Daughter degraded

CHAPTER FIVE

He was standing there twisting the panty-hose tighter and tighter. The heavy swing of his cock thrilled her. Rhoda wasn't used to being around cocks. She had forgotten how beautiful they could be. Of course she couldn't really tell Brad how she felt or show him what was going through her mind. But still the sight of his fat cock made her cunt hotter, itchier, achier. As Brad bent over her, he told her to touch his balls. She did, feeling her heart skip a beat. They were heavier than she ever remembered her husband's being.

"Yeah, feel good, right? Filled with cum, baby, for you."

Rhoda shivered. He lay the pantyhose down on the bedstand, then moved back, spotting her bathrobe.

"This is a hell of a lot better for what I've got in mind," he said, sliding the belt out. "Give me your hands."

She did as she was told, feeling the silk belt go around her wrists, snugged tight. She was on her side now, already helpless as a kitten, the belt being so tight it nearly cut the circulation off to her fingers. Brad was bending her knees back, panting heavily, the full sway of his cock brushing against her buttocks.

"Ughhhhooooo…"

He was binding her, tying her up so she couldn't protest against anything he did to her. He pulled her wrists and ankles together, then wound the silk stockings around her ankles. Finally he fastened both wrists and ankles together with the pantyhose, cinching the assembly together with two double square knots. He rolled her back onto her spine again. The soles of her feet were pressed together, each ankle bound to one of her wrists. She couldn't possibly close her knees or roll away.

"You dig it?"

"It's… it's terrible. I don't… don't know if I like this," she gasped, lying through her teeth.

Of course she liked it. Her husband had never suggested doing this in all the years they had made love together. Apparently Brad was an expert in bondage. He was admiring his handiwork, trailing his fingers along the flesh of her inner thighs and smiling as her skin puckered up into goosepimples at that light touch.

Rhoda shivered again, tightening her ass muscles and moving her ass slowly over the bed. Helpless, helpless in her own house, in her own bedroom, and made that way by her boss! She sucked in a lungful of air through her flared nostrils, feeling sexier than she had felt in years.

"Now I'm gonna have some fun… and if you relax, you'll probably enjoy it too."

He was kneeling between her bound legs, holding one knee in each hand and spreading them slowly apart. He started kissing first one thigh, then the next. Lower and lower he slid his tongue, licking the salty perspiration off her white, shivering thighs.

Rhoda moaned, prancing her ass around the squeaking mattress, silently begging for him to take care of that terrible itchy ache pulsing between her legs.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

His mouth dropped dangerously close to her cunt, his tongue flicking out, touching her skin with feathery caresses, leaving a long silver trail of spittle on her flesh.

Rhoda was going crazy, whimpering with lust, straining against her silk bindings. They cut into the flesh of her wrists and ankles. A tingly thrill of being helpless, of being bound naked, made her heart pound fast. Her tits jiggled, the nipples becoming hard and red, aching to be touched, sucked, kissed!

Brad groaned, reaching up with both hands as if he could read her mind. He was touching her tits, rubbing the heavy under swell of her tits, pinching the white resilient flesh until Rhoda cried out and arched her back. She writhed on the mattress, her long blonde hair fanning out all around the pillow as she edged up to climax.

Climax! What a wonderful word, that was! She was going to cum, going to pop, while Jack fucked and sucked her!

Just the thought of fucking drove her wilder than before! He was thumbing her nipples now, rubbing them until they were throbbing in time to the beating of her clit. And all the while he was sliding his mouth down, down toward the musky smelling furry blonde thicket just below.

Rhoda felt his hot breath blowing through her feathery cuntal curls. He was close, so close. Then he felt his nose pressing against her clit, felt his lips touching the puffy outer edges of her labes. Now he was tonguing her, licking her like a dog!

Rhoda squeezed her asscheeks together again, doing her best to raise her crotch up, press it against his face, give him more of her slick cunt to eat.

"Ummmmmmm…"

He was mouthing her, sucking hard while flicking his tongue over the slick folds and hollows of her pussy again and again. He pressed his nose against her clit, purposely rubbing it back and forth, pressing that dainty squiggle of flesh down, then letting it pop back up again. He knew how to arouse a woman, to turn her into a raging beast while she couldn't do anything about it.

Rhoda was bound, bound and helpless, enjoying herself all the more for the restraints holding her prisoner. The headboard clattered against the rear wall as her body writhed beneath Brad's ministrations.

