by Powerone
Is this my lucky day? Am I off the hook? If she was right about the story and the mansion, he could turn it into a depraved house where women would willingly come to be bound and ravished. Just like his grandfather had done. “I already have you naked and your hands bound. You are helpless and at my whim. I’ve seen you in Michael’s bondage furniture. You willingly submit, even though you don’t know what will happen to you. I think you like the unknown more. I saw the way you submitted and sucked my cock. You did it well, though I’m sure that you never did it before. That made my cock harder than it ever was. If I told you that would ruin it all.” Is she going to allow me to proceed?
She hated that he was right. It was the excitement of being bound and unable to stop him from doing what he wanted to her body, even if he wasn’t a supernatural being. “Take off that ridiculous costume. I presume you have no objections to being naked in front of me, since that is the way you have me.” Had I told him to do what he wanted to me?
It only took a few moments to take off the costume as he stood over her, naked, his hairy balls dangled across her nose, his cock bobbed up and down every time he felt her hot breath blow on his balls. She didn’t say yes, but then again, none of the other women ever said yes. They just never said no. That was all that he needed.
She looked up at him, able to see him now. He must be about forty-five, but he was trim. She didn’t remember much about his cock except for the taste of his thick, salty cum that filled her mouth for the first time. She could never put that taste out of her head. His cock jutted out over her face now, his hairy balls scratched her face as his organ jerked in excitement. He was handsome, in a mysterious sort of way.
He pulled her hands up to untie her wrists. He pulled out another rope and tied one wrist, moved to the side of the bed to tie it to the leg of the bed. He hated to pull his cock from her face, but he wanted her fully secured before he took her. She didn’t protest when he tied her other wrist to the opposite bed leg, her arms stretched out far to her sides as her head dangled slightly over the end of the mattress. Her firm, proud breasts pushed up high as if they begged for attention, but he stared down her naked body, to her slim waist and her trim bush with the puffy lips of her pussy pushed up. Her legs were partially spread, Faith made no attempt to close them, but he wanted more.
She watched as he got off of the bed. He turned on the small light, the room lit up vividly now, the spookiness was gone, just the hard fact that she was half bound by a naked man that she knew little of except that he was depraved and enjoyed taking women against their will. He walked to the other end of the bed. Faith saw his powerful buttocks clench as he walked and wondered what it would feel like if he used them to thrust his cock hard inside her. He took out more rope. He used one hand to stroke his cock, and Faith couldn’t believe that it could get any bigger, but it did.
He grabbed one of her ankles and felt her muscles fight for the briefest of time, but then, she surrendered. He pulled her ankle to the edge of the bed as he looped the rope around her slim ankle. He took the other end, not to the leg of the bed like her hands but tied it high to the top of the headboard. When he did the same thing to her other leg, her ass didn’t touch the bed any longer. He looked between her legs, the spread of them left her pussy lips opened wide, and the wetness on them glistened in the light. Farther down, he could see the dark-brown hole of her ass pucker. Michael had taken it only days before; he saw some of the redness, and the ring was swollen from being taken by such a monster.
Her pussy was drenched by the time Michael came back to her head. She saw the way he looked at her and knew that her mouth would soon have his cock inside.
“Open up wide, Faith.” He pulled her a little more over the edge of the bed; his hands cradled her head as he mounted her.
He walked up to her as if it were expected, his hand under her head held her submissively for him. With one hand, he bent his cock down, her head lowered more. His fingers found the corner of her mouth and pried her lips open. The hard cock slipped across her silky lips with such ease to force them to open wide to accept the girth of his cock. There was no doubt that this was a real cock—hot, hard and it already leaked precum onto her waiting tongue. She could only gurgle as Michael began to stroke his cock in her mouth, eager to enjoy her treasures. “AAAWWW, eeeehhh.” The cock stroked in and out of her mouth. It was big, the angle making it harder for her to accept as it slid across her tongue when it pushed to the back of her mouth. She tugged on her arms, but they didn’t move.
