Chapter 2
"Come on, Betty, move that ass, move it!" he shouted, slapping his hands hard against her jiggling asscheeks.
The woman squealed, jerking her ass up high, bringing it down, then jerking it back up again. Brad snapped out his command again and again, slapping her ass harder, leaving long red marks where his fingers had been. That hot, stinging spanking added yet more heat to her cunt. Betty ground her hips around wildly, straining as far as possible against the cutting bonds of the rope. She was going to cum. She could feel it in her bones. She was going to cum!
"Oh God, you're . . . you're so good, so very good," she whispered, hardly able to speak at all.
The only thing Betty could think of now was cumming, that wonderful, erupting sensation when the world crashed down all around her.
She concentrated on the hot itchy ache that pulsed harder and harder between her thighs. Cumming. Cumming. Oh God, it was going to kill her! Surely the climax she felt rushing over her head would kill her!
She dug her fingernails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss her. Brad shouted out something, then dropped completely down onto the woman and drove his tongue into her throat. Betty sucked ravenously at his tongue, swallowing his spit while his fingers kneaded roughly at her tits. Oh yes, yes, she wanted it, wanted it all!
"Mmmmmmmmm..."
She was moaning into his mouth, clutching him desperately with her body. Brad held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt right now. Betty felt her body trembling in a way that was strange to her, or at least long ago forgotten. Her ass was trembling, waiting for that fat cockhead to be speared back into her cunt. Again Betty cried out, tearing her mouth from Brad's and twisting her hips from one side to the other. The ropes burned her flesh while her shivering muscles bucked helplessly.
"Ughhhh . . . ooohhh!"
More brilliant lights were popping in front of her. Her breath was coming in shorter and more shallow pants. For a moment the woman thought she was going to strangle on her own excitement. Oh, how swollen and hot her clit was. It pulsed and raged with a tickle that drew more cries of delicious joy from her.
Betty's thighs were smeared with her own juice. She had drawn blood from her lips, and her wrists and ankles had welts where the ropes had cut them. But as each wild storm took her body further along toward climax, the pain seemed somehow confused with all the pleasure. And soon it became the pleasure.
This was it! Betty couldn't hold back any longer. She knew she was only a second away from insanity. And then . . . yes then she was on it, gone crazy with yelping fits of wild delight. She thrashed from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping across her face. And all the while that wonderful cock was inside her, stirring around inside her cunt, touching all the sensitive spots while her cuntal muscles bucked and spasmed against Brad's cunt-splitting cock.
When it was over, Betty lay there exhausted, sagging against the mattress, feeling the ropes still chafing her wrists and ankles. She had caught her breath and was now wondering about just how wise she'd been in inviting this stranger into her house. Now that the edge was off her sexuality, Betty began to feel something like anxiety seep over her. If he'd only go. Yes, then she'd call him again . . . perhaps in a week or so when she felt that rising itch creep over her once more.
"Ohhhh, that hurts a little."
The woman was still on her side. Brad bent over the knot he'd made at her wrists. She felt him roughly undo the tangle of rope, sliding it over the red welts. The pain made her wince. At least he could be a little more gentle now, Betty thought as she rubbed her injured wrists together. She'd have to wear long-sleeved robes and blouses to hide the chafed flesh from her daughter.
"That's what happens when you're roped up," Brad muttered.
Next came the ropes around her ankles. Betty lay there quietly for a moment, wondering what she should do. Then, turning around, the woman looked up at Brad, realizing instantly that he hadn't cum!
"You ... you didn't ..."
She was ready to call it quits, and apparently Brad was only starting.
He smiled cruelly.
"Don't believe in that slam, bam, thank-you-ma'am kinda shit. That's for teeny bops. I got plans for you, sister. You said you wanted it hard and heavy, right?"
Betty felt panic starting to rise in her throat.
"Y-yes, but . . . but I didn't think ... I mean, I didn't know you were going to ... to drag this out and ..."
She sounded so stupid. What had she expected from him anyway? That sleazy sex newspaper she'd purchased from a coin vending machine didn't promise her an educated, sensitive sex partner. It didn't promise anything. She had been lucky, she thought, to have spotted Brad's ad asking for women who enjoyed bondage and S & M to give him a call.
How her fingers had trembled the day she phoned him. It had taken her nearly a week to get up the courage to do something like that. It had felt so dirty, so excitingly perverted to finally dial his number, listen to the rings, and then at last hear his voice at the other end.
"I don't give a fuck what the hell you thought. You're gonna finish me off in the way I like!"
Betty stared up at him quizzically.
"Don't be so fuckin' stupid," he growled, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Betty screamed, her eyelids flickering while her head snapped forward. He was hurting her, really hurting her! Her hands shot out, the fingers curling, trying to claw at the big man. He kept tugging at her hair, pulling at the strands until shooting jolts of pain made her scalp ache. Betty pitched forward as he dragged her across the bed.
