Chapter 8
"Fantastic!" David said.
And, as usual, he had not disappointed Helga with his response. In fact, he had seemed so enthusiastic about the small selection of bondage-and-discipline accoutrements Helga had shown him on the spur of the moment that Helga suspected David was either a natural to the b-and-d scene or else he had dabbled in it in the past.
"Never," David told her when Helga suggested he might have been no novice to the scene. "Oh, once I tied a girl to the bed and went down on her; but, Christ, never with handcuffs and masks, and all of this stuff."
"When you tied this girl up and went down on her, what did you feel?" Helga asked. There was no way she couldn't have been curious. It seemed unbelievable that in one evening she had come across a stud who, one, might show her a good time personally in bed; and, two, who might be an invaluable addition to her select staff of young men she used as procurers of women for several "specialized" paying customers. Three, David might take to bondage and discipline like a duck took to water. Actually, the latter was probably the rarest type of man to come across of them all. Some guys, who were quite turned on by the whole thing, didn't have the control necessary to become really adept at the art. And it was an art. So, Helga couldn't really be sure, without a little experimentation, that David was really one of that very special breed who not only had an interest but a capacity to excel; but, she had a gut-feeling that he did. And Helga, with over thirty years of the business to her credit, had an uncanny ability for weeding out the chaff from the grain.
"I really got off on it," David finally got around to replying to Helga's question. And, his answer hadn't been a lie. Georgia had once let him handcuff her (he couldn't have confessed to Helga about having used handcuffs-that smacking too much of police) to the bed while he had eaten out her pussy.
"And the young woman's reaction?"
David gave a little noncommittal shrug that told Helga to draw her own conclusions. The shrug also seemed to insinuate that there was very little David could do sexually that didn't please any partner. In truth, though, Georgia had gotten a little paranoid during the ordeal, in spite of her obvious enjoyment. David somehow believed Georgia would have to get in an awful lot of practice before she could really let herself go in any bondage-and-discipline situation.
David, on the other hand, was also a little unsure about his own capabilities in such a scene. Granted, he had gotten a big charge out of knowing he had (if just for the few minutes Georgia had allowed it) the woman completely under his control; but, David hadn't really had all that much opportunity to discover whether or not that was really his bag. That Helga might actually be suggesting the two of them indulge in something that went beyond simple fucking was a bonus of which David was more than willing to take advantage while the opportunity presented itself.
Of course, it might get a little sticky if Helga's lawyers brought it up in court if Helga were ever brought to trial in connection with those b-and-d rapes. Didn't the mere fact that she had the equipment handy bring her one step closer to potential involvement in the abduction and molestation of the Henning and the Lane women? However, if David played his cards right, it would end up being his word against Helga's. And who was going to take the word of a woman who had participated in the rape of one of her own sex over the policeman who had played a key part in apprehending her?
"Would you like to tie my wrists here to the bed and go down on me?" Helga asked, selecting two lengths of rope from the drawer. Then, as if in afterthought, she put back the ropes and picked, instead, two pair of handcuffs.
David gave an involuntary swallow that coincided to the sudden throbbing of his hard cock inside of his trousers. While his cock had gotten stiff earlier in the evening (during the slow dancing with Helga), there was no denying that talk of ropes was making his cock all that much stiffer.
"Maybe these handcuffs?" Helga suggested in alternative. 'They're so convenient, after all, and let everybody get down to basics faster, without having to worry about whether or not one has tied a proper knot."
David felt a sudden twinge of fear, wondering if Helga's switching to handcuffs might possibly have been a veiled revelation that she knew all along that he was a policeman.
But no! How could she know? Besides, if Helga were suspicious, wouldn't it have been more logical for her to suggest that she handcuff David to the bed, and not vice versa?
"You'd trust me to do it?" David asked. It seemed impossibly strange-if exciting-that a woman he had just met would risk turning herself so completely over to him; where Georgia-who knew he wasn't a Dr. Jekell ready for a conversion into a Mr. Hyde-had been so obviously shaken by the mere few minutes she had surrendered herself to David's control.
