Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

Fawn put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance, and shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching breasts into his face. As if he had read her mind, or sensed the urgent, dangerous desires of her body, he was already giving her the tender cruelty and the sweet, controlled brutality she wanted. She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds, bursting and burbling all over with lust, crying out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and his rough, grasping fingers caused to her sensitive breasts and her flaming, teeth-tortured nipples.

Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away. "I… I thought you wanted to tie me up," she said.

He nodded, and grinned, and put his rough weathered hands back on her breasts. "You're beautiful, just beautiful," he said.

"Thank you." Fawn looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.

"What'll we tie you with? Do you have any rope?"

"I don't think so. Ohhhh, oh god that feels good! Quick, let's find something."

The two of them rapidly searched the apartment. Fawn found a discarded pair of Kelley's pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket which made a very strong rope when twisted. She stood there with them hanging from her hand, staring at them, hearing the cab driver in the living room and kitchen, searching for similar things, and she thought, shivering with panic and wild anticipation: My god, he's going to tie me up and fuck me, he's going to rape me and hurt me, and I want him to, I want it! What am I doing?

But she didn't have much time to think about it because he appeared in the bathroom doorway, grinning, glaring hungrily at her naked breasts as if he could never get enough of them, and clutching in one hand two electrical extension cords. A hot tremor shot up the squinchy tingling channel of her cunt as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the rubberized cords in his hand made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.

He saw her fear, and he went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot breasts with his free hand. "What's the matter, you lose your nerve?" he said.

"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whimpered into his shirt.

"I won't… I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her.

"This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."

She took him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Together they peeled the bedclothes off the bed and he tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands. "Perfect," he said. "Take off your skirt and lie down."

Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt, but she obeyed him, her whole body alive with gooseflesh and tremors of anticipation. Whey she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauzy bikini-style panty and began to peel them down her golden thighs, he shook his head. His eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her bare shoulder and turned her around, gazing down at the pale upper slopes of her high buttocks, just above the half-lowered elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers, then moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra. "You're striped here… and here," he said, lowering his fingers to the white skin of her ass.

She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.

"Leave them on," he said, decisively.

"But you…"

"Leave them on."

She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress.

Again he rubbed his rough knuckles against her smooth cheek, a gesture with a curious harsh tenderness in it that made her cunt gush and itch anew each time he did it. "Give me your wrists," he said.

She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and he began to bind them with one of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands. "Why don't you… take off your clothes too before… you tie me," she suggested shyly, in a tiny voice. She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching, to see his stiff penis twitching and jerking with desire for her. She looked in his eyes, then stared boldly at the swollen, gristly hump of his crotch.

"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still-untied cord go slack around her extended wrists. Quickly he removed his shirt, and she devoured his powerful, athletic torso with her eyes, relishing the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach, and the thinner fur on the backs of his shoulders. He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and briefs down his strong legs in one motion. His huge red prick sprang up, swelling and bobbing and jumping, and Fawn gasped as she stared at it, because if anything it was even bigger than Eric's, fatter and longer by at least an inch, it's shiny purplish head an angry pulsing balloon of hot flesh. Half-terrified, but also halfstarved with hunger for it, she stared at the massive thundering cock and knew suddenly that she had got more than she had bargained for, but that there was no way to turn back now. What she had had in mind would have been excruciating enough without this immense fucktool giving it to her, but now… now…

He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eves, and he stepped close to her again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose.

"Oh my god!" she murmured, "oh my god!" She stroked its fiercely ridged stalk with her shaking fingers, then bent forward and took the bulbous, flaring head of it into her mouth and sucked it, first softly, then more urgently, even maniacally. And he allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure her mouth gave him, and gently pitched his hips upward, fucking up into her soft palate. But then he pulled back, pulled his prick free of her slurping, clasping lips.

Again he caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles, then pulled her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the extension cord. Fawn felt all of her flesh turn instantly to hot jelly, and she trembled so hard that she could barely-stay seated on the edge of the mattress. She whimpered with fear, unable to take her eyes off his surging stiff penis, the ballooning purple head of it still wet with her own spittle.

Gently he pushed her back on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach, nestling her head between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip. Oh god, oh god! she moaned to herself, it's happening, it's happening! I can't wait!

I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking!

Just do it to me, quick, quick!

Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he gently scooped his hand beneath her chin and lifted her face up from between her arms. "Don't you want to?" he hinted with his head, indicating that she should roll over onto her back.

Again the contrast of his rough, chapped, almost brutal hand gently cupping her chin made her shiver with excitement. She shook her head, shook it rapidly, nervously, but with determination. "I want it this way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh god, do it to me, do it to me, I'm dying, I want it, I want it!"

He smiled and shrugged, glancing down the smooth bronze expanse of her naked back to the high, upcurving globes of her quivering buttocks, still half-concealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties. "Whatever you say, little darling," he said. "Whatever you want, you can have."