Chapter 1
"Ohhhhh, Brad, Brad, don't . . . don't do this to me," Betty Williams pleaded, twisting on the large king-sized bed. Her long blonde hair tangled around her throat as she lay stretched out on the mattress, her right heel dangling over one edge.
"You wanted this, right? Come on, baby, you want this rope real bad," the tall, dark-haired stud said, swinging several lengths of half-inch line in front of Betty's face.
"No, no, that . . . that's not true!"
But she was lying through her teeth. This is what she'd been waiting for, the moment she'd both struggled against and prayed would happen. Bondage! Just thinking of the word sent shivery chills rushing up and down her flesh.
Never in her marriage had she thought of doing something as daring, as ... as twisted as this. But after all those long years of raising her daughter, Jacki, the world had started to close in on her. Sex-just regular, old fucking sex-just didn't seem to hold the key to free her mind any longer. She had to go further, explore what men like Brad Jackson could do to her.
"Oh no, no, please," she whimpered, drawing back on the bed.
Betty dragged her body up until she felt her spine touching the headboard. Her eyes widened, focusing first on the ropes that were still swinging from his fingers, then dropping down to the fat, eight-inch prick jerking from his groin. He was hung like a donkey! The woman had guessed that from the moment she'd met him. Already she could see that his balls were tightening, rising up against his fat cockroot while a drop of pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit. The black, wiry cockhairs bristled with excitement as he knelt there between her legs, glaring at her.
"The more you beg the hotter you get, you Goddamned bitch!" he growled, wiping the back of his lips with one hand.
The ropes were trembling in his fingers as he stared at her. There was no doubt that Betty Williams was an attractive woman not only for her age, but any age-large, firm, high-riding tits topped with long red nipples, a waspish waist bottomed out by narrowed hips and long, lithe legs. He smacked his lips, jerking his cock with one hand. "Oh no, no ... "
"You sent your fuckin' daughter outta the way so we could be alone. Hell, she don't even know I exist," he said, laughing softly.
With that Brad threw himself on top of the woman, grabbing her tits, squeezing them until Betty thought she would faint from the pain. Throwing back her head and beating her fists against the mattress, the attractive woman let out a cry of agony.
"Nooo, don't, don't ... oh God, you're . . . you're hurting me," she panted breathlessly.
His fingers crawled over her, the tips bruising her white, shivering flesh. She felt his hands moving up to her throat, the fingers encircling the base of her neck. He was squeezing, squeezing his hand around her windpipe while hunching his cock all along her furry cuntslit. Thoughts of men who enjoyed killing women while fucking them shot into her mind. She had wanted some bondage, some light S & M, but had never bargained for more!
"No, no ... "
Her words were becoming choked. Stars began to explode in front of her eyes. Brad was getting more and more excited, breathing with shallow gasps while hunching his cock harder and faster against her pussy slot.
"Ohhhh, baby, baby," he gasped, slowing down, easing the grip around her throat.
Betty sighed with relief, relaxing a little and enjoying that sexy sliding feel of his cock rubbing fresh life in her clit. Oh, it had been a long time-too long-since she'd done something like this with a man. She had spent all those years with her daughter, raising the girl, trying to be both mother and father while she ignored her own life. Only recently had her cunt begun to itch and ache violently, and her mind begun to focus on men-any man-as she walked down the street or shopped at the market.
"Touch my cock, bitch. Come on, bring that fuckin' hand down there and touch it, feel it up and down. You want it so Goddamned bad, then touch it!"
Betty bit her lower lip. This was the first time, she had gotten fucked since her husband had died nearly seven years ago. And she was lying with this animal, an animal she'd nearly bought and paid for to "give her the works."
"Squeeze it, baby, squeeze it up good. Feel the cum that I'm gonna dump in your fuckin' body," Brad growled through his teeth.
Betty moved her hand between their bellies, feeling her fingertips touching the long, hard prick. The woman moaned, her scalp crawling with delight. She was breathing hard, harder and more shallowly than Brad as she wrapped her fingers around his thick prick and started jerking the outer covering of his cockskin over the core.
How he groaned! How the big man shivered on top of her, banging his hips against hers while pressing his knees against her thighs. Brad was opening her up, splitting her apart before fucking her. Yes, yes, she wanted him to do everything to her all at once! It had been so long, so very long, since a man had touched her like this! Betty needed the roughness, the overpowering masculinity.
Betty felt his hand pressing against her cuntal mound once more. She cried out again and again, feeling him massage her pussy with sure, fast strokes.
"Cunt, baby, come on say it, cunt. That's what I'm gonna be fuckin' soon, your . . . cunt!"
"Cunt," she gasped back, feeling Brad rubbing her pussylips together.
As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, Betty started to rock her body back and forth. Her hands edged around his neck, pulling Brad more tightly down on top of her. Oh yes, yes, she was a whore, a rutting whore who couldn't say no to her attacker. He could do anything he wanted to her. But she wanted his cock, needed his prick up her cunt!
"Cunt, Betty, yeah, good hot cunt. You got it, man, got it real good ..."