"No . . . ughhh . . . no, no, lemme go! Lemme go!" she screamed.
Desperately she clawed at the sheets, pulling them from the mattress as Brad edged off the bed. She could see things were getting out of hand. She was helpless, and now that terrified her more than excited her.
"Bitch, dumb bitch! Thought I'd get off just fuckin' the piss outta you like that?"
Betty screamed again, tumbling off the bed and onto the floor. She lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing with a growing hysterical fear. He let her lay like that for a while, then reached down and grabbed her by the hair. The woman squealed as he jerked her against the side of his legs, growling obscenities all the while.
"Oh stop, stop ..." she pleaded.
Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks as she struggled helplessly against Brad and his merciless fingers. Oh God! He kept tugging up at the strands, tearing at them while laughing at her distress.
Then suddenly the fingers were gone! Betty shrank away from the big man, scrambling on her hands and feet like some frightened animal. But Brad was following her, his fat prick still jerking and twitching with excitement. He was enjoying this. Betty could tell he loved watching her try to scramble away from him in her own bedroom. When she tried to rush toward the door, the big man jumped in front of her, spreading his arms to block her way. Betty stopped, drawing back, whimpering like a frightened puppy while her tits hung sexily from her chest. She eyed that big fat cock, wondering what he was going to do with it now.
"Can't get away from me, babe . . . can't do a fuckin' thing till I'm through with you."
"Oh don't . . . don't hurt me. Please, don't . . . Just let me go . . . just go home," she pleaded, drawing back, putting one hand over her mouth to fight back the scream rising in her throat.
"I'll go home-in a while."
As she trembled, filled with terror, Brad smiled more broadly. It was an awful smile, more of a hellish grin, as he towered over her. He was raising a hand, spreading the fingers apart. Yes, he was going to beat her! She could read it in those awful eyes of his! He was going to attack her, beat her into a helpless pulp, and then do God only knows what with his cock! Again the woman screamed, scooting back on her bare ass until she felt her spine hitting the dresser. There was no escape now! She had run herself into a corner!
"No!"
The hand came down, slicing across the shadows. Betty screamed out again, hearing the air whistling between his outstretched fingers. Then there was the blow, the force of his fingers against the right side of her face making her head snap to the left. Her neck was pulled nearly out of joint while her body half-twisted around. Stars popped in front of her eyes While another cry ripped from her throat.
"Ughhhhh ..."
"Come on, baby, come on, open up. You're gonna gimme some good head, some real good head."
What was he talking about? Her head? Betty couldn't understand him. She was still dazed from that terrible slapping blow. She shook her head, staring up dumbly at the big stud. He was straddling her now, both hands on either side of his cockmeat. That fat, purplish head was wagging in front of her face and the woman could smell the odor of his unwashed crotch.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me, bitch! You're gonna wrap them lips around this mother and . . . suck!"
When Betty hesitated, Brad moved his hands around to the sides of her head, threatening to crush her skull. The woman whimpered, drawing back as much as she could. But Brad had her where he wanted her.
"Come on, suck me off, you stupid slut!"
"I . . . I don't like this. I just don't like it," she whimpered.
Even during her marriage she hadn't enjoyed giving head to her husband. There was that terrible sensation of a cock in her mouth. And then if she wasn't careful Betty wound up with cum spurting down her throat. How she nearly vomited when that happened, choking and gagging while her husband held her lips down hard against his groin! God, he had nearly drowned her with his spunk twice! And now it was happening again!
"No!"
But Brad would have his way. She felt him drawing closer to her, felt his fingers pressing harder against the sides of her skull. She could smell the hair and the sweat of his crotch. Was there something responding in her? Could she feel her cuntmuscles starting to tense, feel her labes beginning to swell with blood? Betty wasn't sure. She had just climaxed and her cunt was still sensitive. Was she feeling aftershocks, or was this a new arousal?
"Suck it!"
Betty had no choice. Opening her mouth she let out a soft moan as her head bent forward. Her lips pulled back while those hands pressed yet harder against her head. Slowly she drew forward, holding her breath while opening her mouth wider.
"Ughhhhfffffff ..."
His hot cockhead rested on her lower lip for a second. She could feel his fingers fanning out against her skull, the tips still pressing down hard. And then, then he was shoving forward, pumping his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.
"Unnnngnnfnffffff!"
Betty felt the bleachy-tasting flesh brushing over her tongue. His big cock soon filled her mouth, thick, salty cum bubbled from his piss-slit, coating her mouth and throat. The salty taste made the woman swallow until her belly seemed coated with the stuff.
"Ohhhh yeah, bitch, gimme that head. Yeah, man, that's gonna feel real good. Oh shit, baby, could fuck you in the mouth all fuckin' night!" Brad growled, his head thrown back, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Betty felt him twisting his hips back and forth, making his cock revolve around in her mouth. Her knees hurt against the hard wood floor while her cunt began to burn-from excitement? Could it be she was turning on to this as she'd turned on to the ropes? Was this a whole new dimension for her?
