Whips and chains for mom

Chapter 2

"Mmfmmfmfmfffff!"

He had unfurled the belt, letting the beveled tip chew into her asshole. Chuck was beating her with a horrid regular beat now, the belt snapping in the air high over his head, then crashing down onto her back and ass. There were criss-cross red marks on her upper and lower back, matching those on her asscheeks as the big stud kept on slamming the leather hard against her body.

"Yaghhfhhfhfhffffff!"

Chuck had taken careful aim on the last blow, making sure the tip slashed into her shitter and yanked it out of shape. Joan thought he bad shoved a burning candle into her asshole! She shouted through the gag, feeling her cuntal naves vibrating. Those awful, wonderful vibrations were being telegraphed to her clit. How that small gland ached and throbbed! She clutched the mattress to keep from throwing her hands around her dripping cunt. She could just imagine the guffaws that would spring from Chuck the moment she began massaging her throbbing pussy.

"Uhhfhhfhhfffff!"

Joan found herself keeping her asscheeks tense, instinctively opening and closing them with each beating smack of the leather. Then as Chuck slowed his beating, she raised her ass in an attempt to absorb the last of the attack.

"You fuckin' cunt! You want more, huh? You wanna really feel this mother crackin' into you, eh baby? You don't have enough, so you want more?"

"Nooooffffff!" Joan lied, her tears rushing down her face as Chuck brought the belt down like a whip, curling the leather around her neck. She choked as he temporarily cut off her windpipe.

"Gonna have you dancin' naked in the streets by the time I get through with you. You ain't gonna be screamin' no to anybody around here, baby. It's gonna go all the way?'

He stopped the beating. Thank goodness, he stopped the beating! But still Joan felt hot all over, her flesh seeming to glow while those delicious tingling needles sapped her resistance. Her cunt started twitching, the soft, pink, velvety walls rubbing against one another while juice flowed freely from her pussy slot. She rolled her hips again, feeling the sexy, subtle rub of her outer labes against one another. Sneaking one hand down under her thighs, Joan rubbed her fingers over her pussy, feeling her clit against her palm. Oh, oh, that was good, really good! She began raising her thighs a hula, fucking her cunt up against her hand.

"Can't stop movin', eh slut? Even when I'm not beatin' the luck outta you, you gotta still keep that ass movin' around."

"Let me go!" she shouted just as Chuck reached around and ripped the jockey shorts from her mouth.

"Come on, baby! You'd freak if I let you go. Probably be fuckin' yourself all night with a Goddamned hairbrush, wishin' I was back workin' you over."

"NO, no, you lie!" Joan whispered, her eyes rounded while-she felt her ass and back still hot and stinging from all those belted blows.

"Check yourself out, cunt. You can't keep that fuckin' ass still, man. You gotta have some action back there. And that's just what you're gonna get!"

"What… what are you doing?" Joan gasped, her muscles tightening with fear.

"Just keep your fuckin' hands back there right up against the headboard."

Holding one hand up against the headboard, Jack slipped the nylon formerly used to hold the gag in place around her left wrist, binding it to the wood and cinching the stocking tight with a double figure-eight knot. Joan rolled her eyes up, her lips parted as she watched him fastening the bond.

"Other's around here somewhere," he muttered to himself, slipping off the bed and kicking his boots through the pile of clothing strewn over the bedroom floor. Finding the stocking's mate, Chuck drew Joan's other arm back, keeping it three feet from her left hand and binding it to the headboard in similar fashion. Joan squirmed up, easing the pressure on her drawn back arms.

"You're gonna suck a man's cock now. I'm gonna fill that pretty little-mouth with cockmeat ‘til I hear you coughin' and gaggin' with it. And that's what you want, right?"

"No!"

She shouted at him, her eyes wide as she heard what he was about to do to her.

"Can't stand a lyin' broad," Chuck said, slapping her twice, then grabbing her by her knees and pulling her down on the bed. The woman groaned, feeling her muscles stretch painfully from the move. It was then Chuck unbuttoned his faded Levi's, pulling down the zipper and opening them in front of her.

It was huge! It was monstrous! Joan's mouth widened, her throat tightening as she saw the horrid thing bobbing inches in front of her His cock was at least eight inches wide and two inches thick. His meaty cockhead was a dark purple, the satiny skin stretched thin while a drop of pre-cum oozed from his narrow pissslit. The sac below the monstrous sausage of veins and hard muscle was swollen like a bag of walnuts.

Chuck grinned at her frightened reaction, sliding one hand down to his cock and letting it massage the base slowly. More drops of cum oozed from his slot, dribbling down in long clear streams toward the bed. He squeezed his balls now, rubbing them up against his crotch while massaging his thick cockshaft.