Rhoda felt his teeth nibbling along the edges of her cuntlips. Rhoda couldn't help herself any more. She screamed, digging her fingernails into her buttocks, wailing for more stimulation. He sucked harder, spreading her legs farther apart. The tension peeled her pussy open, exposing more dark-red moist cuntmeat for him to feed on. Brad groaned as he ate her out.

The big blonde woman went mad with lust, closing her eyes, imagining Brad were some kind of Cossack raping her brutally. Her cunt was dripping with juices, tense with delight, aching for some kind of satisfaction.

"Maybe I should leave you like this now hanging up there, waiting for me," he said.

"No, oh nooo!"

No, he wouldn't do that! That would be the cruelest of tortures, having worked her up to this kind of sexual fever pitch then leaving her high and dry.

"Yeah, I could sit here and watch you go crazy while I jerked off. You'd watch my dick get good and fat, shoot off, and there wouldn't be a damned thing you could do about it."

"No, no, don't say things like that," Rhoda gasped, feeling her mind spin around.

She would go mad if he did something like that. Not even her husband did that. He had always satisfied her… about the only good thing he did.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be all that good for me either," Brad conceded, chuckling at having discovered just how hot and eager his secretary was.

He went back to eating her out, growling, pursing his lips together and sucking hard while digging his fingernails against her fleshy thighs and working them apart. It was heaven for Rhoda. Never before had someone done this for such a long time. Her husband had eaten her cunt many times but he had done it only as a preliminary to their lovemaking.

"Oh no, no, nooo!"

Brad seemed to enjoy oral sex thoroughly. He was sucking her hard, tonguing her avidly, using his mouth and tongue as if they were tiny cocks all fucking her at once! Just when she thought she was going to pop off in that wonderful sucking mouth of his, Brad pulled back, wiping the spit and cuntjuice off his mouth.

"Good, baby, good, Rhoda," he said, dropping down and kissing her passionately, driving the tongue he had used on her cunt into her mouth.

Rhoda gagged, smelling her pussy on his cheeks, tasting her cunt on his lips. And yet, how good it was, how everything seemed to mix together, mingle in one wonderful sensation of fucking, sucking, kissing. She moved again, wiggling her ass, feeling the silken bonds rubbing against her wrists and ankles, touching her thighs. If only she could, move her hands, touch Brad, touch his balls, touch his dick!

"Oooooo!"

He could tell Rhoda was getting close, getting close to cumming, to losing what little control she had left. He reached down, holding his cock in one hand, pressing the fingers hard into his throbbing meat. Twice he had nearly popped off, spraying his load against her prancing ass. Brad had wanted to do this to his secretary for over one year now. He had bided his time, waiting for the right moment. It had come unexpectedly with the disappearance of her sluttish daughter. It had come after months of preparation, of daring.

"Ohhhhhh God!"

Brad moved down and kissed her tits. Rhoda went wild, arching her back, trying to shove a nipple between his teeth. The big man laughed at her plight, moving back. She thrashed feverishly in her bonds.

"You're a real hellcat, aren't you?"

He was breathing with difficulty now, opening his mouth wide and covering her aching nipple with his lips. Rhoda screamed. She felt the hot spit trickling down her side, heard him smacking hungrily, sucking with a passion. She had read about these things, read about how some men specialized in doing this sort of thing, sucking off women, driving them half-crazy with their tongues and lips while leaving, the flicking aspect of sex as the very last act. Apparently Brad was one of those men. Now she could understand why some women went after this sort of thing. A man could control the pressure, playing a panting woman as if she wore a finely tuned instrument. And all the while she knew his cock was there, dangling between his legs, brushing up at times against her just waiting for the right moment to be shoved in.

"Unnghhh…"

Now his dick was slipping back, sliding toward her swollen cuntal mouth. He centered the purplish bloated head of his cock over her slit, then stiffened his legs, angling his body sharply against hers. She knew he was going to fuck her, fuck her hard!

"Ohhh, yesssss!"

When his dickhead hit her cuntlips, Rhoda exploded, arching her back once more, supporting her upper body on her shoulders. Her face was a mask of intense concentrated lust, her jaw quivering while moans of delight came from her throat. She pranced her ass up and down, gasping for it, demanding more stimulation's, more of his mouth, his dick.

"Oh yeah, Rhoda, yeah, you want this, you want it. You wanted me to suck your cunt, and now you want my dick in it."

