Lori stretched, then relaxed. She listened to her heart rapidly beating and watched her breasts rise and fall as her breath slowly returned to normal. Her skin was flushed and she felt a burning ache in her pussy. A dribble of cum and saliva slowly coursed down her cheek; she tried to catch it with her tongue, but couldn't reach. If her hands weren't bound over her head to the bed frame, she would have scoop it back into her mouth.
If her hands weren't bound over her head to the bed frame, she would have probably reached for her clit, still throbbing from the orgasm which had so recently wracked her body. He'd been so hard on her, so punishing in his thrusts. So unrelenting in his abuse. First there were his fingers, peeling apart the puffy lips and opening her. Lori could remember the sound of his slaps against that most tender flesh and the gasp she couldn't withhold when he inserted two fingers into her tight hole. Though she craved all he gave her, all he would give, her legs involuntarily made to close at that first penetration. They couldn't of course, being bound to the footboard of the bed.
"Oh god," she sighed now, thinking back to the fire she felt on her clit when his tongue first touched it. The slow, steady laps of his tongue across that little bean sent her, trance-like, into another place. When he poked at it, or curled his tongue around it, she was lost in ecstasy. The lashing action drove her wild and she felt her juices ooze over his ever-moving fingers. She had her first orgasm when he sucked her clit between his lips. And he knew it but didn't stop.
He didn't stop. He wouldn't. Her juices were flowing over his fingers and down the cleft of her arse. He must have seen that too, because before Lori realised what was happening, one of his fingers—his thumb—invaded her there. It slid in so easily, and though she had no desire to resist, she was still surprised. Taking his mouth away, his hand see-sawed between her pussy and arse. Another orgasm rose like a wave and washed over her.
And then he was gone. Lori opened her eyes and found him standing next to her face. "My good girl," he said, looking down on her as he slowly undid his belt and the buttons on his jeans. "My gorgeous little slut," he said as he released his throbbing cock just inches from her eyes. Lori could only whimper. Taking his member in his hand, he wiped the dribbles of pre-cum over her lips, and when she opened her mouth he removed her wadded panties which he'd used to gag her. Her mouth still open, now so she could take him, he squeezed out a large drop and let it fall to her tongue.
That's when he mounted the bed, straddling her chest, and stroked his cock over her face. "Suck my balls, bitch," he commanded, lowering them just above her mouth. Lori had to lean up to take the heavy sack between her lips. She sucked hard—she knew he liked it as hard as she did—and felt his cock slide around her face, leaving deposits of that sticky, salty ooze on her skin. She longed to taste it, and knew he would feed it to her hungry mouth when he was ready. Reaching back, he found her stiffened nipples clamped between the teeth of alligator clips. Ripping the clamps off, he slowly began to pinch them between his fingers. As the pain increased she only sucked the tender ballsack that much harder.
A noise in the other room interrupted her recollection. What was he doing out there? She wondered. Is he going to come back and fuck me again? Lori noticed her pussy was still wet, not only with her own juices but the deposit of semen he left there now oozed from her. She felt like such a dirty whore lying there, waiting and wanting it all repeated again.
All night he had treated her like a slut, like his own private toy. At the restaurant he slid his hand under her skirt and stroked the outside of her panties until she was gushing while he chatted away amiably, never once letting on that he was driving her crazy with desire. But he knew. He knew exactly what he was doing to torment her, and he ignored her discomfort. When he pushed be fabric between her labia and ground against her clit she had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. Anyone observing would have thought there was nothing going on, even when he leaned over and whispered in her ear during coffee that she should go to the toilet and removed the panties. He met her in the narrow hallway leading to the rear of the restaurant and took the dampened cloth before slapping her on the arse through her thin skirt.
Later, on the subway, he let her sit as he stood in front of her, his cock bulging against the fabric of his tight jeans just inches from her face. In the middle of a sentence about the book he was reading, he casually said, "You want to suck that, don't you bitch?" An older woman sitting next to her pretended not to hear, but he leaned over and whispered again: "You know what I did with your panties?" As she shook her head in the negative he continued, "I wrapped them around my cock to catch all the goo oozing. I don't want you to miss a drop when I used them to gag you later. I don't want you crying out when I rape your little slut hole." She may have shuddered then, as she was doing so now, remembering the menace in his voice. The promise.
By the time they got to the end of the line, the car was nearly empty and he stroked her hair, telling her of the good pounding he'd deliver. His fingers wove between the strands and tightened around them, forcing her to look up into his eyes which gleamed with uninhibited lust. Though it was only a few blocks from the station to his apartment, he hailed a cab, and helped her into the back seat, immediately thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he stroked and pinched her nipples for the short ride home. As soon as he closed the door to the apartment, he was on her, pushing her back to the wall, pressing his groin against hers as he bit her lips and neck and shoulder. His tongue once again invaded her mouth as his fingers found the wet gash between her legs.
"Stand in there," he commanded when he relaxed, pointing into the living room. He went to the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two glasses of wine. "Have a sip," he offered, calmly, and get up here." He nodded towards a low stout table in the middle of the room. Lori took a sip from her glass and mounted the table uneasily as he sat on the sofa and loosened his neck tie. For a long second, she looked at him in confusion. "Well," he said, "go on. Strip for me. Do you need music?" She had giggled nervously then, but took another sip of wine and began to unbutton her blouse. "That's it, baby...be my slut."
Lori took off her blouse and unfastened her bra. "Pinch them for me, baby," he said, and she did. She was slightly embarrassed but also pleased; she could see from the bulge in his jeans that she was making him aroused. "Now let's see that pretty little pussy of yours," he said and though Lori blushed, she was anxious to show him and have him approve. She'd shaved her lips but left a little tuft of hair above her mound and hoped he'd be pleased. He took a sip of his wine as she unbuttoned her skirt, eased down the zipper and stepped out of it.
"Excellent," was all he said, reaching forward between her legs to stroke her damp labia. "Excellent". Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a five-dollar bill which he folded lengthwise. "Now spin around for me, slowly, and let me see." When she'd returned to face him, he stroked her wet slit with the bill. "A little tip for my own personal stripper," he laughed, nestling the money between her lips as he rose to his feet.