"Told you I was gonna make you dance naked in the Streets. One fuck with this mother and you ain't never gonna want nothing else."

"Stop it!"

But Chuck had no intention of stopping anything. He reached around, bending his knees slightly while rubbing his prickhead up against her lips. Joan was no stranger to sucking prick. There had been times when her late husband had been just too tired to fuck and she had used that little trick to arouse him. But those times had been mutual acts of love, of respect. This was something else, an act made to degrade and use her. Joan felt his hands tightening around her skull while his cockhead pressed up harder against her lips.

"Go on, swallow this mother, bitch! Get that tongue around it. You licked my boots real good. Now it's time to fuck around with my cock!"

Reluctantly, Joan opened her mouth, feeling the satiny fat cockhead sliding over her front teeth. She opened even wider, feeling her jaws ache from the tension as the big stud slipped his fuck rod into her throat. He mouth-fucked his cock halfway in, working his hips around in a circular motion, stirring his prick in her mouth as if it were a giant thick spoon.

"Mffffff!"

Gagged again, and this time with a man's prick!

"Suck it out, baby, clean me out with that tongue!"

She should have been feeling numb, or at least feeling nothing but shame and revulsion at what was happening to her. Instead, it was all she could do to fight back the moans she knew were bubbling to her lips. He was cupping her tits in his bands now, pushing his fingers deep into the soft, silky flesh until the pressure hurt-but hurt oh, oh, so wonderfully good! She shifted her ass on the sheets, feeling the material wrinkle and gat her up into her asscrack. He caught her hard nipple in his fingers and started twisting them, squeezing them cruelly until Joan thought he was going to crush them.

"Mmmmmmfffffff!"

"Gettin' too much for you? Gettin' too hot for you, baby? I don't think a brandin' iron's too hot for you, bitch!"

He rubbed her nipples again, sending yet another inch of his fuck meat into her mouth.

He was moving his thighs back and forth, back and forth; sending his cock in and out until saliva dribbled from her mouth and began wet ting down her chin. Joan sighed, the thick cock oil bubbling from his prick into her mouth until the salty taste made her swallow. She knew it was coating her mouth and throat, and loved every second of it. The ache in her jaws from all that stretching was gone now. All Joan felt was delight racing through her. How she wished something was touching her cunt while she gave the intruder head. Twice, she instinctively tried pulling her hands from the headboard. The silken bonds held firm-however, cutting pain fully into her wrists each time she tried working them loose.

"Uhhhfhhfffff!"

Her eyes widened, the insides of her nostrils burning as she sucked in air to feed her oxygen starved lungs. Chuck was shoving most of his fuckmeat all the way in now. He was leaning forward, bracing his hands on the headboard behind her while shoving in. She smelled his cock hair and the sweat of his crotch. It was a lovely smell, an odor that triggered her into heat. The slippery hot pink tissues of her cunt clutched suddenly into itchy knots. She pushed her legs apart, feeling her heels dangle over the sides of her bed. The woman let out a soft moan as she pushed her had forward, slurping up and down, licking back until she thought the tip of her tongue was touching the base of his prick.

"Yeah, gimme that head! Christ, that's real good! Real good, bitch. Man, you keep sayin' you don't wanna do it, but fuck, you can't stop suckin' me off, can you! Goddamned little bitch lair!"

He was twisting his hips back and forth again, making his cock rotate in her mouth. Joan hated herself for liking it. She felt his prick brushing over the insides of her cheeks, making them puff out as if she had pouches in them. Her tongue worked busily up and down the sensitive underside of his cock, flicking at his thick cum-tube, then moving around over the tight scar where his foreskin had been cut away.

"Lick it with that tongue, bitch. Yeah, that's it, get my meat and take it down your fuckin' throat!"

He had his eyes closed, working his hips back and forth, shoving his fucker all the way into the woman and watching her lips flatten against his groin. Joan groaned, taking a deep breath and letting the man shove his cock into her tight throat.

"Yeah, that's it, all the way, all the fuckin' way with that fuckin' mouth!"

"Ummmmm!"

She was giving him a hum job as well, moaning and rubbing his-prick with her tongue. She held her breath, diving deeper, rubbing her tongue up and down, up and down the sides of his fuck rod while feeling him jerk and twitch against her. She knew he was close from the way his pre-cum was spilling into her throat. And for the first time this evening she was hoping he would stay with her, would keep from shooting down her belly.

"Yeah, Christ!"

Joan wanted him to keep his cock in her. She found herself liking the feel of the long, fatheaded prick inside her mouth. She liked feeling his hairy groan rubbing up against her face, the curls around his prick tickling the insides of her nose.