For a second, just for a second, something triggered a thought in ha mind. There was something familiar now about that voice, something familiar about that sentence. What was it? God, she couldn't concentrate, couldn't focus her mind on what was being said. All she could think about was his cock starting to spear into her pussy, spread apart her itchy, slick cuntal walls while his balls dragged over the bottom of her cuntal mound!

"Fuck… fuck!" Rhoda cried.

She was saying that wonderful word, pronouncing it shamelessly, begging her boss to fuck her, to take her and do what he pleased with her. She was his slave for as long as he could take care of that awful hot pressure throbbing between her legs.

"You bet, Rhoda, you bet," Brad answered.

He lunged fast into her cunt. Rhoda cried out, thinking the world was coming to an end. Bright lights flashed in front of her while her head throbbed. She threw her body from side to side, her blonde hair tangling around her throat. She whined. She felt desired, beautiful, helplessly bound.

And that thing inside her! When his cock was deep, really deep, she could feel it like a fire against the knotted mouth of her pussy. The way she was tied made it hard for her to move in the way she might have enjoyed. But her restricted movements were at least as exciting as being completely free. She found that by tensing the large muscles of her ass his dick gave her more friction. "Ohhhhhhhh God!"

"Like it, huh? Enjoy this, baby? Enjoy having my dick trenching you out?"

"Yes, oh – fuck me… harder!"

There was no boss/secretary relationship any more. The only thing that existed was Rhoda and Brad, two individuals going mad over one another. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!"

She could feel his dick rubbing against her clit faster now, could feel his body shivering. Once or twice he had to tell her to stop moving, stop her twisting and jerking, or he was going to pop off right there. She didn't want him cumming… not yet. Rhoda was close, desperately close. Bu she wasn't ready to lose her load yet.

"Oh God!"

Brad had her other tit in his mouth now. As he sucked the tender nipple, she writhed. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked into her cunt, his balls slapping against her upturned buttocks. And then as her belly seemed to fill with dickmeat, Brad bit teasingly around her nipple.

Rhoda babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made her excitement rush along all her nerve endings. She groaned Brad's name as he worked his powerful hips with a building tempo. The juice seemed to erupt from her cunt. She felt it leaking between her asscheeks, sucking her ankles, wetting the sheet beneath.

Rhoda ground her hips around hungrily, wildly, straining as hard as possible. She was going to cum. She was going to climax now. It would be so good, so hot and good!

"Brad… oh God, you're sooooo good!"

It was funny how getting fucked by someone made her feel so close to him, even though he had done this to her without asking. His masterly manner, the way he brutalized her, made her dig her nails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss. Brad kissed her hard, his tongue fencing with hers.

When Brad held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt, Rhoda quivered. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, waiting for his cock knob to be speared into her cunt. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other.

The silk belt and twisted pantyhose burned her skin. Her shivering muscles bucked helplessly as Brad raked pure pleasure from her soft cuntlips. Her clit was swollen and hot, pulsing with a raging tickle that jolted cries of delight from her throat.

"Ohhhhhhhh God, God, God!"

Rhoda's thighs were smeared with cunt juice. Her wrists and ankles had welts where the silk hat cut. But as each wild storm of ecstasy washed over her body, the pain seemed like a delicate sensation. She was enjoying the pain, jerking her arms and legs harder to let that pain blend with the vicious fucking of Brad's dick.

"Now!" she screamed.

Rhoda was only a second away form madness. Then the second passed and she went crazy, gripped by the power of her orgasm. She felt Brad's cock jerking around, banging against her convulsing pussy. He was shooting, spraying his load into her.

Rhoda closed her eyes and tried to picture his prick bouncing around inside her, the dark head spitting out wad after wad of the thick white cream, filling up her hole while his balls rested against her buttocks.

Again and again, terrible spasms ripped through her cunt, making Rhoda jerk and twist hard against the mattress. Her cuntal muscles spasmed, gripping Brad's cock hard, milking it at least twice for each wad his dick shot out. For several minutes Rhoda's cunt was hot, wet, clenching, milking his hot cock.

When it was finally over, she collapsed, feeling drained, almost dead. Brad eased his cock out of her, rolling her on her side and untying the knots at her wrists. She felt him undoing the silk tangle, throwing the hose and belt to the floor.

"Better than I ever thought it would be," he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her naked, cum-smeared thighs.

Yes, perhaps. But now Rhoda thought of Cindy, and that thought destroyed what happiness she could have had now. Cindy was in trouble Rhoda was sure of it.