Foreword
"Suck that cock, bitch! Suck it!" Boyd Dexter said as he thrust his thick prick tip up between her protesting lips. Hope Hills jerked her head around like a mad woman trying to deny him entry. But, there was only so much thrashing around she could do being tied down to the bed as she was. He clearly had the upper hand. And the larger cock. He stuck it between her hot, drooling lips and felt the hard row of her teeth press against the his cock slit.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Hope said deliriously.
If Boyd hadn't known better, he would have sworn she had been taken with a bout of the fever.
Hope's pussy quivered and oozed juice over the thrilling prospect of getting such a long, fat hot and ready cock thrust up her cunt.
Boyd's wife eyed them from her trussed up position on the chaise lounge nearby. How she envied her friend for getting her husband's cock like that. Not that the man whipping her now with his own cowhide belt wasn't something. He clearly was.
Rugged, muscled and athletic, the guy was a stud as hot as any she had ever fantasized about. She stuck her tongue out a little in anticipation of getting this new plaything rammed down her throat.
The man responded to her pleas.
"You want some cock, don't you bitch!" he snarled. "Well, you're gonna get it. Just as soon as I whip the shit out of you."