“Tell me to fuck you,” he whispered, rubbing her swollen, swinging tits with the buzzing vibrator. “Beg me to fuck you, you sweet whore! Beg me, or I’ll stop right now!”
“No!” Rachel screamed. She was riding the crest of an orgasm that seemed to be going on forever. She couldn’t bear the thought of Jack pulling his sweet cock out of her cunt. “Please fuck me! Jack, please fuck me hard! Stick your cock in my pussy! Do anything you want to me, you sweet boy! Just fuck me until I can’t stand up! I love your luscious cock so much!”
Jack moaned, crushing his body to hers and fucking her brutally. Jack bit at the creamy back of her neck until he drew blood. He slapped her sexy ass with one hand while he traced the vibrator all over her big, bouncing tits. He’d already brought the gorgeous housewife to about twenty climaxes. She was twisting her way through another one even now, her creamy, silky skin glistening with sweat, her sultry body squirming and trembling to the beat of his cock. The sexy chick’s limp-fuck husband had probably never made her cum, but Jack was going to see that she caught up a lot of the orgasms she’d been missing. Rachel was the kind of slut who only got off when she was fucked hard and treated like slut, he realized. She was the kind of bitch who needed to be tied up and hurt to really get hot. And that was just the kind of woman Jack liked.
“You had the right idea, slut,” he muttered, feeling his cum shoot out of his cock. “A yard sale’s a great fucking idea, but you’ve got a lot better shit to sell than the junk in this yard.”
“Nooooo!” Rachel screamed as Jack’s jism spurted inside her cunt. Her big brown eyes bulged as his cum squirted deep inside her. “Pull it out! Pull it out! Oh shit, you’re filling me up with your dirty, nasty cum!”
Jack dropped the vibrator and grabbed Rachel’s hips with both hands, yanking her brutally back on his spurting cock. His jism splashed deep inside her cunt, mixing with her pussy-cream until it ran down her legs in a thick, soupy broth. It was the most exciting orgasm Jack had ever had, and he plunged his cock into Rachel’s sloppy cunt until every last drop of his cum had gushed inside her.
Rachel cried like a baby. Her cunt was still twitching, and she came again as Jack pulled his still-hard cock out of her pussy, but she had never felt more ashamed. It was bad enough that Jack had fled her up and degraded her in her very own front yard. But to have him fuck her and fill her up with his filthy, nasty jism was just too much. Rachel felt polluted. The slow slithering of his jism down her trembling thighs was like the crawling of awful slugs over her flesh.
“Clean me off,” Jack said, jerking her around and pushing her to her knees. He waved his sloppy cock in Rachel’s face. “Your sloppy old cunt got me all sticky, Mrs. Welch. Lick me clean.”
“No!” Rachel gasped. A strand of jism hung from his cock. His dark cock-hair was matted with her slippery cunt juice. There was no way she could take such a vile thing into her mouth. “That’s too much, Jack! You can’t make me!”
“Do it, whore, or I’ll never fuck you again!” Jack shouted roughly, and grabbed one of Rachel’s huge tits and squeezed it until the sexy housewife cried out in pain and ecstasy. “I own you, bitch! If you ever want to get off again, you open your mouth and get your slutty tongue to wagging!”
“You bastard!” Rachel whimpered, but she opened her mouth and bobbed her head forward on his cock.
The slimy mix of cum and cunt-juice was sickening. But Rachel came three times while she was slurping it up. She almost threw up twice. She couldn’t understand what was happening. Jack had hurt her and defiled her. He was treating her like a slave, like a dumb animal. But it was turning her on. She was the first one to hear the voices by the gate. When she did she tried to get up, tried to pull her mouth off Jack’s cock and run away. He just laughed, pulled her to her feet and threw her face-down across the big oak desk she was selling.
CHAPTER THREE
“I’m going to hide under the desk,” Jack said as he strapped her hands to the desk’s front legs. Two of her husband’s old belts worked just fine for the job, “Don’t tell them I’m there. And tell them how hot you are. HOW many times you came. Maybe they’ll fuck you.”
“No, Jack!” Rachel hissed, tears running down her beautiful cheeks as he spread her shapely legs wide and strapped her ankles to the desk’s back legs. “This is too much! I’m not some kind of whore! I’m not a slave!”
“That’s exactly what you are,” Jack said, and to prove his point he thrust two fingers fully into Rachel’s swampy cunt. “I can make you cum anytime I want. You’re a hot-assed whore and I’m the only one who can cool you down. You’ll do whatever I fucking say, won’t you?”
