When I got up to piss a few hours later, I saw the redhead making out with a guy in the kitchen. I sat back down just as Spider and Rachel got up to go smoke on the fire escape, and it was just me and Kelly the face-sitter left.
I leaned back against the bed and she moved over next to me and stole a sip of my drink. The bartender was still making gin and tonics and they were absolutely delicious. It took me a few moments to realize she was staring at me, and I wondered what she was thinking. Her face didn’t tell me much, but I couldn’t look away. Finally, she leaned in and whispered:
“Did you really tie that girl up?”
“Yeah,” I nodded.
“And she struggled and kicked as you tore off her clothes?”
“Basically,” I said.
“And then you fucked her? You held her down, her hands tied above her head, and you fucked her. Did she stop fighting then?”
“Sometimes. I guess it depended on her mood,” I said. “I think it turned her on most to never stop fighting. She would swear at me and scratch as we fucked, and if I moved to untie her she would try to escape.”
She stared at me, but the look in her eyes was much clearer. Her short dress had ridden up as she tucked her knees under her arms, and I had to resist trying to confirm her status as a Vassar girl. She was shorter than Rachel by at least a foot, and her feet were smaller than I thought possible. I pictured her kneeling over my face as I opened my mouth between her legs, and in spite of all the drinking I had done, I found myself getting hard in my jeans.
“That is so fucking hot,” she said. Kelly was so close to me by then that we were touching, but neither of us moved a hand. She leaned her head down onto my shoulder for a brief moment before turning around and pulling a small blanket off the bed behind us. She covered both our legs, and I stared at her, unsure of what she was doing. Even when her hands vanished beneath the blanket I was still unsure of what was happening.
“Tell me more,” she whispered, her breathing faster and her voice deeper. “Tell me about fucking her all tied up. Tell me what you did to her.”
My hand brushed her bare leg, but rather than move it away she pressed against me. Her other foot was pulled up beneath her, but this one was almost on my lap, which meant that just beneath the blanket she was practically naked. She placed my hand on the inside of her thigh, still looking into my eyes, and I finally started talking.
“One time she told me to grab her in the hallway. She said she didn’t even want to know it was me when I pulled her into my room. I was scared someone would see us, but it didn’t matter at that point. I always did whatever she asked, and there was no way I was going to back out. I waited until she was almost at my door before I grabbed her.”
Kelly moved my hand further up her thigh until my fingers were just where she wanted them. I looked at her in surprise when she pressed my hand against her wet pussy, but she blushed again and closed her legs around me, holding me in place.
“Keep going,” she whispered.
“I threw her on the bed, and locked the door behind me, but she was up by the time I turned around. She screamed at me and asked me what the fuck I wanted with her, but I had her back on the bed a second later with my belt around her wrists. I tied it to the headboard and knelt over her, holding her legs still as I tore her shirt off. She struggled and tried to kick, but I pulled off her jeans, and then finally ripped her panties off with my bare hands.”
Kelly’s breathing grew faster and faster, and she was so wet I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to fuck her or kiss her, but I couldn’t stop. She moaned into my ear, but her entire body tensed up whenever I stopped for even a second.
“I was so fucking hard,” I whispered, my fingers moving in and out of her as she circled her clit with her own. “As soon as I saw her lying there naked on the bed, struggling and spitting, I was as hard as rock.”
“And then you fucked her?” She was right in my ear, her lips against my skin. “Then you just slid your big cock inside her even as she told you no, right? Please tell me that’s what you did. Please?”
I quickly moved her so she was between my legs with her back to me, and I opened her thighs again and brought my hand right back to her pussy. I pushed her hair away from her ear as I reached both arms around her, and opened her as widely as I could.
“I leaned down over her, my clothes still on, but my cock hard in my hand. I told her I was going to fuck her as I rubbed against the lips of her pussy, and she tried to bite me. I kissed her mouth, as I opened her legs wider–just like this–and then I finally did it. She screamed again, but she clenched around me all the same. And then I just fucked her as hard as I could. I slapped her face and slammed into her without stopping.”
“And she never stopped, right?” The small woman between my legs was breathing so quickly I thought she might pass out. My fingers were still inside her and she was drenching my hand and the carpet beneath us. She lifted her ass off the floor, pushing harder against me even as she leaned back and kissed the side of my face. “She didn’t stop, and you kept fucking her. You fucked her so hard, and…”
“And she kept trying to get away,” I said. “She fought until suddenly she was coming so much she couldn’t hide it any more. I didn’t stop as she shook around me, but I kissed her mouth and pulled her to me until I was as deep inside her as I could go.”
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” she moaned, my fingers now a blur as she started to shake in my lap, clenching and bucking her hips as I wrapped my arms around her. “Tell me you came inside her. Tell me you came in her slutty, little cunt.”
“So much,” I said, my lips on her ear and neck. I pulled her to me, my cock hard against her back as she came. “I filled her over and over again, and I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
Kelly finally collapsed in my arms, her legs going slack and her shoulder slumping down against me. I was still throbbing, and it was all I could not to jerk myself off against her ass. It had been months since I wanted anyone that badly, but her breathing slowed down and she moved my hands to her legs as she returned to the world. She ran her fingers up and down my arm, and I continued to kiss her hair and hold her tightly.
Eventually, she turned just enough to look me in the eye. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, and it was a long, slow kiss with just enough of her mouth for me to know she tasted divine.
“Thanks for the story,” she whispered. She folded the blanket, flattened her dress, and stood up. She stared at me for a moment longer, then walked out of the room and into the kitchen as I sat there alone, adjusting my hard on on through my tight jeans.
–An excerpt from my full length novel Disgusting Beautiful Immoral.