Bad BDSM Prose In The Stroke Books
If we’re being honest, a lot of those old bondage stroke books weren’t very well written. This pot-boiler bondage whipping prose is from Aunt Into Bondage, a 1977 effort (Bondage House BH-8027) by Mark Carver:
Naked, Carter Hawkins’ body was in surprisingly good shape for his forty-five years. He was lean and muscled, with thick grey-black hair covering his chest. In fact, the blonde realized, he was very handsome, but that made him seem more of a bastard than ever. Shivers of fear raced up her spine as he manacled her wrists first, and then her ankles. She stood naked and helpless before him, spread-caged with her arms raised over her head and her legs parted wide.
“Beautiful bitch,” Carter muttered, his breath coming fast as he gripped the hot white flesh of her ass in his hands, kneading and stroking. It was her flesh he was hooked on, the soft, creamy and succulent skin, like hot velvet to the touch. He dug his fingers fiercely into her ass-cheeks and she whimpered in pain.
He opened his briefcase and her eyes widened in fear, although she’d been through it every week for more than a year. He took out a black leather whip with seven long thongs, caressing it in his fingers as he watched her naked tits heave with fear and excitement. Even the harshness of her pretty features was gone now and she looked like a helpless girl, except for her fantastically sensual body.
“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered. “Please be careful?”
He stood directly in front of her, the whip twitching it his hands, his quickly-hardening prick brushing against her moist cunt-hairs. “You love it,” he told her, grinning. “Your cunt is wet with excitement.” He reached up with his fingers to stroke her trembling tits and she shivered lewdly as he pinched the fat nipple in his fingers.
When he went around behind her, the blonde shut her eyes tightly, beginning to shudder. She just never knew what the bastard would do next. First a little pleasure, then pain, than more thrills, then more pain. She suddenly moaned as he trailed the leather thong gently up the crack of her hot ass-cheeks, then lasciviously down each of her trembling inner thighs.
A scream came from her lips when he abruptly rammed a finger deep into her tight asshole, and she squirmed her hips up and down on it.
Carter’s long prick was throbbing urgently now. Whore or no whore, she had an incredibly sexy body and the juiciest ass he’d ever seen on a woman. For a minute he tickled her quivering anus, then suddenly withdrew his finger. She gasped, craving more of the burning pressure up her asshole.
Hefting the whip in his hands, he began to lash her trembling white ass, hearing her sobs of pain with a thrill of pleasure. She strained fiercely at her chains, her lush naked buns squirming helplessly with each stinging lash, her soft back arching sharply and her ripe tits thrust out and quivering. But with each burning stroke of the whip, a wild thrill of excitement radiated from her loins until her cunt was soaked with her juices and she was swinging her naked back to meet the whip.
“Hurts! Aaaaaa! Please, fuck me now.. . ooof! Now! Not again, no more, please! Oooooooh!”
He suddenly reached one hand around to rub her silky drenched pussy as he lashed her ass, arousing her to a feverish rhythm of ass-swinging. The pearl-white skin of her cheeks was covered with red welts.
“You love it,” Carter panted, stinging her bouncing ass furiously, listening to her helpless cries of pleasure. “You couldn’t live with out it, you beautiful bitch. Say you love it! Say it!”
“Yes, yes, yes! Ahhh, want to come now! Fuck me, I beg you!”
Her velvety ass was a bright red now, and Carter flung the whip down. He stood behind her with his pounding prick crushed to her soft burning checks, teasing her. He seized her panting tits in his hands and squeezed and rubbed them together, making her whimper with urgency, then ran his fingers down over her fiery flesh to her cunt, plunging a finger deep into the burning pussy. She squirmed deliciously on it. “Fuck me now! You’re torturing me, I’m so goddamned hot! Jam it in, please, Carter!”
She struggled her wrists at the chains futilely, aching to grab his throbbing meat and shove it deep into her craving pussy…
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