'Mmmgmmmff!'
Rhoda gagged, closing her mouth around his cock without biting him. The salty, bleachy flavor of his oozing pre-cum made her swallow, then nearly gag while Brad shivered and groaned. He was calling her all sorts of names, telling her he was going to do all sort of things… much in the same way that obscene phone-caller had done. He inched forward again, pressing his flat belly against her nose and chin. She felt one hand reaching down to her jaw, pressing hard against where the upper and lower bones met. The pain was too great. She had to relax again, open wider, admit the full thick length of his cock.
She was gagging, her stomach bucking, threatening to turn over from the sudden intrusion. Brad hadn't waited to be gentle. He shoved in, his cock sliding over her tongue, the head touching her tonsils and finally the back of her throat.
'Come on, baby, move your tongue. That's it, Rhoda, move it over my dick. Come on, I wanna feel you enjoying this, sucking it in,' he whispered hotly.
It was almost as if she were drowning, holding her head underwater. Somehow she managed to suck in air through her nostrils and around the sides of his hammering dick. Brad didn't seem to care whether she gagged on his dick or not. He kept sliding it in and out, faster and faster, telling her to work her tongue over the ridge that ran along the underside of his dick, then ordering her to suck around the place where the foreskin had been cut away.
'Mmmmmm, yeah, move it, move that damned tongue! Ohhhh man, suck me good, Rhoda, suck me good! Yeah, gimme that great kind of head I always thought you would.'
Just like a man. He was so kind and considerate at the office, almost too, much the gentleman. Never in her life would she have believed him capable of performing this way in bed! He was acting like some kind of animal. Now he was fucking her mouth, stuffing her with his dickmeat, rubbing his hairy belly against her face and relishing the way he was degrading her by this very act.
She was choking! He was holding her face too tightly to his belly, keeping his dick lodged too deeply in her throat. Rhoda panicked! Jerking her arms up, she dug her fingernails into his bully, making long red marks on his flesh.
Brad grunted, but still held tightly on to heat, his cock throbbing against her cheeks and tongue. Rhoda could feel her throat contracting around his cockhead, squeezing the meaty bulb, actually milking it as he drew his cock back and let out a long, shuddering groan. He was close, on the brink! Just a little more of that hot wet friction, just a little more of her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his prick, and he'd be spraying her mouth with his jizz.
'Man, baby, man, stop it!'
He grabbed her head and pushed her away, his cock springing away from her pouting lips. Rhoda crossed her eyes, staring at his fat dickhead. It had turned a dark shade of red, almost purple.
She was panting, gasping for air as his fat prick jerked against her nose. She could smell herself, smell him.
'Okay, baby, okay, now we have a little fun.' He slid off the bed, telling her to stay there as he rummaged through her drawers. What was he looking for? It was almost like watching a thief searching through her room and being helpless to stop him. Then he pulled out a pair of nylon pantyhose from the third bureau drawer. Twisting it into a tight rope, he stretched it thin between both arms, holding it up as he approached her once more.
Rhoda shrank back, scooting up until her head banged against the headboard.
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…'
