CHAPTER TWO
The minister's wife felt Joe's blunt cock-tip poking against the back of her throat, the mixture of spit and pre-cum coating her mouth and making her swallow. This was a form of sodomy, one of the worst sins the New Testament preached about, and one her husband harped on continually. And it was a sin that now made her cunt boil and spasm.
Joe was still yanking at her hair, his muscular hips working back and forth while his prick slid rhythmically over her flattened tongue. She could feel the veins of his cock rubbing against her stretched lips as the big man groaned with delight above her.
"Ohhh, man, hot fuckin' mouth. Baby, you're a real natural for cock-sucking, you know that? Must make that fuckin' minister a right happy guy at home," Joe said, his fingers fanning on either side of her head. "Whip that skull on me, bitch! C'mon!"
Frothy spit oozed around the corners of Ellen's lips. She could taste his cock-lube coating her throat, sliming down to her belly while her head bobbed back and forth. She couldn't fight him anymore. His knees pressed painfully against her narrow shoulders, shoving her into the mattress while his hairy balls dangled over her chin. He was fucking her face, his groin flattening her nose with every downward cock-lunge.
Ellen started feeling dizzy, gagging at every shove as more and more pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit and coated her mouth. Joe was coughing now, his excitement rising as he pounded the back of her throat harder. Ellen thought he was going to cum.
For one mad moment, she felt something like regret. Halfway worked up, she would hang there while he finished him off. Oh, how like her husband he would be! Suddenly Joe slowed down, his hips churning his prick around in her mouth, pushing out her cheeks while his cum-laden balls dragged gently over her chin. Ellen felt his fingers pressing hard against her skull and feared he would crush her head like an eggshell.
"Man, oh man! That hot suckin' mouth's gonna drain me dry if I keep pluggin' it. Gotta rope you down to keep you in line, bitch."
Ellen lay there, her lips smeared with his pre-cum and her spit. She could have tried to make a break for it now. Joe was grunting, crawling off the mattress and turning his back on her. She could rush for the door and run for it. But something kept her there. She felt something building in her, a strange force that kept her glued to the mattress even though she had a chance to bolt.
Joe recognized that. She could see it in his cruel black eyes as he turned back to her and threw down several pieces of quarter-inch nylon line between her legs.
"Gimme your fuckin' hands. You ain't gonna be the same, bitch, after old Joe pokes you. You're gonna be yellin' hallelujahs like crazy when you think about me and what I did to you tonight."
Ellen said nothing, keeping her eyes fastened on the big man and what he was doing. He picked up a twenty-inch piece of line, holding it taut in front of her eyes before he dropped it around her clenched fingers. Quietly, Ellen did as she was told, holding her wrists together and keeping silent as he looped the rope around her hands three times. He cinched the line with a double figure-eight, pulling the rope tight until she thought it would cut off her circulation. She winced, her forehead wrinkling while a strange hot tingling nibbled into her half-erect clit. Joe picked up a longer piece of line, snapping it in the air and moving down to her legs. He was bending her knees back, smoothing his hands over her ass, then sticking two fingers into her shitter.
Hot flashes shot through her ass and made her clit twitter even more. He could see the goose pimples erupting on her white flesh and grunted with approval. Turning her over, he planted one knee against her right leg and started smacking her ass.
Ellen shivered and bucked awkwardly against the raining blows, feeling her ass redden and swell from the constant spanking. Her skin was burning while the sensitive spot between her ass hole and cunt glowed with a new erotic sensation. Ellen liked that feeling and moved her hips back and forth, rubbing her swollen pussy against the mattress buttons.
"Man! Fuckin' the Goddamned mattress, huh? Can't wait to get somethin' in your cunt now. Right, slut? Christ, some minister's wife you turned, out to be."
Joe sneered, grabbing a fistful of hair once more and yanking her head back.
Ellen cried out, her throat raw from the hoarse shouts and cries of pain while Joe continued to slap his hands against her bare ass. She could feel the heat spreading like fingers into her shifter, making her asshole throb in tempo with her beating clit. The smacking blows echoed in the foul room, her ears ringing with the sounds.
At times, Ellen could feel the hot sweat dripping from Joe as he worked himself up into a slapping, spanking frenzy. She swallowed hard, tasting the last of his sticky cum washing down her throat.
"Now, we're gonna make this a little more interesting, baby. You don't want nothin' simple, right?"
Her hands were roped behind her, fingertips brushing against the reddened rounded tops of her buns. Joe took the longer length of rope now and held it in one hand, pulling her wrists and ankles together as if she were a roped calf. Ellen groaned, feeling the painful pressure building in her upper arms and thighs. The woman tried to raise her shoulders and tits from the mattress to ease the puffing agony. But Joe moved too quickly to let her body get accustomed to the odd pull. Soon, she felt the soles of her naked feet pressing against one another as he roped her ankles together, then used the remaining part of the line to bind her feet to her wrists. She could feel the harsh nylon line cutting into her flesh now like a knife. Ellen wondered if the wet sensation she experienced now was sweat or blood.
"Now, it gets interestin', right? Can't move at all… just like a roped calf. And man, oh man, you look real good that way, you know?"
Joe rolled her onto her back once more, looking down at her while smearing his prick with his oozing cock-juices.
Ellen couldn't take her eyes off his prick. The rope burning into her flesh, the hotness that still burned her ass from the spanking, everything conspired against anything decent in her. All her husband's words about sin flew out the window as she focused her eyes on that long, thick cock with the purple head. Good Christ in heaven, he looked as if he were about to shoot his cumload right in her face!
"Fuck me!" she rasped.
Where had that awful command come from? The words startled Ellen as she lay there, grimacing against the pain throbbing through her wrists and ankles. Had she actually said something that vile? She saw Joe's lips curl up into a sardonic smile and knew she had.
"Well, now, it sure didn't take the preacher's wife long to come around. Now she wants my cock in her pussy. You gonna beg for it?"
Ellen closed her eyes and turned her face away. She couldn't believe she had said something like that. But she wouldn't let it happen again.
But Joe had other plans, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin and snapping her head to the right so hard he nearly threw out her neck, Ellen squealed, feeling him pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting the nub so hard he was crushing it. She bounced her ass-cheeks against the mattress, pulling at her bonds while feeling them cutting deeper into her flesh.
"Say it again, baby… or you ain't gonna wind up sayin' much more."
Ellen licked her dry lips, staring at the big man's penetrating eyes and knew he was serious.
"Fuck me… please, fuck me! Oh God, I need it, I need your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The pleading came out in a torrent of filth, the words shaming and startling her as if she had heard them from another woman.