by Powerone
She told her mother little of her trip to the reading of the will and that she got a memento of her great aunt, a pearl necklace. She promised to show it to her mother on her return, although she made a point of telling her that she’d be only passing through, not staying upon her return. She hated to lie to her mother, but it was part of the will, and once the thirty days were up, she’d be free to tell what she wanted.
She ate very little during the day, and she was ready for Michael an hour early once again in anticipation. She wore a skirt, although not tight fitting and a button-down blouse to facilitate anything Michael might do. She looked good and felt good by the time he arrived, but she tried to hide her nervousness.
When they arrived, there were few cars, and they entered without seeing anyone. He took her to the dungeon and into one of the rooms, but it was almost completely dark. There was only one small lamp in the corner. There was a small, upholstered chair that was covered in black velvet pushed up against the wall. It perplexed Justine as to its purpose.
“Don’t say anything,” Michael warned her.
She saw the pile of rope, and Michael instantly grabbed one piece of it.
“Put your arms behind your back and cross your arms until you can grip the other arm.” He went to work as soon as she put her arms behind her back. He wanted her bound quickly before she could change her mind.
This wasn’t what she had in mind. He was good at it. He tied her arms tightly behind her, but the rope didn’t stop there. He tied it around her body and soon had the rope envelop her breasts, top and bottom. It made them stick out further as the rope compressed them together. The only thing she could move was her fingers, but he was only getting started. He pushed her down on the chair. Her skirt flew up, and she could do nothing to pull it down. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway, for Michael slipped it to her waist, and then, he began to tie her legs. She knew she was in trouble when he didn’t tie her legs together. He tied her thighs to her lower legs so she couldn’t straighten out her legs. When he finished, he parted her legs wide, and her crotch was openly displayed with only her panties to protect her.
She didn’t understand the next part, but she couldn’t deny that it felt good at times. He ran a rope between her legs, tying it to her arms in the back and the ropes in the front. He pulled it tight as he spread her legs wide. She felt his fingers touch her pussy, and then, the rope was pushed between her lips. He pushed her forward so he could do the same thing behind her, peeling her buttocks apart and then yanking the rope hard until it sawed up her crack. She grunted when he yanked the rope front and back and it felt like a knife split her up the middle. But there was something else. He showed her by putting a mirror in front of her. The rope had knots on it, and Michael had placed them strategically. She saw one knot that sat hard against her clit. It was a double knot that bulged out and cut between her lips to keep them parted. She could already feel the rough rope rub against her clit. Her thin panties did little to prevent the harshness of the rope. There was another knot, just as formidable, that sat at the opening of her pussy. With her legs spread so wide, her pussy opened up and the knot pressed inside as though it was a cock that sought entrance. The worst one was the knot that was behind her as she sat on it. It was big and hard, and Michael had placed it between her cheeks and it pushed lewdly against her anus. Her anal ring opened up by the wide spread of her leg, and it felt like a giant lump sought entrance to her private hole. Her own weight betrayed her as she sat on it and she felt the constant pressure. If she relaxed her anus, the knot would push in further.
“I’ll be back soon.” He walked out and left her to contemplate the silence in the room.
To say it was uncomfortable would be an understatement. The ropes cut her flesh. Her nipples felt as though they swelled as the ropes pinched her breasts, but it was the rope between her legs that was the most disturbing. She could’ve closed her legs anytime, but when she tried to do it, the rope cut deep into her pussy and anus. Her clit felt as though it was crushed. She had to spread them to relieve the pressure, and when that happened, the ropes and the knots moved along her slit and crack. They were unforgiving as they rubbed her. Her attention was drawn to the door. It opened and people began to move into the room. Justine was ashamed instantly when the room was filled with over a dozen people, all of them stared down at her bound body. She recognized most of them from the day before.
