Barbara was glad she had soaked down Billy's cock. Without her saliva making things slippery, his dick would have burned the skin off the inside of her boobs. As it was, the pistoning insistence of his prick rubbed her skin raw until it was bright red.
Billy was really having one hell of a time. The woman's tits were as good as they looked. His cock hadn't been treated to as tight a fit in quite some time. Her skin was getting so hot that it started the juices boiling in his balls.
"I told you to move it, bitch!" Billy screamed, slamming his open hand into Barbara's face.
Before she had a chance to recover from the first blow, Billy struck Babs again. And then again. He wanted to show her, once and for all, who the boss was. She was going to respond to his desires with every ounce of strength in her body, or he was going to bust her ass.
Barbara didn't doubt how far Billy would go to satisfy his freaky tastes. She knew not to get too carried away with him. She knew that it might mean the need for a doctor to piece her back together again. She wasn't looking for that kind of trouble.
Billy bounced Barbara's body around like a rag-doll. She thrashed first one way, and then the next. Her tits would have bounced around the same way, had it not been for the chains, locks and leather that kept them rigid.
Billy finally found it impossible to hold back the raging force of his cock. Shoving his dick hard into the tightness of the woman's boobs, the tip of his tool exploded. His hips shot forward as he felt the cum shooting from the tiny pee-slit in the blunt tip of his dick.
"Yes, you slut. Yes, you fuckin' whore," the teenager screamed, lost in the throbbing passions or his lust.
Barbara loved all the dirty names Billy called her. It made her feel worthless and humble. When he spit those words at her she believed them.
"Cunt!" he screamed. "Filthy cum-hungry cunt!"
When his hips stopped thrusting, and she felt his cock going soft, Barbara let it slip from between her breasts. She studied its glistening skin before twisting her head low and popping the spent prick into her mouth. She loved the taste of his sweet cum, and sucked the last drops of precious liquid from his fucked-out shaft.
Barbara was sorry that she hadn't taken the full blast of Billy's jism down her throat. His sticky sweetness we just what her churning belly was looking for. She would have loved to struggle to get every last drop. She wouldn't have lost the smallest little bit of Billy's load.
At least she was able to enjoy the warm sensation of Billy's load dropping into the cleavage of her freshly-fucked tits. And Barbara knew that her lover had more loads where that came from. She was going to get her fill of his prick before the evening was half-finished, and she knew it.
Billy was surprised to feel his cock coming to life so quickly, but there was no denying the quiver of excitement surging through his prick at that moment. Barbara's mouth was even more experienced than Janet's. She sucked louder and wetter. And the sight of her twisted at hit feet, shackled for his pleasure, was almost too much to bear.
With his cock sticking straight out, Billy stood up. He towered over Babs, still enjoying her obvious discomfort. He rolled her around on the floor with the side of his foot. The sight of tears of pain welling in her eyes made his dick even hotter.
"Why don't you shove that fuckin' cock of yours into me, big fucker?" Barbara asked coyly, smiling despite the aching in her arms and legs.
"Not a bad idea," Billy remarked, reaching down and grabbing Barbara's left tit. "You got a lot of nice places to fuck, lady," he added, twisting that hunk of flesh sadistically.
Billy's eyes danced over Barbara's body trashed beneath his gasp. He was really turned on by the sight of her wiggling ass just out of sight under the black-leather bikini. The strap connecting Babs' locked wrists and ankles was drawn tight up the length of her ass-crack. The two cheeks of her buttocks were split apart like walnut. He was sure the leather strap and panties were cutting into her crotch savagely.
Barbara's eyes remained fixed on the handsome teenager as he went over to his jeans and drew out the thick black-leather belt from its belt-loops. The heavy steel buckle shimmered in the dim light. The horny bitch trembled with fear and lust.
"Get into the bedroom, slut!" Billy screamed.
Barbara was helpless. So totally shackled, she could hardly breathe much less make it into the other room. She didn't try to conceal the terror in her face as she looked up at her master. Babs looked for some sign of how Billy expected her to carry out his command.
"Sure, baby," Barbara said, her voice submissive. "Just unlock my feet for me, honey. Or my hands," she suddenly said. "Yeah, Billy honey. Unlock my hands and I'll crawl into the bedroom for you. Just like a fucked-out whore!"
The image of Barbara dragging her ass across the floor turned Billy's cock nice and hard, but his original thought made his cock burn even more. Doubling the belt over, he shot it forward, enjoying the sound of the strap whistling through the air.
The lash sliced into Barbara's hip like a knife, leaving a red welt across her perspiring skin a good two inches wide. Billy's blow had been so strong that the pain jerked her body across the floor almost a foot. The brutal stud was so pleased with the result of the lash, he struck Barbara again.
Once again the woman's harnessed figure moved closer to the bedroom. Babs suddenly realized how he intended to get her into the bedroom. She was thrilled with his technique, as the tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. Billy was an animal, treating her like the animal that she knew she was.
"Get going, you bitch. You stinkin' slut. If you don't get that fat ass of yours in the bedroom quick, I'll really beat the shit out of your tits. You don't expect me to wait all day to shove my prick up your ass, do you?" he asked.
Billy punctuated his words with an endless cascade of stinging belt lashes. He wasn't waiting for an answer to his question. As a matter of fact, he was getting one hell of a kick out of the way his mother's best friend was letting him beat her up.
Barbara's face was wet with tears by the time she made it into the other room. She was nearly unconscious by the time she broke down at the foot of her bed. Her body was covered with angry red blotches. The boy hadn't spared one inch of her body. And he had given her cunt an extra helping of his special kind of attention.
Barbara's mind was in a daze. Through the heavy haze of her thoughts, she felt Billy's arms tighten around the back of her harness. With one powerful thrust, he lifted her exhausted figure up into the air and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced forward, cracking her head on the bed-post of the bed. Babs was too far gone to even feel the blow.
Billy unlocked the padlock keeping the woman's hands and feet together. Her body straightened out, allowing Barbara her first moments without pain in quite a while. It gave her a chance to regain her strength after the ordeal of getting from the living worn to the bedroom.
"Don't get too comfy, slut," Billy threatened, hooking a finger in the elastic waistband of Babs' leather bikini. "I've got some hard fucking to do," he added, his fingertips tracing up and down the length of the woman's ass-crack.
Barbara sensed a warmth from the boy for the first time. And just that brief human moment reinforced, all the positive things she felt about Janet's son. She marveled at her sudden shifts of emotion. His brutal traits were just as thrilling as the tender times they spent together.
Babs was on her stomach, smiling broadly as Billy pulled the leather panties she was wearing into a thin, black strip halfway down her thighs. Digging his fingers into her waist, he yanked her up into a kneeling position.
Billy hadn't undone the locks on Barbara's feet, hands or tits. She struggled to hold that position as the young stud climbed up behind her. She could feel the thickness of his shaft pressing its way towards her tight anus. She could feel his strong fingers tearing open the twin globes of her ass, exposing the target for the blunt tip of his cock.