Brian's not home

“Sorry, Katie. Brian’s not going to be able to make it tonight. It’s just you and me.”

She made no sound for a few seconds, while she processed this turn of events. I could see her body start to tense, and her knees push together, as she began to realize what was going on.

“Who the FUCK are you, and where’s Brian?” she screamed, as she struggled against her self-imposed bonds. “Get the hell out of here.” I watched her struggle to cover up her nakedness, but her skill at tying knots was too good. No matter how hard she pulled, she could not close her legs or cover her breasts.

I allowed her to continue struggling for a minute or two, before she stopped pulling on the ropes. Her chest was heaving, and her skin glistened with sweat.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, in a now much quieter voice, filled with fear.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be asking the questions here,” I replied. I walked over to the bed, and placed my hands on her breasts. Immediately, she let out a gasp, and started meekly pulling against the ropes holding back her arms. I gave her breasts a squeeze, and rubbed her nipples between my fingers.

“Very nice,” I commented, before leaning down to give each nipple a quick lick. I ran my hands down her chest and over her stomach. One hand came to rest just above her close cropped pubic hair. “You have a great body. Do you work out?” I asked.

Katie didn’t make a sound.

“You look like you work out. I like a girl with a flat stomach and toned legs.”

I stroked my hand down her leg and back up, bringing it to rest cupping her mound. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch, and the damp remnants of the moisture that had escaped in anticipation of Brian’s cock. I let my hand sit on her pussy, and watched as her stomach started to quiver. Next, I noticed a few tears rolling down her face from behind her blindfold.

“Don’t cry,” I told her, “I’ll fuck you better than Brian ever has.” She let out a sob.

I slipped my middle finger between her folds, and pushed it into her crevice.

“Please, no,” she squeaked, “don’t do this. Don’t do this to me.”

Her pleading only turned me on even more. I shoved my finger deeper inside her, and then stroked it in and out a few times. I pulled my finger out of her twat, and stuck it up to my nose. The smell was intoxicating. I rubbed my finger under her nose, wiping her juices where she would constantly smell her own arousal.

I stood next to the bed, and ever so slowly, pulled my zipper down. I wanted her to be completely aware of what was coming. I unbuttoned my pants, and after removing my shoes, pulled off my pants and underwear.

My cock stood at attention, and I casually stroked its length a few times while I considered what to do next.