It was so obvious, but not to her, but now, it became bluntly apparent. Michael entered the room, and the people moved aside so he could move in front of her. He had his cock out of his pants, sticking out the fly. He wasn’t going to fuck her. His fingers were wrapped around the shaft of his cock. He moved quickly in front of her face. His hand went beneath her chin, and he pushed her head up. She came face to face with his cock. He held her as he began to rub the head on her lips. His cock looked different when it was inches from her eyes. The head looked much bigger than her mouth, and there was already a murky drop on the tip of it. He was going to fuck her mouth, and she couldn’t do anything about it. All of her fears about taking a man in her mouth became a reality. “Noo—” her protest was cut short when he used his thumb to pull her lip down, and she felt the hot flesh of his cock singe her lower lip. Her lips had no choice but to part as the smooth head found an opening into her mouth. His hand went to the back of her head to keep her from escaping the penetration of her mouth. She grimaced as the head began to slide in.
Michael pulled her chin up, so he could see the look in her eyes when his cock breached her mouth. His cock jumped in pure excitement from her hot breath and silky lips on his cock, but it was the look of fear in her eyes that drove his lust. He held the shaft of his cock as he pushed into her unwilling mouth. He moved the head around to explore every inch of her virgin mouth with the head of his cock. He couldn’t wait, so his hips began to move to drive his cock into her mouth and feel it slide over her wet tongue.
She could taste it already, and the tiny drops that leaked out prematurely refused to mix with her spit. It fouled her mouth with the bitter, salty taste of the thick crème. She couldn’t believe that he did this to her, but the hand on the back of her head kept her from escaping as his hips began to fuck his cock into her mouth. Her lips were drawn taut around the shaft of his cock. She could feel the thick vein slide over her lip, but it was the fat head that filled her mouth. He pushed in at different angles so he could explore every inch of her mouth and leave his unpleasant taste behind. Her mouth was filled with his flesh. Her eyes looked up at him to beg him to stop, but there was only lust in his eyes. He didn’t see her. He only saw his cock pierce her once-virgin mouth.
It looked so different when the cock was in her mouth. Up close, his cock looked like it was ten feet long and a foot thick. Each time he shoved in, the shaft slid through her lips to the back of her mouth. Her eyes could see every inch of the shaft in front of her, down to the thick blue vein and the wiry hairs that stood up. More of his shaft passed through her lips, and the head of his cock banged into the back of her mouth with such power and determination. But, he pulled back out until the thick ridge on the head pulled on her lips. It was as if they stretched and refused to let his cock go. Then, he’d shove back in, and his cock would slide over her wet tongue with such power. Sometimes he’d stop, but only so he could move his hips from side to side and stretch her mouth wider until it felt as though it would tear her lips in the corners.
Sylvia wasn’t this good. Justine’s inexperienced mouth and the look of helplessness in her eyes drove his lust. “That’s it, Justine, suck my cock,” he urged her. He released her head, but his hips continued to fuck her mouth. She didn’t try to turn her head to the side to escape his probing cock.
It was everything she expected and worse. He wouldn’t let her escape his cock. His hand was on the back of her head, and his fingers fanned out to grip it tightly. She was unable to move away as he began to feed more of his cock in her mouth. She could see the people out of the
corner of her eyes, and there were many men that had their cocks rubbed as they watched her being taken in her mouth. The cock slid faster between her stretched lips. More of his precum leaked out to make her grimace. He was going too deep. The head of his cock hit the back of her mouth with a resounding thud. It blocked her throat like a bottle cap, but he already withdrew as she struggled to suck in air. Her nostrils flared as she tried to fill her lungs with precious air. His cock was back with the same force, and it slammed into her throat again, but this time, the power was greater. She couldn’t believe that his hard cock could do such a thing, but it felt as though the head was compressed into her throat the slightest bit.
“GGLLOOBB.” She gagged when that happened. Her stomach turned, and she struggled to contain the bile from coming up. Michael began to fuck her mouth slower but deeper with each thrust. His hand held her head up high, so he could shove his cock straight to the back of her mouth. She couldn’t do anything but take his thrusts.
