New York City was under lockdown. The pandemic shut down the airports and everyone was told to stay indoors for the next 10 days at least. I was trapped. My hotel was not a very secure option, given the spread of the virus like a wildfire. I had to get out of here. Finally, I made the call.
My name is Mike.
I fly to New York every quarter for business. I'm not very good at socializing and I tend to put my head down and finish the job at hand.
I only knew one childhood friend of mine who moved to New York, but I had no way of contacting him.
As luck would have it, Dan and I happened to run into one other at a bar by chance. We exchanged numbers and I called him the next day. He invited me over for dinner.
That was the first time I met Angela.
My cock stirred instantly.
She is this gorgeous ethnic with jet black hair and golden skin. She wasn't dressed provocatively or slutty. It's impossible to explain what she did to me. Just the way her body was shaped and her personality, made me want her. Badly. I felt a primal need to make her submit to me.
She had that aura around her.
The aura of sex.
A Sex Goddess.
She was a wonderful hostess and made me really feel at home. I made it a point to meet them whenever I was in NYC after that.
However, roughly two years ago, while Dan was removing the car to drop me back to my hotel, Angela met me at the door and asked me not to return to her house ever again.
You are a pervert and a creep, were her exact words. In my own home, in front of my husband, you frequently stare and make a woman uncomfortable. She finally said that do not make any plans to meet us since she didn't want to tell her husband how his childhood friend had behaved.
Her final words were Get Out!
I was shocked at this turn of attitude, but I quietly left.
Over two years had passed since that day.
Back to present day.
Finally, I called Dan, but his phone was unreachable. I sucked it up and made the call to Angela.
She didn't answer the first couple of times.
After which I sent her a text message informing her how I was scared and stuck with no one else to turn to for help.
I was desperate.
She responded by late evening saying, hi, you can stay the quarantine duration at our place, provided you behave respectfully.
I replied with a 100% and ran from the hotel.
I was nervous and anxious seeing her after so long. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door and smiled forcibly and let me in. She was dressed in loose-fitting clothing that fully concealed her body. She informed me that Dan was stranded outside of the nation as she led me upstairs to the guest room. She then told me to freshen up and come down to the dining table for some coffee.
As we sat down with the freshly brewed coffee, she instructed me to behave appropriately. Considering how I had treated her in the past, she was being incredibly kind and generous to me, while bearing in mind the circumstances in the city.
I looked down and asked for permission to express myself.
She said Yes.
I said that, I sincerely apologise for causing you to feel this way in your own home. That wasn't my intention. I really like both of you, and always had a great time when we got together. The truth is, I wasn't aware I was being this transparent.
What I'm trying to say is that when I first saw you, I was instantly attracted to you. It left an impression in my head, from then on whenever I met you those feelings would resurface.
I'm not a creep or a pervert. Just that, despite being wrong, I was powerless over my emotions. You are the last person I would want to know how strongly I was attracted to you, yet I couldn't hide it from you either.
She was quiet through my entire speech.
Finally, she smiled and said that It's okay, the past is the past now. I am glad we cleared that out. It's late now. I am going to sleep, but you are free to stay in the living room and watch tv if you like. Good night.
I heaved a sigh of relief and went into my room as well. Sleep, however, eluded me. I finally stood up so I could go get a glass of water and use the restroom. A lacey bra caught my attention in the laundry basket as I was washing my hands. I pulled it out and stroked it before looking through, for the rest of the set. When I came upon the blue lacey panty, I pocketed it and returned to my room.
I woke up late feeling relaxed and lazy. The aroma of coffee forced me to push myself out of bed. A fantastic breakfast and some piping-hot coffee awaited me when I went down into the kitchen. I was thankful for Angela.
The ideal hostess, she was. And I repeated that to her numerous times. She only blushed in response to all of my praise. I grabbed my belongings after breakfast and went to take a shower.
Angela enjoyed this the most, pampering her guests. She went up into the guest bedroom and decided to tidy up. She drew the curtains open, and slipped off the bed linen to remake the bed.
That's when she found the panty underneath the pillow. She picked the up panty she had worn all day yesterday and she knew exactly what had happened to them. They were crusty with all the cum. That bastard had masturbated into her used panties. She was disgusted. He was a pervert and he was alone in the house with her. She was furious.
That's how I found her, when I walked into the guest bedroom, panties in one hand.
Her face was filled with hatred and rage.
Before I could say one word, she said that I am calling the cops immediately if you don't leave right away. I knew exactly what I had to do, guided by my subconscious mind. I swiftly snatched her by the mouth, pulled her hands behind her back, and pushed her onto the bed before she had a chance to resist. I pulled out a handkerchief and quickly tied it around her mouth. Then I tied her hands and feet behind her back with my old shirt.
She fought for a long time before she realised it was useless. I had done a good job of tying her up. My mind wouldn't let go of the idea that I had while I observed her restrained.
I walked down and come back up with a rope and scissor. I replaced the shirt with a rope and secured her hands to the cutwork on the headboard and her feet to the cutwork at the foot of the bed. I proceeded to cut off every single cloth of her body except the handkerchief gagging her.
She struggled through all of this. Trying her hardest to push me away, but I was too strong for her to overpower. The tears started rolling once she was naked. I stared for quite some time, while she sobbed. Then I sat next to her and told her that if she let me eat her pussy just once then I would leave her alone. But she had to do it as a willing participant. All I want to feel is like you want me to do this. One time only. And I'll leave the house immediately.
Scared out of her wits, she nodded her head slightly. Anything to get this creep out of her house. I slipped out another handkerchief and blindfolded her. I told her I didn't want her to see me, so that it would be more natural for her to picture someone else and give me what I want. She agreed with my decision. I also informed her that when I squeeze her ass cheeks, I want her to talk dirty and use my name.
