Chapter 11
The room was only dimly lit, the sea gently rocking the yacht, but Tiffany found it impossible to sleep. Her body was too aroused, her pussy left in too much need to even think about slumber. She tossed and turned, but it was no use.
She was wide awake when she heard the cabin door open. Expecting it to be Tif, she raised up with a smile on her face, wanting to be pleasant for the man who was going to get her her inheritance. But it wasn't Tif.
"What do you want?" she asked, her smile turning to a scowl. It was Frank. He was still naked, but no longer had an erection, a duffel bag clutched in one hand.
"I want you, sweet cheeks," he said, racing to the side of the bed, dropping the bag and grabbing her wrists. His hairy body leaned over her as he gazed into her eyes.
She struggled in his iron grip, and even thought about screaming. She reconsidered. After all, Tif had brought him to her earlier, and her pussy was certainly in need of a good, strong cock.
"Don't fight it, baby. You want me. It's written all over your face. You want me to fuck you in the worst way!"
"Don't be ridiculous," she said in spite of her growing passion. She did want to fuck him, but she didn't want him to know how desperately she wanted his thick cock stroking into her yearning snatch. "Get off me, you hairy oaf!"
"Yeah, baby, that's nice. I like a woman with a little fight."
Holding both of her wrists with one hand, his other latched onto her chin to capture her face. He held her head steady and kissed her hotly, his tongue skillfully prying between her lips. His fingers sank into her cheeks to keep her mouth from retreating, his hold powerful. His tongue probed inside her.
Releasing her chin, his hand slid down the valley of her tits and shot between her legs. He pulled up on her snatch, his fingers pushing their way between the hairy lips of her moist cooze. She squealed at the delicious pressure of his demanding hand.
Tiffany didn't protest the manipulation of her pussy. She did want him, or any hard prick for that matter. Her cunt craved cock, and since Frank was there, Frank was the one. But she didn't want to appear to be too much of a slut, so began to struggle within his grip once more.
However, she fought with much less vigor than before.
As soon as she began to squirm again, his hand evacuated her crotch. He slid back to kneel next to the bed, his hand fumbling for the duffel bag on the floor while the other held her wrists together. She was pretty sure she could have freed her hands, but she was willing to play his game and feed his ego for the moment.
Frank produced several ropes from the bag, and Tiffany's eyes widened. She couldn't decide how far to let this little game go. She fully intended to fuck him, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be lashed to the bed.
Tiffany was amazed at how quickly he had one wrist secured to the headboard, as though he had had years of experience at binding his women. She resisted a little, but allowed both hands to be fastened above her head. Her pussy thumped with excitement, and her tits raised up high on her chest with her arms stretched above her.
Frank climbed off the bed and grabbed her ankle. Now, Tiffany protested. She enjoyed playing along.
"Please, don't tie down my legs!" Tiffany begged.
"Shut up. I don't want ya kickin'. "
Tiffany's arms and legs were stretched out in a giant "X." Frank sat next to her, his eyes studying her naked breasts and her open snatch.
She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so totally helpless. She suddenly wanted to cover herself up, to hide her body from his lustful stare. But she realized she only wanted to conceal her nakedness because she couldn't.
Frank's cock had yet to rise up in his crotch. His dick hung down between his legs in snowy magnificence, his shaft appearing whiter than white in the midst of all his swirling black hair. Standing next to the bed, he played with his cock as though showing off his lengthy endowment with egotistical pride.
He joined her on the bed. He knelt between her outstretched legs, his back straight, his chest swelled, his body rising out of her crotch like some conquering hero. He smiled down on her vulnerability, his eyes relishing the fact that he could do anything and everything he wanted without her interference.
Tiffany's emotions soared beyond desire. Just watching his hands fight their way through his curly hairs as he continued to manipulate his majestic cock sent chills of lust racing through her body. The more he massaged his slowly growing meat, the more she wanted his cock thrusting into her pussy.
His teasing made her open cunt burn with need. She twisted and turned her hips in runaway desire. She put her pussy on display in the hopes it would encourage him to enter her faster. She wanted to touch him, to feel his warm flesh, to smell the aromas of a man in lust. Her arms tried to raise to get at his cock, but they made little progress. She could only move her hips, and they pumped in readiness.
Tiffany couldn't imagine what he was waiting for. But maybe that was part of the game. Her need for his cock couldn't get any stronger, if that was his objective. Bound to the bed, she was his to fuck however he saw fit, and there was no way she could stop him.