"I'm a very good judge of character," Helga said. "Anyway, I haven't yet let someone tie me up who didn't have the capacity to handle the situation with the skill and intelligence demanded of him. Or her,' she added as an afterthought, giving David a conspiratorial smile that made David's cock gush pre-seminal liquid as a direct result of David's sudden visions of Helga engaged in a Lesbian b-and-d relationship.
"Come on," Helga said, carrying the handcuffs and leading the way to the bed.
With a swiftness that had David wondering if Helga weren't wearing one of those breakaway burlesque costumes, Helga was naked, her dress, slip, panties and brassiere in a puddling of silk around her feet.
Helga snapped one metal bracelet of one handcuff to her left wrist. She then fastened one metal bracelet of the other handcuff to her right wrist. She dropped to the bed, extending her arms upward and outward.
"Your having complete control is only a matter of a couple of short 'snaps' away," Helga said, smiling up at David from the bed. She gave an accompanying upward roll of her hips that caused her blonde-haired pussy to move in seductive invitation.
David walked to the bed, wiping sweaty palms on the pants he still wore. He reached for the handcuff dangling from Helga's left wrist, hooking the empty bracelet around one of the ornate wooden dowels conveniently placed within the design of the headboard. The resulting click of metal against metal caused a shiver to travel up David's arms and down through his taut belly to his croch.
"Handcuff me, stud," Helga said by way of invitation. "Handcuff me to the bed until I can't possibly get free, and then do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want, stud. Whatever you want to do with that big foot of hard cock you've been promising me."
David walked around the bed, surprised to find his palms so sweaty. Christ, hadn't he just wiped them off on his pants but seconds before? As a matter-of-fact, they were so sweaty that the handcuff on Helga's right wrist almost slipped free of David's control before he could secure it to the wooden dowel positioned across from the other one on the headboard.
"Yes, stud. Yes, master," Helga said, grinding her lower body as if her hair-fringed cunt was already plugged chock full of huge male cock. "Make your slave obey. Make her do whatever you want her to do."
And David wasn't exactly comfortable with the new sensations washing through him. It was a strange mixture of anticipation and fear. Anticipation of what was going to happen next. Fear that he would somehow let things get out of hand. While he had never felt on the verge of losing his cool with Georgia that time they had attempted bondage-and-discipline games, that had been an entirely different scene from this. This time, David obviously had as a partner someone who could really get turned on to b-and-d sex. Helga apparently wasn't at all afraid of what was going to happen to her, was she? It actually appeared as if she were experiencing just the opposite of fear:
"Fuck me, master!" Helga begged, surprised at just how hot she really was. Oh, granted, some of it was pure show. Some of any session was pure show. But there was undeniably something inside of Helga's body that was coming to life here-a certain something that only blossomed anymore on the rarest of occasions. "You want my cunt, then take it, master! You want my mouth, then screw it, master! You want my cunt, or my mouth, or my ass, then screw.. . hump . . . fuck . . . the shit out of all of them!"
Helga lifted her legs, giving David a tantalizing peek at the rosy red ass pucker connected to the bottom veeing of Helga's cunt by a dark stretch of flesh.
David stepped back from the bed, feeling dizzy. Yes, goddamn it, dizzy! This broad-this whole scene-was getting to him!
And what was there about Helga being handcuffed and captive which had gotten David to such a fever pitch that his cock was even then threatening to blast a premature ejaculation into the cupping crotch of
David's juice-soaked underpants?
"Come on, master," Helga pleaded, her voice filled with a genuine need to have David's big cock shoved somewhere inside of her. Whether into her mouth, into her cunt, or into her ass-whether David chose to jack his big prick off within the deep cleavage of Helga's breasts-it didn't really matter. What did matter was that David do something and do it fast.
Helga's body was forced to shudder with the possibility that David wasn't going to do anything but stand there. Wasn't that one hell of a horrible thought: Helga latching onto someone who got off by doing nothing? How additionally ironic in that Helga so very seldom found a man capable of turning her on to just the degree David managed to do.
