off by a beautiful woman could be so wild! The feel of her hot tits digging into my back, her passionate kisses on my throat and neck, her long hot finger up my cunt. Oh, crazy! Even her husky voice turns me on, makes my pussy quiver and drip like fire…"

"Unnnnnnngh!"

Her soft naked back this time, and the sheet of agony was so intense over her lush trembling curves she tied to beg for mercy but couldn't catch her breath.