"Well, now, it sure didn't take the preacher's wife long to come around. Now she wants my cock in her pussy. You gonna beg for it?"

Ellen closed her eyes and turned her face away. She couldn't believe she had said something like that. But she wouldn't let it happen again.

But Joe had other plans, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin and snapping her head to the right so hard he nearly threw out her neck, Ellen squealed, feeling him pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, twisting the nub so hard he was crushing it. She bounced her ass-cheeks against the mattress, pulling at her bonds while feeling them cutting deeper into her flesh.

"Say it again, baby… or you ain't gonna wind up sayin' much more."

Ellen licked her dry lips, staring at the big man's penetrating eyes and knew he was serious.

"Fuck me… please, fuck me! Oh God, I need it, I need your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" The pleading came out in a torrent of filth, the words shaming and startling her as if she had heard them from another woman.

"Man, that's one sweet invite."

Joe moved his hands down to her hair once more, grabbing handfuls of it and tugging. She arched her spine until she thought it would break from the pressure, her head pressing against the mattress. He still pulled at her hair pressing down his knee against her leg while watching her cunt-lips quiver with excitement.

"Oh!"

Joe had his hands crawling like spiders over her body, his rough fingertips pinching her flesh until she squealed again and again against the pain. He laughed at her, lowering his head down to her tits. At first, he licked her tits like a dog lapping at water, his prick jerking up and striking his hairy belly again and again. Then he opened his mouth and bit down on one long red nipples, his front teeth digging into the throbbing tit-flesh.