Brad was flicking his tongue in one ear while he let one finger slip into her cunthole. Betty responded by clamping her legs hard together, rocking her body hard against his while filling the room with a series of sharp cries. It was a miracle, she thought, that the neighbors didn't call the police.
Two fingers were in her cunt, twisting around! It made Betty cry out again. She could feel her pussy muscles tightening, then spasming hard against Brad's invading digits. Her cunt was tugging at the fingers, milking them as if they were a cock. Oh yes, yes, she wanted that cock. Again the woman thought of his prick, of that fat, long cock hanging from his hairy crotch! In! In! Betty wanted that thing shoved all the way up her cunt!
"Fuck . . . fuck me, fuck me," she whispered daringly.
"Oh yeah, yeah gonna do just that. Knew it'd drive you nuts, that you'd be beggin' me for cock soon. Most chicks do."
Betty could feel his hairy, muscular legs shoving between her thighs. She threw her head from side to side, long strings of drool oozing from the corners of her lips. This was it! After seven long, dreary years she was going to have what she wanted. And it would be wonderful, so very, very good! She could feel his fingers tightening around her slender shoulders, his body pressing down hard against hers, his cock sliding up against her cuntlips. Betty sucked in a deep breath and held it, her eyes nearly popping from her head.
"Ohhhhhhhhh God, God, fuck, fuck me, fuck . . . fuck me ..." she cried.
The fat, spongy head of his prick was pressing up against her cuntlips, forcing the sticky outer labes apart. Just at that point, just at that critical moment when Betty felt the world swirling about her, Brad stopped, still holding her down to the bed.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
She felt him retreating, heard him laughing over her.
"No, no . . . want fuck . . . want . . . want fuck," she panted madly, scratching at him like a wild woman.
She was half-crazed with arousal. He had been teasing her all along, probing at her cunt with his cock only to pull it away at a critical moment. But this time Betty was sure he was about to fuck her. His control had seemed to melt under her wild thrashing and writhing. Oh God, she was so hot, so hot! Juice streamed from her cuntlips, dribbling down her thighs and oozing into her tight little asshole. Betty drew her knees up, rubbing her bare feet against the bed, listening to the squeaky groans of the mattress as her body rocked desperately for a fuck, for a wild, hot fuck!
"Nice, respectable housewife like you and you're ruttin' right there in your own sack like some kinda Hollywood slut," Brad said, his cockhead growing purple from the excitement.
"Fuck, fuck!"
Betty didn't care what he called her. In fact, all the dirty names increased her excitement. She just wanted him back on top of her, holding her down, fucking her.
"Slut!" He reached down and picked up the ropes next to the woman.
"Fuck, oh God, what've you done to me? Oh God, what've I done to myself?" Betty whispered, twisting on the bed, feeling the sweat-stained sheets gathering up under her plump, firm ass.
All the heat in the world seemed concentrated in the fuzzy bundle between her legs. Hot chills flashed up and down her thighs while her clit sputtered and sparked like a live electric wire. Her muscles tensed up and cramped as she waited for that cock, that wonderful, wonderful cock that would end seven long years' abstinence.
"Yeah, you'll get your cock-but not till I've worked this over a little," he said, brushing his knuckles over her cunthairs.
That touch, that light brush of his hand over her pussy, triggered off mini spasms. Betty threw back her head, crying out through her teeth while she closed her eyes tight and clenched her fingers into fists. Fucking. She needed fucking! The cords stood out against her neck while the backs of her legs rubbed against the mattress.
"Gimme your hands, bitch."
Betty calmed herself down as much as she could, raising her arms and holding them up high. Brad took one length of rope and wrapped it around her wrists, tying them together tightly with a double slipknot.
"Ohhh, tight . . . tight," she gasped, feeling the rough hemp biting into her flesh.
But Brad didn't seem to hear her. He examined the knot, grunted with satisfaction, then rolled her over onto her right side. Peering over one shoulder, Betty could see him taking another length of rope, this one longer than the first, and drawing it over. Quickly the big stud bound her ankles together with another double slipknot, drawing the rope across her flesh slowly. He smiled as Betty grimaced at the rough touch.
Was he chafing her flesh badly? It felt as if someone were drawing a knife over her skin. The rope burned, especially the way Brad slid it over her ankles and then tied it so tight she thought he'd cut the circulation off to her toes. A third rope was fastened to her bound ankles, then drawn back, back, stretching her legs around and the free end attached to her wrists. She was bound head to foot, her ankles bound to her wrists. The soles of her bare feet touched one another.
She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away. Brad edged between her open thighs, his mouth literally drooling with excitement. Betty shivered. It was hideous-but it was exciting at the same time. What, oh what, was she doing? And with whom?
"Man, baby, you're all tied up now. You can't do a fuckin' thing without me lettin' you."
His words sent more chills rushing up and down her flesh. Helpless, yes, yes, that's what she needed to be. She felt she had to have this man making her helpless, overwhelming her with his masculinity, his brutality. She wallowed there on the bed making soft grunting animal sounds while the ropes dug into her flesh. The headboard began slapping noisily against the back wall while Brad rubbed his fingers up and down his fat prick.