He was stirring his fingers inside Rachel’s still heated cunt. Rachel moaned, hating herself for being controlled so easily by the teenager but unable to stop the feelings that were shivering through her voluptuous body. It seemed so unfair. He was stronger, he had her tied up, he had the vibrator at his disposal.
“Yes, Jack!” she gasped. “Whatever you tell me! I’m just a hot-assed old whore!”
“I’m glad we got that straightened out,” Jack said with a grin before he slipped under the desk.
Rachel jerked against the belts that bound her in place, watching fearfully for the approach of the people who were coming into her yard. She could see them now, three men she didn’t recognize from the neighborhood. She felt some relief that the men wouldn’t know her, but it was little solace in view of what was probably going to happen. The way she was strapped down over the desk she was completely open and helpless to anything the men might want to do. From the angle they were approaching her cunt and ass were hidden behind the desk and her torn blouse draped her enough to hide her huge, hanging tits. But that wouldn’t be much defense if the men walked more than a few steps into the yard.
The men were closer to her age than Jack’s, big and strong-looking. They looked like construction workers. Rachel gasped with sudden lust as she watched them handling her possessions. They were poking through a pile of her husband’s tools. When one of them picked up a long metal spike, Rachel moaned with excitement. She rubbed her lush thighs together, smearing pussy cream all over her silky skin. The beautiful housewife’s head began to swim as an orgasm toasted her insides. She couldn’t keep her ass from shaking. She humped the air as though it were a giant cock.
“Hey, lady!” one of the men shouted from across the yard, holding up a thin radio antenna her husband had used for his shortwave radio. “How much you want for this?”
“Ohhhhh!” Rachel gasped, trying to focus her big brown eyes on what the man was showing her. She shook her pretty head, but she was trapped in a hazy fog of lust. “Just take it! I’m-I’m sorry! I’m quitting for the day. Please leave.”
She had to get them to leave. Her flawless body was burning with lust. If she had to talk to them for more than a minute they were going to discover that she was tied and all but naked.
“Hey lady, you all right?” The man with the antenna walked toward her, his two friends no more than a couple of steps behind. “You sick or something?”
“No!” Rachel screamed. The sight of the big man holding the antenna made Rachel’s cunt clench. “Just get the fuck out of my yard, you creepy assholes!”
“What the fuck’s the matter with you?” another of the men asked. All three of them stepped closer to Rachel.
Rachel moaned, low and deep and throaty, as another orgasm made her marshy cunt surge. She dropped her head to the desk, tears running down her cheeks as she realized what was going to happen to her. She couldn’t resist anymore. Jack had set something loose inside her, something sluttish and vile. Now she couldn’t draw a breath for want of a fat cock stabbing deep inside her. She couldn’t chase from her mind the image of the men fucking her, one after another, while they beat her sexy upturned ass with the radio antenna.
“Well I’ll be fucked,” one of the men said. “She’s tied to the fucking desk.”
“She’s stripped too,” another of them said, stepping even closer. “Look at those fucking tits! And that’s the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen. You think somebody tied her up and raped her?”
“If they did she fucking loved it,” the man with the antenna said. He stepped up right behind Rachel, the antenna still in his hands. “Look at the way that pussy’s leaking. What about it, big tits, you get the shit fucked out of you and love every minute of it?”
The way they were talking about her made Rachel even hotter. She could tell from the looks they were giving each other and the way they were leering at her big tits and sexy ass and long, perfect legs that they had already decided on what they were going to do to her. She couldn’t keep from thrusting her ass up and out at the man behind her.
“Answer me, big tits!” the man with the antenna yelled, and brought the thin metal whip down across her asscheeks for emphasis. “After all, we can’t help you unless you tell us all about what happened!”
The other men laughed. Rachel moaned in pain, shaking her ass from side to side in a desperate attempt to shake away the burning pain the antenna had caused her. A bright red welt crossed both creamy asscheeks like a line of whorish lipstick. It felt to Rachel as if a piece of her skin had been ripped away.
“Look at her shake that ass!” one of the men shouted, pointing at Rachel’s gyrating hips while he unzipped his filthy jeans. “The slut must love pain! Fuck, I never thought I’d see a bitch as sexy as her want to get fucked and hurt as much as she does.”
“Look at this,” the other guy standing in front said, picking up the tattered, pussy-soaked remnants of Rachel’s panties. “Wet as a fucking sponge! What a dirty whore!”
The man behind her brought the antenna whistling down again. And again. And again. Pain burned through Rachel’s luscious ass. She twitched and heaved wildly, her big asscheeks jiggling as she whipped her hips from side to side. Her cunt clutched on itself so tightly that pussy-cream squirted down her legs like piss.
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