At the breakfast table the next morning, Carter Hawkins sent an nor colder chill up his daughter's spine than the morning before. He didn't look at her at all, not even when speaking to her. Sherry knew this was the mast ominous sign possible, and she wondered with a terrible stab of guilt if he suspected what was going on. She ate in total silence.
Her father pretended to read the paper, but his mind was on the report he'd received about Sherry last night. A client of his, a policeman, had followed Sherry when he was off duty last night. She'd been picked up by Jimmy Wilson and they'd gone to a house on the outskirts of town, where Jimmy and Sherry had stayed for three hours. Then Jimmy took her home.
He'd checked the house address and found it belonged to the town librarian, Laura Swenson. First she'd taken them to a filthy movie and then had them over at her house for three hours. A cold, nameless suspicion hung in Carter Hawkins' mind. Something very strange was definitely going on. He knew his daughter well enough to know she'd deny anything if he questioned her in his harsh way. When the time was ripe, he'd get the truth out of her.
One thing bothered him most of all, the cop had said that five minutes after Jimmy and Sherry arrived at her house, all the lights except the one in the bedroom went out. Now what would two children be doing in the librarian's bedroom with her for three bourn?
Without a word, he left the breakfast table and drove to his office. All morning long he dictated letters and made decisions on policies. At noon he told his secretary he would take a two-hour lunch. It was Wednesday, and Carter Hawkins did precisely the same thing at noon on every Wednesday.
He draw to an expensive apartment building two miles away, parked, rang a buzzer and took she elevator to the fourth floor. The door was a jar. He went in, put his briefcase on the sofa and took off his jacket.
"Is that you, Carter?" A tall, big-breasted blonde entered the living room from the bedroom. She was wearing a lacy pink bra, panties and high heels. Her sensuously curved body was stunning: high, proud tits, tiny waist and hash hips above long, tapered legs.
"It's me," he assured her. His prick, which had been smoldering the entire morning as it did every Wednesday, pounded in his pants. The blonde was perfect for his desires – the exact opposite of his sexless wife. Her lavish tits bounced as she walked, her huge nipples straining at the flimsy bra. Her ass rippled, milk-white and juicily curved, through her sheer panties. When men looked at her, they thought of only one thing.
She went over to Sherry's father and put her hand on his bulging crotch, groping skillfully. "Mmmmmmnnm, that's a goodie, Carter. Been saving it up for me all week?"
Coldly, the businessman put his hands on her soft shoulders and forced her on her knees before him. "Suck it," he said in a hoarse command. He gripped her head firmly in his hands as she unzipped his fly and brought out his pulsating cock, betting it in her hot fingers.
She opened her ripe mouth wide, and Carter shoved his prick in brutally. A cry of pain escaped from her as the swollen head battered against her throat. She earned her money with all of them, but with a bastard like Carter Hawkins, she earned it the hard way. Still, there were certain things he liked to do to her that she herself enjoyed tremendously. As she kneeled submissively before him, his fleshy rod pumping savagely in and out of her mouth, her eyes went to his briefcase with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.
"Harder!" he told her, panting as her burning lips began to suck feverishly, as thrills sparked in his balls and groin. His own wife wouldn't dream of doing this for him. Nor did his wife have anything that compared to the blonde's hot, massive tits and soft, huge ass. Aaaah, that ass, so creamy and vulnerable…
She was moaning painfully flow as he jerked his meat to a furious rhythm in her hotly sucking mouth. His hands cupped her blonde hair powerfully and he made lewd grunts as he fucked her relentlessly in her helpless mouth. She stroked the base of his prick rapidly in her soft fist, wanting to get this part over with quickly.
"Eat it!" Carter gasped, "eat my come!" His quivering cock exploded in her mouth and the blonde swallowed the spurting liquid frantically. Every Wednesday he gave her his entire week's come and this particular load seemed like it would never end, salty and burning, a flood that made her pg and whimper.
With a deep sigh, he pulled his limp rod from her mouth and released his painful grip on her head. His urgency was gone for the moment, and they could get down to business.
"Christ," the blonde sighed, standing up shakily. "One of these days I'll drown from your load. Doesn't your wife ever give you any?"
"My family is none of your business," he snapped. "You're nothing but a whore and don't forget it."
"Then in that case," she retorted, "pay me now, not afterward."
Contemptuously, he took fifty dollars from his wallet and flung it at her. The bills scattered over the carpet and he watched her get on her knees to pick them up, her ripe tits dangling, her lush ass wading a surge of blood in his deflated cock.
"Let's go," he told her. He followed her into the bedroom, beginning to strip, hying his clothes out neatly on her bed. Next to her dresser an the large bedroom was a metal frame eight feet tall and almost fin feet wide. On each corner was a set of manacles on a chain.
