It was all a trick

Holding her hand, you grab your basket and hoist it up the stairs. Andrea opens the door to her apartment and leads you in. It's laid out almost exactly the same as your apartment, with the kitchen just opposite the entrance and a short hallway to the two bedrooms and bathroom off to the right.

"Just leave your stuff there by the door," Andrea encourages you. "Do you want anything to drink?" She comes back with a water bottle and puts it on the coffee table as she sits down in the coffee-colored leather sofa in this front room. "Come on, sit here next to me." Andrea pats the spot on the sofa right next to her.

You slip a pair of socks out of the basket and put them in your pocket. Then you drop your basket down, reaching back to close the front door. As you grab the knob, you lock it and the door latches shut with a click. You turn back to Andrea and smile, convinced that she's interested in having sex with you. You walk over to the table, pick up the water bottle with a smile, and club her in the head with it. She falls back onto the sofa, shocked, and you're on top of her immediately.

You spent years being tender and considerate to Doe, now you're determined to do it a different way.

You grab her wrists and hold them above her head. Quickly you take one sock from your pocket and lash her wrists together as tightly as you can. Shifting your legs, you pin her knees with your ankles and are able to sit up as she recovers enough to begin to struggle. "No, NO John, what are you doing? HELP! HEEELP!" The sight of her chest heaving in her panic is an immense turn-on, but you want to see more. Finishing with tying her hands, you can hold her bound wrists with one hand, leaving the other free to reach down and grab her right breast through the material, mashing it firmly, then pinching it hard and shaking it back and forth. She starts to yell louder "****! ****!!!" so you take the other sock and wad it into her mouth. She tries to bite down on your hand, but the sock material is too bulky, she only manages to brush your fingers with her full lips. Fascinated, you start to pull and tweak her lips as she shakes her head back and forth, trying to buck you off with her body while her breath whistles from her runny nose.

You return to her shirt. You are grinding her weight into the sofa, so you aren't able to pull it up and over her tits as you initially try to do. Instead, you grab the flimsy material, twist and tear it as hard as you can. Her torso arches up toward you and then the fabric rips a big strip out of the middle. You toss that aside, reach through the hole and caress the soft skin of her belly underneath. But, you remind yourself, you're not here to be gentle.

You grab the rest of the fabric of the shirt in your fist and pull it up hard like drawing a bow. The fabric stretches then tears; the tank top is now torn in half right in front. Now you're able to reach down and pop her breasts out of her bra: pop one, pop two! Her opulent breasts sag with gravity; they are astonishingly large for such a small woman. "Are those 42Ds?" you ask in appreciation. You touch one, then, determined for a different experience, draw your hand back and slap it. It bounces up and into the other one, then rebounds and jiggles for a while. You can see a slight red mark where your fingers struck. "How does that feel?" you ask roughly, bending down to whisper in her ear. You feel like you're completely in control, she's spread-eagled under you and completely at your mercy. You could do anything to her, and she couldn't stop you, your neighbor, this beautiful girl, this woman, splayed out on her sofa like a cheap...

"Whore!" You pinch her nipple and roll it in your fingers, squeezing tightly and lifting so that the whole huge tit was hanging from the sensitive tissue. "How does that feel, whore?" You drop the nipple and slap the breast again, "I bet that feels good, doesn't it?" While you're bent down like this, you grab her earlobe in your teeth and roll it around, sucking it into your mouth and biting it one after the other, as your hand repeats the same treatment with both breasts. "How does that feel?" You trail your mouth down her neck, biting and sucking hard every inch or so, making sure to leave marks.

At this point your arm gets tired of holding her struggling bound arms out of the way. You roll off of her and she tries to kick you, throwing her whole body into it. You just manage to leap backwards, and her momentum rolls her forward and straight off of the sofa to land heavily on the floor, half on her knees. You jump on her back and sit hard on her neck, bearing down so she can't get her legs under her and her face gets pressed into the leather of the sofa. You reach up, grab her arms and untie the sock from her wrists. Holding her arms up painfully by the wrists, you get to your feet. When she tries to stand, you kick her leg out from under her. You take the sock again and use it to tie her wrists again, this time with her arms crossed down behind her back. You reach down and tear the rest of her tank top off, then unsnap the bra. You toss the bra aside for the moment, reach down and take a handful of her beautiful brown hair.

You yank her head backward by the hair and hold it there while you fumble with your pants. Luckily you thought you were just going to do laundry, so you wore sweat pants, which you are able to yank down with one hand. Your cock springs out, hard as an iron bar and more erect than you think you've ever been. You let her look at it for a moment as it bobs in the air with every heartbeat. A drop of pre-come hangs from the tip and slowly stretches down, down, down, then finally snaps, dropping onto her cheek, causing her to shake her head and gasp in pain at the pull on her hair. You lean over so that your cock dips and rubs along her cheek, smearing more fluid there. "How do you like that, huh? I bet you'd like it here." - a slight shift of your hips and the head of your cock is nestled in her gaping mouth. Again she tries to bite you, but the sock cushions her teeth so that it's just a really hard squeeze on the head of your cock. "Ohhhhh, yeeeessss!" you cry, "Just like that, Andrea! Do it just like that!" She whips her head away from you in disgust, heedless of the pain of her hair tearing. "Well, there's more time for that later. I just wanted you to see what you'll be feeling at the other end soon."

You bend down and grab Andrea under the arms, lifting her to her feet. She tries kicking at you again, so you lift her arms, putting painful pressure on her shoulder sockets. By lifting this way, you are able to steer her around the room to behind the sofa, where you drop her arms to reach around her with both hands, finding her large, aroused nipples to tweak them hard and pull them upwards and outwards. Your engorged rod is slicking stains on her khaki shorts now, pushed up firm against her ass as you pull and squeeze her breasts. Andrea's hands, forgotten, find your cock and seize it.