I lay next to Tyler for a few hours that night before he was ready to go again, sliding his hand across my waist and down my naked body to dip a finger inside my pussy and pull my ass back into his erection. The other hand he had been laying on came up to my head and grabbed a handful of my hair as he pried my legs apart further and shoved his cock roughly into my wet hole, rolling me over onto my stomach and fucking me harder than he had earlier. Oh, the man knew how I liked it.
He was gone when I woke, the sun streaming through my windows. I was a little hungover, my scalp tingled and I was sore. It was a wonderful feeling, but now I needed some breakfast and coffee. And a shower. Turning on the showerhead I ran my hands down my body, remembering Tyler's hands across my skin and inside my pussy as the water fell down upon me. I began rubbing my clit as I leaned against the tile wall, needing to cum again. Moments later I collapsed on the shower floor, shuddering from my climax. I wanted to see him again...but I realized in that moment he hadn't given me his number. Damn.
Several days went by with no sign of Tyler. Not having a last name made it difficult to look him up in a phone book or even on social media. I went back to the bar almost every evening, taking it easy on the alcohol of course; I had to go to work the next morning. If I started to daydream at work about the man who turned my bedroom adventures upside down my panties would get soaked while my clit throbbed. I hid in a bathroom stall one day to rub one out but decided not to. That was the day I came home to a note slid under my front door. I opened it as soon as I saw it in the floor. It said: "Use your vibrator every four hours on your pussy. But, do not allow yourself to cum. T." I was thrilled to hear from him, his note leaving me curious and excited. I had no idea what he had planned.
I did as the note said for more than 48 hours; even doing it when I woke in the middle of the night. I was actually beginning to get angry at myself for not finishing. My curiosity always got the better of me though, and I suffered through my sexual agony waiting to hear from Tyler again. Would he make me do this for several more days? I asked myself. Surely not, I hoped.
Sunday evening crept up on me with no more notes or anything from him and I was feeling discouraged. I listened to the heavy rain outside the window by the couch as I contemplated my options. Another work week upon me and I was going to give up the task of edging myself come Monday. This was it; I'm going to go to bed and fuck myself until I can't move from cumming so many times. Setting down the book I was reading and turning off my table lamp I got up from the couch to go to bed when there was a gentle knock on my front door. I froze, goosebumps crawling across my skin. Tyler. Please let it be Tyler! I pleaded in my head. My feet moved swiftly across my floor to unlatch the locked door and I eased it open. Tyler stood before me, his hair and clothes drenched from the rain, a menacing look in his eyes. My clit throbbed as my panties grew soaked. He looked angry and almost violent; neither of us spoke as I backed away from the open door. He stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind him while his eyes never left my face. My legs shook beneath me as he removed his jacket and I could see the outline of his hard dick in his damp jeans. I was barely breathing.
"Hi Lindsey," Tyler spoke softly, running a hand through his wet hair. I couldn't speak; I nodded to him as he stepped closer to me. He seemed a little scary to me now, standing in front of me staring the way he did. His eyes roamed across my body slowly. I wore a plain white T-shirt with no bra and tight blue cotton shorts, my hair up in a loose ponytail behind my head. He moved closer to me steadily, as if he was trying not to startle me. Eventually I managed to get my brain to respond to commands and I smiled at him, biting my lip. He froze a few steps from me, frowning for a moment before returning my smile. My mouth dropped open; his smile told me he was prepared to devour me. I shuddered.
Glancing around my apartment, he spotted my two barstools at the counter by the kitchen. His smile left his face as he pulled a coil of rope from his back pocket and grabbed me by my neck, choking me a bit as he dragged me to the barstools. Pulling one out away from the counter into the middle of the room he pushed me down onto it, its height just right for me to bend over and lay on with my feet still on the floor. I was too scared at his behavior to move; he took this opportunity to tie my wrists to two of the legs of the stool and then bring the rope around to tie each of my ankles to the other two legs. I pulled at the ropes to no avail; they were tight. I was helpless, nervous and deeply aroused.
Tyler stood behind me for a moment, running his fingers down my back and across my ass cheeks slowly. I wiggled a bit on the stool and he slapped my ass fiercely. "Don't move, you little bitch," he growled. I was too shocked to reply. I heard him leave the room and enter the kitchen, his shoes thudding across the linoleum floor. Drawers slid open, one after the other until he found what he was looking for. Coming back to me, he held the item in front of me so I knew what he was using: a sharp cutting knife. My face fell and I became scared. Was he going to murder me? I wiggled against my binds again and he stuck the knife through my shorts, ripping the waistband apart and jerking my shorts open, the material shredding in his rough hands. Pulling my sheer pink panties to my crack off of one ass cheek he slapped my bare skin with his free hand repeatedly. I screamed as my ass grew red under his hand and he stopped his assault, taking the knife to my panties and slicing them off of my ass and shoving them into my open mouth. "We don't need the neighbors hearing what I'm gonna do to you...yet," he whispered before biting and nibbling on my earlobe. A muffled scream escaped my gagged mouth and he slapped my ass once more as he moved back behind me.
Putting the knife down, Tyler grabbed each of my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them diligently, pushing them together and spreading them apart. Despite my fear I still found myself excited by his touch and I could feel my juices running out of my hole like a little kid drooling over a lollipop. He apparently noticed because soon he was on his knees and his tongue was diving inside my pussy, penetrating my core and lapping up my cream. I groaned into the gag, my legs shaking from the intense contact. My climax was already seconds away. He could tell I was close; he pulled his face from my slit swiftly and bit into a cheek sharply. I howled from the pain, throwing my head back as I tried to force the sound through my gag. My legs tried to kick back but barely moved since they were bound so tightly to the barstool. I heard him chuckle behind me as I tried catching my breath, then he bit me again a few inches from the first. I cried out again, a tear running down my face as I was sure he was drawing blood.
Tyler stood up behind me, bending down to lick the bite marks he surely left in my skin before unzipping his damp jeans. His cock brushed my bare ass as the jeans dropped to the floor. Lining up the tip with my throbbing wet hole he slid it inside me slowly, sighing as my vaginal walls tightened around his shaft. I moaned as his cock filled me to the brim, then he slowly pulled back out of me and walked around in front of me. I tried to look up but couldn't quite see his face. He pulled the panties from my mouth and jerked my head back by my ponytail, thrusting his cream-coated cock into my mouth and down my throat. I choked on the head as it hit the back of my throat, tasting my musky juices on him as he fucked my mouth violently. I gagged and choked on him while he groaned, holding my head back by my hair. My throat began to hurt badly as the minutes wore on but he never stopped or slowed his pace, ramming his dick into my mouth over and over while tears ran down my face. I felt him shudder as he groaned louder, spilling his seed down my fucked throat. I swallowed the best I could as he held my face against his body while the hot cum poured from him.
Once he was finished filling my throat Tyler pulled his softening manhood from my mouth, letting me gasp for more air. Moving behind me again I felt him grab my ass again with both hands as his tongue dove deep inside my pussy. I moaned loudly without the gag to muffle me. Gripping my thighs he held onto me as he licked and sucked on my clit vigorously, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I silently begged him for release, afraid to speak up in fear of more pain. Another orgasm was within reach when he stopped pleasuring me once again and I growled breathlessly, trying to kick and get loose of the ropes.