However, Helga needn't have worried. While David was pausing mainly because of the uniqueness of his present situation, there was no way he would be pausing indefinitely-even if he had wanted to. Which, by the way, he certainly did not!
"Let me see it, then, stud," Helga said, her hips still busy fucking apparently phantom cock. "At least pull out that prick of yours and let me look at it. Do that much for Christ's sake!"
Oh, yes, David was prepared to do that much, all right. He was prepared to go even further.
David sat in a chair positioned close to the bed. He took off both of his boots and socks. He stood, curling his bare toes into the thick piling of the rug. He began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Yes . . . yes," Helga encouraged, wondering if David were simply out to tease her more. She could still imagine how he might strip down completely, let her see his stiff meatiness without making any real moves to give to her. Maybe he would masturbate while watching her go through her lewd posturings.
Well, if David had any thoughts whatsoever of pulling that kind of a weird number on Helga, he was destined to be frustrated. Helga, no matter what David had been led to believe, was not as helpless as she might then appear.
David's shirt and undershirt were removed, peeled away to reveal the policeman's well-delineated pectorals and scalloped abdominals. His nipples, in indication of the fever-pitch excitement David was already experiencing, were hard, dime-sized nubbins, their erected centers jutting out from their surrounding aureoles.
David dropped his trousers to a rumpled pool around his bare feet, his groin concealed now only beneath the stretch of his cotton underpants. The material of his shorts at his groin had gotten so soaked from the copious leakage from David's cock mouth that it was transparent, revealing to view the fleshy color and outline of the massive hunk of phallic meatiness laid with its back against David's belly.
Helga's eyes went wide from the sight of what was now evident between David's legs. Oh, the woman had known David had one hell of a big cock (she had felt it pressed against her cunt while dancing, hadn't she?), but she had never dreamed the reality was quite so stupendous, in that cocks were often made to seem bigger when stroked through several layers of clothing.
"Oh, master, your slave is just waiting for you to feed her full of your goodness," Helga said, her voice gone breathless with anticipation. "Don't keep me waiting. Jesus, please, don't keep me waiting!"
The only thing that was keeping David waiting was his continued fear that it wasn't going to take all of that much to get his balls to blasting. Yes, goddamn it, he was that hot! So, what in the hell was Helga going to think of her stud master if he shot off his rocks before he even got his cock inserted into even one of those holes she kept inviting him to feed with his stiff prick? Hell, she would probably think David was a fucking novice! And, he sure as hell wasn't a novice, was he? Hell, no! He had been having sex now for years, and years, and years. Ever since his cock had blasted into his sister's stroking hand in the woods behind their home.
And where in the hell was Diana? And, why in the hell had David chosen this particular moment to think of Diana? Maybe because Georgia's new roommate was called Diana? Maybe because that Diana actually seemed to resemble David's sister-or at least look the way David remembered his sister as looking. Christ, how long had it been since David had seen his sister? Definitely over ten years. Over.. . ten. . .fucking.. . years!
But, whatever thoughts about his sister had been allowed to creep into his thinking, they weren't long-lived. Because a man would have had to be less than human to keep very long thinking of another woman when he had Helga Svenson's naked body there on the bed for the taking, when he had Helga begging louder and faster for the feel of David's cock deep inside of her.
"Spear me with that cock of yours!" Helga begged, licking her lips as David's thumbs finally hooked the elastic waistband of his shorts and tugged the material downward.
Helga watched fascinated as first David's pulpy cock head and then his massive cock neck came into full view. The moisture (all of which had, once upon a time, exited from the mouth of David's pouting prick) had glossed David's rubbery cock corona and had slicked his wrist-thick mast that was capped at one end by David's cock glans and at the other end by the blond hair sprouted from David's muscled lower belly.