He was touching her cunt now, rubbing his calloused fingertips up and down her wet, fuzzy slit. Oh yes, yes, she had plenty of juice oozing from her now, dribbling down into her asscrack. Jerking her head up, Betty saw the big man painting his cock with her juices, rubbing his fingers back and forth until his cock glistened with that musky smelling liquor. "Oh God!"
The fuck-frantic woman dropped her head back on the pillow and thrashed from side to side. Her muscles cramped from that awkward, spread-back position. But oh how she loved the hurt, loved the feeling of those ropes rubbing against her flesh, biting into her skin! Betty thrashed again, tensing her muscles, pulling at the rough hemp that refused to give!
"Ugh . . . ooohhhh!"
She was whimpering with lust, with the desire to cum, cum with a man's cock in her. All those nights she had fantasized, drawn her fingers across her pussy while thinking of her late husband, then of any man who would bring her satisfaction.
"God!"
She strained against those ropes bindings again, thrashing around wildly while Brad knelt there fingering his fat cock. How the ropes cut so deliciously into the flesh of her wrists and ankles! She felt the tingly thrill of being helpless, of being tied up naked in front of his stranger. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would tear right through her rib-cage! Her pulse raced madly through her bound body while the room was filled with their mutual panting.
Fucking. Fucking this way! Oh God, God, she had been right in answering that ad in that awful paper, been right in calling this man to come over and . . . and do this to her! It had been a daring thing to do. But now Betty was overjoyed that she had done it!
"Fuck it out, baby, throw that fuckin' ass up and fuck it out!" Brad whispered, fingering his balls, then moving his hand back up to his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhh ..."
He leaned forward, sticking out his tongue. In a moment the woman felt him wetting down her nipples, barely touching them with the tip of his tongue. Oh God, God, that light touch was too much to bear! Arching her back and letting out a strangled cry of despair, Betty wallowed her shoulder blades against the mattress. Her ass muscles tensed while more hot juice dribbled from her pussyhole. The mattress squeaked and groaned while the woman screamed more and more for a fuck.
"Oh God, God, what are you doing to me? Fuck, fuck, fuck me," she whimpered.
"Wild, baby, real wild," Brad commented, opening his mouth fully and sucking in her right nipple between the gap in his front teeth.
Betty thought she would pass out. Opening her mouth, the woman let out a stream of obscenities, snapping back her head again and again while pinwheels exploded in her brain. She felt his tongue lashing against the itchy, rubbery tip while his teeth nibbled all along the areola. And his hands, oh, they were squeezing her fleshy tits, squeezing them so hard pain mixed with the agonizing pleasure sparking from her tit tips.
"Ooohoohhhh!"
Betty wallowed up against the biting, licking wonder of his touch. She felt hot spit dribbling down her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion she dreamed only some men had. Fucking. And this stranger was making her feel things she hadn't believed could be felt by anyone! Again the frantic woman threw up her hips, hoping he would take the hint and fuck her, fuck the shit out of her!
"Oh, oh, ooooohhhhhh!"
Betty could feel his cock slipping back. It was sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered his cockhead, then lunged fast into her pussy. Betty cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and delight, her mouth opened, cries of ecstasy babbling from her throat.
"Fuck . . . ohhhhhhughhhh God, God, fuck me, fuck me!"
The woman bit blood from her lip, whining like a kicked puppy. She felt wanted, beautiful, helplessly tied in front of this animal. Pulling even more desperately at the binding ropes, Betty felt them chafing her wrists and ankles even more. Oh yes, yes, this was a piece of heaven! The way she was tied made it hard to move her ass. But those small, restricted movements were as exciting as being free!
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out," Brad whispered, tonguing her ear once more.
"Fuck . . . fuck it out," Betty echoed mindlessly, tossing her hips up again, fanning out her toes until they cramped.
"Oh shit, yeah, yeah, that cunt of yours feels real good against my cock," Brad gasped, tonguing her neck.
Betty tensed her ass, finding now that the thrilling rub of Brad's cock was amplified by that move. It was like a mad, gouging animal raping her. That animal was Brad Jackson on top of her, fucking her mind out.
The stud had her other tit in his mouth now. As he roughed the tender nipple, Betty felt her body respond fast to the friction. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked into her cunt. And then as her belly filled with his heavy hunk of cockmeat, Brad bit around her areola and nipple again.
"Ughhhhhh ..."
Betty was flying out of control. The woman babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made more excitement rush along every nerve of her body. She let her toes tickle one another while she groaned out Brad's name. He was pile driving his prick into her, working his thick-muscled hips with a rushing tempo. More juice spouted from her cunt, slicking down her ankles, wetting the sheet under her ass.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck," the woman wailed, about to have the cum of her life.
Never would she have guessed herself capable of this, of bondage, of sex with a stranger! Ohhh, that thought made her gasp with wild excitement!