The keeper - illustrated bondage story, part 30

The man clamped his hands even tighter on the girl’s head as she was invaded. Melissa screamed as the woman put her entire weight on the teenager’s back, forcing her to sit on the smooth, tapered bot- tle.

She was impaled, her cunt lips wide, the bottle’s long upper section all the way inside her. She practically sat on the wider bottom section. Then the woman’s hands were back on her tits, and her mouth was moving against the girl’s ear.

“The faster you work, the sooner it goes.” The woman started pulling at Melissa’s tits as the girl rocked her head frenetically on his hard-on. She slobbered, breathed through her mouth, and jerked her head up and down. He let his head fall back, his hands just resting on her hair now, smiling.

Melissa’s arms moved under the woman’s bulk. Her fngers splayed, then tightened together. She tried lifting her haunches, but the old woman just bore them down.

Suddenly her whole body was rocking: her mouth around the cock and her cunt around the bottle as the woman yanked on her tits like bread dough.

Melissa could no longer think. All she saw was exploding stars, all she heard was a roaring, and she felt electric shocks inside her body. She felt stuffed and suffocated, making her work all the more frantically. It was if she were underwater, swimming toward the surface of the ocean. She stroked faster and faster as there was less and less air.

The saliva covered his thighs and made a puddle on the chair. The shaft of his penis was thickly coated with it. Her tongue was a bun around the sausage, licking and caressing. The ring touched the vibrating crown with each stroke. The strokes came faster and faster and faster, Melissa grunting with each one until the sounds became one long, undulating groan. Then his back arched. His hips shot up. Then his hands slapped on the back of her head, pushing her down. Then the old woman grabbed Melissa’s tits and stretched them forward for all she was worth.

The girl froze in place and nothing happened for a split second. Then her mouth was coated with thick, spurting liquid.

Melissa reared up, the old woman leaping off her back, and the man throwing his arms wide. She tried to scream, her blue-green eyes wide open, but the ring and cum made it a horrifed gargle.

The semen splashed out of her pried-open mouth as she yanked her tight body aside, splattering her hair as it cascaded over her face and shoulders. The wine bottle tipped over with her, hardly sliding out of her cunt. She hit the foor on her side, her right arm taking much of the brunt. Her red, raw, molested tits jiggled painfully as she hit.

She moaned softly, in shock and pain, then moaned again -- longer and louder this time -- as she stretched her aching limbs and turned her face toward the foor ... the milky cum drooling over her lips and into the covering mound of her shining red hair.

He stood, gripping his stiff member, and jerked the last few drops across the foor to splatter on the little girl’s side. Melissa didn’t even feel them. What she felt was the old woman kneeling at her feet, gripping the wine bottle, and slowly pulling it from her vagina.

“That’s a good girl,” the old woman sighed, holding the lubricant-smeared bottle in one hand, and gently cupping one of Melissa’s cum-splattered tits with the other. “You did just fne.” She looked to her son, who still held his stiff member. He jerked his head toward the living room. The old woman nodded. It was time to trade places. Melissa jerked up in shock as the old woman’s fngers suddenly clawed deeply into her tit.

Melissa sat where Dana had been sitting. Only the teenager’s feet weren’t touching the foor. The only thing touching the foor beside the easy chair were her black high heels; fnally off. Melissa’s legs were tucked under her, her ankles tied to her thighs and her knees tied together -- all with the black wire.

Her wrists were each tied to each ankle with the same wire, an her elbows cinched as close as they could go behind her back. To keep her from scratching or getting at the knots, each hand was enclosed its own black rubber mini-mitten, which forced Melissa’s fngers in fsts. They also cinched around her wrists.

Her face was likewise enclosed. Her red hair had been pulled through a hole in the top of a black rubber hood which covered her entire head and cinched around the very top of her throat. The only opening was for her nostrils. A round pear gag was bolted on the inside, flling her mouth. Pads were over her eyes and ears.