Helga could feel a new gushing of her natural lubricating juices into her sexual pit that sunk inward between the meeting point of her milky thighs. When David ever did get around to driving his phallic truncheon into Helga's awaiting guts, there was no doubt at all that Helga would have a pussy oiled more than sufficiently to take even David's gargantuan dimensions.
David's underpants were off. He had just stepped out of them, leaving their damp-crotched piling atop his already discarded pants. He tentatively reached his right hand down to his hard prick and lightly let his fingers caress upward.
David's large cock pulsed noticeably, a contraction of David's groin muscles bringing the back of David's penis to a hard slapping against the man's ridged belly. A sunburst of juices formed around David's navel, splattered there from David's wet prick mouth.
Large, cum-filled balls, held suspended in David's hair-furred scrotal sac, but not dropped as low as normally because of the passion which had already contracted the sexual bag to a grapefruit-sized ball between David's legs, moved with a life all of their own. Blond pubic hair moved like buoys on shifting seas as scrotal skin shifted sensuously beneath anchored hair roots.
"You master stud!" Helga said, her body glossed with the perspiration arisen as a result of her continued gyrations on the bed. Both of her wrists had chafed against the metal of the binding handcuffs, the resulting pinkness matching the delicate wetness of the slice cut vertically through the hair of Helga's sexually excited cunt. "You . . . handsome . . . master . . . stud."
David approached the bed, drawn to it like a large iron filing to a magnet. Whether he was calmed down sufficiently to deliver a long and drawn-out fuck or not was no longer of importance; because, his inner needs were demanding that he proceed. His cock was hard for fucking. Helga's cunt was obviously juiced for a hearty screwing.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes!" Helga chanted, encouraged by the fact that David was not only naked but was in movement toward her. "Show me who's boss! Show me that there's nothing whatsoever I can do to stop the spearing of your hard prick into my insides."
As if there were any chance that Helga could have possibly wanted to stop him! Christ, no! Her pussy was just aching to get fucked. If this stud knew nothing else about screwing, he did sure as hell know how to get a girl all aching for the feel of him. In fact, Helga's show of desire was substantially less of an act than it might have been originally.
"You're my fucking prisoner," David said, feeling simultaneously ridiculous and excited by his sudden decision join further in the game-playing.
"Yes, your prisoner," Helga agreed, her ass coming up off the bed and stirring her cunt around a nonexistent prick.
"My slave!" David said. "You're my slave!"
"Yes. Jesus, yes!" Helga bellowed. "Your slave. Your fucking slave. At your mercy. At . . . your . . . goddamn . . . fucking . . . mercy."
"I'm going to screw you," David said, crawling up on the bed, moving in between Helga's legs, all the while noting how Helga's thighs came wider apart for him.
Would a real victim have been so wilting to accommodate her attacker? Wouldn't a real victim have been kicking out to keep David at distance for the longest possible time?
But Helga wasn't, after all, really a victim, was she? And David wasn't really her attacker, was he? They were both playing a charade. And, unlike the probable reality of genuine bondage and rape, both Helga and David did want this to happen.
And, by God, it was going to happen!
"I'm gong to fuck you, bitch!" David told her, rearing up on his knees before Helga so as to give a final flaunt of his swollen foot of phallic meatiness before David risked its exquisitely delicious drive into the clutching depths of Helga's pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Helga moaned, in spite of herself. It was just that David's prick looked so goddamned big as Helga's glance swept upward from David's massive balls to his pulpy cock head. His prick looked monstrous and frightening; it looked as if it definitely had the power to give Helga the pleasurable pain she was expecting from it.
For a few seconds longer, David stayed positioned right where he was, a slight movement of his body making his prick weave back and forth like an obscenely phallic metronome. More juices bubbled free of his cock mouth and drooled to form a transparent, syrupy veneering on his bulbous prick glans. Helga decided those juices looked just right for lapping; and, she wondered what the taste of them would be. Men's sexual juices-pre-cum and sperm-seemed never to be the same from one man to the next. Helga would have bet money that David's sticky lubricant would be tasty beyond belief. On the other hand, as much as Helga would have enjoyed a hearty sampling on her taste buds, she still felt she would prefer David ramming his primed penis into the juicy slash waiting between Helga's shapely legs.
