Thread: Bought and Paid For

Through the heavy panting of her erratic, labored breathing, to the muffled exclaims as he continued to taunt her body up into a fevered frenzy, she could hear the telltale shuffling of clothing. It hit her ears immediately, forcing her head to turn towards the source of such a sound, her brows lifting in a visible display of confusion, and intrigue. She could see not a thing, nor could she say a word, her arms were hopelessly tied above her head...forcing the poor dear to be inevitably helpless to any and all of his administrations. Though, admittedly, she was frightened, Abigail felt a strange sense of trust in this man, even as he grasped upon her hips and forced her legs open. She tensed up like a wooden board, crying out against the soaked material of her constricting stocking. What was he going to do? Surely he had taken his breeches off, yes? Was he really going to take her for the first time, in such a degrading manner? Despite the stroking along the sensitive flesh of her nether lips, she was still nervous, her stomach was twisting with the anticipation of pain, and the very moment she felt the bulbous head of his erection ease up against her slit, she nearly screamed. Goodness, he was going to take her! Toes curled and her legs struggled beneath the strength of his hands, which held her dormant and stable. Abigail's chest heaved as she panicked, surely not one to enjoy being unable to actually see what he was doing, especially given a moment like this. Her virginity was the prime factor of any man wanting her, and thus, it was infinitely important to her. Though, the sad and darkening truth was that this man was her husband. Richard could take it from her as he pleased, in whatever way he willed it so. Thus, she accepted her fate, and tried to relax for her own sake. Finally, he breached her walls and her back arched sharply as he dug his length deep within her yielding channel. Slow, thin trickles of blood made their way down across the supple cheeks of her ass, soon to be overrun by the following wetness of her arousal. He filled her, forced her hole to burn as he worked in and out steadily, taking her like no one else had been given the blessing to. Abigail continued to wither about the bed, struggling against her ties and biting rapidly at the cloth betwixt her swollen mouth. He wasn't stopping, nor was he letting her get used to him at a gradual pace. Her body felt as if it were on fire and though she was stressed, it felt marvelous. Her clit was swollen and hard to the touch, as her nerves screamed beneath the onslaught of his intruding member. Goodness, if only those prissy upperclassmen could see her right now... The round, glorious mounds of her bosom were bouncing with each and every shove of his hips, the delicate line of her neck stretched back, whilst she dug her head into the silken pillows cradling her. She was coming, her muscles were tightening up even more, sucking down on him like an iron vice and she spilled all across his cock, coating him thoroughly and thus giving him even more lubrication, to continue on with his mindless rutting. Her inner thighs were coated thoroughly with her sweetness, as the rest of her was glistening beneath the lewd lighting in a soft sheen of perspiration. She was gorgeous, the rich curls of auburn clinging to the curves of her upper frame, as she wrapped those pale, sinuous legs around his waist, urging him closer...urging him to come inside of her and fill her womb with his boiling, potent seed. She needed it, so, so badly. Then, just as she worked her prominent hips into his, he leaned down and bit the susceptible bud of rose, forcing her to cringe, jerk and scream.