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Lucille smiled at herself in the mirror as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. Almost a month had gone by since she introduced the professor to his new role (my how time flies when you’re misbehaving). Professor Munroe was shaping up quite nicely and she felt he was ready for the next step. Wednesday afternoons used to be when the professor could come over to her apartment and spend a few hours since he didn’t have any classes, office hours or meetings. Before she made the change to their relationship they would spend the afternoons making love. Of course he no longer had that privilege but today he would get to spend the afternoon with her, only this time it would be different (very different). She picked up her purse and took one last look in the mirror. As always her outfit was impeccable. Tan, form fitting slacks hugged the perfect curves of her ass and thighs, a cream colored silk blouse flowed over her pert breasts and tucked neatly into her slacks. She completed the outfit with dark chocolate leather boots and a touch of gloss to her delicious lips. She wheeled her small case out the door and headed towards campus. When she reached professor Munroe’s office she let herself in (as usual) without knocking and locked the door behind her. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, without her having to say anything he stood up and dropped his pants. Yes, he was coming along quite nicely.

“Good morning professor.”
“Good morning.” He mumbled.
“Since you have been doing so well I figured we would start on our next phase but first let’s get that nasty little cock of yours all locked up.” When she looked down at his cock she stifled a laugh. It was rock hard. “Oh professor. Are we going to have to go through this every morning?” He didn’t answer. He knew what was coming, what happens when he’s hard and she needs to put him in the cage but he still couldn’t help it. The past three days his cock stood to attention every time he heard her lock his door in the morning. Just that click and he was hard, he didn’t even have to look at her. Lucille stepped up in front of him, raised her hand and smacked his cock, hard. He gasped and tears began to well up in his eyes almost instantly. His cock drooped a little but it was still too firm to fit the cage on, it seemed to be taking more and more pain every day to get it down. Lucille, as always, did not shirk from the task. Once again she raised her hand and smacked his tender cock. As the tears spilled over, his cock finally gave up and wilted all the way. Before it could recover (and they both knew that it wouldn’t take much) she slipped on the cock cage and secured it.

“Get into position professor.” He spread his legs and braced his hands on his desk. She had stopped needing to use the gag on him about a week ago. He would still cry (and how she loved the taste of those silent tears) but he could keep the noise to a minimum (it was far more entertaining to have him restrain himself). However, she still brought in various pictures to place before him and now she had newer more interesting material. It had become so exciting for her that she had begun to take candid pictures of him with his wife and friends and colleagues at the university (how she accomplished he never knew). She would then Photoshop those images together with an image of him fucking her, or more recently, him bent over and red-assed at his desk. Every day she came in with a new torturous masterpiece to place before his weeping eyes as she tortured him. “Now instead of putting your hands on the desk like that I want you to reach around and grab your ass cheeks. Pull them apart for me.”
“What?” His eyes widened. He had resigned himself to their current games but now it seemed that there would be more at stake. Lucille reached between his legs and he felt her carefully French-manicured dig into the soft flesh of his balls.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” She hissed. When she removed her hand he reached back and did as he was told. Lucille set her case on his desk but before she pulled out the paddle she took out a small pink butt plug and some lube. She squirted some lube on the plug and stepped behind him. “You are doing so well, I am very pleased with you.” With that she positioned the butt plug against his exposed ass hole. He jerked a little when he felt the cool wet bulb against his anus but he maintained his position and she began to push the plug into him. “If you relax it will make this easier on you. If you don’t… well…” She let the implication hang there as she pressed the lubricated head against his virgin ass hole. The butt plug slid home and despite himself the professor let out a small sigh. Lucille smiled at the sound and reached for her paddle. “Brace yourself professor, you know what comes next. And don’t let that pretty toy fall out.” After she landed her final blow she dragged her nails across his hot red skin, enjoying his whimpering as she tortured his already tender flesh.
“Tell me, my pet. What are you?”
“Your…” The professor groaned as she dug her nails into his skin. “…Your bitch-boy.” He whispered.
“Say it again. Louder.”
“I am your bitch-boy.”
“Very good my pet.” Lucille purred as she wiped the tears from the professor’s eyes and licked her fingers. “And don’t forget, this afternoon you are going to come to my apartment early so we can play a little longer before I send you home. I may even have a little treat for you.”

