Revenge Fuck

I watch her undress from the closet, door slightly ajar revealing only an inch of space to watch. She takes off her bra, letting her two perfect C cups fall out, her nipples perfectly pointed, begging for my mouth. She removes her panties. I watch them fall to the ground and I instinctively take a deep breath, longing to bury my nose in the crotch, smell her wetness, breathe her scent into my lungs. She crawls into bed naked. I smile. I know that when she goes to bed naked she is planning to pleasure herself. She told me herself in our text messages. For months we chatted, dirty messages in the middle of the night, dirty pictures. She sent me hundreds of them; her tits, her ass, her dripping wet pussy right after she came while thinking of me.

Unfortunately, I am married and as much as I wanted to fuck her tight ass and taste her beautiful cunt, I was too scared to cheat. I feared getting caught. It took me months to work up the courage and come up with a plan to meet up with her and consummate the glorious fuck we would surely have. Just before I did, she ended it. Just completely cut me off. Blocked my number. Left me writhing on the floor in withdrawals, Jonesing for her. 7 days without a single word from her left my mind a jumbled mess and my body aching to touch her. Knowing I had spiraled completely out of control, I broke into her home while she was away and hid in her closet. I would have her, maybe not the way I planned for months, but one way or another. So here I stood buck naked standing next to her clothes, smelling her perfume and watching her bring herself pleasure.

I listened as the buzz of the vibrator started up. I watched her eyes closed. I wondered if she still thought of me when she came. Her knees were bent, her hand moving in a slow steady rhythm. Over the buzz of the tool I heard her moan. My rock-hard cock was in my hand. I stroked it slowly watching her as she came close to her peak. Her hand massaged one of her breasts while the other moved the tool up and down her cunt. I love that her imagination is so dirty that she need only close her eyes to see the kinky shit that she loved that would assist her in her body-shaking orgasm. Her lips parted, and she let out a small cry. It took restraint to not burst in the door and shove my cock through those parted lips. Something she once begged me to do; something I've dreamed of.

I waited until I heard her breathing get deeper and slower and I knew she was asleep. I crept out into her room and stood next to her bed. She lay on her back, the sheet, the only cover she used, was only covering one breast, the other exposed, the nipple staring up at me waiting to be twisted, pulled, sucked. One leg was kicked out of the sheet. My eyes followed up her inner thigh to where the sheet lay covering her completely waxed pussy. I lowered my face to just mere inches above her covered mound and inhaled. She smelled like heaven and I wanted to taste her. My cock was hard again, and I started to stroke it as I watched her sleep. I wondered for a second if maybe she would be happy to see me. This could be a happy reunion, we could fuck all night, maybe make love a time or two. She would smile and say, "I'm so glad you came" and I would say "the pleasure was mine" and we would laugh. Or I was going to have to take what is owed to me, what she promised me. I gently took her wrists in one hand wrapping them with a zip tie. Her eyes fluttered open, they went from confusion to fear rather quickly. Like I expected, she let out a scream and I quickly shoved a gag in her mouth "Shut up." I pulled the sheet down revealing her full nakedness. I have pictures on my phone that I look at way too frequently that map out every spot on her body but I've never seen it in person.

My fingers trail up and down her body. "You're just as beautiful in person. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, just the opposite." I say stopping my fingers at the crest of her upper thigh "I'm just here to take what you promised me and give you the pleasure I promised you."

Her body, which at first was twisting to get away from me stops as if in defeat, or maybe curiosity.

My hands grab both of her breasts, massaging and twisting the nipples. She lets out a moan. She moves her tied hands above her head, giving me full access to her breasts. I lower her face to them and place gentle kisses on each, my tongue flicks each nipple. I can taste her lavender soap mixed a little bit with sweat from sleeping on this hot night.

My mouth trails down her belly kissing all the spots on the way, her hip bones, her pubic bone. Her hips tilt towards my mouth.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy now?" I ask? She nods enthusiastically. I let my tongue part the upper lips finding her hood, wet from her earlier masturbation session, or maybe anticipation of my mouth. My tongue circles her clit, flicking it gently. I watched her come on video a few times and I couldn't wait to watch it in person, up close, on my face, but first I wanted to taste every bit of her. Her hips bucked to my face, begging for more. I lowered my face, my tongue penetrating her warm hole while I let my nose rub her clit some more, all while breathing in her musky sweet scent that I dreamed of. My finger and tongue fight over her hole, taking turns penetrating, rubbing. I hear her cry out from the ball gag, a muffled wail and watch as her pussy contracts over my finger, tightening and loosening as if to pull it further in. Warm liquids seep out of her like a waterfall and I insert and second finger thrusting in and out rapidly as I lap up every ounce of her wetness, savoring her flavor and swallowing her into my soul. I look up to find her eyes closed, lost in the pleasure. Her body sweaty and limp.

I stand up and start stroking my cock again, my hand going up and down my shaft. I'd love to fuck her pretty mouth, but as much as she seems to be enjoying this I'm afraid if I take her gag out she'll still scream or worse, bite. "Do you want to get fucked now?" I ask her and she enthusiastically nods again. I kneel between her spread legs and spread them farther apart. The head of my dick is now just mere inches from her throbbing pussy, a moment I've yearned for these past few months. I look up at her and see the lust in her eyes. She's back, I think. The kinky sex-deprived kitten I've come to know. My little horny slut. She arches her back, pushing her pelvis closer to me, trying to impale herself on my stick. I rock forward, using my hand to guide myself to her. My head parting her lips, stretching her opening to allow my entrance. The slow pace is killing her, I can tell. She closes her eyes and bucks against me, begging for me to fill her. I need to enjoy this. I want to feel her inner walls close around my cock, massage me, milk me for her pleasure. My slow descent into her ends with my cock pressed against her cervix. I slide in and out pumping her with my desire. She rocks against me trying to fuck me at her pace. I hold her hips steady. I need to control the pace or I'm going to explode too soon. I bring her legs up to my shoulders, allowing my dick to penetrate even deeper. I kiss her soft legs next to my face and wrap my arms around them while I pump in and out of her, my balls bouncing against her ass that I've now lifted off the bed. I close my eyes and get lost in the feeling of being inside her, her moans of pleasure and the silky folds of her wet pussy lips as they grasp my dick, suctioning to me, holding me steady.

I drop her legs and thrust myself forward so my body lay on top of hers. I push her bound hands above her head and grab a fistful of her silky brown hair, slightly damp from the sweat of our fucking. I continue fucking her while I whisper in her ear. "You shouldn't have cut me out of your life, you stupid slut; you could have had this anytime you wanted. I told you we'd be good together. God, you feel so good."

I pull her hair harder and my mouth trails down her neck, licking, sucking, gently biting. The roughness, which I know she likes, sends her over the edge. I feel her body shake, her cunt is convulsing around my dick and I can feel her tighten and I can't help but empty myself, stream after stream of pent up cum shoots into her, fills up her canal. I can feel it seeping out of her, onto her sheets, dripping down my balls.

I stand up and look at her. She lay there completely used and abused and satisfied. I cut her zip tie and take a chance and pull out her ball gag. She doesn't scream or yell. As I walk towards the door I hope that I leave her to writhe in the bed thinking about me for days as I had to do with her. Think about my dick pounding into her, the lust in my eyes as I devoured her juicy sex. When I get to her bedroom door I hear her voice, quiet as a mouse whisper "thank you."