Her fingers worked on her pussy and one of them daringly slid just inside the warm damp entrance of her cunt, caressing slowly as she pinched her clit gently, spreading her legs farther, leaning back as the first waves of orgasm tore through her.
And then the whole thing took the turn it always did, beyond her control, the fantasy overwhelming her mind whatever she did, however she tried to stop it…
A door flew open. In the darkness, she cringed in the chair she was bound to. The ropes holding her arms tightly and her knees and ankles tied to each side, her legs open. Above her, up a short flight of stairs, stood the figure of a man. An immense, muscular man, silhouetted against the light. For endless moments he stood there, staring down at her. She whimpered and pulled at the ropes, but she couldn't move.
She realized that all she had on was a torn slip, torn in some previous encounter she could only vaguely remember, but it had been horrible.
Then, slowly the man came down the stairs, one step at a time, pausing at each one. In the shaft of light, he could see her, but still he was only an outline in the darkness to her. He reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Well, my little girl, have you recovered?" he asked in a menacing voice.
He put a light on and she blinked. He was wearing an open shirt and tight leather pants. Pants that outlined clearly the most enormous cock, standing up, reaching to his waist, straining to get out of his pants.
He walked up to the chair, stood arrogantly in front of her. She pleaded for him to let her go, but he just chuckled softly and reached out, pulling the ripped fabric of her slip away from her tits and taking one of her nipples between two of his fingers. She sobbed and then screamed as he twisted her nipple hard, writhing against the ropes until they held her and threw her back. Without any hurry, the man moved to her other tit, running his hand gently over it, pushing the ruined slip out of the way. She wept and pleaded, staring all the time at the huge cock level with her face. The pressure on her nipple increased until she was weeping, her body thrashing in the chair. She was utterly vulnerable to anything he wanted to do to her.
On the bed, Sally rolled, one hand in her mouth where her teeth bit down, holding in the screams of orgasm she knew would otherwise reach John in the bathroom. The other hand worked at her nipple, squeezing it, pinching for all she was worth. She hated herself for this, but she couldn't stop it. At the point of orgasm, the vision always took over. Always the man in leather, always the huge cock about to violate her. Always.
In the bathroom, John had his cock in his hand and was rubbing away, trying to get some release from the torment Sally was putting him through. One day he would get his revenge on that bitch, one day. But he could dream now, he could dream of getting her… tied up, her arms stretched up above her head, reaching over the beam where they were held securely by leather straps. She was naked, except for the playsuit she had worn to tease him that night. Her feet were just touching the round, held wide apart by more leather straps into ring bolts in the floor. She twisted and turned, begging him for mercy.
He felt his cock get harder as he moved closer to her, her eyes wide, her lips open, tears rolling down her face.
"Please let me go, John, please, and I'll be such a good wife to you, I will. I'll get you breakfast in bed every morning. Please?"
He laughed and ran his hand over her jutting, high-nippled tits.
"Oh no, my dear," he said softly. "Tonight we play a different game entirely."
"Oh, please… please, no," she sobbed as she caught sight of the long thin whip in his hand.
He laughed again and ran his hand down to her pussy, grinning as she twisted on the ropes, hanging by her hands, gyrating to the soft touch of her fingers on the blonde hair of her pussy mound, feeling the dampness already spreading there.
"I've had enough of your games, my dear," he said softly. "Quite enough."
With brutal suddenness he ran his finger up into her cunt, lifting her whole body on his hand. Again she screamed and begged, but he ran his finger around her wet hole far a few moments and then stepped back, getting the whole view of her, the arrogance gone, staring terrified at the whip in his hand.
"Now I'm going to show you what cockteasers get," he said.
"Oh, please," she whispered, watching his arm draw back, the whip hanging almost to the floor over his shoulder.
Terrified, she could only pull desperately against the ropes as he suddenly, almost casually, flicked his wrist forward and the leather caressed her tit, the knotted end biting savagely into her nipple. She screamed in agony as the pain ran through her body and the red stripe appeared across her tit.
The whip came at her again, on the other tit. She screamed and threw herself against the ropes as the pain shot out again and the red curving tit flesh showed where the whip had landed.
"Oh, please, please," she begged, watching as he whipped her again, adding another mark of torment to her tits. "I'll be good."
But nothing stopped him. Repeatedly he whipped her, getting back for all the time she had flaunted those wonderful tits in his face and never let him touch them.
John stepped closer, running his fingers over the red and hot flesh of her tits.
"Now you see what you get for teasing me," he said with no remorse at all. "Beg me to fuck you, or I'll whip you again."
"Oh no, please, don't do that again," Sally begged, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Then beg me to fuck you."
"Oh, please, don't make me… aaagggh!" she yelled as his fingers pinched the throbbing flesh of her nipple.
"Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh please, please fuck me, please, anything, please… please."
"That's better," said John, taking his fingers from her tits. He took his huge cock out of his pants and held her at the hips, running his hands down and over her spread thighs. Slowly he put the tip of his prick at the mouth of her cunt, working it over the slick flesh, damp from her pussy juices.
"Oh no, please, I'll be good," Sally said.
He rammed his cock right up her hot little cunt, until her body was speared on his fucker and the ropes over the beam held practically none of her weight at all.
"Oh God!" Sally yelled, her hips twisting, her cunt muscles sucking on his prick. "Oh please, come up me, please."
"I fully intend to," said John with great satisfaction as he rammed his cock shaft up her pussy again.
He eased back down, letting the ropes take her weight again. Then he thrust his fucker back up, enjoying the yell she gave and the new tears on her cheeks. Now he let her hang there and his hand went to her reddened tits, playing with them, sending new surges of pain through her body as he fucked deep into her cunt and bounced her helpless body up and down on his cock.
Sally screamed and her cuntal muscles closed around his cock, working for all they were worth, and the first surge of jism came up from his balls. He shoved her body up again, took the weight as it fell, fucked her as her fingers tweaked her throbbing nipples and his cock started to shoot cum deep into that helpless body, shot upon shot of jism shooting out…
There was cum all over the sink as John held his spouting cock and the last of the cum dribbled out and onto his hand. The pounding in his chest went down and he washed his prick off, cleaned the cum from the sink and threw it in the waste basket. Then he showered and went back into the kitchen.
Sally was apparently asleep in bed, her face away from him. He couldn't see that she was awake and in a blind fury at herself and everybody else. John looked down at her for a few moments, but then he climbed into bed beside her and switched off the light.