Professor Munroe arrived at her door right on time. She let him in and this time, instead of just dropping his pants for a quick spanking before sending him home, she had him strip completely. He stood there naked at the center of her living room. She stepped up close behind him till he could feel the fabric of her blouse brush against the skin on his back. She leaned in close to his ear, her breath making him weak and dizzy.
“So my pet, how long as it been since you could cum in my presence.” The professor swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. It took him a few tries to answer.
“Very long.” He said, his voice a dry whisper. Lucille smiled and stroked his arm with smooth warm fingers.
“So what would you do to be able to cum with me my pet?” Professor Munroe struggled to come up with an answer. His mind swam with the enormity of her question. It had been so long since he felt he had a choice when it came to her that he found he could not think of a single thing to say. Lucille laughed at his silent struggle. “Don’t worry. I was not expecting you to have an answer for that. Just tell me you will do anything.”
“Anything?”
“Yes my pet. Agree and you will get to orgasm here this afternoon in my presence, instead of all alone in your car. Just tell me.”
“What?” Professor Munroe was trembling now. Whether it was fear or overwhelming lust he couldn’t say right then.
“Just agree to do anything I ask of you today.”
“O… Okay.”
“Say it.”
“I agree to do whatever you ask.” Lucille sighed in approval and stepped back.
“Very good.” She whispered, so softly it was almost as if she were talking to herself and not necessarily responding to him. “Let’s get take the cage off now so we can play.” She released his cock and almost instantly he was hard. Lucille laughed as she walked over to the wall and selected a long thin whip. “I want you to climb up onto that coffee table and get on your hands and knees for me.” The professor did as he was he instructed as Lucille strolled around the table watching him. “Yes. This will be perfect.” She remarked as she stroked his ass. “Just the right height.” She reached between his legs with the whip and dragged the smooth cool leather over his cock and balls, then up between his ass cheeks, gently prodding the butt plug still lodged tight in his ass. He shuddered. “I got a little gift for you my pet.” She showed him a large glossy print photo (much bigger and better quality than what she brought to his office for their morning sessions). The photograph was a collage of various shots she had taken of him with his family and colleagues. Once he got a good look at it she placed it on the table between his legs (right beneath his hard cock).
“Now let’s play.” With that she raised her whip and struck him across his ass. Immediately the skin welted up. This was the first time she used the whip instead of the paddle and it was delightful to watch the neat little rows of welts sprout on his skin. She gave him five strokes with the whip and then she stopped and allowed him to stroke his cock for the same number of counts. The first five strokes made his cock loose some of it’s hardness but he was hard again almost as soon as he touched his hand to his cock. She would make him sit up and lean back on his haunches and she would stand in front of him. With the whip dangling from her hand she watched him stare down at the picture between his legs and jerk himself hard. She whipped him again for six strokes but this time his hard-on hardly faltered, she let him stroke himself four times. She kept up this pattern, adding one more whip stroke and taking away one cock stroke until the pain could no longer cut through the thickness of his desire. The professor was crying not just from pain but from frustration (every moment felt like it was almost more than he could take, but he took it).