“Take my cock, Faith.” His hips began to move quicker and deeper, her head forced back, but his hands held her from escaping his lunges into her mouth. “Tighten your lips around my cock, like I taught you.” She struggled, but she could do nothing to stop him. He liked having the control over her.
He pulled almost all the way out, her lips sealed around the head as it tried to pull free, but then, he pulled her head up and thrust with his hips and his thick cock plunged to the depths of her mouth in a single thrust that banged the thick head against the opening of her throat. He had threatened to throat fuck her before but he never did. She feared it now that she was bound and had submitted to other degrading acts. He took her slow and deliberate, making her fear each thrust. “CCUUFFF, UUUGGGHH.” The cock slid to the back of her mouth once again as she felt his prickly pubic hairs tickle her face when he pushed in deeper.
Michael pulled his dripping-wet cock from her mouth as her mouth opened wide when she gasped for air. He gave her a second, and then he was ready to breach her mouth again. “Open up, Faith.” He saw her mouth yawn open submissively, and he shoved his cock into her slowly.
She felt it fill her mouth again, this time not urgently, as it slowly slid across her wet tongue, but it didn’t stop; his hands grew tighter on her head as he pulled her onto his waiting cock as if her mouth was a condom. “AAAKKKK.” The cock hit the tight opening to her throat; the slick, domed head forced its way in until it tickled her tonsils. She gagged, her stomach turned, but he pulled out as Faith washed his cock with her tongue when it retreated in hopes that she’d please him enough to keep it from her throat. It didn’t work, the cock slowly moved forward once again, undeterred by her squirming or her groans. She panicked when his heavy balls covered her face; his cock sealed the opening to her throat. “GGGLLLUGGH!” It was so big, but it was slick with her spit and his leaking cum, Faith unable to stop the head that breached her throat for about half an inch before her throat muscles could stop it. He was undaunted as he turned her head from side to side as if he used his cock like a shovel to open the hole wider.
He used brute force now and heard her gurgling cries cut off by the thick head of his cock as he slowly entered her throat. He shoved hard with his hips as he held her head back and her neck lined up in a straight line. Her hips drove up hard as he penetrated her throat deeply and felt her throat muscles ripple up and down the head and shaft as they tried to force the invader out. It didn’t do any good. When she choked, it brought him more pleasure as her throat opened and closed like a tight rubber band around his cock.
It felt like her throat was being scraped raw by a file. She feared she would vomit when her stomach turned as she gasped and gagged on the thick cock that filled her tiny throat. She could feel it flex in her throat as she sucked precious air through her nose in spite of the balls that covered it. She grew dizzy as her throat was plugged by the thick flesh. It was just as bad when it withdrew, her muscles went into uncontrollable spasms as it pulled out, and she gagged as it passed through the opening and allowed it to shrink and close. Spit filled her mouth and leaked from her lips, the taste of cum filled every nook and cranny in her mouth as the cock slid over her tongue and lips to pull free. She kept her mouth opened wide as she struggled to fill her lungs with air but she knew his cock would be back to claim her throat once again.
“AAAHHAAA, EEEWWWAAA,” Faith gasped. This wasn’t a blowjob; this was a mouth and throat fuck, Faith subjected to the most e
xtreme oral penetration. “NNNO, Moooreee,” she begged, but before she could close her mouth, her lips were parted by his slick cock. She looked up at him through her tear-stained eyes, but all she saw was lust in his eyes.
“Take it all, Faith. Swallow all of my cock until it comes out in your stomach.” Michael had never taken a woman in the mouth this way before, but none had ever offered herself up as Faith had done. He would do all the things he ever wanted to do before he would free her of the tight bondage. He felt the sudden tightness of her throat when he entered her. His slick cock penetrated the hole once more, the delightful contractions of her throat muscles rippled along his cock.
He fucked her mouth and slid his cock up and down, but he never left the tightness of her throat. It was as though the cock slid down her gullet and into her stomach. When she choked and gagged, it brought him exquisite pleasure from the muscle spasms. It was as though he shoved her spit and his cum into her belly by the sheer force of his cockhead. Faith didn’t know how much longer she could withstand this brutal punishment or he could withstand the pleasure.