"Ohhhh shit, baby, you got one hell of a tongue! Come on, move it around . . . ughhh . . . yeah, like that. Yeah! Come on, slide it under the . . . ughh ... the head like that, rub it back and forth around the base . . . fuck yeah, mama, you give head like a fuckin' pro!"
Betty felt his cock brush over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out whenever he fucked her mouth hard and fast. Her tongue washed down over the sensitive underside of his prick as he'd instructed her, working over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.
"Lick that mother . . . ughhhhhh, suck it. Get it good, bitch. Get my prick! Man . . . ohhhhh yeahhhhhh . . . take it down your Goddamned throat!"
Brad was instructing her what to do, telling her exactly how to suck him off while he centered his cock in her mouth and slowly pulled her head forward and down.
"Ummmmmmfffffff!''
Betty felt the fat, fleshy cockhead shoving back, back over her tongue. It went farther and deeper toward the back of her mouth. She took a deep breath and let the big stud push his cock into her throat! Oh God, yes, it was going down into her throat! The woman gasped, holding her breath and feeling Brad dive deeper. It was almost like swimming under water. She was taking his prick all the way until her face was tight against his crotch.
"Fuckin' A, bitch, fuckin' A!" he gasped out, his muscular body shivering with delight. "Ain't too many sluts can take me all the way like that."
Betty felt the wiry cockhairs brushing against the insides of her nostrils. Fucking him with her mouth, oh yes, yes, that was what she was doing, and that was what was turning her on. As strange as it was the woman felt her cunt tightening again, getting ready for another climax! From nothing to all of this! It was too wonderful to believe!
Brad was groaning more loudly, rotating his hips so his cock would twist around in her throat. His hands still held her skull tight against his crotch while he kept hunching his prick into her.
"Ohhhh baby, baby, move that fuckin' tongue around like that! Goddamned stupid bitch, you got talent for something, baby. Yeah, yeah, good head-givin', Ohhh fuck, yeah, gimme that head!"
Betty had gone mad with sex again. She liked the feel of that fat-headed prick inside her mouth, the sensation of his groin hunching against her face. She wrapped both her hands around his hips now and pulled herself tightly against him. She let him fuck her in the mouth. Betty loved the feel of his strong leg muscles catching her in their grip.
The two of them rocked back and forth as each climbed higher and higher toward climax. Betty dropped one hand down into her lap, slipped three fingers into her cunt, and spread apart her itchy, sticky cuntlips. As she caressed her aroused clit she felt his prick jerking hard between her lips. He was going to cum! Oh God yes, he was going to cum in her face!
"Ooooohhhhhh, baby, take it!" he cried in a strangled voice, his hips jerking frantically against her skull.
"Oooooffffff!"
The woman sucked in air through her nostrils, feeling and tasting more and more cum oozing onto her tongue. And then . . .
"Aahhhhhhhhh yeah . . . mouth-fuckin' slut . . . ohhhhh bitch, take it, take it!" he howled, slamming his groin hard against her nose.
Betty could feel something spattering against the insides of her cheeks. Cum! Spunk! Jizz! It was spraying out of his cockhead, filling her up, frothing out from the corners of her mouth. She coughed and gagged, trying to swallow as much as she could of the salty-tasting stuff while dragging in oxygen through her nose. More and more cum shot out from his prickhead. The two of them wrestled with one another, Brad finally emptying his balls and staggering away from the choking woman.
"Good head, baby, good everything," he said, rubbing his fingers over his still-twitching prick.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh ..."
Betty cried out, feeling her cunt convulse around her probing, penetrating fingers. She buckled, doubling over and falling onto one side. Her knees jerked up into a fetal position and she twisted on the floor, bouncing her ass against the hard wood. She had cum, cum like a shameless slut in front of this man on her own fingers.
"Nice, real nice, baby. Nice finish," he said, searching around for his clothes.
Betty lay still, her head against one leg of the bed, her knees still curled up against her chest in a fetal position. Brad dressed quickly, not saying another word. When he slipped on his black leather boots and tucked his shirt back into his Levi's, Brad turned around, one hand on the bedroom door.
"Call me again, baby. Or better still, I'll call you."
With that the door slammed shut and she was alone. Still not moving an inch, Betty listened to his footsteps growing fainter and fainter. There was a slamming of the front door and then the sound of a car starting up and driving away.
Oh, what had she done? And he was talking about a second time! A second time? No, no, this was good, very, very good, but no more would she risk her reputation and possibly her life on this kind of freaky nature of hers. No, no, she wouldn't. Clenching her teeth together hard, Betty silently vowed she wouldn't see Brad-or anyone like him ever again.