Stepping back from where he had just switched the laptop on and started their webcam live sex show for the evening, Peter reached out with his hands and supported his wife’s weight as he rolled her hog-tied onto her side, dragging her towards the edge of the black leather bed so that her face was closest to him.
Holding her gaze, he moved his hands to the front of his trousers, dragging down the zipper and spreading them wide. On the bed, Rachel watched with fascination as he lowered them and then hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband of his underwear before dragging them down his legs as well. Her eyes widened as he straightened before her once again, his thick shaft bobbing inches from her face, its long length ridged and menacing looking as he guided it with a hand towards her.
Looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes, Rachel opened her full lips in a perfect ‘O’, holding his gaze as her husband pressed his swollen head against her mouth, moaning slightly.
Breathing through her nose, she tightened her lips about him as he pushed into her mouth, the pressure she was applying making him groan louder but also giving her as much control as she could in this vulnerable position. With her hands tied behind her back, Rachel had no real way to limit how far her husband could push himself into her mouth but she felt no real fear, knowing without question that Peter would never willingly hurt.
Eyes half closed, Rachel let him push about half of his shaft past her lips, four inches of meat filling her mouth and then she tightened her ‘O’ even more, hearing the hollow grunt of disappointment from her husband as he stared down at her. Before he could begin to complain or question her desire to earn his forgiveness she slowly moved her head backwards as best as she could considering how she was tied, his shaft nearly slipping from her mouth before she bobbed her head forwards again.
Lost in the pleasure of the oral that his wife was giving him, Peter groaned as she sank deeper onto his shaft, his back arching as she sucked him into the hot wet depths of her mouth.
“Oh good girl” he nodded, reaching down with a hand to brush a stray strand of brown hair from his young wife’s attractive features, “Are you having fun? I bet the people watching are”
He turned to cast a look at the laptop that was positioned beside them on the worktop, filming every moment of their webcam live sex show for the people that paid to see it.
She moaned a confirmation, the sound muffled by his presence in her mouth and he grinned, turned on by the sound of her working away at him. On impulse, he moved his hand from her face to her bound arms, trailing a fingernail down the soft skin.
She writhed slightly at the touch but kept moving her head back and forwards, her expertise at her task having enabled her to take all but the last couple of inches of him into her mouth and throat, her nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose.
For a long moment, Peter stood staring down at her, enjoying the sight of his pretty little wife with her mouth stretched wide about his engorged shaft while she was so effectively bound.
He shuddered slightly as the image of her so helpless as she sucked away at him was suddenly too much to bear and with a grunt, he felt his testicles twitching, the sensation of his coming climax surging through his body. As if sensing the change in him, Rachel moaned and bobbed her head faster, eyes little more than slits as she took the last few inches of him into her throat before virtually withdrawing and then repeating it all, the thick shaft off his cock glistening with reams of her saliva.
Groaning, he leaned forwards and placed one of his hands on the leather bed behind her head and the other on the side of her face, keeping her still while he began to move his hips back and forth, see-sawing his cock into her mouth, his eyes closed as he rode her face. Body shaking as he felt his orgasm approaching, Peter gave a lust filled moan, “Oh yeah, do you like that baby?”
She tried to speak but the words were inarticulate moans, their meaning lost as she spoke with a mouthful of her husband.
“Are you sorry? Do you really want me to forgive you?” he grunted, holding her head with both hands now, making sure not to hurt his wife as he held her still. Again her muffled reply came, her eyes meeting his as she moaned and groaned, totally at his mercy as he pumped away at her face, filling her mouth.
“Oh God” he grunted, reaching out with a fingernail again to trace it down her bare arm and beneath him, she lurched and twisted, her eyes snapping open as she gagged on his shaft.
With a guttural roar, Peter came, his hands holding to his wife’s face as he unloaded himself into her pretty little mouth, his testicles twitching and tightening beneath him as he shuddered.
With wavering vision brought on his ecstasy, Peter stared down, watching as his wife’s throat worked, swallowing down his offering as he still jerked and twitched deep inside her mouth.
Finally finished he stepped back, his thick but rapidly deflating shaft trailing across her cheek, and eyes on his, Rachel snaked out her tongue to scoop up the excess from near her mouth.
For a moment, they held each other’s gaze and then Peter smiled broadly, reaching out to begin untying the cord binding her.
“Is that it?” Rachel asked, hope in her voice as he released her and she sat up, rubbing at her wrists and ankles where the cord had restrained her, “Are we done for the evening babe?”
The chuckle from her husband as he placed the sections of cord back on the table was highly amused, “Oh no…not yet…”
As he finished fastening the last strap of the four that were securing the ankles and wrists of his beloved wife, Peter took a step back and smiled as he studied her lithe and naked form.