She suddenly realized that she would have absolutely no control over the action. She couldn't help him or hinder him, her body his to manipulate. A sense of freedom washed over her. Even though she was securely strapped to the bed, she was free. She was free to lie back and enjoy his fuck. She was free of any responsibility for his satisfaction. She was free to discover the rewards of her first excursion into the realm of bondage. She was ready.
Frank's teasing finally ended when he placed his mouth between her breasts and found the delicate spot that few men knew. He began to lick. His mouth ran up and over her twin mounds with excruciating lightness. He skimmed her flesh with moist lips that tickled her tits. Wet circles skirted her nipples and brought them to erection without his tongue ever touching them. Her back arched to press her supple mounds more firmly against his face, to position her hard nubs for his feathery tongue.
But rather than give her what she wanted, Frank traced his delicious wetness down her cleavage and onto the plane of her stomach. Her muscles undulated beneath the rapture of his kisses, his tongue darting in and out of her navel to increase the already itching passion in her pussy.
He edged down between her thighs, avoiding any contact with her cunt. Every spot he touched with his tongue swelled in hot response. Tiffany writhed around his licking, his tasting, his lapping of her heating flesh. The need in her yawning twat grew fierce.
Frank straightened up between her legs to let her gaze upon his flushed dick. She raised her head so she wouldn't miss one tantalizing moment of his handsome cock's entrance into her wanting snatch.
Denial strengthened her cravings and forced her hands into fists. She desperately wanted to reach his cock, get at his hot flesh, take his firm erection into her hands and fondle its majesty. Her bindings became a source of frustration as he teased her cooze yet again.
He rubbed the palm of his hand across his bulbous cockhead, his shaft held upright, his girth squeezed into redness.
His hand then curled around the base of his hard and throbbing prick. He waved it wildly in the air. His black-haired balls wobbled beneath his swaying erection. Then he lowered his crotch to thump her thigh with his steely poker. He moved closer and closer to her waiting snatch. Reaching her crotch, he pounded her pussy with his iron rod.
Quivering excitement raced up her torso with each stimulating slam of his slapping meat. He continued with increasing force until his dick's slit began to seep its clear, glistening liquids. Her insides jiggled beneath the wonders of his hammering cock.
Frank ravished her gash with his flaming hard-on to show the complete dominance he held over her body. Her flesh shivered and flushed in heaving surges of orgasmic ecstasy as his cock teased her into madness. She was drunk with lust, wild with desire, and could wait for his dick no longer.
"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, you bastard!" Tiffany cried out in total frustration.
"That's what I wanted, sweet cheeks. Beg me, baby. Beg for my cock."
"Please! I can't stand it! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
"But I ain't ready, baby."
Frank crawled up her body, his hairy ass tickling over her tits, to place his pounding prick within inches of her mouth. His legs straddled her shoulders to restrict her movement even further. Tiffany experienced a new high with his lovely, erect cock poised so potently above her open and drooling mouth. She raised her head, came closer to his glowing knob, but his throbbing dick eluded her grasp.
He pushed down on the end of his prick with one hand, the other going to the headboard to angle his body above her. His hot, thick cockhead pressed between her lips. She eagerly sucked to draw his shaft further into her moist mouth.
He let her taste the full length of his erection, stroking gently over her curved tongue. But each time she felt the swamping pleasure of a steady rhythm, he'd pull out and rub his wet length against her cheek. She watched his sparkling knob roll around her flesh as she desperately tried to recapture his slippery stick.
Satisfaction filled her body each time he returned his velvet rod to her clasping mouth, erasing the delicious agony of its momentary departure. Her tongue swamped his meat and tried to probe inside his tiny opening. She spread his leaking fluids over the smooth plane of his cockhead, and savored the flavorful joy of his sticky lubrication.
Frank suddenly fed his erection to her eager lips with surprising gusto. He filled her mouth with the full force of his driving dick, slipping across her tongue to slam his knob against her throat. Her hunger for his cock was so intense, her zeal so great, that she sucked his thrusting length as if she wanted him to cum. And that wasn't what she wanted at all. She wanted him to cream her box, not her throat.
And Frank seemed to be working toward climax as well. He drove his dick into her throat with remarkable speed, his dickhead lunging, his shaft gliding swiftly between her gripping lips. His hips pounded his prick into her face as he reached behind him to finger her wet cunt. Doubly stimulated, Tiffany nearly fainted from the amount of ecstasy flowing through her body.
Frank slipped out of her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The sudden abandonment was quite a shock. But she wasn't abandoned for long.