Michael saw the tears fall from her eyes as she continued to gag on his cock. That didn’t slow him down. She’d have her mouth taken like any other woman he took. It was all for his pleasure.
He refused to pull his cock out of her mouth, even when she gagged and her mouth filled with spit. She could turn her head to the side the slightest bit, and the spit would flow from her split lips, but it stained her blouse and skirt. When he finally relented to pull his cock from her mouth, he slapped her face with his cock as she struggled to fill her lungs and stop coughing. Then, she had to open her mouth and take him back in. She always had to keep her mouth open for him.
He pulled her head up high. He grabbed his cock and shoved it back in, moving it from side to side before he grew too anxious. He began to drive it deeper into her mouth, slowly and deliberately. Each time he went deeper, and he soon had her gagging once again.
She saw his cock as it slipped through her lips. Her gaze went down the shaft as it filled her mouth. There were still many inches of cock that were outside her lips when he made her gag, and he grew more determined. He slowly pulled her down onto his cock as he pushed up with his hips. The next sound wasn’t a gag, but she choked deeply. Tears fell from her eyes and her nose ran, but the head of his cock had success. She felt her throat open up mysteriously, and his cock began to push inside. It rasped harshly in her throat, and she couldn’t control the muscles. It was as if she swallowed a sword. His hips moved and shoved more cock down her gullet as she struggled to breathe.
Her throat was so tight and the way her muscles rippled on the head of his cock like a tight band of undulating pleasure was too much pleasure. He struggled not to cum yet, he wanted to make this last as long as he could. “That’s it, Justine, take my cock down your throat.”
Her open mouth was a hole for his pleasure. She couldn’t do anything as he shoved his cock so far down her throat that she thought he’d bury it in her belly. She knew it was deep when she felt her lips press up against his zipper and a few errant wiry hairs that pushed out his pants rubbed on her lips. He held her against him with his cock buried in her throat as she gagged continually.
He couldn’t last any longer. He needed relief. He’d be her first man in her mouth to cum. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her throat and mouth. He gave her a second to breathe, and then, he was back in. Her mouth opened obediently although she did beg him not to shove it back in. He ignored her, and soon, her tight lips were around his cock like a tight band. He guided her head as his hips drove in hard and deep. He loved the gags he got from her and that only inspired him more as he picked up speed.
He took her mouth with the full measure of his cock. She gagged, but he fucked her so fast that she could never recover before he was back. She felt her lips stretch wider around the girth of his cock and knew that he would cum soon. His breathing was fast and his hips were a blur. Her mouth was already filled with his leaking cum, and she didn’t think it could get any worse. She didn’t think she could stand much more of it and it had to end with him cumming, but at least it would be over.
Justine found out she was wrong. His cock blew up like a balloon, and then, her mouth was flooded with hot, salty cum that blanketed it with the thick, foul crème. Some of it spilled out her lips, but he continued to fuck her mouth and shove the thick cum down her throat as he continued to spew his profuse cum into her unwilling mouth. She choked and gagged on his cum. He slowed his thrusts, but his cock continued to swell up, and it felt as though she could feel his cum ripple up his cock until the head shot out another powerful jet of cum. He refused to pull his dripping-wet cock out of her mouth until he was satisfied. His wet cock left a trail of cum on her lips when he reluctantly pulled out. Her head bent over and a river of cum fell from her mouth, but the thick crème still blanketed her mouth. The foul taste permeated every inch of her mouth. She coughed and gagged as she struggled to take in all that she’d endured. She was covered in cum, her face, body and clothes. She was glad it was over. She never looked up to see Michael move away.
It was humiliating to sit there bound and covered in cum. She looked up to see why Michael hadn’t taken the ropes off her yet. She caught a glimpse of a man in front of her, but then, there was a cock in her face. Fingers held it and another hand grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. The head of the cock brushed against her lips.