Trembling, the tail blonde took off her bra and panties, leaving her high heels on. That always turned thorn on, because her lop were stunningly curved and it made her taller, which in turn made her seem more helpless when she was shackled.
Naked, Carter Hawkins' body was in surprisingly good shape for his forty-five years. He was lean and muscled, with thick grey-black hair covering his chest. In fact, the blonde realized, he was very handsome, but that made him seem more of a bastard than ever. She'd seen his family with him in public and, after seeing his prude-faced wife with her stringy figure she could understand some of his hang-ups. But the daughter! An angel, with the luscious promise of sexy beauty when she grew up.
God, she wouldn't mind a piece of the daughter herself, thought the blonde as she stepped inside the metal frame. Shivers of fear raced up her spine as he manacled her wrists first, and then her ankles. She stood naked and helpless before him, spread-eagled with her arms raised over her head and her legs parted wide.
"Beautiful bitch," Carter muttered, his breath coming fast as he gripped the hot white flesh of her ass in his hands, kneading and stroking. It was her flesh he was hooked on, the soft, creamy and succulent skin, like hot velvet to the touch. He dug his fingers fiercely into her ass-cheeks and she whimpered in pain.
He opened his briefcase and her eyes widened in fear, although she'd been through it every week for more than a year. He took out a black leather whip with seven long thong at it, caressing it in his fingers as he watched her naked tits heave with fear and excitement. Even the harshness of her pretty features was gone now and she looked like a helpless girl, except for her fantastically sensual body.
"Don't hurt me," she whispered. "Please be careful?"
He stood directly in front of her, the whip twitching it his hands, his quickly-hardening prick brushing against her moist cunt-hairs.
"You love it," ho told her, grinning. "Your cunt is wet with excitement." He reached up with his fingers to stroke her trembling tits and she shivered lewdly as he pinched the fat nipple in his fingers.
When he went around behind her, the blonde shut her eyes tightly, beginning to shudder. She just never knew what the bastard would do next. First a little pleasure, then pain, than more thrills, then more pain. She suddenly moaned as he trailed the leather thong gently up the crack of her hot plush ass-cheeks, thou lasciviously down each of her trembling inner thighs.
A scream came from her lips when he abruptly rammed a finger deep into her tight asshole, and she squirmed her hips up and down on it.
Carter's long prick was throbbing urgently now. Whore or no whore, she had been an incredibly sexy body and the juiciest am he'd ever men on a woman. For a minute he tickled her quivering anus then suddenly withdrew his finger. She gasped, craving more of the strange burning pressure up her asshole.
Hefting the whip in his hands, he began to lash her trembling white ass, hearing her sobs of pain with a thrill of pleasure. She strained fiercely at her chains, her lush naked buns squirming helplessly with each stinging lash, her soft back arching sharply and her ripe tits thrust out and quivering. But with each burning stroke of the whip, a wild thrill of excitement radiated from her loins until her cunt was soaked with her juices and she was swinging her naked ass back to meet the whip.
"Hurts! Aaaaaa! Please, fuck me now… ooof! Now! Not again, no more, please! Oooooooh!"
He suddenly reached one hand around to rub her silky drenched pussy as he lashed her ass, arousing her to a feverish rhythm of us – swinging. The pearl-white skin of her checks was covered with red welts.
"You love it," Carter panted, stinging her bouncing ass furiously, listening to her helpless cries with pleasure. "You couldn't live with out it, you beautiful bitch. Say you love it! Say it!"
"Yes, yes, yearns! Ahhh, want to come now! Fuck me, I beg you!"
Her velvety ass was a bright red now and Carter flung the whip down. He stood behind her with his pounding prick crushed to her soft burning checks, teasing her. He seized her panting tits in his hands and squeezed and rubbed them together, making her whimper with urgency, thou ran his fingers down over her fiery flea to her cunt, plunging a finger deep into the burning pussy-flesh. She squirmed deliciously on it.
"Fuck me now! You're torturing me, I'm so Goddamned hot! Ram it in, please, Carter!"
She struggled her wrists at the chains futilely, aching to grab his throbbing meat and shove it deep into her craving pussy. The hot stinging on her ass-flesh had aroused her to a frenzied pitch of desire and her ripely curved white body was drenched in a sheen of perspiration.
As much as he wanted to cruelly tease her some more, he was in a frantic state of excitement himself. The writhing satiny heat of her ass grinding against his crotch was maddeningly exciting to him.
"What will you give me if I fuck you?" he whispered hoarsely in her ear, squeezing her pussy-flesh with lewd strokes. "Will you give me another blow-job, free?"
"Yes, yes," she panted, shaking her head from side to side to vent her urgency. "I'll suck you off whenever you want, I swear it!"
