intuition.
Press a button, selecting from a menu. Boop.
Press another button selecting from another menu. Boop.
The evidence was all there. Stupid cow. Right there in chronological order.
I read a couple just to make sure that it wasn’t innocuous banter.
Maybe something like his advances and her protestations of her love for me.
It wasn’t.
I said, “What have we here?”, and I went down the list reading the chronological progression of the evidence.
“Dinner and a movie?”
I clicked through to the next message.
“ ‘Make sure you buy some more condoms?’ Well, at least you’re having safe sex.”
While I read down the list, I fucked her ass. Steadily. I wasn’t in any rush.
“ ‘I can’t wait to suck your dick tonight.’ ”, I paused.
I put on an angry tone, “What’s wrong with my dick, huh? My dick not good enough for you?”
I wasn’t angry with her. I just wanted her to think I was angry with her. That way she’d struggle, and her writhing would make the sodomy that much more dynamic. This was more exciting than a donkey punch.
Usually when I fucked her in the ass, she would just take it like a corpse, mooing plaintitively with her mouth taped shut. Her wrists loosely bound with duct tape. She could have shimmied free whenever she wanted to, and when we were done she had all of the tape off in under ten seconds, and then strutted off to the bathroom to administer to her throbbing asshole. Maybe to sit down on the toilet and take a minute to recompose herself and poop out my semen, so it didn’t come oozing out of her swollen butthole while we were laying around in bed afterwards. I never really fucked her very hard. Not like you see in anal porn. I didn’t want to tear her anus. I wanted her to come back. It was fun fucking her, and I wanted her to come back for more. So I didn’t fuck her in the ass every time she came by or I figured she’d get tired of that shit and she wouldn’t come over any more. It wasn’t really very exciting that way, so I usually just focused and tried to come so I could have it over with. I didn’t really enjoy fucking her in the ass. I mostly just did it, because I know she didn’t like it.
I grabbed a fistful of her peroxide blond hair in my right fist and pulled her head back.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Or maybe I should choke the life right out of you right now, huh?” I gave her a few hard rams in the ass. Leaning in closely I could hear her swallow and hear the air whooshing in and out of her nose in short panic breaths.
I leaned back on my haunches and extended my hand to the side of her face.
When my hand brushed the side of her face, she jerked her head away, and I had to use my right hand to pin her head sideways against the stack of pillows, while I fumbled for the edge of the tape with my left thumb and forefinger.
“Quit struggling.”, I said, exasperatedly. “I’m just trying to take the tape off.”
I managed to pinch the edge of the grey duct tape between my thumb and forefinger and picked a little finger-tab free, then ripped the length of tape off of her mouth. Like you do with a band-aid when you don’t want it to hurt, but I’m sure it stung a little. The area where the tape had been was pale for a second, in comparison to her flushed cheeks, but then the blood rushed in.
She breathed out from her mouth, and it made a “Puh” sound as her lips unstuck. She snorked back the spit and snot that had built up at the back of her throat and I heard her gulp it down, then she started breathing through her mouth.
I waited for her to get a few breaths in, then I resumed sodomizing
Press a button, selecting from a menu. Boop.
Press another button selecting from another menu. Boop.
The evidence was all there. Stupid cow. Right there in chronological order.
I read a couple just to make sure that it wasn’t innocuous banter.
Maybe something like his advances and her protestations of her love for me.
It wasn’t.
I said, “What have we here?”, and I went down the list reading the chronological progression of the evidence.
“Dinner and a movie?”
I clicked through to the next message.
“ ‘Make sure you buy some more condoms?’ Well, at least you’re having safe sex.”
While I read down the list, I fucked her ass. Steadily. I wasn’t in any rush.
“ ‘I can’t wait to suck your dick tonight.’ ”, I paused.
I put on an angry tone, “What’s wrong with my dick, huh? My dick not good enough for you?”
I wasn’t angry with her. I just wanted her to think I was angry with her. That way she’d struggle, and her writhing would make the sodomy that much more dynamic. This was more exciting than a donkey punch.
Usually when I fucked her in the ass, she would just take it like a corpse, mooing plaintitively with her mouth taped shut. Her wrists loosely bound with duct tape. She could have shimmied free whenever she wanted to, and when we were done she had all of the tape off in under ten seconds, and then strutted off to the bathroom to administer to her throbbing asshole. Maybe to sit down on the toilet and take a minute to recompose herself and poop out my semen, so it didn’t come oozing out of her swollen butthole while we were laying around in bed afterwards. I never really fucked her very hard. Not like you see in anal porn. I didn’t want to tear her anus. I wanted her to come back. It was fun fucking her, and I wanted her to come back for more. So I didn’t fuck her in the ass every time she came by or I figured she’d get tired of that shit and she wouldn’t come over any more. It wasn’t really very exciting that way, so I usually just focused and tried to come so I could have it over with. I didn’t really enjoy fucking her in the ass. I mostly just did it, because I know she didn’t like it.
I grabbed a fistful of her peroxide blond hair in my right fist and pulled her head back.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Or maybe I should choke the life right out of you right now, huh?” I gave her a few hard rams in the ass. Leaning in closely I could hear her swallow and hear the air whooshing in and out of her nose in short panic breaths.
I leaned back on my haunches and extended my hand to the side of her face.
When my hand brushed the side of her face, she jerked her head away, and I had to use my right hand to pin her head sideways against the stack of pillows, while I fumbled for the edge of the tape with my left thumb and forefinger.
“Quit struggling.”, I said, exasperatedly. “I’m just trying to take the tape off.”
I managed to pinch the edge of the grey duct tape between my thumb and forefinger and picked a little finger-tab free, then ripped the length of tape off of her mouth. Like you do with a band-aid when you don’t want it to hurt, but I’m sure it stung a little. The area where the tape had been was pale for a second, in comparison to her flushed cheeks, but then the blood rushed in.
She breathed out from her mouth, and it made a “Puh” sound as her lips unstuck. She snorked back the spit and snot that had built up at the back of her throat and I heard her gulp it down, then she started breathing through her mouth.
I waited for her to get a few breaths in, then I resumed sodomizing
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