a little rough bondage....

She couldn't think straight and she didn't know how to tell him no. Her heart was pounding and her body throbbing with need. She led him dizzily up the stairs and into her bedroom, forgetting that her toys were spread out on the bed, there among her stuffed animals..

He looked at the ropes and vibrator, her handcuffs, and gave her an evil and knowing smile. "Looks like you were going to make a fucking night of it, huh Vanessa? You like it kinky too, huh? A little bondage?." "damn you are a slutty little whore.."

She stood there dazed, breathless, running her hand through her hair, looking at the toys on the bed. She could imagine what he'd think of her now: she'd never convince him that she was anything but a slut. She felt so ashamed and trembled as she realized her body wanted her to be a slut...

"We can use this." he said, picking up a length of rope. "Turn around."

She turned around, automatically putting her hands behind her back, and Mr. Taylor quickly bound her wrists together, then spun her around and caught her in a deep and passionate kiss, driving rational thought from her mind. The helpless feeling of having her hands pinioned behind her back flooded her with wild desire to be taken, and she moaned shamelessly as his tongue explored her mouth. His hands came up and he grabbed her breasts right through the dress, squeezing and kneading them, rubbing his palms over her aching nipples. Everything he did thrilled her. This was just what she'd wanted, just what she'd dreamed of, and now the dream was real she prayed it wouldn't be a nightmare....

"You're gonna dress like a whore, then you're gonna show me what a good little whore you can be!" he said to her as he mauled her breasts and pinched her nipples through the vinyl. "You're gonna fuck me with that whore pussy of yours, Vanessa. You're gonna show me what a good fuck you are, or I’m going to have a little discussion with your mother about how you spend your Saturday nights."

He stepped back from her, took the lapels of her dress in his hand and pulled them apart, popping the snaps one by one all the way down the dress, exposing her body in the mesh corset to his gaze. Vanessa stood there watching his eyes as he took in her nearly naked body, and what she saw there made her groan out loud: the naked lust, the heated desire and raw excitement. It thrilled her to think that she could inspire such passion in a man. He didn't see an overworked and lonely college student when he looked at her; he saw a hot, desirable woman, and the mere sight of her made his dick hard.

"What a fucking body! you are a smoldering piece of ass...He grabbed her breasts and began to suck them hungrily, going from one to the other, swirling his tongue around her nipples and biting them softly, making Vanessa's head swim, when he wasn't sucking her tits he was pinching and slapping them fiercely...

He took her roped arms and tied them off to her headboard as he pushed her down onto her bed so that she was flat on her back with her arms stretched overhead leaving her beautiful body clad in mesh corset tight shinny black panties and slutty stockings on full display in all its vulnerability.... Her mind cleared suddenly and she realized what was going to happen: that he was really going to fuck her, put his cock in her pussy and fuck her on her own bed. He was getting rough with her tits and as he screamed that she was a slutty whore and spit on her body she lost it and although her pussy was a faucet her mind was racing....

She made one last attempt to regain control of herself. "No," she said, "Please! Mr. Taylor, don't do this!"