She was attached to the X-shaped bed now, her arms stretched out either side of her head and her legs spread wide revealing her in all her glory. Still smiling, he walked slowly around the bed, seeing the excitement on the face of Rachel as she met his gaze .She knew what was coming and was as excited as he was.
Pausing beside her left side, Peter bent suddenly, cupping her small firm breast in a large hand and squeezing it, his thumb brushing over the nipple before he bent and sucked it into his mouth, the flat blade of his tongue flicking over and around it.
On the X-bed, Rachel groaned and arched her back, watching through lust filled eyes as her husband rose and moved around to the other side to repeat the process with her other breast. Rising once again, Peter stood beside his naked, spread-eagled wife, his hands smoothing over her naked form, his fingernails scratching gently over her soft skin every now and again, eliciting small gasps and shudders of pleasure from her.
Breaking away from her writhing form, Peter moved up between her legs and dropped to a crouch, his face level with her pussy as it hung over empty space, accessible and ready for plundering.
Reaching around the underside of the lower arms of the X, he held her bare thighs with his large hands and moved his mouth so that it was less than an inch from her pussy, blowing softly upon her tender pink flesh. The reaction from Rachel was instantaneous, her legs jerking and a guttural groan escaping her.
“You like that don’t you?” he asked, knowing the answer.
“Oh God yes” she moaned, “Please, don’t stop Peter”
Chuckling he blew on her again, softly moving the breath about the area before him, enjoying her lusty reactions on the bed.
Without warning, he moved his mouth up tight against her, his broad tongue spearing into her and she cried out, the words just a jumble of noise and grunts, her legs straining tight against the restraints as he slid his tongue up her lips and sucked on her.
“Oh God yes!” she moaned, bucking against his hungry mouth as he licked and sucked away at her, his tongue pressing and flicking her clit, driving her to extremes as she thrashed about.
As he worked away at her, teasing and tickling her clit with his tongue, Peter released his grip on her thigh with a hand and pushed a big finger into his wife’s hugging depths, a second finger joining the first as he began to finger fuck her slowly.
On the X-bed, Rachel became a thing possessed, her body reacting to the pleasure that her husband was giving her, her moans of ecstasy driving him on as he tasted her flowing juices, his digits moving faster as he built up speed, driving her crazy.
With a virtual roar of shock, Rachel came hard, dousing her husband’s tongue in her juices as she shuddered and shook upon the X-bed, until finally she lay still, breathing heavily.
Lifting his face slightly, one hand drying his mouth, Peter stared up the length of his wife’s athletic body, “You enjoyed that?”
Her confirmation was little more than a moan of pleasure, then her face rose to meet his gaze, “You can let me out now”
“Oh no” he chuckled, lowering his face again, “Not yet”
She gasped as she realised his intention. Then she was shaking once more, arching her back upon the X-bed as he began to work at her clit again with his tongue, knowing that after she came it was always more hyper-sensitive than usual.
Crying out, Rachel strained at the straps restraining her, grunting and moaning as the sensation of his pressing tongue coursed up through her throbbing clit and round her body.
“Please stop” she cried out, her voice hysterical, “Sir, please!”
Removing his mouth from her pussy, he chuckled, “What will you give me if I do stop?”
“Anything!” she cried out, shrieking as his tongue touched her again, swirling around her hooded clit, sucking upon it, “Please!”
“Name it” he paused in his work again, rising to stand between her open legs, his fingers still working in and out of her body.
She hesitated, her mind racing for something that he might find acceptable and grinning her removed his fingers from her and headed around to stand by the left side of her body, “Well?”
“Too late” he began to tickle her ribs and stomach, his fingers delving into her ribs and sides, making her lurch and shriek with peals of laughter as she tried unsuccessfully to get away.
Thoroughly enjoying himself, Peter headed back down the bed, grasping hold of one foot and holding it still as he began to tickle it with his other hand, ignoring her howls and laughed shrieks as she begged for him to let her go, her body convulsing as she lost control of herself, “Please Sir, oh my…please stop!”
“What will you give me?” he repeated the question, turning his face to smile at her, “Name it and I might let you go!”
“I will go barefoot after 5pm next Saturday…all night long!” she cried out, regretting her words almost at once as she knew he would take advantage on that night and tickle her again. Yet right now she did not care, she simply had to get him to stop.
“Do you promise me?” he asked, throwing her a broad grin.
“Yes!” she cried out, her words split with howls of laughter as he continued to tickle the foot he held, “Please, Sir…I will let you do whatever you like to my feet then with no complaints!”
For a moment, he hesitated then he stopped his assault on the soles of her foot, smiling as he moved back around the bed so that he could look down into her eyes, “Do you promise?”
She nodded; her body aching from the laughter and the intensity of her orgasm, “Yes, yes I promise”
Smirking triumphantly, Peter stepped away from her and headed to the laptop, switching off the webcam before moving back to his wife, his smile was broad as he kissed her lips, “I love you”
Her smile was just as genuine, “And I love you too”