"Ohhhhh, Christ, Jesus… man, that's somethin' else! You got a fuckin' magic tongue there, Lady. You're gonna make me pop off if you keep rubbin' that thing around my dick."

"Mmmmmmfffff!"

Joan felt her cunt catch fire, her thighs itching and burning as electric shocks rushed up and down her legs. She liked it, loved feeling this man abusing her, rubbing up into her while mouth-fucking her. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was better than anything she and Matt had ever done.

Moving her legs around, Joan found that by jerking her hips up and down she could increase the rubbing sensation of her labes against her clit. She tightened her assckeeks, throwing her legs to one side and bracing them against the mattress while jerking up her hips. Oh, there it was, that magic rub, that wonderful touch that sent those sparking signals racing, through her clit!

"Mfmmfmfmfffff!"

Joan tightened her lips around Chuck's cock, working her tongue back and forth against the underside of his prick while taking care to keep her teeth well away from his cockhead.

"Man, oh man!"

He was pounding her face with his crotch now, his balls pillowing up against her chin while saliva frothed around the stretched corners of her lips. The headboard rattled against the wall, cracking some of the plaster as Chuck's fucking movements became violent.

"Fuck it, take it, take it all, baby, take all my cock in your mouth!"

Joan felt his rock-hard leg muscles catching her face in their grip. The two of them were rocking back and forth now, the big man bracing himself against Joan while she sucked as hard as she could. Joan sucked in air through her nostrils, making soft wheezing sounds as she felt the bulge of his cockmeat lodging in her throat. When Chuck let out a groan and pushed his hands down to her face, the woman reluctantly let go, softening her lips around his prick.

"Yeahhbhh, that's a good bitch. You're real good in doin' what I want. You're gonna be real good for me, real good."

He was rubbing his cock over her mouth, watching as Joan licked her tongue over his prick like a puppy smacking his lips at the dinner bowl.

"Give you a taste of your own medicine."

He knelt between her legs, sliding both bands under her ass and kneading the white flesh cruelly. She winced under his hard touch.

Joan snapped her head back, banging it hard against the headboard as she felt her legs stretched wide, Chuck nuzzling his face between her soft thighs. He was mouthing through her tight blond curls, then opening his lips wide.

"Mmmmmmm!"

Joan arched her back, thrusting her firm tits high in the air while tightening her thighs around his head. His mouth closed over her cunt. Be took the whole thing inside his mouth, sinking his front teeth in her cuntlips. She felt the nerves vibrating and spasming under his caress, snapping and the moment he began wriggling his tongue in and out of her cuntal crack.

"No, no, no!"

It was almost worse than the beating, almost worse than the slapping and mouth-fucking. This was a teasing sensation that was driving her up the wall. Joan twisted her hands in the silken bonds, working her ass up, feeding the big man her cunt and wishing he would put something far larger, far stiffer up her pussy. That prick, that cock that had nearly broken her jaw with its thickness and length. That's what she wanted in her, chugging through her body, slamming home and making her feel like a woman once again.

"Ohhhbhh!"

He was sucking onto her like a leech, eating her cunt until Joan was trembling and moaning and twisting her ass up to his face. Her legs closed hard over his head, trapping the big man tight against her body. For one brief moment she was in control, holding him captive, keeping him in cheek while she worked her thighs up.

"Man, good, real good, real good!" he groaned, eating down into her pussy, moving his tongue in and out with fucking movements. "But I ain't gonna make you cum this way. You're gonna go nuts, but with my cock."

Chuck rolled around, pulling off his boots, then sliding his Levi's off. Joan knew this was it, the moment of truth she had been waiting for. He was going to fuck her as he had threatened to. Reaching down, he picked up the belt once more, doubling it, then moving up to her and pressing it hard against her throat. The pressure kept air from going down her windpipe to her lungs. Joan panicked, kicking her legs out, thrashing from right to left while tugging furiously at the bonds behind her.

"Yeah, real fear, eh baby? You think I'm gonna choke you?"

"Unhhhhhh!"

The leather grew tighter, chafing bet flesh, rubbing up against her windpipe. And then it slackened off. Chuck laughed at her, then bent over and pulled up another pair of nylons.

"You didn't think it was gonna be an easy fuck did you?"

Joan felt him lifting one of her legs high in the air, bringing it back until the tops of her toes brushed up against her fingers. He bound her ankle to her wrist, moving around and raising her right foot in the same way. In a few moments, Joan was rolled all the way back, her legs high in the air and spread, her ankles bound to her wrists and to the headboard. Her cunt was completely exposed as was her asshole, something Chuck was not about to let go unattended to.

"Ow!"

She screamed, feeling his finger jam into her shitter.

"Just the start, bitch, just the start!"