She stood over him, highly annoyed. She hadn't expected him to be totally useless afterwards!
"Stupid fucking bill collectors." She kicked his leg hard. "Wake up. Wake up!"
He groaned as he came to, his leg aching. "Wha...what...happened? Why am I on the floor?"
She studied him for a minute as she mentally patted herself on the back. He was sexy, even if he was dull. Dark hair, hazel eyes, and a cleft chin that she wanted to dip her tongue into.
She frowned. "You passed out. Do you have a condition? You should get that checked out."
He stood unsteadily, his head swimming. "I...I came to talk about your bill——"
"Look, jackass!" Her hands were on her hips now. "You did a good job, so my check is in the mail." She turned and went over to the front door. "Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops."
He left, but the nagging feeling that something big had happened wouldn't leave him alone.
Why couldn't he remember anything past knocking on her door?
What did she mean about him doing a good job?
And why did his entire body feel so drained?
He shook his head and drove back to the office.
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She watched through the blinds as he drove off.
What a delicious day!
She walked over to the bookshelf and plucked Catch-22 from its spot. There was a video recorder mounted on the spine. She extracted the memory card, went to her computer, and loaded the video.
Pressing play, she sank comfortably into her plush desk chair and relived the incidents from earlier...
An hour ago:
"Hello asshole. You awake?"
She peered down at him as he stirred, groaning.
He blinked. His head was on fire. It felt like someone had hit him with a brick! Out of the corner of his eye, he could make out the shards of ceramic on the floor. His eyes widened. The bitch had hit him with a vase!
She smirked. "You should never just walk into someone's house. Even if the door is unlocked. Never know what sort of trouble you could get into."
He slowly looked up. A caramel-toned woman wearing a short silk robe was leaning over him.
He could see her nipples through the silk material, and from the looks of it, she was completely naked underneath. Totally transfixed by her big breasts, he wanted nothing more than to bury his face between them. He reached up for her...and was stopped short. It took a few moments for him to realize that his hands were bound together.
"Look at you. Can't really move, can you? You shouldn't have come to my house."
She looked at him indignantly. "Trying to collect money from me!"
He began to struggle with the rope.
She smirked. "Oh, I see you have a little fight in you! Let me fix that for you."
As she tightened the rope around his wrists, he studied her face. She was a beauty, with eyes as dark as coal and lusciously full lips. Right now though, those lips were turned up into a snarl as she continued to rant.
"You know," she began, as she checked the ropes from every angle, "the funny thing about giving people credit is that some people aren't motivated to pay it back. I just happen to be one of those people. And you picked the wrong day to come harassing me."
She poked him in the face with the handle of a black whip that he hadn't noticed her holding.
"Put your head back." She straddled his face, her short robe lifting up. He noticed immediately that she had on no panties underneath.
"Smell my pussy."
She rubbed her clit forcefully. Her pussy was clean-shaven except for a small patch of hair right above her clit. Saliva began to build up in his mouth as he watched her fingers alternate between squeezing and flicking the pink nub. There was a green captive ring through her hood, and he wondered what she would do if he tugged it with his teeth.
She squatted down further, almost suffocating him. She didn't like how silent he was being.
"What's it smell like, huh?"
She spread the lips apart so he could see and smell her pussy in all its glory. Inside was her deep pink hole. She sat directly on the tip of his nose and he could feel her pussy contracting. He pressed his nose into her warmth. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, and felt warm liquid dribbling down his lips. She smelled faintly of soap.
Suddenly, she stood and rotated so that her ass was in his face. She resisted the urge to turn and look at what had to be an incredulous look on his face.
She bent over and the robe glided with her, exposing her round ass. His breath hitched as she lowered it into his face. His heavy breathing tickled her pussy lips.
Ignoring the sensation, she growled. "Sniff my ass hole."
She grabbed his thighs for support as she lifted up and down on his face. He moaned, almost in pain, at her words. She was so erotic. So nasty. And his dick liked it. It swelled in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to reach down and stroke it while she bounced on his face.
Fucking rope!
Watching his growing erection, she laughed. She held her ass cheeks apart and sat back on his face. "Smells good, doesn't it? Smells like sweet fucking chocolate."
At her words, his tongue darted out and flicked her swollen pussy. She reached back and popped him in the mouth. "I didn't say you could lick it!"
She sat back on his face and he licked her again. She smacked him again. "You don't listen well."
She began to bounce her ass on his face, and the pungent smell of pussy filled his nostrils. He broke his silence for the first time, drawing in ragged breaths.