He heard her gasps for air when he pulled out and left her precious seconds to fill her lungs. He was ready to cum, and the next time, it would be her mouth that received his precious seed. “One last time and then I’m going to cum in your mouth. Don’t swallow it until I tell you to,” he warned her. He wanted to see her cheeks balloon with his abundant cum first and stroke his shrinking cock in her mouth that would be filled with his warm sperm. He had one last surprise for her before he came.
Through all the choking and gagging, she struggled against the ropes that kept her spread and helpless. The sharp bite of the rope on her flesh sent tremors through her body. Can I actually get off by being fucked in my mouth and throat? She was about to be rewarded with a mouthful of cum that she’d be forced to swallow but not before he made her savor it like a fine wine. She saw that he was ready for her mouth again. She took one final breath of air as her mouth opened wide, ready to receive his dripping cock. Spit and white cum leaked from the head of his cock onto her face.
It was as though she accepted her fate; her mouth eagerly took him in, her lips sealed around his shaft as it slid through her lips and along her slippery tongue, as he guided his massive cockhead into the tight opening of her throat. While one hand held her head, he raised his other hand over his head as it came crashing down just as his cockhead touched the opening of her throat. His cock muffled her scream as it plunged into the tight opening with ease.
“EEEEEHHH!” Her scream was inhuman, but what he had done was also inhuman. She could see a shadow, but she didn’t know or could have expected what he did. Somewhere, he had a riding crop, out of sight, but he had picked it up and brought it down between her spread legs just as his cock was ready to penetrate her throat. His aim was perfect; the broad leather slapped hard into the soft petals of her pussy lips, but with the wide spread of her legs, her tender inner lips were open and exposed. It felt like the flesh was beaten into her pubic bone and crushed. She felt the heat of the blow, and her flesh swelled under the harsh bite of the leather. Not even the spanking machine could compare to this, this one personal and intentional. At least two inches of cock penetrated her throat before it was stopped, another slap of the riding crop tried to make her take more, but even when she screamed, it was an impossible fit. His cock wouldn’t go any farther. It felt like a bar of steel, not a man’s cock that speared her mouth and throat.
Her body jerked and shook on the bed, her thigh muscles tried to clench and shut her legs, but the ropes kept her open for him and his riding crop. He couldn’t believe how far his cock was in her mouth and throat, his balls pressed up against her nose as he twisted her head from side to side to get all of the enjoyment he could before he came. He saw her hips move, as if she sought out the riding crop. Can I make her cum with me? He pushed the braided shaft of the riding crop between her pussy lips and started to run the rough edges up and down her slit. Her hips moved faster as he fucked her with the shaft to ride it all the way up, until he found her clit and rubbed it raw with the harsh leather ribs.
She went insane, the cock throbbed in her throat as she gasped for air, her pussy burned from the blows of the riding crop, but there was something different now. He rode her pussy with the shaft of the crop. It wasn’t smooth like a cock; the shaft was ringed with a thread of leather that spiraled up the shaft—thick, hard, and uneven. Her pussy lips curled around it, but the worst part was when it reached her clit. It was as though her clit sought it out to spring hard and throb with pleasure. She cried out silently around the cock as the shaft rubbed her clit painfully until it turned to pleasure in some masochistic way.
Michael was unable to contain his lust any longer; his balls ached for release. He pulled his cock from her throat, but not from her mouth. He wanted to feel all the pleasure of her mouth when he exploded in her. He began to pump his cock in her mouth. “Swish your tongue on my cock. When I cum, I want you to suck on my knob and make your tongue run over the hole when I unleash a torrent of cum in your mouth.”
She felt relief that she could breathe again, her mouth and tongue began to work him into the sexual frenzy that he wanted so he could cum in her mouth. She cried as the riding crop beat down on her sex again, but this time, his aim was careful and deliberate. He had teased her clit out into the open and made it hard and swollen. The full brunt of the riding crop exploded on the sensitive nub to drive it into her pubic bone and crush it between the two unyielding objects. It should’ve been excruciatingly painful, she should have protested the brutal act, but she held her breath and waited for the next as she hoped and anticipated it.
