Knowing my tongue was visiting the most exotic local on her body sent a shiver of power through me penetrating rational thought and sensitivity. This moment we would share together but I would own it. The experience of her asshole on my lips and flickering tongue played the ultimate pleasure play on my own realized fantasy.
I lifted my self off her, removing myself from her virgin outlet. I lifted from the futon, my muscles exploding in strength and force.
“Let’s get you into your bed.” I told her. When she was on her feet, barely standing, using her right arm to hold herself up, wrapping it around my neck. She was looking down, her left hand rubbing my cock. She looked up and gave me an inebriated smile. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and let her enjoy the taste of her own ass.
Cynthia playfully pulled away smiling. “You licked my asshole.” I stuck my tongue back in her mouth as she swung the hand she was fondling my balls with to my neck.
Slowly I had Cynthia walking with me down the short hallway into her bedroom. She was stumbling backwards, my hands firmly gripping onto her soft ass. I looked up, the rush of memories from her past penetrations flirting with me. The moonlight caressing the room as my lips did hers. I was passing the threshold, the place I usually stood or crouched, watching her boyfriend play with her body. I was no longer watching the movie but acting in it. And not only was I acting in it but I was the writer and the director.
Cynthia’s body hit her bed, her lightly blonde pussy hair exposed to me. She smiled and spread her legs to me, running her fingers down her inner thighs. “You want to fuck me too?” she asked knowing the answer.
“No. No.” I said, “The question is, are you ready to be fucked?”
Cynthia shrugged her head left and right telling me no. “I want you to make me cum and then I want to make you cum.” She slurred. “I’ve heard the girls cum when you fuck them. Our rooms are next to each another.”
“Do you like the way the sound?” I asked.
Cynthia nodded yes. “I hear you when you finish fucking them too. They like you fucking them.”
I stood next to the bed and pulled her closer. Her open pussy was inches from what I offered. I smiled, leaned forward and undid her accessible blouse. I started kissing and licking her heaving stomach. “Hmm. That’s so nice.” She politely responded.
Her bra that covered her small, perky breasts hooked in the front easily clicked open when my teeth grabbed hold of the flimsy garment. Laying down on top of Cynthia’s fresh body, my cock even closer to entering her, my hands physically manipulated her breasts.
I whispered, “I’ve seen your breasts before.”
Not realizing I was telling the truth Cynthia responded accordingly, laughing.
“When?” she asked.
“Every time you and Jason would have sex I watch.” I said with a disgustingly sinister smile on my face.”
Cynthia opened her drunken eyes quickly to that comment. “Way.. Wait a minute. I knew something was going on. The creaks at door; the door opening when I knew it was closed.”
“I knew you’d enjoy knowing that.”
“Fuck you. You invaded…” her sounds muffled by my hand over her mouth.
“No.” I firmly responded, physically maneuvering her over, flipping her before ripping her blouse and bra completely off.
“What are you doi….?” She tried to ask. I twisted her back over so Cynthia was on her back. Without responding I quickly opened her small dresser drawer next to her queen-sized bed and removed a pair of handcuffs. I grabbed her wrists and cuffed her to the headboard. Peter had bought them but to my knowledge had never used them.
“I’ll fuckin’ scream.” She tried to threaten.
With a firm grip I used both hands to hold her head firmly. Staring into her eyes I informed her of the situation. “Do you love Peter?” I asked. She quickly whisperingly replied “yes.”
“I took photos in the living room with you sucking my dick.” I told her, obviously lying. “Either I keep them for myself or Pete gets a copy!”
“Please don’t. I love him. Please destroy the pictures.” Cynthia was near to tears, her head spinning from the events and the consumed alcohol.
“I know. I know, you love him, I get it!” I leaned in close. “He won’t know or will he?” I toyed in response. I started by biting at her wrists, the cold of her new metal bracelets on my forehead. Looking down, my hard cock rubbed against her hardening nipples. I continued leaving bite marks down her sensitive arms.
Each bit Cynthia let out a whimper. “Tell me you like it when I bite you.”
“I like it.” She responded almost crying.
I licked her lips and began kissing her hard. Though her mouth was accepting of my tongue I still forced it in. In long stokes of tongue lashes I licked across her face. Her eyes were shut, giving me the impression she was beginning to love the assault.
“Open you eyes Cynthia.”
When they opened, her drunken blue eyes could see in close my erect member. I was kneeling next to her face, my cock above her face. I lowered down and placed my dick on her shut lips. Rubbing back and forth, I got more lubrication by the pre-cum spilling gently from my cock head. Soon she parted her lips. When her tongue began to lick my taste from my cock I almost lost the rest of my “authority”. Her saliva would drip from the head of my cock when it would slide past the last of her mouth, dripping down her soiled cheek.
I leaned against the wall and squatted over her face.
