I had pussy on my brain, my dick wouldn't stay down, I needed at that tasty little bitch I'd left tied to the bed.I had pussy on my brain, my dick wouldn't stay down, I needed at that tasty little bitch I'd left tied to the bed. I paced the subway train the whole way back; bums were edging away from me, I was acting so juiced. When I arrived, I dumped the food on the dresser, hung up my jacket, and immediately skimmed off my shoes, socks, pants and briefs and sat down on the little chair next to the bed, to stroke my raging boner, swilling one of the beers I kept stashed in the little fridge in the closet. I drink like a guppy when I'm "on", it's partly why I work out so much, to avoid a damn beer gut. I stroked my cock, watching Karen resting as best she could, sweat-soaked and exhausted, her legs bent double over the bar and secured to the rings in the wall, undulating slowly as the vibrator coated with muscle liniment I'd crammed in her cunt before I'd left continued to do it's work. She'd probably been coming for well over an hour; it was past 1am, and the Heet/ had long since stopped burning inside her. I knew from experience that the effect only really lasted 15, maybe 20 minutes. She was moaning gutturally, drooling around the ball gag, rolling her head from side to side, hardly aware that I was there, she was so lost in her own pleasure. I pulled the gag from Karen's mouth, and she lay there with her jaw hanging open. I'm sure it ached from being forced open for so long. I'd need to take the tape off her body soon and truss her up with the leather harnesses I kept stored in the closet; the tape would leave nasty residue and tear at her skin, give her a nasty rash, if I left it there too long. |