“Very good, Professor.” Lucille walked around to stand in front of him. She took hold of his face between her hands, tilting his tear streaked face up to hers. She leaned forward (and for one crazy dizzy moment the professor thought she would kiss him, that he would feel those sweet wet lips against his, once more) and licked the trail of one his tears from the corner of his mouth to his eye. “Mmmm… Your pain tastes so fucking good professor.” He groaned (a deep guttural sound). “Ahh… I think the professor wants to cum.” She laughed, not even needing his moaned response to confirm what she already knew. “Well, I will let you cum but you will have to do it my way and you will have to clean up your mess after you are done.” “Sit up.” She moved up close behind him, she stood taller than him in this position and she stared over his shoulder down at his throbbing cock, her hair a whisper against his neck. “Now you get your reward my pet. Stroke that little pecker till you cum all over that nice photograph between your legs.” Professor Munroe didn’t spare a thought for what he was doing. He had to act, he ached to cum. It took so little. One, two, three strokes and he was spurting all over the images of his cozy life while Lucille’s soft laughter echoed in his ear. “Well, that didn’t take much. And now you have to clean up.” She walked around to the side of the table, with one finger on the corner of the sperm covered photograph she dragged it to the edge of the table in front of the professor. Then she stood there and waited. His eyes flickered up to hers momentarily before he ducked his head back down. He slowly lowered himself back down so he was on his hands and knees again. He paused for a moment, briefly wondering if he had any dignity left to salvage. Staring down at the cum covered photograph he made his decision (was it really his?) and slowly lowered his head to lick his mess clean.

Professor Munroe was fucked. He just didn’t know it yet. Lucille (that sweet little blond freshman he just couldn’t resist) had decided it was time to make a few changes in their clandestine relationship. Not only that but she had taken some precautions just in case he protested (precautions of the most discriminating kind). Earlier that week Lucille had left him a package in his office. The package contained one of the many (oh so many) recordings she had made over the past few months. She was fairly sure he had time to absorb the contents because he had called her several times each day for the last couple of days. She didn’t answer of course. Professor Munroe thinks his little blond bombshell is looking for money but she wants so much more than that (so much more).

Lucille can’t help but smile as she walks up the hallway to his office, her black knee high leather boots clicking on the linoleum floor. She was wearing all black for today’s little meeting: A snug fitting black knee length skirt that stops just above her boots (you can catch a brief glimpse of her legs clad in black ribbed stockings with every calculated step) and a tight black wool turtle neck clinging to the delicious curve of her breasts. Perfect for New England’s fall weather but oh so sexy at the same time (and not in that sweet sexy kinda way but in that devastating sexy kinda way). She doesn’t even knock when she reaches his door. Professor Munroe looks up and tries to maintain a stern and disapproving gaze while his eyes devour her. Lucille pays him no mind as she wheels in her small black case and turns to close and lock the door behind her. She walks around slowly to his side of the desk and perches herself on the edge, just inches away from him. Her musky perfume envelopes him as she sits there and smiles down at him, thoroughly amused by her own game with desire whatsoever to rush anything. Professor Munroe purses his lips and reaches into his coat pocket. He pulls out an envelope and hands it to Lucille. She takes it, looks inside and fingers through the neat crisp hundred dollar bills.

“Five hundred dollars?” She laughs. “How quaint.” She places it in her small black purse before turning her attention and those startling green eyes back to him. “Now professor lets discuss what you are going to do for me to keep that titillating recording from being seen by the wrong people.” The professor’s eyes widen and he turns red as he starts sputtering his protests.
“But I gave you…” She places a single cool leather gloved finger over his lips.
“Hush now professor, you are in no position to negotiate. What would happen to your perfect little life if, say, the Dean of Arts and Sciences got hold of this or…” She leans in a bit closer, so her warm breath is on his face as she speaks. “Maybe your wife may come across a copy. What do you think she would have to say?” Lucille chuckles as the professor tries to speak through her gloved finger. She presses it more firmly against his lips. “No. Don’t try to answer that. Just listen.” She stops smiling and stares at him long and hard and cold. “From now on when we meet you are going to do exactly as I tell you. Nod if you understand.” He nods. “Perfect. To start with we need to make sure you don’t make too much noise.”