“Open your mouth, Justine,” Lloyd ordered her, but he already slipped the head of his cock against her slick lips. When he yanked her hair, she attempted to cry out in protest but little came out of her mouth except for gurgles around his cock. He used his cock as a battering ram that ran over every inch of her mouth. Her eyes were closed as if she could deny this was happening to her.
His cock wasn’t as long as Michael’s, but it was thicker. Her lips felt as though they’d tear, but the man pinned her head against the back of the chair and fucked her mouth. She couldn’t believe another cock was in her mouth. He held her head submissively as he pumped her mouth without respite. He stopped pushing it to the sides of her mouth and his thrusts went straight to the back of her mouth so that the head instantly plugged her throat. She gagged, but he never slowed down. He pounded his cock in her mouth. With two hands, he held her head and he began to slow his thrusts, but it was only to tease her, for he drove more of his cock into her mouth, and it soon breached her throat.
“I’m Lloyd, Justine, and your mouth is such a delight for my cock.” He drove his cock into the depths of her mouth. He loved when her throat opened up with little trouble, at least for him. Justine had it differently. She choked and gagged on it, but it did little to stop his cock from sliding down her tight gullet. He didn’t pull his cock out of her throat. He fucked her throat, stabbing his cock in and out as her throat muscles were beaten into submission. Her bile spilled freely, but it only lubricated his cock better.
Her head was pinned against the chair and Lloyd fisted his cock as he drove it into her mouth. She had no choice but to keep her mouth open. He used his hand to move his cock in ways that it wouldn’t move by itself. She tasted the leaking cum that spilled out. He drove it in and out of her mouth and throat. His movement was frenzied in his excitement. He cared little except for his pleasure.
Lloyd stepped between her legs as he fucked her mouth. He got so excited that he banged into her thighs and forced her legs to spread wider. Her crotch ached, but when he moved again and pushed away from her thighs, she tried to close her legs to alleviate the ache in her crotch. When she did that, the crotch rope moved up and down and she felt the knots move against her. He continued to move and force her to open and close her thighs and the ropes began to rub her continually. Lloyd continued to fuck her mouth, but she never knew from one thrust to the next what he’d do. He’d take her fast and powerfully, slamming against her throat one minute, but then, the next he’d slow his thrusts down but his cock would slide deep and easily through her lips. He continually changed the depths of his thrust, taking short thrusts to slide over her tongue, but then, h
e’d slide to the depths of her mouth and pause. His cock would block her throat, but he’d corkscrew his hips and she’d feel the head of his cock slowly pushed into the tightness of her throat. When she gagged or choked, it only made him try to find what he did to make her do that so he could do it again.
Lloyd loved it when his cock went down her throat and she choked on it. It was pure pleasure as her tiny throat engulfed his cock in the tight hole, while her throat muscles fought to push him out, but only gave him such pleasure as they undulated over his cock like a serpent. He cared little that tears ran from her eyes, spit from her mouth or that she choked on his cock. She had to submit to him and each time his cock left her mouth, she opened it wide when he wanted back in.
He was balls deep in her mouth. She could feel her lips pushed up against him, and he jerked her on and off his cock but only inches at a time so he could breach her throat each time. She tried to push her head to the side to escape his cock as drool ran out, but he yanked her back so his cock wouldn’t escape her hot mouth.
She began to open and close her legs as best she could. The harsh ropes should’ve hurt her, but it was something else she felt. The lump of knots on her anus felt as though they went inside her, stretching her anal ring to accept them. Her anal muscles went into spasms as her sphincter snapped tight as though she could stop the knots from going inside. The knot on the opening of her pussy did the same thing until both holes began to spasm in sync with the other as though she welcomed them. Her clit felt as though it was crushed beneath the hardness of the knot, but the more it rubbed, the less pain she felt.