"Drive it up my cunt, master stud!" Helga commanded, hoping that her insistence might well persuade David to pick the hole Helga had chosen as the most suitable for this first fuck together. "Shove it in so deep that I hear and feel your bulky balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Can you do that, stud? Can you? Can you?"
"You're going to get fucked all right," David told her, at that moment committed-whether or not he was due for a premature ejaculation or not. Actually, he had probably only increased his chances of before-desired orgasm by having delayed as long as he had. Because, over the preceding minutes, David's excitation had been on the increase, hadn't it? His phallic sword was virtually trembling with its need to find a suitable sheathe. And David, like Helga, had decided the sheathe would be the woman's hair-fringed pussy-if only because this scene was unique enough in its own right without opting for the kinkiness of anal or oral sex.
Not that David hadn't fucked his share of ass holes and mouths. Not that David wouldn't have liked fucking Helga's ass hole or mouth. However, the first time-this time-he would plug her cunt; because, Helga obviously wanted David's prick stuck there; and, Helga's pussy was obviously primed and ready for the sticking.
"Want it in your cunt, slave?" David asked, extending the fingers of his left hand forward so that his fingertips jabbed the opening of Helga's cuntal slice to get damp in the liquids that were juicing at the opening. "Sure as hell, then, that is what you are going to get. Man-cock. . . . " (My God, he had almost said "cop-cock") . . . "right up your tight and spasming pussy."
And, David's right hand fisted his turgid cock shaft, prying it downward (Jesus, it hurt where its stiffness caused a pulling where his thick cock inches were anchored to his belly!), so that his sticky cock head slipped through the blonde hair bushing Helga's vagina. David's fist-like cock crown met and slipped sensuously along Helga's cuntal slash.
"Ohhhhh, yessss," Helga moaned, quite forgetting, for the moment, that her role in this little charade was supposedly that of an unwilling victim-and not a willing participant.
With a sudden thrust, David flicked his hips forward, driving his blood-engorged prick deep into Helga's narrow cuntal slicing, spearing the horny blonde woman without mercy.
David fell forward, dropping his hard chest to Helga's firm breasts, his belly to Helga's belly, his cock to its balls up Helga's clutching cunt.
"Ooooouuunngghhhh!" Helga moaned, quite beside herself with pain and pleasure, her hips thrusting upward to grind her blonde pubic hair hard against the blond pubic curls grown about the roots of David's thoroughly en lodged prick.
David drew his hard-on out to the point where its bulbous head was al that remained shoved into Helga's juicy sexual depths. The visible inches of David's prick were glossed with those lubricating oils which had been smeared on it up Helga's spasming pussy.
David thrust his hips forward again, pushing on and on until Helga's body was jerking madly from the plunge of David's fleshy shaft inside the very center of the woman's being. Waves of painful ecstasy came crashing through her as Helga felt every part of her insides filled to the brim. The ridged flesh of Helga's pussy insides were inflamed by the friction that accompanied the drive of David's cock. Helga's cunt sleeve formed a searing enclosure around David's entire cock meatiness.
"Love it, don't you, slave?" David grunted, finding it necessary to use all of his mental control to keep his primed cock from firing prematurely.
Helga's mouth opened and shut, her answer being only a short series of mewled groans. Jesus, was there any doubt that she was enjoying?
David's hips flicked again, once again having pulled his cock out to its head before fucking it deeply back into Helga's trembling belly.
"Tell me how you love it," David insisted, hoping that by focusing on Helga, he could somehow keep his own swelling ecstasy in abeyance. "Come on, slave bitch! Tell me! Tell me how you fucking love the feel of my huge foot of cock spearing your helpless pussy."