She stood up and walked over to case, which she picked up and placed on the desk. She opened it, pulled out a black ball gag with leather straps and sauntered back over to him. “Open your mouth” She slipped the gag into his mouth and fastened it securely behind his head. “Now I want you to stand up and undress.” The professor’s eyes slid to his office door. “Don’t worry I have locked the door. I have no interest in ruining your life as long as you remain useful to me that is.” She stood and watched him as he undressed. The tension had eased a little from his face and when he got to his boxers she could tell that his enthusiasm for her little game was growing. She laughed as she wrapped a gloved hand around his cock, it pulsed and thickened a little more. “I think you may have the wrong idea of where this is going professor.” Her grip tightened to the point of discomfort. Professor Munroe winced and tried to pull back but only succeeded in crossing the threshold from discomfort to pain. Lucille laughed again and let go of his wilting cock. “Now bend over and put your hands on your desk. Spread your legs. Perfect.” She pulled out a glossy picture from her purse. “I am going to put a picture of us fucking right here so you can see it, right next to this lovely family portrait of yours. Keep your eyes on that and remember how bad things could get if you displease me.”

Lucille turned her attention back to her case. This time she pulled out an intimidating (but oh so pretty) clear plastic cock cage.
“We should get this on before you get too excited again.” With a few delicate movements she had his cock tucked and locked into the chastity device. “And now for the highlight of today’s little games.” With a delighted giggle she pulled out a solid wooden paddle, about four inches wide and twelve inches long with a leather wrapped handle. She caressed his ass cheeks with paddle. “I want you to keep your eyes ahead on those pictures on your desk, okay.” With that she pulled back and applied the first stinging blow.
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“This is necessary for you to understand that the nature of our relationship has changed.”
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“That from now on you are not professor to me.”
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“You are my pet.”
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“My plaything.”
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“My fuck toy.”
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“My little bitch.”
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Lucille paddled his ass until her body was prickling with perspiration and a few beads of sweat started to run down the side of her beautiful flushed face. For a few minutes there was nothing but the sound of wood smacking flesh, her heavy breathing and the professors muffled cries. Her pulse raced. She lived for moments likes these.
“Mmmm… a good paddling always gets me so wet. Stand up and face me bitch boy.” Professor Munroe stood on shaky legs and turned to face her. “Oh what’s this? Are you crying? Is my little pussy boy crying?” Lucille stepped closer to him, grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down to hers. She stuck out her tongue and caught the tear on his cheek. She licked all the way up to the corner of his eye. “Mmmm… delicious. I fucking love it. Now you understand what you are, don’t you?” She reached around with her other hand and undid the straps of the ball gag. “Now let’s put your mouth to use.”

She stepped back and started sliding her tight black skirt up, all the way up, over where those ribbed stockings stopped and her creamy thighs began, up till he could see sheer black panties that covered her smooth cunt. “You remember the last time you slid this skirt up my thighs like this?” She teased. “You pulled down my pretty panties… just like this.” Her fingers hooked into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down over her hips, all the way down till she let them drop on the floor and stepped out of them. She slid herself back onto the edge of the table opposite him, spread her legs and slid the fingers of one hand down over her pussy, spreading the pink, wet lips. “You remember how this cunt feels? Smooth and wet and hot, sliding over your cock.”

“Oh are you straining to get hard in that cock cage? You won’t have much luck, frustrating isn’t it? But it’s for the best wouldn’t you say? Considering how much trouble it gets you into. But there is one thing you can still enjoy. You can enjoy the taste of my sweet wet cunt. Get down on your knees and worship that pussy.” He hesitated a moment, transfixed by arousal and horror. “Now! Bitch boy!” He snapped to action, falling into his role seamlessly. “Yes. That’s right. Uhhh… Lick that pussy. Fuck me with your tongue.” She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his face into her dripping cunt. Her boots wrapped around him and dug into his back as she rode his mouth. “Mmmm yes, that’s right. Slurp it up you cunt whore… oh yes… my little bitch boy… I’m gonna cum all over your face and I want you to lick up every last drop… oh yes…” Her body shook as she let out a feral growl. “Mmmm… delicious. I think you will train well my pet. Very well indeed.”

