The curtain opens again. I am in my usual spot; a hard wood arm chair, my legs strapped to the legs, arms strapped to the arms and a large strap across my chest. I cannot move other than squirm a little bit. I hang my head toward my chest. I can't bear to watch again.
I hear the noises from the scene in front of me; the moans and other sounds of pleasure. The words filled with lust and desire. I don't want to hear, don't want to see. I cannot cover my ears so the sounds just keep tormenting me. My body begins to betray me just as it does every time the curtain opens.
My breaths become shallow. My nipples harden against the rough strap that imprisons me. My eyes wander to the picture in front of me. I begin to tremble and shake my head in denial.
"No!" I mutter. It does no good to scream. No one will hear me. No one will come to save me from this torture. No one will make them stop.
My love, the love of my life, and that woman; I do not know her just as I do not know most of the others that have come before her. I let my gaze eat up the sight of him. Strong, tall, muscular, his dark skin glistens in sweat; he looks good maybe even better than when he was mine. He has lost some weight but it suits him. He has added some inches in muscle. His penis is still the same amazing phallus that I remember so well. Long, nearly 9 inches, and thick, around 2 inches in diameter.
I move my gaze to the woman. She is approximately 5'5" tall with brown hair and brown eyes. Her body is his usual preference, full but not fat, large breast and large full ass. I glare at her with hatred. I want to rip my body out of this chair and strangle the life from her.
She slowly sinks to her knees and takes my penis into her mouth. I try to break lose, I know it is for not, I have tried before. My Love's head rolls back as she swallows most of him down her throat. She slides it back out slowly and her spit glistens on it. Back down her throat again it goes, a little farther this time. He is moaning in pleasure. The same pleasure I used to give him.
He grips her by the hair and glides her up and down on his huge shaft; going deeper and deeper every time. She is gagging on his thickness and trying to escape his grip. "Ha! She can't take it like I could." I scream at them even though they can't hear me.
She finally breaks free and gasps for air. My Love pulls her on to his lap and kisses her dirty mouth. I spit on to the floor. "Bitch!"
My legs and arms are screaming out in pain as I continue to try to free myself. The bruises growing on top of old bruises; with every thrash I make.
She is stroking his cock as she sits on his lap, marveling at it's amazing size. He lifts her slightly and she guides its thickness in to her wet pussy. I see her wince as it stretches her it fit. Slowly she sinks down on my dick. She cannot take it all and squirms to hold herself up off of it. Placing a foot on either side of his hips as he sits on the bed, she rides up and down on his swollen rod.
I can hear every sound from the moans and groans to the sloshing sound her cunt is making. My body betrays me again as I feel my pussy getting wet. My mound is swollen and clit hard as I squirm on the hard wooden seat." I need his cock." I moan out of frustration and desire.
All the memories from the years of him making love and so many times just plan fucking me,rush through my mind. Memories that have my body remembering every touch he ever laid upon my skin; skin that is screaming out wanting release from this torture.
