The Flirt

He hadn't been paying enough attention to me. Too busy watching TV to see my 'I wanna fuck' look. For this I put on a short skirt, high heeled boots and asked him to help me hang out the washing… while bent over. He came straight towards me, three steps and his arm was wrapped around me, his lips finding my neck, his hand squeezing my firm tit through my top. As he held me firmer his lips told me how that flirt was a mistake, how I was his now, how he wouldn't let go for hours. I believed him, I knew it was true. Well, maybe not the mistake part.

He told me to kneel, bent me over the ottoman like a porn star, or maybe just his slut, squeezing my large, firm ass cheeks, spreading them wide with his hands. He's rubbing himself against me, his cock so hard it presses into my flesh and makes me yelp. He grabs me by the throat, not roughly, never roughly, just uses the palm of his hand against my chest to lift me up to him, forcing me to arch my back and present my breasts to him. He takes advantage, rubbing, grabbing, pinching with more vigor then before. I can't stop gasping, already lost in the moment even though I know that it is only the start. He rips off my top, my bra, releasing my breasts to use as his toys. I gasp hard and harder with him as the swiftness of his movements across my body blur into body spasms that make my cunt ache.

Abruptly he stops.

He orders me to stay, giving me a reprieve while he readies our bed. He comes back ten minutes later to lead me to the bedroom. I follow him, still breathing heavily, my heart still racing, my cunt only aching more. He takes of my remaining clothes. He sits me on the edge of our bed, gently caressing me, taking his time now that I have surrendered to him. He pauses, looking at my naked body, tells me how beautiful I am before gently blindfolding me. He lies me down on the bed; I feel the soft rope being wrapped around my wrists and ankles, spread-eagling me to the bed. He starts stroking his hands all over my body, up my inner thighs, over my stomach and cupping my breasts. He softly pinches my nipples just to hear me gasp. The more he pinches, the more I oblige. His hands run down to my already dripping, wet slit. His fingers firmly exploring my little folds, my special button. This brings out louder gasps. I arch my back to escape his probing touch but can go nowhere. This just turns me on more. His finger enters me without ceremony, reminding me that today I am his. He pushes it deeper, wriggling the tip until I squirm. I'm so horny, I grunt and moan and buck against his hand, needing more pleasure like a drug. He swiftly pulls out, leaving me pleading, still bucking my hips to keep some of the feeling of his finger inside of me. He shuffles around, leaving my imagination to try and anticipate what's next. I suddenly feel something cool and hard against my opening, gently sliding into me, deeper than a finger could reach. It intrudes into my pussy, as far in as anything can go. I feel another cold instrument being placed against my clit and suddenly feel the strength of my restraints as I try to escape the forceful vibrating that starts to pulse through me. I toss and buck and moan and gasp as he pushes deeper into me, harder against me. I scream in orgasm. He doesn't stop. Neither do the shudders.

He finally stops. The shudders don't. He rubs my body again as I lie there moaning, swearing at the pleasure I felt. He takes of my blindfold, the sudden light hurting my eyes. He unties my legs and lifts them over his shoulders as he kneels in front of me. In my state of lustful confusion I don't realize what he is doing. I try to clench my legs together to stop him but the head of his cock is already spreading my tight lips wide. I squeal as my just cum pussy, already so swollen and tender, is violated again. All our fucking and my cunt still grips him tight enough to make him grunt as he thrusts into me. He pushes as far as it'll go, so far it feels like my organs have to move to accommodate him. I try to wriggle up the bed, try to ease the pressure but he's grasping my shoulders, pushing me down onto his pole. I stop struggling. He starts working it in and out slowly. He watches my face as he twitches his muscles, making my frown slightly as my pussy spasms. He slowly speeds up, making me pant. He sits up, grabs my legs to him and starts thrusting harder and faster. I feel like his thrusts are tearing me apart. I can't stand the pleasure, yelping like his little bitch with each push. I don't want it to end. He thrusts harder and deeper, moving my legs up and down and around to get the best angle. I have no control and I don't care. I just want his cock forever. I beg him for his cum. Plead with him as he plunges into me. Beg him to make me his little cum slut. He pulls out, leaving me to my writhing and begging as he takes matters into his own hands and masturbates furiously. He groans and spreads my legs again as he starts to climax. He drives his shaft into me and I clench my hole around it, milking it, savoring every hot squirt into my womb. We lie there in each other arms, to fucked to move even if we wanted too.