At times, Ellen could feel the hot sweat dripping from Joe as he worked himself up into a slapping, spanking frenzy. She swallowed hard, tasting the last of his sticky cum washing down her throat.
"Now, we're gonna make this a little more interesting, baby. You don't want nothin' simple, right?"
Her hands were roped behind her, fingertips brushing against the reddened rounded tops of her buns. Joe took the longer length of rope now and held it in one hand, pulling her wrists and ankles together as if she were a roped calf. Ellen groaned, feeling the painful pressure building in her upper arms and thighs. The woman tried to raise her shoulders and tits from the mattress to ease the puffing agony. But Joe moved too quickly to let her body get accustomed to the odd pull. Soon, she felt the soles of her naked feet pressing against one another as he roped her ankles together, then used the remaining part of the line to bind her feet to her wrists. She could feel the harsh nylon line cutting into her flesh now like a knife. Ellen wondered if the wet sensation she experienced now was sweat or blood.
"Now, it gets interestin', right? Can't move at all… just like a roped calf. And man, oh man, you look real good that way, you know?"
Joe rolled her onto her back once more, looking down at her while smearing his prick with his oozing cock-juices.
Ellen couldn't take her eyes off his prick. The rope burning into her flesh, the hotness that still burned her ass from the spanking, everything conspired against anything decent in her. All her husband's words about sin flew out the window as she focused her eyes on that long, thick cock with the purple head. Good Christ in heaven, he looked as if he were about to shoot his cumload right in her face!
"Fuck me!" she rasped.
Where had that awful command come from? The words startled Ellen as she lay there, grimacing against the pain throbbing through her wrists and ankles. Had she actually said something that vile? She saw Joe's lips curl up into a sardonic smile and knew she had.