"Kiss me," she whispered, lifting his chin.
"Jesus," Bob sighed. Her lips touched his and he held very still. Her tongue probed for his lips, squeezing through to touch his teeth.
"Kiss me." She drew the words out into a long sigh. Her arms circled him and she let him feel her body, all of it flowing to him. "I want you, Bob. Your cock." She cupped his organs in her hand.
The pain from the whip faded and he could breathe regularly. He knew she would slash at him whenever she wanted, whenever he failed to… to perform for her. He knew he had no choice.
Bob closed his eyes and let his mouth open. "Okay," He whispered.
"Yes!" Janet's triumphant voice filled the room. "Yes!" She dropped the whip, took his head in both hands and began a new kiss, drawing him to her, plunging in with her tongue.
Bob held still while the woman wiggled against him. He felt her mouth suck at him and advanced his tongue, moving it mechanically into her mouth. Her hands were all over him, arms and hands caressing wherever they could reach, back, butt, cock, balls.
Her fingers pumped at his dick. It began to stir, just a whiff of thickness moving into the shaft. Bob felt it and tried to think of other things, anything but sex. But her fingers worked skillfully, her tongue licked and kissed and her tits slid on his body. The dick kept growing.
Bob surrendered to his body. Maybe, just maybe if he gave her what she wanted they would turn them loose. The cock got bigger, pulsing now, thickening all along the tool.
"Yes, yes." Janet twisted her crotch against the rising rod. "Yes. That's better."
Bob closed his eyes and hoped it would all be over soon.
Janet stepped back a pace and looked at the man. Drops of blood glimmered darkly on his chest. His tool curved thickly over his balls, slowly becoming harder. Her lust picked up a notch and she dropped to her knees.
Janet's hands spread over Bob's strong thighs and she felt the power of his muscles for a moment before she started to suck his cock. Desire deepened and she took the swelling meat into her throat. Her hands massaged up past the hips onto the flat belly, crawling to the chest as she licked at the tool.
Bob looked at the floor, the walls, at anything but the other people. He felt the full stiffness of his cock. And he felt a stir of pleasure in his balls a small moment, but he knew there would be more. The corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of Linda and he shut his eyes. A flash of enjoyment stung from his crotch.
"Oh." Janet sat back, staring at the hard-on. "You're big. Huge." She ran her hands along the shaft. "Linda, look. Look at your husband!" She stood up. "I got him nice and hard. And now I'm going to get him off."
Linda glanced over for a moment, long enough to see her husband's erection. She turned her head and closed her eyes.
"Beautiful, beautiful cock!" Linda held the rod with her hand and pressed her snatch to it, guiding the tool to her clit, sliding the dick around until her cunt boiled and her clit pounded with lust.
Bob stood still, trying not to enjoy the experience. But the feel of her moving fingers, the cunt on his cock, her tits pressed to his chest got to him. A brush of desire passed out of his crotch.
"Yes." Janet pushed her hips ahead, taking some of his prick into her cunt. "Oh. Yes." Lust soared instantly when she felt the hard rod in her warm flesh. She wiggled closer, moving most of the dick into her box.
"Fuck me." She clung to him, hips moving slowly, caressing his prick with the slow movements of the muscles in her pussy.
"I can't. Not with these fucking chains."
"Try." She squeezed his dick, leaning into him. "Fuck my cunt." Her lust kept getting hotter. Juice seeped from her snatch and spread along the inside of her thighs. Rocking back and forth, she brought herself almost to climax. "Kiss me." She hugged him, pasting her mouth to his, drawing his tongue into her mouth. Her legs lifted, curled around him and she hung there, his cock stuck way up her snatch.
Bob slowly began to move, curling his hips back, sliding a couple inches of hard rod back and forth in her sweet pussy. Pressure built in his crotch, sexual need growing, the friction of her slick tunnel along his organ raising his lust. His hips took on a life of their own, moving automatically, driving faster into the woman.
"Ohhhhh. Yes. Like that. Fuck me. Bob. So big. Big cock. All hard. Hard!" She crushed her tits to him, sweating with passion. Her legs locked around his torso and the heat steamed in her cunt.
Bob shaved faster. He wanted to came, wanted to get it over with. Just come and then she would stop. Maybe turn him loose so they could go away.
Bob clenched his teeth and rammed, driving steadily. He leaned back, enduring the pain that swept through his arms and stroked up, feet braced, wide apart, his balls swinging as he fucked.
"YES!" Janet yelped as the man really began to screw. Her passions thrashed along her nerves. "OH. OH GOD!" Her clit turned to molten fire. She clung to the man, swaying with him as they both lurched into climax.
Bob fell back, agony in his shoulders, holding the woman, screwing desperately, the pleasure strained from his balls. His body flexed, legs like steel girders. He forced himself to come, hammered at the twat, sudden blind fury ripping from him as he shot a batch of cum into the cunt.
"OOOOOHHHHH!!!!" Janet tore at his body, arms like whips, thrashing as she got off, lust devouring her, the powering of his body surging into her, his hard cock pounding her into the full savagery of sexual pleasure.
Bob grunted as the last of his jism sped out. He went slack on the chains, gulping air desperately.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh, Bob! Bob!" Janet kissed him frantically, sliding from his dick. "I knew you were going to be great. Just knew it." She helped him get to his feet.
"Let me go now. You got what you wanted."
"I sure did." She caressed his damp prick. "God damn. You are sure good."
"Take off the fucking chains. Do it, Janet." Bob looked right into her eyes. "I got you off. Now let us go."
"Not yet." Dan stood up. His cock was mostly erect. He stroked it as he walked. "I don't know about you, Bob, but once just isn't enough to satisfy me." He went toward Linda. "Hell, I'm just getting started."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda looked at the man. "No," she moaned, turning away from his naked form.
"You son of a bitch!" Bob shrieked, straining at the chains.
"Save your strength, Bob," Janet said. "I may want you again later on." She moved to the far side of the room.
"Don't. Don't!" Linda tried to pull free of the ropes and straps that held her to her bench.
"You sun look sexy tied up like that." Dan lay on her, placing his dick to her pussy. He shoved in and made a half-dozen brisk strokes.
"Get away from her!" Bob shouted as loud as he could. "You shit eating mother fucker. Leave her alone!"
Dan pumped steadily, prick touching every part of the snatch. His fingers played over her tits and he moved faster up her cunt striking to touch all over in the sleek sleeve. He felt his desires coil in his rocks and made a few more brisk stokes.
"Nice cunt, Linda." Dan stood up, cock very hard. "Nice turn on." He bent and kissed one nipple.
Janet fixed herself a drink and wandered over toward Dan. "Go at her, honey. Do it." She kissed the man briefly and sipped at her drink.
"You're awful. Filthy!" Linda sobbed again.
"Is she always this hard to turn an, Bob?" Dan asked as he bent and took off the strap under Linda's breast.
"Eat shit!"
Dan took off the strap over the boobs and Linda breathed more easily.
Ice tinkled in the tall glass as Janet sat on a square pillow close to the bound blonde. Cool beads of moisture streaked the glass and she pressed it to her pussy, ran it up between her tits and took a small swallow.