She pushed him away and stood up. She fixed her stockings and smoothed her skirt back down, picked up her panties, the ball gag and the paddle and dropped them back in her case. “Now I better get going before I am late for my next class. Oh… and stop by my apartment after you leave the office this afternoon so I can remove your little cock cage before you go home to wifey. I will be by first thing tomorrow morning to put it back on.” She couldn’t help laughing at his expression. “Don’t look so distraught, the restraint will do you good and anyway you can get a quick furtive little wank in before you get home, if you really have to give that pathetic little pecker some relief, just be careful not to mess up your dress pants.”

It was finally Friday and Daryl had butterflies in his stomach the whole afternoon at work. He could barely keep his voice steady when his wife called him from the airport to say she was about to board her plane. When he got home that evening he went straight to the garage, to the little beat up metal shelf at the back. His hands were shaking so much he dropped the tiny key twice before he got it in the hole. He reached in and pulled out the pale pink rectangular package, his heart was thudding in his chest and he felt his face flush as the memory of his shopping expedition flooded back to him. All the other times he had played he used his wife things but this was the first week he was alone since he got the courage to indulge his fantasy. Today everything would be perfect and he had all the time in the world.

In the bedroom he placed the package on the bed and lifted the cover. Nestled in the pink crepe paper were the items he had chosen for this night: a pair of pink satin panties with a touch of white lace on the waist band and a sheer white teddy with pale pink frilled edges. His cock throbbed just looking at them. He stripped off his work clothes dropping them on the floor, never taking his eyes off the items on the bed. He lifted the pink panties, savoring the feel beneath his fingers, then he stepped into them and started pulling them up. He gasped at the feel of that soft satin against his skin. The material slid up his legs and he whimpered as it touched his balls and glided over his already hard cock. He had to pause for a moment, close his eyes and catch his breath. Then he reached down and picked up the teddy and lifted it over his head. It dropped around his torso like a whisper, so soft and light.

Daryl walked towards the full length mirror; his breathing was hard as he watched himself. He ran his hands over his chest, down his stomach and over the hard bulge in the satin panties. He could tell he wasn’t going to last long but that was okay, he had the whole weekend. His hand stroked up and down over his satin clad cock. He sank to his knees, tipped his head back and sighed as he melted into the moment.

