Alice2015
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He left...
He LEFT!
Teri's mind was racing. She couldn't believe that he would walk away from her ... from this! A naked woman ... a sexy beautiful woman ... tied to a bed ... inviting him to do what ev-er he wanted to do to her ... nasty stuff ... and he fucking WALKED ... AWAY?
She was disappointed, but she was also pissed! George had confirmed -- in a way she'd never imagined -- she all along it had always been Alice! Even laid out before him, naked, invitingly, willingly, vulnerable ... George would rather walk without the sexy, explosive, neurotic redhead than partake of this equally sexy, equally explosive (though he didn't know that yet, of course), totally sane...
Well ... same was a relevant term. Teri had, of course, masturbated a stranger to an orgasm while he watched another stranger masturbate herself to orgasm, then asked said first stranger to allow said second stranger to cuff him so that -- unknown to either first stranger or second stranger -- said third stranger could feel warm cum splash upon her swollen nipples.
Nothing crazy about that, right? It's just ... fun.
When she didn't hear a response from the courier, Teri's anger and disappointment began to mutate to panic. She was tied to her bed ... naked ... with no way to get loose. She could call Alice for help, only ... she was tied up naked to a bed! Not only that, Teri suddenly realized, she'd left her phone at Alice's. Not only that, she'd essentially stolen the play thing -- said second stranger -- from Alice -- said third stranger -- who, despite having essentially told the man to go fuck himself would still want to be his lover, or at least his performer, as soon as the wine and anger wore off.
Teri laid her head back on the pillow and relax the tension on the shackles and ropes, dropping her body lifelessly to the mattress. I'm so fucked. She was about to call out loudly in the hopes that George was standing at the front door reconsidering when she caught his silhouette in the light of the still burning candles.
She also saw the glint of the knife in his hand as he headed to the dresser and laid the blade down. Her first reaction was, of course, more panic: she was tied to a bed, and a man she barely knew was coming at her with a knife. But her intelligent mind -- or maybe just her need to belief that they were going to have a simple, uncomplicated fuck -- told her he was simply going to cut her loose.
He began to undress, which spread a pleased smirk across Teri's face.
Teri's smirk faded. What was he saying? Was this a role play? Was he playing the mad, sex crazed rapist? Or ...
Oh god, what is he ... what's ... what have I ... oh please...
Teri was truly beginning to panic. She didn't want to believe that George was going to hurt her. Cut her. Kill her! It's just a sex game, she reassured herself. Role play. He's pretending.
Teri stared at George's cock, entranced. As his abdomen moved a bit this way and that way, the flag pole before him waved left and right, bouncing a bit up and down, too, and -- despite the conscious panic inside her -- made Teri unconsciously yearn to be filled with its mass.
As he moved to the bed -- knife again in hand -- Teri found herself simply overwhelmed by a wide spectrum of thoughts, all fighting for her undivided attention.
Teri hadn't realized how tense she'd become until she tried to shrink away from the knife ... and her body had no where to move. She was pulling so hard on the restraints that in the morning, she would cuts on her wrists and rope burns on her ankles, yet at this moment she didn't feel the pain that was causing them in the least.
Her full attention was on the cold steel of the knife as George slid it slowly down her left side, from just below her arm pit all the way to her waist. She could feel the sharp tip upon her skin and could imagine -- could feel -- that it was ever so cleanly slicing her open.
It was, of course, just her ticklish nature tricking her into thinking that her insides were about to spill out upon the beautiful set of sheets her Aunt Rose had given her for her 21st birthday just a week earlier. What a cruel trick, that sensation of fun increasing her panic to levels she'd never felt before.
And yet, as fearful and unsure of the current situation as Teri was -- her wide open eyes watching George as intently as she'd ever watched a man before -- down below ... her pussy was leaking like a sieve ... yearning to be used and abused by the man about to slice her naked form open.
He LEFT!
Teri's mind was racing. She couldn't believe that he would walk away from her ... from this! A naked woman ... a sexy beautiful woman ... tied to a bed ... inviting him to do what ev-er he wanted to do to her ... nasty stuff ... and he fucking WALKED ... AWAY?
