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.
