Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

She obeyed at once, sinking her teeth carefully into the powerfully stiffening rod of flesh, ten resuming her hot sucking. His prick had a pungent exciting taste, she realized. She began moaning, enjoying his hot thrilling cock.

Suddenly he slipped his rod out and an instant later the excruciating pain lashed at her tortured ass again. She shuddered and sobbed.

"No," he said sharply. "You're not using your tongue correctly. Try licking and sucking my balls."

He edged down further and immediately Laura's wet tongue darted out in her mouth and sucked hotly, feeling it swell with gratitude. Then the tormented brunette repeated the ritual with his other ball, his prick hardening with pleasure against her cheek.

"Very, very good," he grunted. Encouraged, she nudged deeper and flicked her tongue up his asshole. "Oh beautiful," he gasped, writhing his rough ass around her lips. "Eat it."

Laura obeyed eagerly, snaking her tongue in wriggling spasm up his anus, her nose crushed to his heavy balls. After two minutes he slid back and she braced herself for the whip.

"No wonder Sherry loved it," he panted. "Now suck me off until I come. You have exactly…" He glanced at his watch. "Three minutes and not a second more. After that, you've had it. Start."

Sobbing with humiliation and fear, Laura sucked his prick deep into her mouth. She began pumping her hungry lips furiously on his throbbing meat, sucking hotly to batter his knob against her throat. She bobbed her head frantically up and down, then sharply from side to side, hearing his groans of excitement with relief. For ten precious seconds, she paused with only the head of his burning dick in her mouth, teasing it with her teeth and tongue, praying for his boiling load.

Above her, Carter twined his fingers in her shimmering long hair and began to jerk his pelvis brutally, shoving his meat far into her madly sucking mouth. What a blow-job! Fear was the key, he'd long ago discovered. He twitched the lashes very gently across her buttocks and was rewarded with a frenzied burning tongue along the length of his rod. Her hot pussy was nothing compared to her frantic mouth! He could feel her suction like an electric current all the way down to his swollen balls. His testicles slapped loudly against her chin as he fucked her lewdly in her lovely mouth, wincing with pleasure when her teeth carefully bit his knob.

"Twenty seconds," he warned her cruelly, "nineteen, eighteen, ummmmmminn!! Oh you beautiful cocksucker… fourteen, thirteen, suck, you lovely bitch, suck! Nine, eight…"

Hysterically, bracing her burning ass-cheeks with all her strength, the terrified and excited brunette used her mouth like an insanely jerking pussy off his quivering meat. She stroked feverishly, sucking and clamping and tonguing, wishing her hands were free to jerk him off at the same time, counting three, two, one.

He burst in her throat. Deep moans of bliss and relief coming from her, Laura devoured the spurting juices, still bobbing and weaving her head to thrill him, swallowing it in a fever of enjoyment. How she loved hot sticky come oozing and tickling down her throat!

"Aaaaaah, very good, Miss Swenson," he sighed. "Best blow-job of my life, in fact. You're quite a woman. Too bad you'll be out of town in an hour or two. You will, won't you?"

"Yes," Laura moaned frantically, "I swear it!"

"Yes," he agreed in a deadly voice. "We don't want the scandal, do we? I won't have my daughter's name dragged into anything sordid. Now, do you think you've learned a valuable lesson here?"

"Yes…" she moaned. "Please untie me now. I'll leave. Just let me go."

For a few minutes Carter Hawkins stood over the bed, fondling the whip in his fingers, thinking. He watched her voluptuous nakedness tremble in anticipation and fear, observed the red welts covering her creamy ass and smooth back. It was a shame she had to go. He still had the blonde, but he was tired of her. But if the librarian stayed, succulent pussy and irresistible ass, there would be too much trouble to handle.

A solution flashed in his mind – terrible, and yet perfectly dangerous and yet fantastically exciting.

"If I ever see you again after tonight," Carter Hawkins told Laura in an ominous voice, "you will end up in an insane asylum. Is that clear?"

"Yes," she whispered, shivering.

To emphasize his point, he unleashed the whip just once, but it stung her naked ripe ass like a thousand volts of electric current. Then, without another word, he untied her, got dressed as she huddled in tenor on her bed, and left her house.

Her skin stinging and her ravaged ass barely able to move, Laura dressed and finished packing as quickly as she could. An hour later her car was headed toward San Francisco, and with every passing mile she began to breathe easier. Damn, what an incredible week! Corrupting her nephew, his girl friend and then being tortured and thrilled by the girl's handsome father. Only the beginning, she promised herself.

Sherry got home at three, famished. She'd been smoking dope all day and planning parties with Amy and Jimmy. They hadn't made it again, though, trying to decide on a fourth person for tonight. In the kitchen her mother was chopping vegetables, her face tense and anxious as usual. Poor mother, Sherry sympathized, a real zombie. She began making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Your father is up in your room, Sherry. He's been waiting for you all afternoon. He wants to talk to you."

Sherry froze. "About what?"

"I don't know," her mother sighed. "He seems angry, though. I think you should see him first and eat later."

Oh. Jesus, she thought with a stab of fear. He couldn't possibly know, could he? Her father, by anyone's standards, was one stern son-of-a-bitch. Trembling, Sherry put her sandwich down on the table. No one kept Carter Hawkins waiting.

Reluctantly, she went upstairs. He sat quietly with his leg crossed on her overstuffed chair. "Shut the door," he said softly, "and lock it, Sherry."

She obeyed him. She faced him, biting her lip. "Come sit next to me," he said in that deadly quiet voice. Sherry did as she was told. She didn't dare look at his icy handsome profile. How could he know? She sat on the edge of the chair and watched his fingers methodically open his briefcase.

He took her blue diary out and handed to her.

"Oh my God," Sherry moaned, afraid to move. "Oh, Christ!"

"Sherry," he said in a strange, heavy voice, "there coma a time when a father must exert discipline. Understand that, child. I know what you have done, every filthy detail. It's all there, in your journal of obscenity. Turn the radio on, please."

Barely daring to breathe, Sherry went over to her bedside radio and switched it on. Loud rock music filled the room. With her eyes downcast, the young girl went back to her father and stood before him, waiting.

"Daddy, I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I couldn't help it, honest. I just went crazy with sex…"

"Take your jeans down," he said. "I haven't spanked you since you were six, but you must be punished."

Obediently, with shaking hands, Sherry slipped her jeans off her legs. She stood before him in sheer black panties. His eyes bored at her tawny plump thighs, and the blonde girl felt a shudder of eerie excitement. She was only half-naked, with her T-shirt still hugging her blossoming tits, and yet she felt a wildly lewd excitement with her own handsome father as she trembled before him.

"Sit over my lap," he ordered hoarsely. Humbly, Sherry hunched over his thighs, her belly on one leg and her tits on the other. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his hands slide her panties down over her thighs, baring her naked ass.

"Don't hurt me, Daddy," she begged. "Please!" Carter Hawkins took a deep shaking breath. He stared raptly down at his daughter's juicy young ass-cheeks, feeling his prick throb with urgent power. He began stroking her silky ass-flesh with his fingers feverishly, spreading the cheeks apart to gaze at her succulent pink pussy, so tiny and vulnerable.