He quickly slid down her body to place his face in her smoldering crotch. His tongue raked up and down her open gash several times before penetrating her steamy hole. He thrust inside her and rapidly stroked through her tightened entrance.
While his tongue was wonderfully stimulating, Tiffany wanted his cock. All his foreplay was extremely arousing, but she was already aroused enough for ten people and needed the real thing. She feverishly pumped her hips against his face and tried to make it obvious that her pussy wanted to be fucked.
"Give me your cock! Fuck me, Frank!" she finally blurted.
Frank repositioned with lightning speed, his dick slamming into her cunt like a man on the brink of climax, a man afraid of dumping his load without the pleasure of fucking his way to orgasm. He plowed up her pussy as far as possible with her legs out flat.
Tiffany raised her knees as much as her bindings would allow, but that didn't bring his searing shaft any further into her depths. She clenched her ass to raise her hips and he slipped in a little more of his fevered length.
Accepting the disappointing fact that her twat wasn't going to receive the entirety of his cock, she settled into the rhythm of his short, rapid strokes. She quickly realized that he didn't have to get fully inside her cunt to start her orgasm. His cockhead sufficiently scraped the moist walls of her box to mount her climb to climax.
Her snatch molded snugly around his driving rod, his girth a pleasant stretch for her gripping hole. His knob beat itself against the back of her box, but didn't push deeper into her body. The sweet jarring of her blocking wall was enough to satisfy her orgasm's needs. She missed the slapping of his balls against her ass, but that was all she missed. Everything else was sheer excitement.
Her body bounced beneath the power of his lunging thrusts, her arms and legs flailing to tighten her bindings. The reminder of her bondage heightened her pleasure.
Frank grunted and groaned as his shaft swiftly sped between the hugging walls of her snatch. He was fucking this woman, this woman who was all sex, and never once thought of making love to her sumptuous body. She was tied down for his dick, and he was anxious to cream her cunt. He banged into her box feverishly. His cock was all important; getting his rocks off all that mattered.
The speed of his fuck made it quite clear to Tiffany that he wasn't interested in her enjoyment. His hands remained on the bed to help power his dick into her cunt, his hips racing madly, his cock thrusting in an anxious need to cum. She loved it, and knew she would climax no matter how he fucked her. His furious claiming of her slippery slit only made her want more of his savage pounding, her orgasm building rapidly inside her.
Since Frank wasn't interested in any other part of her body, her hands struggled to get at her tits. Her breasts flopped and jiggled with the power of his plunges and screamed for attention. Her mounds ached and throbbed as they jostled about, her nipples jutting and tingling more than ever before. Of course, she couldn't reach them, but that didn't stop her from trying.
Tiny explosions of greedy lust erupted in every cell of her stimulated skin. The bombardment of blasting ecstasy was almost more than she could handle. Being fucked without really fucking back, having her arms and legs removed from the action, was far more exciting than she thought possible. Being denied total participation elevated her pleasure and did wonderful things to her body.
Her orgasm came unannounced. Suddenly, without the usual warnings, her climax slammed into his invading dick with a shattering, convulsive power. Her stomach contracted with the fierce ejection of her fiery fluids. Fireworks shot off in her head. Her body erupted in a frenzy of excruciating pleasure. She grunted her excitement in tiny yelps of squealing joy.
Frank's cock floundered in her warm juices as he kept grinding his hips into hers. Tiffany wanted him to cum while her hot liquids still stimulated her cunt. She needed him to match the power of her blasting climax with one of his own. She slowly regained her composure as her orgasm quieted, gripped her pussy's hole around his driving dick, and tried to help suck him off. She worked her hips the best she could to ensure a big, splattering eruption from his thrusting tool.
Tiffany felt sure he was close to release. He had to be. His shaft felt swollen to the max and had to be filled with his thick cream. She squeezed her pussy around his gliding girth as tightly as she could, clasping his cock with walls that burned with her own sweet cum.
His cockhead no longer banged into the back of her box, his strokes shortened as though he only wanted to work his knob within the hot interior of her wanting cunt. The taut skin on his mighty rod lay locked in the tight grip of her hole, the strong muscle beneath it sliding back and forth within an unmoving sheath.
His deep groans told her he liked his quick jabs into her snatch and the grasping wonders of her muscular cunt. Without the freedom to really pound her hips against his plowing piston, she discovered the dynamic control she had within her pussy. She squeezed and relaxed around his ramming rod and quickly had her reward.
