Frothy spit oozed around the corners of Ellen's lips. She could taste his cock-lube coating her throat, sliming down to her belly while her head bobbed back and forth. She couldn't fight him anymore. His knees pressed painfully against her narrow shoulders, shoving her into the mattress while his hairy balls dangled over her chin. He was fucking her face, his groin flattening her nose with every downward cock-lunge.

Ellen started feeling dizzy, gagging at every shove as more and more pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit and coated her mouth. Joe was coughing now, his excitement rising as he pounded the back of her throat harder. Ellen thought he was going to cum.

For one mad moment, she felt something like regret. Halfway worked up, she would hang there while he finished him off. Oh, how like her husband he would be! Suddenly Joe slowed down, his hips churning his prick around in her mouth, pushing out her cheeks while his cum-laden balls dragged gently over her chin. Ellen felt his fingers pressing hard against her skull and feared he would crush her head like an eggshell.

"Man, oh man! That hot suckin' mouth's gonna drain me dry if I keep pluggin' it. Gotta rope you down to keep you in line, bitch."

Ellen lay there, her lips smeared with his pre-cum and her spit. She could have tried to make a break for it now. Joe was grunting, crawling off the mattress and turning his back on her. She could rush for the door and run for it. But something kept her there. She felt something building in her, a strange force that kept her glued to the mattress even though she had a chance to bolt.

Joe recognized that. She could see it in his cruel black eyes as he turned back to her and threw down several pieces of quarter-inch nylon line between her legs.

"Gimme your fuckin' hands. You ain't gonna be the same, bitch, after old Joe pokes you. You're gonna be yellin' hallelujahs like crazy when you think about me and what I did to you tonight."