“Daryl?”
He snapped his head around and dropped his hand from his cock. Standing there in the doorway was his wife.
“Daryl, what are you doing?”
He tried to talk, to move, to hide himself, to do something but he just knelt there frozen and gaping. His head felt woolen and heavy at the same time. Janice stepped into the room, still looking at him with that puzzled yet calm expression.
“Daryl?” This time she said his name slower and there was a hint of steel in her voice that he never heard before. He tried standing up but his legs threatened to fail him so he resorted to just turning around on his knees to face her, his hands fluttering about as he tried to hide what was already in plain sight.
“I… uh… Jan, it’s…” His pathetic attempt at speech faded away as he watched the corners of her mouth curl up into a small smile. She walked to the bed and sat down on the edge, crossing her legs and smoothing her tan skirt over her thighs.
“You can stop Daryl. I know.” His face dropped.
“Well, I had some very strong suspicions which have clearly been confirmed.” She said with a sweeping gesture in his direction.
“Now…” She leaned forward so her face was closer to his and reached out to caress his cheek.
“The question is: where do we go from here?” Daryl opened his mouth to try and answer her but before he could get anything out she burst out laughing.
“No, no Daryl. You misunderstand. That was a rhetorical question.” She chuckled again and stood up.
“Now stay here while I go and get ready.” She walked into the bathroom and closed the door. When she came back out she had taken off her skirt and blouse and was left in a pair of black lace panties, matching bra and black heels. However, the item that caught Daryl’s attention was the large black strap-on she had put on. Her smile widened as she watched him gape.
“Impressive isn’t it? This is just the five inch attachment but I am sure we will work you up to the larger sizes in no time.” She walked over to him in slow measured steps, making sure he got a good look at what was in store for him.
“Stand up Daryl” He just stared up at her blankly.
“Now!” She barely raised her voice but he stood up this time. Jan held his gaze as she reached out and grabbed his cock, which despite everything was still rock hard. She gave it a hard squeeze.
“Glad to see someone is paying attention. Now get over to the dresser, bend over and place your hands flat on the top.” Daryl did as he was told. Jan followed him and stood behind him.
“Look up so you can see me in the mirror.” He looked up, watching her standing behind him in the mirror. He could only see her from the waist up but he could feel the strap-on brush against his ass as she moved. She reached around him and opened a drawer, and took out a small bottle of lube. She held her hand open and poured some onto her palm. Keeping her eyes locked on his in the mirror she began to stroke the lube onto her strap-on. With her other hand she pulled his satin panties to the side. His heart was loud in his chest and he could feel a damp spot begin to spread on his panties. Jan placed her hand on the small of his back and with the other she guided the strap-on to his waiting ass. At first she slid in just a quarter of an inch and then stopped. His knees buckled and he almost lost it. She reached around and squeezed his balls.
“Not just yet” She whispered. Then she pushed into him one inch at a time until her strap on was buried in his ass. She let go of his balls, grabbed his hips and began a slow steady rhythm. As his breath began to quicken and his body shudder, she bent over him, pressing her breasts against his back. She sped up her pace and with each thrust she whispered in his ear:
“This…” in.
“is…” out.
“just…” in.
“the…” out.
“beginning.”

Jim had still not managed to say a word as he closed the door behind him and he couldn’t take his eyes off Clara. She was stunning, as if she had just stepped out of one of his fantasies. God knows he gave her enough detail about them but she never seemed to warm up to them and then this. She was wearing a black satin corset, black garter belt attached to sheer black stockings and black knee high leather boots. Her hair was lightly curled and flowing over her shoulders and she had made up her beautiful face with dark red lipstick and black eyeliner. She stood silently in the middle of her small studio apartment, one hand on her hip as she waited for him to find his tongue.
“Wow.” was all he could get out at first. “I mean… wow.” He ran his hands over his head trying to gather himself. She arched an eyebrow.
“You like?” She questioned.
“Oh baby. Yes… Yes I like very much.” He was walking towards her now, his arms outstretched. She held up her palm.
“Stop right there.” His cock twitched at the sound of authority in her voice.
“Take off your clothes.” He could barely scramble out of his jeans and T-shirt fast enough. This was more amazing than anything he could have imagined possible. Once he was completely naked he stood there grinning, waiting for her next instruction.
“Now lie down on the bed.” He didn’t waste a moment complying. She walked up to the edge of the bed took hold of his right wrist and pulled it up to the headboard. He groaned with pleasure when he felt the cold metal of the handcuff snap over his wrist. She secured both his hands and his feet so that he was spread eagle on her bed. His cock was stiff and straining up towards the ceiling. After she had finished she walked back up the length of the bed, trailing her fingers up his shin, thigh, hips and chest. He shuddered and licked his lips.

“Oh baby, you are so amazing. You have done everything so… so perfectly.”
“You think so?” She purred, staring down at him.
“Oh yes.” He replied breathless. She smiled and ran a finger over his nipple, letting the nail drag gently over the tip. He inhaled sharply.
“I am glad you are so…” She paused and looked down at his cock, then back at him. “…pleased” she said. As she smiled down at him the doorbell rang. He frowned slightly and then smiled again.
“I guess we’ll have to pretend you aren’t home.” He said. Clara chuckled.
“Now that would just be rude now wouldn’t it.” She turned and walked slowly towards the door, her beautiful round ass swaying.
“Clara?” Jim’s smile faded and he tried to pull himself up. “Clara, what are doing?”
“I am answering the door silly.” She answered without looking back at him. When she opened the door he began struggling wildly against the restraints.