Frank's throbbing cock released a gushing spectacle of searing cream. His sturdy shaft gave up its load, blasting his spunk into the joyous fluids already swirling in her heated box. Her hips danced around his spewing length, her pussy elated at his gigantic load.
She kept working her cooze around his exploding cock to combined their sweet fluids. Frank pumped his girth as shot after shot of fiery jizz escaped his pounding rod. The action of her cunt produced an ocean of churning fire around his erupting organ.
They both panted their excitement, breathless and gratified. Her pussy burned and itched as his hairy chest lowered onto her tits. He lay down on top of her and matched her outstretched position, his velvet dick tucked neatly into her soaked slit. Gradually, his cock softened and slipped out of her juicy cunt.
Tiffany wanted to hold his flaccid flesh with the suppleness of her thighs, but that was impossible. She wanted to throw her arms around his heaving chest, but that too was impossible. She decided that bondage was an incredible turn-on during sex, but was frustrating when it was all over.
"Untie me," she whispered into his ear. She sucked his ear lobe into her mouth and batted it playfully with her tongue.
Frank raised up to gaze into her beautiful face. "I don't think so, sweet cheeks."
He angled his body above her, sending his hips more forcefully into her crotch. He wiggled his soft cock between her pussy's lips and her cunt clutched at his meat. Then he got off the bed, turned around, and headed for the door.
She watched his hairy ass move away from her, her tongue racing around her lips as she imagined the sweet taste of his butt. She could almost feel his thick hair as she pressed her face fully into his crack. Her eyes closed to savor the imagined sensations, then snapped wide. He was leaving, and she was still tied to the bed.
"Wait!" she called out. "Where are you going? You can't leave me here like this!"
He ignored her as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. Another figure quickly occupied the space. He stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked up to the foot of the bed. It was Tim.
Tiffany stared at his smooth, nearly hairless body, and wondered if she was up to another fuck. And it was pretty obvious from the size of his erection that that was what was on his mind.
"Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm! Aren't you somethin'! All stretched out and just awaitin' my dick," Tim said, his hand stroking his elongated cock.
"You don't need to do that yourself," Tiffany said, raising her head. "Untie me, and I'll play with it for you."
"No way, baby. I ain't takin' the chance of losin' my turn this time."
Tiffany's head dropped back to the pillow as Tim moved onto the bed. He slowly crawled between her legs, his eyes studying every inch of her exposed flesh. He stopped momentarily with his face just above her snatch, then kept moving up her body.
Staring down at her chest, he said, "Wow! What magnificent tits!"
He sat on her stomach, his hands reaching for her perfect mounds with the gentleness such splendor deserved. He caressed each one with trembling fingers, his cock bobbing in his crotch.
Tiffany watched him manipulate her breasts with unexpected tenderness. He fondled and massaged and took great care not to squeeze her melons too hard. Her breasts heated as well as her pussy, and she was ready to be fucked all over again.
Tim stretched out on top of her, his hands full, his mouth watering, her nipples rising like steeples to press into his roving palms. His mouth descended upon her succulent flesh. A firm nipple buried itself deeply between his lips, his tongue frolicking in ecstatic joy, his jaws wide, his mouth sucking more and more of her soft breast into his juicy cave.
His eyes closed as his fingers tried to force more and more of her supple tit flesh between his nibbling lips. He desperately wanted to consume her entire breast, but there was far too much tasty flesh for his mouth to handle.
He raised his head and bounced between her boobs. His mouth rakishly flew from one giant, pink circle to the other. His hands pressed her hot, spongy knockers against his cheeks, his face divinely trapped within the deep valley between her twin mountains of pliable muscle.
Tiffany rocked beneath the adoration heaped upon her heating mounds. He truly loved her tits, and she truly loved the way he gently massaged them and bathed them in warm kisses. Her pussy grew as hot as her melons, her legs wanting to close around the erection thumping against her wet bush.
Tim pulled his face away from her chest. "I wanna fuck your tits," he announced.
"You wanna do what?" Tiffany questioned. She just couldn't image why a guy would want to ram his dick between her breasts when her pussy was so ready for the taking. It wasn't like she could keep his cock out of her box with her feet secured.
"I'm gonna stroke my dick between those giant beauties, baby, 'til I cum."
His hands moved onto the bed as his cock escaped the heat of her nest to press against her stomach. His cockhead oozed out a glistening trail as he skimmed his dick across her sumptuous body. His crotch moved up, his balls stretched back beneath his butt to aim his drooling knob at the gap between her breasts.
