She lay there, unable to move. The bindings that held her wrists and ankles, taut. The blindfold cutting out any light, but not stopping the sounds of breathing. How many? She were unsure, all she knew that it started at three, two men held her down as the third lashed her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. her clothing removed, not kindly, ripped and torn. The panties, sheer silk panties, ripped from her body. Total exposure of her shaved pussy, total exposure to her full breasts.
It was a quiet night, her sat alone at home, looking at the clock. He was late, again, as usual. her knew, damn well knew that he would roll up home, blasted, hammered.
That's why her had opened the bottle of wine, well, the second one to be truthful. The words of 'Fuck the son of a bitch' escaped her mouth as her uncorked the smoked bottle, pouring the chilled contents into the empty glass. Her mind half on the television, the other half on the clock. 'Fuck him'.
Draining the glass, Amy lit a cigarette, took a deep draw before refilling the glass. She giggled as she looked at the screen. The man's cock was about to sink deep into the blonde's pussy as she busily took another in her mouth. 'Bitch' Amy said out loud, giggling again. 'Lucky fucking bitch' she hissed and then burst out into a raucous laugh as she took another deep draw of the cigarette and yet another large gulp of the wine.
Sprawling back on the couch, the soft pink robe fell open to reveal her matching set, the sheer silk panties, sheer matching brassiere. Amy looked at the 'bitch' taking the huge thick cock deep into her pussy, heard her say 'Yes, yes, fuck my cunt, come on, fuck my cunt, shove that hard cock deep into my cunt' before taking the other cock back into her mouth.
Amy couldn't but help herself, she couldn't prevent her fingers from straying down to her own pussy, neither could she prevent her fingers slipping underneath the waistband, nor from stopping them rubbing her clitoris. The scene on the television was beginning to affect her equilibrium, beginning to affect her feelings, the feeling that she needed to be fucked like that, hard, violent. No pretense, no tenderness, hard, dirty fucking. She needed her pussy to be pounded like hers was, needed to feel the fucking. Amy wanted to feel plain, dirty, hard fucking. Not that she was ever left short. Sure he fucked her, sure he fucked her to a finish, but she wanted a dirty fuck, a dirty finish.
Little did she know at that time, at the time she lay back into the couch, draining yet another glass of wine, extinguishing another cigarette. Little did she know that soon, her wishes, dreams, the dirty fuck she wanted, she was going to get. But at that time, she was content to let her fingers slip inside her pussy, to finger fuck herself.
Amy felt her breathing deepen. The affects of the wine, the blonde taking that cock deep, the blonde swallowing the other cock, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy, all affecting her breathing. Clenching her thighs, trapping her hand, she felt herself going over the top, felt the orgasm building from deep within her body, groaning as she felt the upsurge, as she felt the tension, as she felt the juices starting to flow. 'Oh my god' she moaned as she felt her juices flowing, leaking out of her pussy, down the inners of her thighs.
