Tighter!

“Tighter!”,  Anita said. “Are you sure?”, replied Femi, looking in disbelief at his pregnant wife. She was four months gone and even though her belly wasn’t terribly large,  he was still concerned. He was worried he would hurt her but she was having none of it. She knew exactly what she wanted and she was determined to get it out of him. Dressed in nothing but a white see-through nightie that left nothing to the imagination, she was splayed across their king-sized bed, lying on her back. Her legs were spread and her ankles tied to each of the bedposts at the foot of the bed. He had improvised with the fabric belts from the many bathrobes they had accumulated over the years. Her left hand was tied similarly to the top left corner of the bed. As he tightened the final restraint on her right hand, she gazed at him with an impatient burning lust in her eyes. He placed the gag in her mouth, fastening it around the back of her head until she was completely inaudible.  As he stood up to undress himself, he gazed at her, completely vulnerable and yet still in control. Her freshly shaven pussy was adorned with the most perfectly manicured landing strip and even from a distance her wetness was immediately apparent.  She didn’t want to be kissed or caressed like she normally would be. They’d had the most horrible dinner guests only a few hours ago and she was ready to blow off steam the best way she knew how. She wanted him to be rough with her, as rough as he could be. She didn’t care for her safety and she knew her unborn baby would be fine. The doctor had assured her it was ok to fuck right until she went into labor.

Given how wet she was, he eased into her as deep as he could muster. He began with slow but deep thrusts, hitting her depths as far as he could manage. He was on his knees, making forward and backward motions as the lay, helpless. She couldn’t scream or restrain him or guide his motions. She had surrendered completely to the pleasure and pain that would be her life for the next two hours and even in her vulnerability, she felt immensely liberated. She enjoyed sex a lot more since she became pregnant, contrary to the things she had heard from her friends. Femi enjoyed the heightened sensitivity of her body and found her more desirable than ever.  His motions became even faster as he rammed her, putting his entire weight on her as he whispered how glorious he felt as he “abused” her. She loved when he talked about how she naughty she had been and how he planned to make sure she got what she deserved for it. He whispered how he wouldn’t stop even when she cried.  He held her throat and squeezed gently as he stared into her eyes, his hips moving up and down, her pussy juices creaming all over his swollen member. He let go when the veins in her forehead began to bulge and she breathed in heavily as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He blew his first load as deep into her as he could.

He loosened her from the bedposts with the gag still in her mouth. Placing her hands behind her back, he made her face the bed as he tied each of her hands to it’s corresponding leg, left-to-left, right-to-right. She looked a bit like a Christmas turkey about to stuffed…literally. He straddled her and with his semi-erect dick, he slid into her again. Within a few pumps he was hard enough to take her again As he pumped her from behind, lying on her back at first, then kneeling behind her, he spanked her…hard. His palm prints were almost visible on her light-skinned behind. With each spank, he could feel her shudder. She wanted it to end but at the same time she didn’t want him to stop. Soon he was holding her shoulders for support as he slammed into her frenzy. He put her on her side, taking entering her from the front. He wanted to see her face as he fucked her. Tears ran down her eyes but she kept nodding as he asked her if she was getting what she wanted. Femi could tell she meant it and he didn’t let the tears throw him off his game. As his second load spewed into her, he let out a groan but kept pumping at the most frantic pace he could muster. Then he remained still…still lodged inside her body as he suckled her tender nipples like a hungry baby. He sucked each one hard, taking as much of each breast as he could into his mouth. He knew she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra or any top for the rest of the weekend.  He moved his kisses lower to her protruding belly and all the way down to her clit was throbbing uncontrollably. He knew she was sore so he made sure to focus his attention on her clit alone and he nursed it with his tongue, kissing, sucking and flicking up and down and from side to side as she tried to wiggle with very little success. When he felt her motions weaken, he knew she was ready to fall asleep. He loosened her gag and her hands and feet as he tucked her into bed with what he noticed was a mischievous little smile on her face. “Good boy” she whispered as he walked to the bathroom…