She was disappointed, but she was also pissed! George had confirmed -- in a way she'd never imagined -- she all along it had always been Alice! Even laid out before him, naked, invitingly, willingly, vulnerable ... George would rather walk without the sexy, explosive, neurotic redhead than partake of this equally sexy, equally explosive (though he didn't know that yet, of course), totally sane...
Well ... same was a relevant term. Teri had, of course, masturbated a stranger to an orgasm while he watched another stranger masturbate herself to orgasm, then asked said first stranger to allow said second stranger to cuff him so that -- unknown to either first stranger or second stranger -- said third stranger could feel warm cum splash upon her swollen nipples.
Nothing crazy about that, right? It's just ... fun.
"George?"
When she didn't hear a response from the courier, Teri's anger and disappointment began to mutate to panic. She was tied to her bed ... naked ... with no way to get loose. She could call Alice for help, only ... she was tied up naked to a bed! Not only that, Teri suddenly realized, she'd left her phone at Alice's. Not only that, she'd essentially stolen the play thing -- said second stranger -- from Alice -- said third stranger -- who, despite having essentially told the man to go fuck himself would still want to be his lover, or at least his performer, as soon as the wine and anger wore off.
Teri laid her head back on the pillow and relax the tension on the shackles and ropes, dropping her body lifelessly to the mattress. I'm so fucked. She was about to call out loudly in the hopes that George was standing at the front door reconsidering when she caught his silhouette in the light of the still burning candles.
She also saw the glint of the knife in his hand as he headed to the dresser and laid the blade down. Her first reaction was, of course, more panic: she was tied to a bed, and a man she barely knew was coming at her with a knife. But her intelligent mind -- or maybe just her need to belief that they were going to have a simple, uncomplicated fuck -- told her he was simply going to cut her loose.
He began to undress, which spread a pleased smirk across Teri's face.
"You're a child," he said as he removed his shirt. "a baby playing with a strange dog's tail, and you think because he hasn't bitten you that you're safe."
Teri's smirk faded. What was he saying? Was this a role play? Was he playing the mad, sex crazed rapist? Or ...
He unbuckled his pants, and unzipped his fly. "But you don't know the dog, and you have no inkling of what goes through a dog's mind."
Oh god, what is he ... what's ... what have I ... oh please...
Teri was truly beginning to panic. She didn't want to believe that George was going to hurt her. Cut her. Kill her! It's just a sex game, she reassured herself. Role play. He's pretending.
He dropped his pants and shorts to the floor, letting his turgid tool spring free, bobbing slightly in the dim candlelight. "And you've never been bitten, and so you think you never will be."
Teri stared at George's cock, entranced. As his abdomen moved a bit this way and that way, the flag pole before him waved left and right, bouncing a bit up and down, too, and -- despite the conscious panic inside her -- made Teri unconsciously yearn to be filled with its mass.
As he moved to the bed -- knife again in hand -- Teri found herself simply overwhelmed by a wide spectrum of thoughts, all fighting for her undivided attention.
"I know you know this knife is sharp, so I suggest you stay very, very still--if you thrash around, you may hurt yourself accidently."
Teri hadn't realized how tense she'd become until she tried to shrink away from the knife ... and her body had no where to move. She was pulling so hard on the restraints that in the morning, she would cuts on her wrists and rope burns on her ankles, yet at this moment she didn't feel the pain that was causing them in the least.
Her full attention was on the cold steel of the knife as George slid it slowly down her left side, from just below her arm pit all the way to her waist. She could feel the sharp tip upon her skin and could imagine -- could feel -- that it was ever so cleanly slicing her open.
It was, of course, just her ticklish nature tricking her into thinking that her insides were about to spill out upon the beautiful set of sheets her Aunt Rose had given her for her 21st birthday just a week earlier. What a cruel trick, that sensation of fun increasing her panic to levels she'd never felt before.
And yet, as fearful and unsure of the current situation as Teri was -- her wide open eyes watching George as intently as she'd ever watched a man before -- down below ... her pussy was leaking like a sieve ... yearning to be used and abused by the man about to slice her naked form open.
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