Michael pumped in her mouth faster as he felt the cum bubble up from his balls. He whipped her pussy repeatedly and heard her eager cries, but it was passion, not pain, that came from her lips.
She heard him gasp loudly as his cock in her mouth swelled up; his hips fucked her mouth urgently. There was another slap on her pussy, another tremor through her clit that raced to her brain in pleasure. He cried out, his hips jerked spastically as the cock exploded in her mouth. He pulled his cock back until only the crown was in her mouth. She sucked and licked it as he came over and over to wash down her tongue with his hot cum. Another sharp slap to her clit sent her over the edge, her body exploded in an orgasm that shuttered through her body. Her mouth was filled with the hot, thick crème.
He never came so hard or profusely. It was as though she’d sucked the cum from his balls, not from the head of his cock. She refused to release his cock from her tightly clenched lips; her tongue ran over it, her orgasm not complete. He waited patiently, secure in her hot, tight mouth. She finally opened her eyes to stare up at him with his cock still splitting her lips but already his overabundant cum leaked from her lips.
The taste of his thick, pasty cum filled her mouth and bathed her tongue with a thick layer of the milky crème. She struggled to keep it in, told not to swallow it, told not to spit it out. Her thighs were drenched, her pussy tender and her clit throbbed from the blood that was still in the swollen and beaten bud.
Michael pulled his cock from her mouth as Faith released it reluctantly. Long, sticky lines of cum pulled from her lips before they finally broke free to stain her nose with his cum. A drop of cum slipped from her lips, but she slurped it back into her mouth. He could see her cheeks swollen with his cum, but he waited so she could savor him a little longer. “Swallow it, Faith.”
She tilted her head as she gulped, and he could see the way her neck moved that she swallowed it all. A smile came across her wet lips as she swallowed it all down and opened her mouth to show him her obedience. Her belly was filled with the warm fluid.
“Lick it clean,” was his next command. He pushed his semi-erect cock into her mouth, her lips closed tightly around it; her tongue went to work as her head moved. His cock slipped in and out of her lips, her tongue wagged on it and licked it clean of all his cum. It took a few minutes before
she spit it out. His cock glistened with a coat of her spit but not a drop of cum. It was ready for more; her pussy and ass would be taken before he would release her.
She was surprised when he untied her, but she knew he wasn’t finished with her yet. His cock already grew erect again. She could taste him in her mouth, but she wanted his cock in her pussy. He helped her up, the tight bondage made it hard for her to stand at first, the soreness between her legs from the riding crop made the first steps painful in a pleasurable sort of way. He led her naked through the house, her wrists tied in front of her as she dragged her along by the rope as though she was his sex slave. They went into a section of the house that Faith had explored before, but he seemed to know where he went. He opened a bedroom door and pulled her in. He turned on the light and the bulb flickered. He went to the back wall, and the wall began to slide open. Inside was another one of Michael’s rooms, Michael senior, not junior. Since junior knew it was there, Faith was sure that some fortunate occupant of the house had been taken there for his pleasure.
Michael lit the room up so she could see it. He pushed her into the center of the room where two chains hung down from the ceiling, leather cuffs attached to each one. He pulled her bound wrists up to attach one of the cuffs before he untied the other; Faith had no chance to change her mind. He pulled her other wrist over until he could secure that one, then he stepped back to admire his work. She looked down; his cock jutted out and bobbed in excitement. The bondage excited him as much as her. It took only a few seconds before she felt her arms pulled over her head. The leather dug into her flesh until her body was pulled up high and tight. He moved behind her, and she felt his hands hold her naked waist. Faith didn’t know what he was about to do to her.
He yanked her hair back until her head bent back. He took the black cock gag and pushed it into her mouth just as she began to cry out. It took brute strength, but he managed to push it through her lips. He released her hair now that her mouth was breached.
