Everyday at 9:00 PM, Monica would go running. She wasn't a huge fan of crowds and the looks people would give her. Even though she ran at night she still had a nice tone across her body, and her running only gave her tone, she was still very curvy.
Everyday at the same time Mark would sit out on his porch and watch her run passed his home. She wore some of the tiniest shorts he had ever seen, her ass nearly falling out with each step. Her sports bra had a hard time holding the busty woman in place and so her breasts bounced as she ran. The movement would also force her thong to ride up and over her shorts, giving Mark quite the view.
One day Mark decided that he had to have her. There was no question. She had made him so hard so often, it only seemed fair. He made arrangements in his basement for his devious plans, and by the time it was 9:00, he waited in the road, acting as though he was on a walk. It was then that he saw her. Her breasts bouncing and squeezed into her small sports bra, her round ass falling out of her shorts, her thong clearly visible, and her toned body covered in an attractive layer of sweat.
As she ran by he nonchalantly stuck his foot out, causing Monica to fall, but by the time she tried to push herself up, Mark had already covered her mouth and was dragging her into his house. She fought with all her might but it wasn't any use against him. He has also worked out strenuously everyday.
He dragged her into the basement, forced her into handcuffs that cut into her wrists when she struggled, and chained her to a bed.
Mark took a long look at the woman and cut her clothes from her revealing her delicate flesh. Her nipples were perky and pink, her pussy was tight and cleanly shaved. He leaned over her and grabbed her right nipple, pulling, twisting and rubbing it while he sucked her left nipple. She moaned lightly, giving into him ever so slightly. He smiled into her soft skin and bit down her soft nipple, she moaned louder.He used his free hand to scope out her sweet ass and pussy, inserting two fingers into her pussy, moving at a slow and rhythmic pace. Her hips clenched at his touch. He took this as a sign to deepen the feeling and inserted his fist and pumped it in and out at a gradually increasing pace. She moaned loudly, and louder each time. It was a sweet moan that made Mark grow harder each time he heard it. It was almost painful for him to hold it back. But he still had more planned for the slut.
He pulled away, his hand covered in her juices and her breasts red and moist with saliva. He thrust his fist into her face.
"Clean it off." Mark ordered. She froze, not sure of what to do. He took his clean hand and slapped her across the face. She gasped and looked up at him once more.
"Lick it, you little whore." She obediently leaned up into his hand and licked her juices from it, working her tongue across his palm, in between each individual finger. He pulled and looked at the blushing girl below him.
Mark walked away and came back with a rope, which her proceeded to tie around her pussy like a thong, her fixed her pussy's lips so they were around the rope and it was directly rubbing against her sensitive clit. He unchained her from the bed, and forced her to stand. He smacked her ass and Monica yelped in pain.
"Why do you run in thongs?" he asked to demean her.
She had no response.
"Why?" he shouted and slapped her pussy as hard as he could.
"Because it feels good." she said, her face bright red.
"Because you're a little slut, right?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