"Will you fuck my dog?" he taunted her. "Will you give him a piece of your gorgeous ass?"
"Oh God, stop it! I'm so hot I could die, Carter. Yes, anything, I promise, but FUCK ME!"
He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder in a savage bite and she cried out. Carter was so aroused over her lush, helpless nakedness he was afraid he'd come from the sheer pleasure of her burning fat ass writhing against his bushy crotch, from the silky feel of her swollen tits in his fingers.
He stepped back, clutched her wide hips powerfully in his fingers and pressed his arched prick against her fiery cunt-lips. She groaned with delight and he abruptly slammed his meat into her trembling cunt with such force she screamed.
"Oh shit, that's terrific," Carter panted, pistoning his rod brutally in and out of her luscious hot cunt. "Oh Jesus, what a fuck!"
She was slamming her hips feverishly back to meet his hotly stroking prick, clamping her pussy on it in a frenzy of blip. She'd almost come when he was whipping her ass, and now that burning glow began to fuse with the fire in her oozing cunt.
"Squeeze my tits!" she begged. "I'm going to – unnnnnnngh – come, Carter! Fuck it harder… hurt me!"
He pitted his teeth with lust as her frenziedly fucking pussy wriggled and clamped on his bunting prick. The only reason he hadn't raped her in the ass was that her cunt was so wild and flew it surpassed anything else she had to offer. And she was so incredibly sexy naked with high heels on, her creamy curves in a state of utter helplessness with shackles binding her wrists and ankles, the knowledge that he could do anything he wanted to her voluptuous naked flesh was in itself tremendously exciting.
"What a fantastic piece of ass!" he groaned, squeezing her hot tits fiercely in his fingers. His control shattered completely than and she moaned with passion as his surging cock began to gush its steaming load. He bit the nape of her neck, groaning deeply as his mad fucking strokes began to subside in spasms.
"Oh God! Go good, so wild, Carter! Oh you bastard, you really know – aooooooo – how to please a woman, mmmmmmm…"
For two minutes after his prick shriveled, she continued to moan and flex her tingling pussy on it. An intense heat spread out from her stinging ass, still a bright pink from the whipping, to her hotly glowing cunt. With so many steady customers like Carter Hawkins, she'd long ago lost the ability to distinguish between pain and pleasure. To her, they were the same.
"What a cunt," Carter sighed, stepping back. For a minute he kneaded the burning flesh of her ass in his fingers, wondering if he had time for a third piece. After all, she was in no position to argue with her lush body helplessly manacled before him. He glanced at his watch and sighed. No time.
He went around to face her. "Want me to eat your pussy?" he whispered. "Lick and suck it until you scream with joy?"
"Yes," she said eagerly. "Oh yes."
"For that privilege," he grinned, "you will have to pay me a hundred dollars, lady. I've got to get going."
"Bastard," she moaned. She sucked in her breath with pain as she moved her wrists and ankles. "Unlock me now."
Casually, he went over to the bed and started dressing.
"Bastard!" she cried out. "Goddamn you! Unlock me!"
"Why?" He raised an eyebrow as he knotted his tie, watching her struggle fiercely, becoming aroused again as her beautiful huge tits bounced. "Maybe in a few hours in that position will teach you courtesy. Even a whore needs manners, you know."
"You wouldn't," she moaned, really frightened. "Even a bastard like you wouldn't do that! Please, please let me out of these things!"
Fully dressed, Carter picked up the whip and went behind her. Gripping her crotch with one hand, he pressed the butt of the whip against her trembling asshole, threatening to ram it in.
"No, no!" she sobbed, "you'll kill me."
"You'd love it," he muttered, squeezing her pussy cruelly. For a minute he stroked the huge butt of the whip ominously around her puckered asshole, then left her and put it in his briefcase. In the doorway of the bedroom, he paused.
Terror crossed her face now. "You can't do this, damn you! If I ever get free, I'll…"
"You'll what?" he said coldly.
She kept her mouth shut. You didn't fool with the menacing streak in someone like Carter Hawkins. "Please," she begged.
Carter came back to her, stood before her and with a smile ran a fingertip along the lips of her pussy, which dripped with his come. He raised the sticky finger to her lips and, closing her eyes, she humbly licked it.
"That's a good girl," he said mockingly. Then he reached up and unlocked the manacles on her wrists and kneeled to unshackle her ankles. The trembling blonde whimpered as she tenderly nabbed her wrists.
Caner Hawkins picked up his briefcase, glanced crisply at his watch and started out. "See you next Wednesday. Wear your brown boots next time. I've got a new whip that matches the color perfectly."
"Bastard!" she hissed as the outer door slammed.