As I walked by, she looked up, bored, and then watched me go by. I tried to keep my smile away, but couldn't stop as it spread over my face. I wanted her...just looking at her made my cunt juices flow.
I stood from a distance and ran my eyes over her again, lingering over my favorite parts of her body. The object of my lust had long, curly brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, big tits...all tapering down to a flat waist and lengthy legs. She wore flared jeans and a tight white shirt which fit snugly over her curves, sending shivers of pure want rushing throughout my body.
As if feeling my gaze on her, she stretched backwards in her chair, thrusting her tits forward, baring more of her slim belly, then glancing over pointedly in my direction, brown eyes holding secrets I could find out only if I really thought I could...
"Little slut." I whispered to myself. I had to have her.
We didn't know each other; I doubted we even knew each other's names. She worked in a different department than I did at our place of employment, which didn't leave me much time to feel her out and see if she was into girls. I chuckled.
What did I care if she was into girls or not? I would make her like girls. That would bring me the most pleasure, licking and fingering her pussy while she told me not to. I moaned softly to myself, wanting her so badly I could taste it.
I knew her schedule. I waited outside until the end of her shift, holding tightly to my bottle of chloroform and clean rag. I doused it lightly as I saw her walk out, digging busily in her purse for car keys. She walked to a silver Eclipse and inserted the key, not even hearing me as I snuck up behind her and wrapped my hand around her mouth, the rag in my palm. She struggled only a few moments before slumping against me. I resisted the urge to feel her tits, to cup them, feel their weight in my hands and half-dragged, half-carried her body to my red Cavalier.
At my house, I laid her out on my bed, my heart thumping steadily. Whether from nervousness or excitement I wasn't sure, though I knew my pussy throbbed against my soaked panties.
God, she was beautiful! Her nipples were hard and pointing straight up through her snug shirt, belly rising gently with every breath, long brown hair strewn about her head in seductive disarray. She groaned lightly, arching her body up before going quiet again.
I couldn't stand not touching her. I reached out and squeezed her right nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting it, pulling it, and then flicking it rapidly back and forth. Anger flared through me, wanting more, this was not good enough!
Taking hold of the hem of her shirt, I ripped it up the middle, roughly yanking it off her body. She wore no bra, which didn't surprise me. Her tits stood firmly, nipples hardening in the cool air, begging for attention. I leaned down and began sucking on her right nipple, running my warm tongue around it, doing the same to the left, and gently biting both. She stirred only slightly, groaning, pushing her tits into my mouth.
I slid my hands down her belly, caressing the satiny skin, deftly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them off. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her panties, black thongs that were more like licorice than underwear. I tore them off and stuffed them into her mouth, smiling smugly as she began to come to, quickly tying her hands above her head to the sturdy posts on my headboard and blindfolding her.
It took her a moment, but she let out a muffled scream as she remembered what happened. Naked, tied up, blindfolded...poor baby, she must be scared to death! I thought to myself, and then laughed aloud.
She settled immediately, probably wondering why she heard a girl's laughter. Her slim legs clamped together and she curled them up into herself, trying to hide as much as possible.
"Don't hide it," I scolded, running my hand along her calf and up her thigh. She began shaking violently and I realized there were tears streaking down her cheeks.
A slow curl of power unraveled through my body and I grew even more excited. "I'm going to lick your cunt." I told her loudly.
Her head shook no, and she tried to scream through her gag. I smacked her thigh, hard, enough to still her, and pulled her panties out of her mouth.
"Who are you?" she cried, lovely pink mouth trembling.
"An admirer." I replied and tweaked her left nipple, rubbing it in slow circles. She gasped and jerked upright in surprise, her thighs spreading as I continued to squeeze it.
"Yes," I breathed. "Open your thighs up, you filthy little slut."
"No!" she moaned. "Please let me out of here."
"What's your name?" I asked, bending down and sliding my tongue between her tits, trailing it down, sticking it in her belly button, still traveling farther down.
"Leigh." She replied. "Now please...please let me go..."
I ignored her and forced her thighs apart, fighting her leg muscle as she tried futilely to keep them closed. "Spread your thighs, cunt!" I ordered harshly.
Leigh continued to struggle and my anger grew quickly. I slapped her hard across the face, stunning her, and a small, pained moan escaped her mouth.
"Now open your legs for me." I said quietly, pleasantly, like a passionate lover.
Her sleek thighs opened obediently, spreading wide, giving me full view to her cunt. It was shaved clean, smooth, shining wetly, making my mouth water.
I had never eaten pussy before, but it came naturally as I knelt between her legs, spreading her fat cunt lips, revealing her sweet little clit. I licked over it lightly with my tongue, tasting her sweetness, then slipped down to thrust my tongue into her tight hole, eliciting a gasp from my captive. Her hips came up to meet my tongue and she ground into my mouth, my nose rubbing against her clit. I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose, she was whimpering as I ate her creamy cunt, pleading for me to stop while her juices ran steadily into my mouth. I began circling her clit with my thumb as I tongue fucked her, hearing my own moans low in my throat as I hungrily tasted her.
"Quit crying," I said sweetly, lapping at her clit. "You know you like it...you're my little slut, aren't you?"
"No..." she whispered, her back arching sharply as I slid my middle finger inside her. "Ahh Jesus..."
"Moan for me." I murmured, slowly and deeply finger fucking her as I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit, feeling her shiver, another flood of pussy juice leaking into her ass crack. "Why is your pussy so wet, slut?"
Her answer was a stuttered groan as I slid my finger even farther up inside her, feeling her warm pussy walls contract in pleasure. "You like my fingers in your twat, Leigh?" I smirked, looking up at her blindfolded face.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she cried, her cheeks wet with tears.
"You need to be punished." I snapped angrily, sitting up. "You walk around like a slut, you will get exactly what you deserve!"
I pulled out my present from beneath my bed, stroked it with growing excitement, and put it on, sighing as part of it gave me my own fulfillment.
The girl was frightened by my silence. "Wh - what are you doing?"
"You'll find out."
She started crying again, and I couldn't help laughing. "What the fuck are you crying about?"
"I'm scared!" she sobbed. She looked so totally helpless, tied up, blindfolded...my own little fuck toy.
I spread her thighs again; moving between them, then grabbed her hips and pressed the tip of my present against her clit. She really jumped this time.
