He arrived at three o'clock, punctual, as she knew he would be. Chloe had been in a high state of agitation well before the buzz that signalled his arrival. He had forbidden her to touch herself from the morning and her frantic pre-dawn fingering and dildo play had only heightened the excitement she felt.
"Please," she had begged as he entered the flat. "Please, just let me have one little come."
She knew his answer - It was inevitable and terse: "No!"
"But ... My little kitty is so wet. My clit is throbbing. I'm so horny." Her pleas were useless, but the certainty of his assertion excited her. His authority was arousing and Chloe experienced a renewed twist of desire between her legs as her pussy streamed. Chloe had spent long masturbatory minutes, perhaps even hours of accumulated dildo time, imagining this evening's promises.
Chloe groaned and slumped on the sofa: "Look." She lifted her knees high and wide to reveal the sodden transparency of her underwear before yanking the material to one side.
He looked down at the woman's immodesty. "Is my little slut feeling nasty?" Contempt twisted his features. "You think you can tempt me with your slut's body? You're nothing but a slattern with a taste for cock." He leaned down so his face was close to hers. "Well, I think I'm going to have to punish you for being such a whore."
At his words, Chloe felt the insidious arousal slide down through the crease of her buttocks. "What? What are you going to do to me?" Her hand moved as though to touch herself. She couldn't help it; she was so, so turned on. The tingle in her clitoris turned suddenly savage at the brush of her fingertip. The electricity sparked from the centre of her and charged through her body. "Are you going to make me do something bad?"
At the sharp intake of breath from Chloe, his response was instant. "Stop! Leave it alone or I'll go now."
Anticipation tickled and her thong was sodden. Chloe's hand hovered over her body. She could feel the heat of her excitement and was nearly too far gone to stop. She was growing more desperate to rub herself. She wanted to plunge one, two and then a third finger into her opening. Her pussy clenched with the anticipation of her fingers. Her clit pulsed, and her breasts ached. Even the cotton tee shirt tight across her chest felt rough against her nipples and merely heightened the desire to masturbate. The mental image of his cock, erect and so threatening burst across her mind and she groaned at the frustration: "I'm so fucking horny." But she knew it was no idle threat.
"Give me your hands." His command was direct and Chloe instantly obeyed. He reached into the small bag he'd carried, and suddenly, amazed at the practiced ease, Chloe found her wrists bound.
"What...? She began, but he cut her short
"Don't say a word." He yanked at the cords causing them to bite into Chloe's skin. "You don't speak unless I allow it. Do you understand?" He snatched at the rope to emphasise the point. Chloe nodded as the tears prickled.
"Now, you just sit there. Keep your hands away from your cunt," he warned, "just look."
The drip of fat tears dried instantly as Chloe watched him calmly unzip his flies. He eased his already semi-erect cock into view and lifted it in his hand. He gave two short tugs and the thing thickened and grew abruptly.
Chloe stared as the ugly-beauty of his penis filled her conscious thought. It looked so... so... terrible, like some kind of medieval instrument of torture. Even at this first sighting, Chloe was mesmerised. She stared at it, thrilled by every bump and vein on its irregular surface. The head of it looked huge - all purple and angry. The dome of his cock intimidated Chloe, but her pussy still clenched when she imagined the sensation of having the brutal thing inside her body. God, she wanted it now. She wanted him to use her, to have him use that bludgeon to batter her – Hard! She was so wet, so aroused, her body clamoured for it.
Chloe groaned and wriggled her rump against the seat in an effort to find friction against the itch in her pussy. He sneered at her and laughed with derision. "You want this thing, bitch?" He waved his erection from side to side. "You're squirming as though your cunt's burning." He stepped to her and took a fistful of her hair, pulling it tight in his grip. He pushed his cock at her and rubbed its length against her cheek.
Chloe felt the hard shaft against her face; she felt the smear of his excitement as the pre-cum leaked from the eye of his cock. He used the spongy dome of the glans to spread the goo across Chloe's soft skin before pushing against her lips.
"Open your mouth." He tugged at Chloe's hair and shoved harder at her face. "Suck it," he commanded, and of course, Chloe's lips parted instantly.
There was no tenderness, no finesse as he stabbed himself into Chloe's mouth. She felt her lips stretch to accommodate the imposing girth of him as the meat filled her mouth. She was vaguely aware of several sensations at once, but there was too much to experience for coherent thought, too much was happening. She tried to use her hands to stop the relentless invasion, only to realise with a jolt of fear that they were bound and useless - She was convinced he meant to choke her. Her hair remained wound in his fist and Chloe could feel the sting in her scalp when the strands pulled tighter. Even so, even in the midst of his violence, Chloe still felt the thrum of her arousal. This was what she wanted, she had craved this adventure, and she had finally found the man to help her.
At last, he pulled out of her mouth. Chloe gasped while long slivers of saliva dribbled and hung from her chin. A heavy link of gooey spit connected the pair for a few moments and hung suspended before breaking and dripping onto her tee shirt.
Before Chloe could properly catch her breath, he stooped low and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Chloe returned the kiss with ardour, groaning into his mouth as his hand moved between her thighs, their tongues dancing when his fingers found the molten heat of her.
"You slut," he whispered when he broke the kiss. "You're pissing cum. Your thighs are soaked." Chloe responded by opening her legs further and by trying to force herself onto his fingers. There was a squelch when his fingers delved deep. He felt the slide of her desperation around his hand, hot and wet, the oily essence of her desire. Chloe groaned at the sensation of his thumb when it brushed against her clitoris for an instant and she spread her thighs even wider to accommodate him.
