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“Get in here and give me some head”, Earl shouted from the bedroom. “Every day it’s the same thing,” thought Ellen. She was right. Ever since they moved out to the big farm, he’d work all day, come in at night and get blistering drunk and then order her around before passing out. She’d go in to the bedroom and see his skinny naked, drunk body lying on the bed with his cock somehow erect waiting for her to please him. “Come on, tubby – git eatin!” That was the part that really bothered her. She’d always been a big girl, but attractive nonetheless. Though she really didn’t mind the one-way sex too much, his demeaning method was beginning to wear on her, and she began to devise a plan to put an end to all of that.
By the last day of the summer, her plan was ready. She had everything she needed. All she needed now was an opportunity, which she knew would happen that night. Later, as she imagined it would happen, Earl came in from the fields, about as tired as he’d ever been. Ellen watched from the living room sofa as he came in, grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took it to the bedroom. After a very short time, Earl now completely drunk, made his nightly mating call. “Hey Shamu – get your fat ass in here and suck on my cock!” he yelled to Ellen. “I’m on my way baby!” Ellen slyly replied… When she came in the room, Earl could barely make her out due to his now blurred and doubled vision, but he did manage an erection, which Ellen promptly began to suck. She didn’t have to work too much at it, as it came in less than a minute. At that, Earl passed out. Ellen waited for a few minutes to be sure that Earl was asleep. She took off the remainder of his clothes without him even moving a muscle. Then she took out the straightjacket from under the bed, that her cousin, who worked in the local hospital, had given her for this special purpose. As skinny as Earl was, it was pretty easy for Ellen to move him around. Plus, she was actually quite strong for a woman in the first place. Just as she was getting the straightjacket on him, Earl drunkenly mumbled, “What -- are you doing to me?” Ellen replied, “I’m putting on your pajamas honey. I don’t want you to get cold!” He gave her a bleary-eyed gaze, nodded and said “oh.” Then he passed out again. She turned Earl over and fastened him into the straightjacket, then sat in the corner chair and fell asleep. The next morning, Ellen woke up before Earl, as she always did. He was still laying in the exact same position as he was in when he passed out. Just as the morning sun rays leaped across the bed, Earl began to stir. Now hung over, as usual, he couldn’t immediately comprehend his situation. Why his arms seemed stuck to his chest, was beyond his capacity at the moment, but his haze lifted shortly, and somehow realized what he was wearing. He had no memory of how or why he was now wearing a straightjacket, but by now he had turned to see Ellen, now with a very wide smile, sitting in the corner. “What the hell is going on here?” Earl demanded. Ellen replied, “you’re about to lose something to me!” “What the hell are you talking about, you fat bitch?” he shot back venomously. “Well”, Ellen said, looking at his cock, “every night, you insult me and then you want me to suck on your cock.” Well today, I’m going to eat it MY way!” “Ever since we moved here, I’ve wanted to do this – to slowly eat your cock right off of your body. Now, it’s about to happen!” Earl’s heart began to pound in his chest. “Why, baby? Why would you do that to me?” Ellen glared at him and shouted, “for calling me every fat-name in the book for the last 12 years! But I’m going to give you a chance” she said calmly. “If you can get past me, and out of our bedroom, you can keep your cock. If you can’t, I eat it for breakfast! After all, what fun would be eating your cock off, if there was no sport to it?” He got up from the bed, his head still spinning, and gave it a shot. Still wobbly-legged, he staggered toward the door. Ellen got up from the chair, grabbed him well before he reached the door and spun him around, flinging him back over onto the bed. “That’s why I put the straightjacket on you” Ellen admitted to Earl. “You’d have a lot better chance if you could use your arms. This kinda gives me the advantage. Unfair?? Oh well, too bad! Now get your ass up! I’m hungry!” Earl got up again, and this time ran toward the door with everything he could muster. Still, she was more than a match for him. This time, instead of flinging him backward, Ellen grabbed him and dragged him, yelling, kicking and squirming, back to the bed. Throwing him onto his back, she took his belt from the floor and while laying her body across his legs and abdomen to keep him still, she tightly bound his ankles together so he could not kick. Then she picked up one of the ropes she had laid under the bed the night before, and tied him down by his chest, again using her weight to keep him still. With Earl still struggling, Ellen took the other rope, and again putting all of her weight on him to keep him still, she tied his legs down to the bed. “It’s time for breakfast!” Ellen said to Earl. “I’ll be right back!” She went into the kitchen and returned a few moments later with a small bowl of barbecue sauce, and a brush. “Just something to spice you up a bit with!” she said as she winked at Earl, sweat now beading on his forehead. She walked over the bed and moved down to his now tightly bound legs. Taking the bowl of sauce with her, she laid on his legs and looked into his eyes, and then at his limp cock. “Hmmm… this isn’t big enough for my breakfast. I’ll have to fix that first!” She opened her mouth and lowered her head onto his cock. Earl could see her sucking on the head of his cock, and within moments, he had a very nice erection. “Now that’s better…” she playfully said. “You’re going to taste very yummy!” she said, now looking at his erect cock. While holding his cock in one hand, she took the brush, and dipped it into the bowl of sauce. Slowly, she covered it until it was glistening reddish brown, and dripping with the sauce. Laying back down on his legs again, she was now in position. Earl, looking down at Ellen, her head and mouth now just inches from the head of his cock, started to buck, but it was no use. He was too well bound. “Here we go…” said Ellen. Pointing his sauce covered cock toward her mouth with her hand, she slowly lowered her head until he could feel her breath on the tip of his cock. Earl watched aghast, as she opened her mouth wide, lowered her head until just the very tip of his cock passed her pearly white incisors. Slowly, she bit down until she felt his flesh touch her teeth. Gradually, she increased the pressure. Earl let out a scream, as the pain shot through his cock. Letting go, Ellen looked up at him and said, “Yell all you want. Nobody can hear you, you know…” Returning to his cock, she now took the head of his cock back in her teeth and bit down. When her teeth became clenched together, she could feel the blood begin to ooze from Earl’s cock, so she squeezed the base tightly to stem the flow. Pulling and wagging her head from side to side, Ellen took off the first bite of Earl’s cock and chewed it up, open mouthed, so Earl could see, and then swallowed it back. “Delicious!” she exclaimed, and immediately took the rest of the head back into her mouth and viciously bit it off, devouring it just as she did the first piece. By now, Earl had passed out, but she didn’t care. She just focused on her prize, enjoying his cock, one little bite at a time. She savored it, enjoying it slowly, chewing each piece of the tender meat, until she had eaten the whole thing. When she was finished, she covered his stump with a large piece of cotton and taped it in place. Then she cleaned herself up, came back into the room and untied Earl – still passed out from the ordeal. She turned, went out the back door, got into the truck and drove away satisfied, with Earls cock, now inside her happy stomach.
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