He scooted forward until his length stretched along her cleavage. His hands grabbed her tits and forced them over his pulsing prick. His hard meat was captured by two, soft mounds which enveloped his thumping erection like billowy clouds. He sat there for a moment as though transfixed by the heavenly pleasure of her monster melons.
Then desire commanded his hips and he began an enthusiastic thrusting between her mounds. His hands molded her breasts more firmly around his cock, covering his shaft like a mock pussy. He slipped his hard-on back and forth between her beautiful breasts just like he would had his dick been crammed into her cunt. The hot fluids from his leaking dick oiled her track, his cockhead popping out of the top of her cleavage.
Tiffany stared at his shiny knob as it advanced and retreated. His nuts rubbed against her body as his butt worked to send his length gliding between her tits. Her lips parted and her tongue raced around her mouth, the nearness of his cock tastefully tempting.
"Untie my hands. Let me help you," she pleaded.
"Just raise your head and open your mouth. That's all the help I need, baby."
Tim inched forward, raising his ass off her chest to allow more of his throbbing length to escape the glorious confines of her tits. Eagerness lay claim to his cock, his insides boiling at the prospect of sending his knob into the dark, inviting interior of her mouth. He anxiously anticipated the feeling of fucking and being sucked at the very same time.
Tiffany's moistened lips met his drooling dick, and he gasped. A sudden rush of sublime sensitivity raced down his shaft and into his balls. His entire body shivered as her lips closed over his glistening head. He pushed forward to give her as much of his cock as he could without leaving the magnificent warmth of her tits.
Her teeth closed down upon his girth to hold it firmly within her mouth. She applied just enough pressure to stimulate his fire-tipped spear without inflicting pain. Chills raced through his crotch and puckered his asshole, his globes already tightly clenched from the heavenly stimulation attacking his body.
Her teeth moved. His tender knob rolled beneath the sharp pressure. Tim experienced such intense pleasure that he couldn't move. Deep, guttural grunts erupted around his euphoria.
But he couldn't hold still either. He had to fuck her tits or go insane. He gently pulled back on his hips, and she released his dick. His smoldering erection retreated into the heat of her valley. Then his ass picked up the pace and launched into a rapid drive to climax.
He popped his cockhead in and out of her open mouth, his shaft surrounded by her flesh, his balls rubbing beneath her tightly hugging breasts. He decided that fucking her tits was better than the best pussy he had ever had.
His obsession with her tits became boundless. He wanted to experience the glory of her mounds in every way possible. His mind raced with inventive ideas, new and improved ways to fuck between her huge and swamping knockers. But his climax was well on its way, so he just continued to thrust his length between her molded breasts, to plow his knob through her circled lips.
The wild and delirious thoughts scampering through his brain increased the speed of his approaching eruption. He wanted to endlessly rub his meat between her mountainous boobs, but his excited cock exploded his pounding climax after only a few brief minutes.
He shortened his strokes with the first blast of his cum to make sure he deposited his load in her welcoming mouth. She drank down his spunk, her lips locking around his spurting cockhead. She sucked hard, her powerful lips divinely exciting on his spewing prick.
Tim panted as his dick blasted into her glorious mouth, his shaft draining quickly. Her tongue flicked his knob as the last drops of his creamy load leapt from the end of his prick. His hips jerked madly, yet his blazing rod remained trapped between her tits, the fire burning deep in his shaft intensified by her smothering breasts.
Held by her fabulous knockers, his erection refused to die. Gasping for air, his shaft throbbed wildly against her chest. Even with all the ecstatic pleasure searing his crotch, he couldn't help rubbing her spongy flesh around his steely shank. The sensitivity playing over his skin brought breathy sighs out of his mouth.
His cockhead slipped below the crest of her tits as soon as she released it. He gritted his teeth against the heavenly sensations cavorting over his pulsing prick. But he couldn't stand the amount of pleasure clawing at his cock and released her mounds.
He sat back, her tits as red as his dick. They both stared at his still-firm erection.
"Does that thing ever get soft?" Tiffany asked.
Tim laughed and climbed off her body. "I guess it won't as long as it's near those tits! Wow. That was great!"
"Yes, it was. But will you untie me now?"
"You ain't gonna go crazy on me, are you?"
"If I was, I'd have been screaming long before now."
"Yeah. Right."
Tim untied her ankles, then her wrists. He stuffed the ropes into the duffel bag and headed for the door, his dick still stiff and rocking in his crotch. He left without a word.
Tiffany rolled onto her side, the taste of his cum sweet in her mouth. She knew sleep would now come easily.