Billy picked out some pills, and asked for a Scotch on the rocks. Barbara was delighted with herself as she puttered around the bar, getting everything just right for her dominant lover.
Barbara turned back to the sofa carrying a tray loaded down with booze, pills and small brass locks. She was hoping that Billy felt like getting down to some real action nice and fast. She wanted to show him just how flexible she could be in acting out his fantasies.
Billy's eyes went wide when he spied those locks and the tray beside his drink. Taking the drink in one hand, he made short work of getting the pill down. Barbara was standing in front of him, bending at the waist waiting for anything that he might want to do to her.
With one hand, Billy reached out and hooked his fingers into the two brass rings hanging from the tips of her leather bra. He pulled them together, painfully crushing the beautiful woman's boobs. He slipped the first lock into place.
Looking down at her tits, Billy saw that the squeezed-together tits made a perfect place for fucking. He was thrilled with the idea of pushing his dick between those fat orbs, pumping away at her body until the tip of his cock exploded his boiling load of cum.
"Let's get down to business, whore," Billy growled, knocking the tray out of Babs' hands as he pulled her down across his lap. "Bend your fuckin' arms behind your back, and be quick about it," he continued, quickly getting into the slave muter game.
It hurt when Barbara's tits bounced against his hard thighs, but she didn't dare open her mouth about it. Instead, he placed her arms around her back, just as she was told to do. Her cunt throbbed even more when she heard the snap of the lock connecting the rings on her wrists.
When he was finished locking Barbara's hands behind her, Billy tossed the woman onto the floor at his feet. The fact that she bruised her arm hitting the leg of a chair didn't disturb the boy in the least. After all, Babs had made it perfectly clear that she was there for his sole pleasure.
"Get those fuckin' legs of yours together, whore," Billy commanded, towering over the groveling bitch on the floor.
Barbara rolled onto her back, lifting her legs up towards Billy. He didn't have to bend over to snap the third lock on the submissive woman's ankles. Finally, the handsome stud used a leather strap to tie Babs' hands and feet together.
Billy laughed as he stood looking down at the totally helpless woman cowering on the floor. Her tits still looked great, and he thrilled to the sight of the edge of her leather bra biting into her naked flesh.
Barbara could feel beads of perspiration forming on her brow. The salty sweat burned her eyes as it dripped into them. The rough material of the carpet irritated her tender skin, making her squirm that much more invitingly.
Billy tore the waistband of his jeans open. He wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock popped out into the open. The sight of his swollen, throbbing prickmeat, ready for her hungry mouth, was almost more then Barbara could bear. She had to wrap her trembling lips around his dick; she had to feel his spurting cum splashing against the back of her throat.
Barbara would have enjoyed stripping off the boy's clothing, but that was impossible. Billy took his time getting out of his shirt and pants, knowing that the whore on the floor was getting a good eyeful of his ready to fuck dick.
Kicking his socks into the corner, Billy rolled over, using the tip of his foot. The look of agony on Barbara's face made Billy's cock even harder as he knelt down. That put his dick within sucking range. And that was something that Babs had no intention of passing up.
"Come oh, honey," she begged, straining her neck to get closer to his fat, cum-tipped tool. "Let me at that big, cock of yours, stud. I want to taste those hot juices of yours. Fuck me. Fuck me in the face, darling," she begged.
Billy held the tip of his shaft a scant inch from Barbara's pleading lips. Every time it looked like she was going to catch her prize, he skillfully yanked it just out of reach. He laughed out loud at the tears of frustration that he saw building up in Babs' heavy, sensual eyes.
"Take it easy, whore," he barked, slashing the back of his hand across her beautiful face. "Don't be such a greedy bitch," he warned her.
Billy's blow caught Barbara by surprise. The force of the slap was thrilling, sending her sprawling across the floor. Ha cunt started to drool when he reached over, grabbed hold of the lock on her tits and pulled her into a sitting position. It knocked the wind out of her, but she loved it.
Billy roughly positioned Babs between his legs, resting his burning cock on her cleavage. He liked the sight of the red mark across her face. It made his cock hungry for her mouth.
"Start sucking, tramp," Billy told her, lifting his cock to her mouth and shoving it inside.
This was what Barbara was waiting for, but the suddenness of Billy's actions still took her by surprise. She struggled to take the full thickness of his tool, and she could feel pain in her jaws as the teenager's cock pressed deeper.
"Suck harder, bitch!" he screamed, shooting his hips forward and ramming his cockhead deeper down her throat.
Barbara groaned loudly, slaving with every ounce of strength in her body to carry out her orders. She was gagging on the surging shaft, but she struggled to keep Billy from hearing the sound of her choking. She didn't want it to bother her young, handsome stud.
Billy heard Barbara gagging, but didn't give a slit about it. He wanted to get the woman's saliva all ever his shaft, lubricating it for the tight fit between her heaving breasts. The boy had his heart set on fucking those big tits.
Barbara bent her neck so that her long tongue was able to lick over the boy's hairless balls. She could feel the cum boiling in those spheres. Every once in a while, the tip of her tongue found its way into the crack of his ass. With his help, she was able to run the tip of her tongue around the tight ring of Billy's asshole.
Billy enjoyed Babs' explorations, but he was more interested in getting his cock ready for those tits of hers. The idea of pounding the breath out of Barbara's body was making his cock ache with desire.
"I want my dick good and wet," he told her, keeping a cutting, dominant quality in his voice.
Barbara hadn't figured out yet what the boy wat after, but it didn't make the slightest difference. If Billy told her to soak down his meat, that's the only thing she thought about.
Billy was pleased at how quickly Babs carried out his orders. The sound of her wet lapping mouth filled the room. His cock tingled from the glistening moistness of her saliva. He leaned back on his heels, enjoying the warmth of her tongue, lips, and mouth. The fact that the slaving ramp had to stretch uncomfortably made it just that much more fun for both the sadistic master and his masochistic servant.
"Move that cumbag body of yours around this way," Billy snapped, grabbing her straps and twisting the bitch any way he felt like twisting her.
Barbara wished that her hands were free to support the top of her body. With them handcuffed behind her back, she rubbed her soft-featured face against the harsh carpet. It wasn't only humiliating, it was painful too.
Billy handled the woman like a bag of shit. It was the way he knew she wanted to be treated. The more he slammed her around, the more he bruised her tits and ass, the better she liked it. The boy was experienced in rough stuff. His mother liked to be beat-up before they fucked.
When Billy shoved his cock down between Barbara's crushed tits, she knew what was expected of her. Using her entire body, she fucked back against his raging shaft, pushing his cock deep into her dark cleavage.