"You're full of shit. Both of you." His eyes did not leave the woman. He turned slightly to keep the full front of his naked body toward her, bending back his elbows to make his shoulders wider.
"You know what I can do with this?" She raised the whip above her head.
"Yeah. I remember."
"Then fuck me."
Bob tensed, waiting for a blow. "No."
"Fuck me." She moved closer to him, only about a yard separating their nude figures.
"No!"
"Yes!" Janet raked him with the whip, striking across his belly with a long sweep of her arm. "FUCK ME!"
"Go to hell." He got ready to be hit again.
"Stop. Don't!" Linda yelled from the bench. "Please. Just let us go. Please don't hit him again."
Janet paid no attention to the blonde. "I want your cock." Her hand snaked under his hanging tool. Three fingers gripped the meat and pulled it toward her snatch. She let Bob feel her fingernails on the delicate flesh. "Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely. The fingers tugged at the prick.
Bob drew his crotch back from the grabbing hand. "Just leave me alone, you fucking dyke bitch!"
"I'll tear your balls off." Her fingers closed like claws around his rocks. "You fuck me or you'll never fuck anybody else ever again – including that blonde bitch of a wife." She tightened her grip, making sun her nails cut into the flesh.
"God damned shit-eating cunt."
"Fuck me, Bob. Do it. See if you can get me to come!" She added pressure to her grip, causing him to wince with flashes of light pain. "Fuck me." She squeezed harder.
"You stupid bitch!" The pain increased steadily, radiating up into his belly.
"Fuck me," she said slowly, holding the same pressure. The man wiggled slightly from the pain and she smiled.
Bob tried to pull away from her hand, but she clung tightly, nails biting into the delicate skin. "Let her go first." He hung his head.
"No." Janet let go of his balls. "You just fuck me. That's all. You do it because I tell you to." She lifted the whip. "No deals. Just fuck my cunt."
"I… okay." He stood very still.
"That's better." She lowered the whip. "You're learning, Bob. Kind of slow, but you're learning."
"I guess so." He looked at the floor.
"Let's get at it." Janet crouched and took his dick in her fingers, stroking the flesh back from the tip before she ran her tongue around the fleshy end and put it between her lips.
"Oh, God," Linda groaned as she watched the woman begin to work on her husband's dick.
Bob closed his eyes and let the soft tongue begin to create some arousal in his prick. As his rod got a little thicker he moaned slightly with fake pleasure, a tiny sigh, hardly more than a deep breath. A whiff of enjoyment passed over his crotch and his prick got a little longer.
Janet took all of the swelling meat into her throat and sucked to get the man really turned on. Her hands strayed over his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles up his belly and around over his chest and back. She caressed his butt, right into the crack and his tool firm against her lapping tongue.
"Mmmmmmm," Bob sighed, making sure she could hear it.
Janet rocked back and forth, spreading her lips wider as the man made small strokes with his hips to fuck her mouth.
"Ohhhhhhh," Bob sighed, louder, hips swaying faster as his completely rigid prick stuck down her throat again. He moved faster and a moment of real lust swept him. Just for a second, but he knew it was real. "Yeah?" He leaned against her face with his crotch.
"Nice." Janet stroked his balls with both hands.
"Right."
Janet good up, moving so her crotch touched his tool. "Are you ready?"
"Sure." He slid his cock on her pussy.
Janet put both arms around his neck and clung to him, breasts tightly pressed to his chest. "Fuck me," She coiled her legs around his waist and climbed onto his hard cock.
Bob held her weight, bracing himself for the shock of pain when he had to hold them both with his chained arms.
Janet's lust turned hot as she settled on the spike. Her thighs gripped tightly and she swayed around on the dick. "Oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me. Be a man for me, Bob. Fuck me hard." She moved her hips, taking more of the meat into her cunt. "Fuck."
"Yeah." Bob stroked carefully, leaning back, taking more weight with his arms. He settled back farther, straining to hold her and let his legs start to heave, his arms holding them both, pain streaming into his shoulders as he fucked.
"Yes. Oh, God. So good. Oh. You're so strong." She started to kiss the man, lust like an urgent need in her flesh. "God. Oh, God. So strong. Strong!"
Bob returned the kiss, stoking with his dick into the cunt. His tongue rowed her mouth, his chest and belly pressed tightly to her sweaty body and she crushed him with her arms, pressed her pussy all around his prick. Real desire entered his balls and he moved faster, striking harder up the box until he was sweating.
"Oh, God. God!" Janet raked his back with her nails. "Fuck me. Fuck."
Bob slowed his drives, then hung limply in the chains. "I can't. I can't do it. Not with these chains."
"Just fuck me." She clawed his shoulder. "Make me come."
"Not tied up. I can't do it right."
"Bastard." Her nails drew a line of blood across his back.
"Untie me. Untie me and I'll really show you how to fuck. I'll fuck you until you can't see and then fuck you all over again. I'll give you more hard cock than you can ever handle. More real man than you'll know what to do with."
"Son of a bitch." Janet squirmed on his prick. "Fuck me."
"Not like this. Take off the chains and I'll show you what I can really do. I'll break you in half with my cock. Make you scream with my dick." He looked right into her eyes. "I'll fuck the shit out of you. Untie me!"
Janet stared at the man. His challenge inflamed her passions. His cock stirred primitive lust. Her bright red tongue crept slowly over her lips. Her clit throbbed with fresh excitement.
"Okay." Janet slid from his prick and picked up the whip. "I'll let your arms go. But the chains stay on your legs – just in case you get any ideas."
"All the way loose, Janet. I can't do it right like this." Bob got back on his feet, taking the weight from his arms.
"No way." She lifted the whip. "You stay with your legs chained."
"No. I can't do it that way. Not the way you want. Not the way I want to do it to you. Not real hard fuck. Untie me!"
"Just your hands." Janet went to the wall behind the man and unhooked the rope. She lowered the chain through the pussy until they hung in front of the man.
"Oh yeah." Bob sighed gratefully as the delicious coolness spread along his arms and shoulders. He flexed his arms, hitching his shoulders to clear the knots.
"Take the chains off my wrists," he said as the woman came back in front of him. "You can keep the whip. Beat me while I fuck you if you want to. If you can!"
"God damn!" Janet unwrapped two strands of chains from the man's wrists and unclamped the cuffs.
Bob flexed his fingers and rubbed the bruised flesh on his arms for a moment, not taking his eyes from the woman for an instant. His feet were still chained to the bench, legs apart. "Okay. How do you want it?" He stroked his dick lightly, making it completely hard again.
"Just like Dan. I'll swear you out the same way." She hoisted the whip, crouching just out of the man's reach.
"Okay." Bob hunched, one hand over his rocks. "Take me!" She taunted him, moving from side to side, just out of his grasp. She swung the whip and caught him across the shoulder.
"Bitch!" He tried to grab the flying lash but she moved too quickly. Another blow landed on his other shoulder, and a third on his chest as he tried to dodge. Sweat popped up on his skin, blending with the tiny drops of blood the metal tips on the leather thongs drew.
Lust thudded in Janet's cunt. She moved closer, aiming another blow at the man.