Damn, I have to control myself, I thought. Looking in the mirror, I saw a red-faced horny man. Thinking back to my younger days, I remembered how chicks drew to me. But no, I had to have something more. This is my sickness and my weakness – this need to control and power. I looked back at the sweet young women lying there cuffed and tied down in the chair. I had taken her, fingered her, fucked her cunt and her ass. Too beautiful and so innocent, I figured that she deserved to know the pleasure of being taken. Her legs were wide spread, her most precious and private area exposed just for me to play with. My cock was awakening once again.
I reached for her, my hands caressing and exploring every inch of her body. I wanted to feel her, to know her. She was still passed out, grinning to myself for the credit of giving her too much pleasure at once. Her hair was dark chestnut brown, soft and silky. It was long enough to tug, but not too long so as to not get in the way. Her lips were rosy as her cheeks, soft and full, contrast to her small nose and defined cheekbones. I lusted over her proportional breasts, her pink nipples, filling my hands in soft firmness. Her arms were slender, as was her legs. Her ass was clearly amazing, I bent to nip at her – then she alarmed.
She sucked in a breath, almost as if awakening from a nightmare. I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth froze in the moment before being able to scream. Her arms were tightly bound above her, her legs spread apart and cuffed into stirrups. I was still half way bent; decided I wanted to lick her – almost to welcome her back to my palace. Her asshole still dripped some cum and her pussy was sensitive from my ravages and her orgasms. I flicked her clit, making her shiver, drawing out a whimper. She was voiceless.
