Page 358 of S is for SEX

“Fuck me Shane,” I taunted.

“Seriously, on my back in this work truck?” she whined.

I reached for a portion of the rope, “Fuck me Shane.”

“Oh my god. Are you going to tie me up?” she asked excitedly.

“I want my pussy sore for a week. Fuck me Shane. Fuck me or hit the gym,” I chuckled as I untangled the rope.

I bent down, removed my knife from the pocket of my jeans, and cut two short lengths of rope as Kace eagerly watched. As I leaned into the truck she began to breathe heavily. I reached for her right wrist, wrapped the rope around it, and tied it to the tie-down hook on the side of the bed. After doing the same with her left hand, I stood back and admired my handiwork and my beautiful wife. My beautiful tied up wife. The more I looked at Kace tied up in the bed of the truck, the more excited I became. As I stood and stared, she began to twist back and forth and kick her legs lightly.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Look at my pussy,” she responded.

“What?” I asked as I raised my knee to the edge of the tailgate.

“My pussy, it’s soaked,” she sighed.

As I pulled myself into the truck, I laughed, “It better be.”

As I lifted her dress to above her waist, she wiggled and twisted her body from side to side. Using each hand, I grasped her lower calves and spread her legs to the side as I lowered my face between her thighs. As I slid my hands up the length of her smooth legs, she began to moan.

“Shane…”

“Shhh,” I whispered.

As I began to suck on her clit lightly, she twisted and bucked her hips against my face. After a few moments of teasing, I started to lick her pussy with a mentally timed rhythm. Each stroke of my tongue like the last, I raised one finger and began to finger her as I continued to lick her. After a few more minutes, she moaned with pleasure and her breath became short.

I continued the pace as she moaned in pleasure, reaching orgasm from my tongue and finger.

Quietly, I pulled my head from her legs and raised myself to standing on both knees. As I inched closer to her waist, I reached for her shoulders and pressed my hips between her thighs. With one hand, I guided myself into her now dripping pussy.

“Now, Kace. Now I’m going to fuck you,” I said as I shoved myself into her completely.

She tugged with each hand against the rope. I had left a little slack in the rope, but her wrists were secured well. She couldn’t get away if she felt the need to. As she pulled with each wrist alternately, I chuckled.

“You aren’t going to get away, little girl. I’m going to fuck you until I’m done,” I assured her.

“Oh God. Do it,” she breathed.

As I began to fuck her without mercy, her ass scooted across the bed of the truck until her head was against the inside of the bed. As her head came in contact with the bed, I reached down and grasped her throat and squeezed lightly. As my grip tightened she smiled and closed her eyes. Carefully, I increased the strength of my grip as I continued to slide my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.

Within a few minutes, her pussy began to contract.

“Slap me,” she said as she opened her eyes.

“Kace?” I asked, unsure of what she wanted me to do.

“Fucking slap me, Shane. Slap me,” she shouted.

In my wildest dreams, I would never guess I would reach a point where I would be comfortable slapping a woman. Ever. Without a doubt, I was fucking her as a much different person that I had been in the past. Maybe I had changed. It took one more request for me to know for certain.

“Slap me!” she bellowed.

She hadn’t actually finished speaking when my hand released her neck and slapped her cheek mildly.

“Oh my fucking God,” she screamed.

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