"He's down at Lois'. We were invited, but I told them we couldn't make it tonight."
"Oh." Clara felt a twinge of disappointment. She wished Grant had seen her humiliation.
"We'll see them again sometimes," Wil assured her, reading her thoughts.
"That's nice," Clara murmured, sipping the sour. It was all madness. Sitting here on the bed, arms and legs bound, nude, talking casually with Wil, who was also nude, was crazy.
Wil began to toy with her, began gently stroking her naked thigh. She wanted to reach over and grasp his swelling dick, but couldn't. She was forced to sit in an awkward position by the tension in her anus. She put all the longing she could into her soft whimpers. His fingers tickled her sleek thigh, inches from her starving cunt.
From her leg, Wil moved up to her tits. He lifted each, weighed them. His thumb stroked over a stiff nipple, made it throb and ache hungrily. He pinched it, sent a flash of pain darting after the pleasure.
"Like it!" he asked.
"Yes…" she choked out. Her chest began heaving as her lust grew.
He pinched harder and there was another flash of pain. Her pussy drooled between her clamped thighs. She groaned as he raked her nipple with his fingernail.
A casual push and she flopped to her back. Her arms were under her, so she had to arch over them. Her feet were on the floor. The arch in her body made her knees part naturally.
He put his chill glass on her tight gut. She moaned with agony at the sudden, unexpected, icy touch. Slowly, he slid the glass down her bare stomach, down toward the curling brown fuzz of her pussy. She could do nothing but squirm as he drew tantalizingly near her steaming twat. Wil smiled, and studied her helpless writhings.
The glass touched her overheated twat, froze her tender tissues. Then Wil angled the glass so the bottom edge was in her furrow. He moved it slowly along her gash. The touch of the icy coldness against her clit made her convulse. Her thighs flopped open against the bonds and jeans around her ankles. Her hips bounced and thrust in a mad fucking motion, searched for something to fill her void.
"Please," she moaned when the burning in her clit became first numbness, then an agonizing ache.
Wil took the glass away, and her clit flushed and burned with relief. She sighed. Her cunt spasmed as if it was cumming.
Wil shifted, and was suddenly straddling her. His cock lay between her breasts. He leered down at her, and slid his dick forward toward her chin. She felt his prick leaving a slimy trail on her bare flesh, felt his balls slither along her chest. He moved his cock toward her mouth. There wasn't anything in the world she could do but lie there, and wait for it.
"Lick it," he ordered, sliding his dick-head over her chin to her lips.
Opening her mouth, she licked the heavy bar of meat. She tasted his jizz and her own juices and his fresh seepings. He thrust, and the rubbery tip of his dick rammed her nose. She continued lapping its underside. Her insides were a cauldron of hunger, lust, horniness, and disgust, as she licked his dick tenderly. She was looking up at him, and he was looking down at her. His cock slithered around under her wet caressing tongue. Hands on his hips, he studied her helplessness and humiliation and the naked horniness in her eyes.
She couldn't see the object of her tongue's attentions. She was barely able to see the brown bush at his groin. His balls rested against her throat. Her tongue stroked his hot meat, made it squirm and dance over her lips. Tipping her head to one side, she tried to catch his dong between her lips, but couldn't. Then he eased back a little. She lifted her head and managed to get her lips around his cock.
She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted his thick cream to spurt over her tongue and down her throat. Ignoring the pain in her neck, she slurped and sucked on the head of his cock, tried to make him jet his jizz into her mouth.
"Suck it, Baby," Wil groaned. He linked his hands behind her head, and hauled upwards so he could jam his cock farther into her sucking, working mouth.
Her cunt was in agony. It needed filling. But there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't controlling what happened to her body.
She curled her tongue around Wil's hot, throbbing cock-head and managed, somehow, to bob her head in a vague fucking motion. She sucked and slurped, fought to trigger the steaming jets she wanted so much.
Wil was grinning down at her. He looked like a fiend. There was a hot glitter of savage lust in his eyes. He crawled atop her and swung his hips, fucked his dick into her mouth. He was almost sitting on her chest. His nuts slapped the underside of her chin each time he entered her.
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled and drew on his dick.
It felt like her head was about to be ripped off. She wished it would be, because then, she would be able to get his whole cock in her mouth, instead of just part of it.
"Gonna cum," Wil announced, not releasing his grip on her head.
"Mmmmpph," Clara mumbled in encouragement and milked the underside of his cock with her tongue.
With a growl of animal lust, Wil spurted into her. His cock pumping, his balls tight against her chin, he spouted thick, scalding jizz into her. Clots splattered the roof of her mouth, drowned her teeth and tongue, rushed toward her throat. She swallowed the thick goo, felt the steaming wads slide into her throat. Her mouth was coated with fragrant slime and her head was filled with the musky scent.
Her cunt spasmed around nothing in a blind, unfulfilled orgasm of frustration. The empty cumming cramped her double. Her thighs clamped together in search of the body that should have been between them.
Wil's dick gave a final feeble fucker, emitted a last dribble. Eagerly, she sucked down his last watery emission, then, wearily, let her head flop back onto the bed. Her neck felt like it had been twisted. The muscles had been strained beyond belief. She suddenly realized she had no feeling in her bound hands. Her back ached from being arched so long.
When Wil heaved himself off of her, his dick spattered her cheek with spit and cum. She moaned, and rolled over to her side, then, slowly over onto her stomach. She was absolutely beat. She was also unbelievably, exquisitely horny. Her ass was sore, her back was sore, and her neck was sore. But her cunt was hungry.
She heard Wil using the toilet. Then the flushing sound made her realize that she needed to go.
"Wil?"
"Yeah?"
"I need to go to the john."
"Be my guest."
"Untie me?"
"Unh-uh."
She felt a flash of anger and pleasure. She rocked back and squatted awkwardly.
Her joints popping and creaking, she made it to her feet. Then, ludicrously, she started for the bathroom the only way she could: hopping.
The short, awkward jumps made her breasts bounce and jiggle crazily. Wil watched as she bounced her way to the bathroom. Her tits flopped at every jerky leap.
When she reached the toilet, she turned around, and tried, unsuccessfully, to shove the door closed. Finally, she lowered herself to the seat. As Wil watched from his easy chair, his legs spraddled, his cock hanging limply, she leaned forward. By levering her legs apart she managed to piss without totally soaking her thighs.
Then she realized there was no way she could wipe herself. Dismally, she told Wil her problem.
"I suppose I could leave you that way," he mused. "But I guess I wouldn't like that very much."
She cringed with shame as he took some toilet paper, and proceeded to wipe her cunt carefully. He lingered over the task until her clit was on fire from the stimulation.
After he flushed the toilet, he heaved her unceremoniously over his shoulder. Like a sack of potatoes, he carried her back into the other room and threw her onto the bed.
She was ravenous. "Wil, I need you," she moaned.
"I'm all used up," he answered casually, gesturing at his withered dick. He slouched back in the easy chair and studied her.