For one desperate second Sylvia let her fingers close over her twitching clit, and that was more than enough. The first pulse of orgasm shot out from her pussy and all over her body. She sucked on his cock, taking it even deeper. She moaned as her orgasm burst harder through her, the sound muffled on his cock. Desperately, she pulled him closer, until her face was flush against his dark cock hair and her throbbing tits could scrape against the stiff hair on his thighs. Again she moaned, working her tits up and down his legs.
Then she felt his cock leap as it always did just before it was about to shoot. He was yelling as the cum burst out of his piss slit to stream out into her hot mouth. She moaned with a final wave of orgasm as the salty cock cream pumped down her throat and she swallowed, again and again, taking it down. But even then, the cum backed up, filling her cheeks until she let some of it escape from her lips and flow down over her chin.
"Oh, yes!" Patrick yelled as his cock fucked in and out of her red lips, shooting cum all the time. "Suck it all down!"
He watched as her tongue flicked out to get more of his jism. Sucking as the slid down, the last waves of her orgasm washing over her, Sylvia took the last shots of cum from her husband. Then she cleaned his cummy cock with her mouth and caught the cum on her chin with her fingers and licked them clean, too. Then she just sat at his feet and looked up at him. Her short skirt just covered the tops of her thighs and her blouse was now open almost to the waist, showing the whole of her tit.
Patrick looked down at her.
"Now get me the whip," he said. "I'll teach you not to suck me off before I tell you to."
"Yes, sir," she said, and she got to her feet, flicking her skirt so that he could see her panties as she did so.
CHAPTER TWO
Sylvia walked over to the closet and came back with the leather whip. It had a short handle, and nine strips of knotted leather reached out about four feet.
"Here you are," she whispered, and she gave it to Patrick.
"So you finger-fucked yourself to a porno movie," he said softly, running the thongs of the whip through his fingers.
"Yes, sir," said Sylvia, spreading her legs and lifting the hem of her skirt until it was clear of the stocking tops. "I watched one about a girl getting raped by four men, sir. Oooohh, the things they made her do, sir."
Her fingers were inside her panties, rubbing the slick damp flesh of her pussy.
"I see," said Patrick, watching as his wife worked her cunt back, up into a frenzy. "And how many times did you come?" He flicked the whip threateningly through the air.
"Oh, I don't know, sir. Lots of times, everytime she came when they shot cum all over her face or into her ass, sir."
"Bend over the bed," said Patrick.
Sylvia gasped again and fucked a finger into her pussy before obeying. Their bed was high off the ground, especially for these occasions. The top of the mattress was just at Sylvia's waist and she bent down over it, spreading her arms out on the cover, her face deep in the soft warm down of the comforter. Her breathing was getting ragged again and her pussy started to run as Patrick slowly walked around the bed, looking at her. His hands moved over her ass, and he slowly eased one of his fingers into the crotch of her panties, still covered by her schoolgirl skirt. With the command of a true master, he slowly fucked his finger into her cunt, making her body roll and twitch at the sensations.
"You horny little bitch."
His hands pulled at the waistband of her panties, pulling them down, over the stocking tops and down her legs until he made her step out of them. Then he walked away and she stayed there, face down, waiting for whatever he chose to do next. Suddenly she felt the leather thong around her ankle. He pulled her legs farther open and tied her ankles to the stout wooden support of the bed.
Sylvia moaned and gasped and the first spasms of new orgasms flicked around her throbbing little cunt and ran down into her thighs and belly. But Patrick wasn't finished yet. He walked slowly to the head of the bed, lashing more thongs around her wrists and tying those to the headboard. Then Sylvia was utterly helpless.
He moved closer and flipped the blue skirt up, over her ass to her waist. Now she was totally exposed, her rounded ass cheeks bare except for the small, white panties that concealed very little. They hugged close to the deep cavern of her ass, but he still leaned in and gently slid the sides together until all of the nylon was gathered in the crack of her ass.
"Well now," he said, and he stepped back, lining her ass up, swinging the whip though the air, letting her hear it. "Such a naughty little girl."
"Aaaaaghhh!" Sylvia screamed as the whip cut across the taut flesh of her ass cheeks. Patrick lined it up again and lashed down, getting another scream from his wife.
"I'm sorry for all this pain, my dear," he said softly. "But you have been such a bad girl, I'm going to I have to whip you very hard." He thrashed the rolling globes of her ass again.
"Oh, yes!" Sylvia screamed. "Oh, God, I've been so bad. Oh, punish me, please, punish me."
She screamed again and again as Patrick settled in and gave her ass a series of hard, regular whippings. Again and again he whipped her until her ass was red, the tortured ass flesh flinching under each impact.
She yelled, her body going crazy under the beating, her ass thrusting up and down, reaching unashamedly for each downward beat of the knotted leather. Her ass cheeks got steadily redder as Patrick thrashed her again and the pain shot all over her body, mingling with the excitement of her rising come, pain and pleasure mixing, the orgasms building to an incredible climax.
But the bastard wasn't going to let her have her orgasm yet. Patrick knew her perfectly. He watched as her ass circled in the air and she begged for more, begged to be punished for being such a bad girl. Then, as he should have given her another hard whipping, he held his hand, watching as her body tensed for the stroke, then trembled when it didn't come.
"Oh, please!" she yelled. "Please, I'm going to come, please, whip me, please, please, please!"
Patrick walked to the head of the bed and moved over onto the mattress and sat between his wife's bound arms. She whimpered and cried, her body held just short of the great climax she wanted so much.
"You told me to whip you until my cock was hard again," said Patrick. He yanked her head up by the hair again and rammed her mouth onto his prick. "Do you think it's hard enough yet?"
His prick was as hard as it had been the moment it shot the first cum-load into her mouth. Sylvia rolled her lips round the huge cock shaft, sank it deep into her throat. He pulled her head back up.
"Oh, no, sir," she gasped. "No, it's not hard enough yet, sir. It's all my fault. You must whip me again, please, sir, whip me again." She groaned and tried to suck his cock again, but he held her head away from it, "Please, sir, please. I'll do anything, anything."
Satisfied, Patrick got back off the bed and Sylvia gasped with, new lust as she heard the whip sing through the air and crash onto her ass again. She sobbed, her face in the bed, her ass longing for the new pain he had promised her.
This time he didn't cheat her. At the top of each upward thrust of her red, throbbing ass, the whip crashed down to add another row of stripes to the soft ass flesh. Her ass cheeks were inflamed and the pain flowed through her entire body, reaching to the tips of her nipples as they rubbed deep into the bed, helping her get herself off. The orgasm grew and grew inside her body, the whip adding new dimensions until it burst deep in her guts, exploding outwards, and she could hear herself in an endless scream of release as the whip peaked each throb of come, raising her higher until she gave one final yell and collapsed on the bed, the tension broken, her body relaxing.