"Ugh . . . master . . . master . . . master," Helga chanted, her hips on the roll. David's hard cock stirred . . . stirred . . . stirred. "I fucking love . . . love . . . oh, Jesus, love.. . the feel of your.. . ohhhhhh.. . cock.. . foot.. . foot.. . of.. . hard, hard . . . cock.. . oh, cock . . . oh, cock!"
"Yea," David verified, "you do, don't you?"
"Y-yes. Y-yes," Helga affirmed, quite beside herself with the pleasure of having the meatiness of this handsome stud wedged so deeply inside of her. "Oh, y-yes . . . y-yes . . . Y-YES!"
"Then beg me for it, bitch!" David ordered, pulling his cock out so far that Helga's hungry cunt lips were gumming the groove formed where David's cock corona flared outward from David's thick cock neck. "Beg me to give it to you . . . hard and fast.. . and deep!"
"Fuck me!" Helga bellowed in compliance, meaning every damned word of her request. "Fuck me hard and fast and deep with that luscious, luscious foot of stiff male prick jutting from your muscled belly!"
David slipped his hands beneath Helga's smoothly rounded buttocks, simultaneously beginning a slow and rhythmic thrusting cadence that would soon have him building to climax.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," Helga groaned, her pursed lips bubbling saliva, her cunt bubbling thick, oil-like juices. "That feels so . . . so . . . so . . . fucking good!"
David fucked in and out of Helga's tightly clenched pussy in long, smooth strokes, driving his cock up and into Helga's moist cunt as that cunt clasped and then released . . . clasped and then released.. . .
Then, as if he were the natural at bondage and discipline that Helga had supposed, David let his right fuck-finger slide deep into the crease of Helga's buttocks to make contact with the woman's rosy red anal pucker waiting there. The tip of David's finger invaded the tiny opening.
"Grrruuunnnghhh!" Helga groaned in response, her sounding a signaling of the latest burst of pleasure/pain being given to her by David's finger working deeper and deeper up Helga's ass hole. Helga's groaning continued, mellowing eventually into softly mewling sounds as David's thick digit wormed its way deeper yet into the rubbery depths that stretched open all around it.
David's cock was fucking wildly now . . . in and out of Helga's accommodating pussy. David continued to quicken his fuck strokes until Helga was on fire with exquisite flares of flame that singed her loins and quivering belly before soaring through the rest of her body.
Helga was obviously a woman possessed, her insane passion suddenly blotting out everything else except the ecstatic pleasures of David's hotly driving penis and David's deeply skewering finger.
Again and again, David's lengthy cock shaft penetrated the wet-warm interior of Helga's fucked cunt. And David's prick was throbbing with its impending climax.
"Ohhhhhh, God! I'm cummmmming. I'm.. . oh, my God! I'm . . . cummmming!" Helga bellowed loudly in a weird, rhythmical screaming. "I'm cummmming! I'm cummmming! I'M CUMMMMMMMMING!"
David felt his cunt-massaged prick expand in its own agonizing spasms. The insides of David's testicles seemed to explode and split wide open.
White-hot liquid sperm raced through the total length of David's rock-hard prick, and then it went spraying violently into the awaiting depths of Helga's contracting belly. David's cum, once released, mingled with Helga's lubricating juices, the resulting flood so profuse that its excess was backed up to the point of leaking from between Helga's cock-plugged cuntal lips. Then, lewd rivulets of the stuff trickled free to run down along the soft whiteness of Helga's sweaty thighs.
With a loud sigh, David collapsed on Helga's voluptuous body.
However, David wasn't anywhere near being finished for the evening. He was so keyed that he was good for several more screws, all of which he delivered while Helga was handcuffed to the bed.
And Helga, through the whole pleasurable ordeal, stayed right where she was, never once letting David know that she could have opened her handcuffs at any time-they being of a special design used by magicians in various escape acts.
There was, after all, no way someone as smart as Helga Svenson was going to allow herself complete surrender to a stranger she had just that evening picked up in a bar. Women who did stupid things like that, especially in the b-and-d scene, were apt to come away more than worse for wear if they weren't damned careful.