“Clara! Clara!” She didn’t respond to him as she greeted whoever was at the door. Jim strained to see and caught a glimpse of a large definitely masculine hand wrap around Clara’s waist.
“Mmmm…” she sighed. “I am so glad you could make it it”
“Clara! This is not funny anymore. What’s going on here?” She walked back into the room leading a tall blond man by the hand.
“Jim meet Mark. Mark, this is Jim.” Mark smiled and nodded his head toward Jim who started to struggle again in vain, his cock now wilting from the shock and embarrassment.
“Clara! Untie me now!” She just laughed and shook her head.
“No, Jim. This was your idea, you wanted me to be more adventurous, to tie you up and… What were words? Oh yes ‘get freaky’. So this is me getting freaky” Jim stopped struggling since it was obviously not going to get him anywhere. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
“Look, Clara, this is not what I meant. Okay? I’m sorry for pushing you on the whole thing but… you’ve made your point okay? Just untie me. Please?” She laughed and leaned back against Mark and he started caressing her arms and shoulders.
“Hmmm… Let me think about it… Nope.” She laughed again at his expression and turned to wrap her arms around Mark. Jim watched as this man bent down and kissed his girlfriend as if he wasn’t lying there tied to the bed. Mark’s hands slid over her back and down to her naked ass.
“Clara! Stop this! Right now! Clara! Clara!?” She broke away from Mark’s embrace for a moment and took a step towards the bed.
“You know if you keep yelling like that, Jim, someone might hear you. Do you really want someone to come in and find you…” She took hold of his cock, which for some reason was rock hard again. “…like this.” Jim fell silent and completely gave up his struggle.

He watched Clara turn back to Mark and drop down onto her knees. She stared up at him while he undid his pants and pushed them down around his hips. They were close enough to the bed that Jim could see the veins on Mark’s throbbing cock as he slid it into Clara’s mouth. Mark was rougher than Jim would ever dare to be with Clara. He grabbed her hair and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She sucked and licked and gagged but she never once asked him to stop or slow down. After a few minutes Mark pulled her to her feet and spun her around. She bent over and braced herself against the bed, her hair brushing over Jim’s hip and his still hard cock. Jim couldn’t turn away. He was riveted to the vision of his girlfriend being fucked. Clara grunted as Mark slid into her pussy.

“You see Jim, this is how a real man fucks. He doesn’t whine and snivel and beg for some stupid bondage fantasy. He… ahh…” Mark cut off her speech with one hard thrust. He didn’t bother with any slow smooth strokes he just started right in fucking her hard and fast. Jim watched her breasts slip out of the tight corset and bounce with each thrust. Every movement made her hair stroke maddeningly over his cock and it twitched with every unwitting caress. Mark started to grunt. He thrust in and out three more times and then let out a hoarse yell as he shuddered against her. Clara pushed herself up on one hand, panting, she used the other to smooth the hair away from her face so she could look up at Jim. His cock was still hard and he stared down at her silently. Mark pulled himself out of her, stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed in a slump.

Clara crawled up onto the bed and straddled Jim’s stomach, then she slowly started working her way up his torso. Jim’s eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do. When her knees reached his shoulders he started shaking his head. She planted her shins over his shoulders her wet gaping pussy positioned right above his mouth. He could smell the strong scent of Mark’s spunk in her, see the pink fucked swell of her lips. He didn’t say anything just stared up at her, his eyes pleading. She wouldn’t do this to him, she couldn’t. She lowered herself onto his face, pressing her hot, wet lips against his mouth and as that first tangy sliver of another man’s cum slid onto his tongue he felt his Judas cock pulse despite his muffled protests.