Robert Vickers
Tanya in chains
CHAPTER ONE
'You're so big in me,' moaned Tanya, struggling passionately with her boyfriend on the huge waterbed. The wave motion under her carried the woman up and down, sending the prick ever deeper into her pussy. She loved the feeling. But there had to be more to fucking than just this. There had to be or it would not be worth the sweat and time and effort.
'Do it again,' he urged. 'What you were doing with your pussy. I need to feel that cunt of yours smashing down hard around my prick.'
She tensed and relaxed her cunt walls and felt his cock jerk in lusty response. He was big. Bigger than she had any right to expect from his behavior out of bed. Charlie was an okay sort of guy but he left a lot to be desired in his approach to life. He wasn't terribly aggressive or ambitious. Still, Tanya couldn't afford to be choosy right now. The hunger in her loins threatened to devour her totally. She would go mad with lust if she didn't get enough cock to keep her happy and sated sexually.
These spells hit her periodically. She looked over all the men she knew and tried to evaluate each and every one of them. She always drew a blank as to the one she was excited the most by. They all seemed so namby- pamby. Not a one of them had ever had an original thought in his head. And the idea of competing and winning would scare them all shitless.
What she needed was a take-charge man, one who would know what her needs were and fill them totally. A man like that wouldn't have to be told what to do. A man who knew women – who knew what she would love the most – wouldn't ask her to tighten up her cunt so that both of them could get that much more of a thrill out of fucking.
He would order her. He would command her to do the things he enjoyed and this would give her the pleasure lacking in her humdrum life.
Tanya sighed and struggled a little more with the impaling spike of Charlie's cock inside her pussy. No matter what she did would pleasure the man. He was a zero in the equation of life. But she needed all him. Rather, she needed his cock inside her. Masturbating was a thrill and she never failed to get her rocks off doing it but it wasn't the kind of involvement she wanted. She was a woman who needed a man.
A real man.
'Fuck me good, Charlie,' she sobbed out, her emotions washing over her. But in spite of the arousal she felt inside, she also knew something was missing. But Charlie might – just might – provide it for her this time. Maybe he would take over. Order her around. Maybe even slap her. Maybe this was the time he would become the type of man she desired most and never found.
Maybe.
Tanya didn't count on it. She lifted her legs on either side of the man's body and shoved them out as straight and fast as she could. The impact of her snatch against the man's crotch sent his prick another inch up into her seething hot cunt. She shuddered under the impact.
'Fuck me hard! Be brutal!' she sobbed out. 'I want you to be as savage to me as you can!'
He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, just the thing she didn't want. The motion of the waterbed under her ass helped arouse her, but what she desired most was for Charlie to really take command. She locked her legs behind his back and pulled his crotch into hers.
His cock ground fiercely into her pussy but it wasn't the same. She was the one doing the work, not him. She wanted to be used, abused, reduced to a quivering blob of protoplasm and then built back up by the power of the man's personality, the promise of his cock. This type of lovemaking was all right for satisfying her physical needs but it did nothing for the psychological needs begging for fulfillment.
'You're so beautiful,' the man said, his motion deliberate, slow. He gazed down at her midnight black hair and her pale skin, which glowed with an inner light. He knew that it would glow even more after he'd finished fucking her. She would burn like an incandescent bulb, the sure sign that the fucking had been the best ever.
He bent forward and applied his mouth to her ample tits. The naked mounds of titflesh bobbed on her chest, as much from the movement of the waterbed as from her tortured, heavy breathing. She came the instant his lips touched one of those rigid, throbbing, hard little nipples. It was everything he could do, to keep his prick inside her.
'Hurt me, Charlie. Use me!'
'Hey, cool it,' he said, wondering at the strange turn the fucking always took. 'I'm not going to hurt you. You've get nothing to be afraid of.'
'Rape me, dammit. Use me. Take me hard.'
'Fuck me like I'm some whore, a bitch you hate!'
'I love you,' he said earnestly, continuing to suckle at her nipple. The hard nubbin of erect flesh pounded eagerly against his tongue. He shoved the pebble of nipple down into the softness of the marshmallowy flesh below. The feel of the woman's heart beating fiercely aroused him even more.
'Fuck hard. Rip me apart with your cock. Burn me up inside. Hurt me, damn you, hurt meeeeee!'
She came. The orgasm smashed through her and gave momentary release from the world. She soared on the wings of ecstasy and then drifted down to the world again. It hadn't changed. Everything remained the same. Charlie's cock still moved sluggishly inside her cunt when she needed it to fly. The man's mouth still licked and kissed her tits when she wanted him biting her, raising blood and making her entire body feel intense pain.
She needed those things. And she didn't get them.
Tanya tried to relax and just go with the flow of the fucking. She knew that Charlie wasn't capable of the lovemaking she needed. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like with a real man.
The feel of the cock inside her became more heated. A man hung like a bull elephant would fuck her, tearing her tender flesh apart. He would rape her, shaving his cock into her dry cunt. But she would respond. She was forced to respond to his brutal overtures. Her cunt juices would begin to flood out and her arousal would grow – but she would feel nothing but fear. The man was so large! One false move on her part and he would rip her apart all the way to her chin!
And the mouth on her tits. It wasn't a kind, tender and loving mouth. It was a mouth filled with sharp fangs. Those teeth would savage her snowy-white tits and leave ugly red streaks behind. And she would struggle to shove her tit even more fully into his mouth to get the full benefit of that brutal tonguing.
She lifted up off the waterbed, her chest surging forward. For a heavenly instant, pain ripped into her chest. The man's teeth gouged into her silky white flesh. And the pain exploded in her body like an atomic bomb.
She came harder than before. Her hips ground hard against the man's crotch, sucking the prick even deeper into her pussy and tightening like a hangman's noose around it.
'God,' he grunted, 'you're gonna break me off inside if you keep doing that. But don't stop. I love it!'
She didn't hear him. The blood pounded like the ocean's surf in her temples. Her ears were filled with nothing but the roar of her own pulse. The blood flushed her face and upper shoulders as another come stalked her tender body.
He fucked faster. She tried to make him speed up even more. The feel of another, larger come lurked in the woman's loins. She needed that sexual release like a flower needs water.
'More!' she screamed. 'Rape me. Use me. Fuck me gooooood!'
The come wasn't the intense one she had thought it would, be. The way he fucked her prevented it. She needed all-out fucking. No holding back. She needed the friction of cockhead against cunt wall burning her to a crisp. She needed it all and she wasn't getting it.
The woman's fingernails clawed at the man's back, leaving bloody trails. She hardly knew she did it. But it was a good to him to fuck her more. And he did speed up the tempo of his fucking.
The lewd squishing noise of his prick racing up into her excited, seething hot cunt came to her. She could
