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The first time I saw Cynthia walking into our office my breath just stopped for a moment.
I admit that I was deeply impressed by the delightful looks of this very attractive young lady, who just had turned into 19 years of age then.
Oh yeah, more than astounded I was by the pretty looks of this nice slim girl, 18 years younger than me.
My eyes scanned her appearance quickly but thoroughly as she walked past my desk and into our manager’s office.
She had a beautiful smile, brown eyes with slim eyebrows and as far as I could see in her suit, the perfect sizes and proportions.
Long and curly golden blond hair she had and she wore it in a high ponytail that day.
Her behind had something African, because it pointed a little backwards.
In her tight pants, that followed the curves of her legs beautifully, was the nice rounded shape of her buttocks clearly visible. Her breasts were a bit small, but nicely rounded and well formed.
You could clearly see she took good care of herself and her appearance. She was well dressed, decent looking and a little bit sexy.
I don’t want to brag that she was all perfect and she had the sizes of a supermodel, but she was just my type and even more than that, a really beautiful version….
I also don’t have to mention that she got the administrative job she applied for, of course…
So after our mentioned brief but stunning visual acquaintance she was finally introduced to us a few days later as Cynthia, our new colleague.
I quickly learnt to know her as a very spontaneous girl who was bright and clever and also very fond on laughing. The blondes-jokes didn’t apply on her!
She was attentive, alert, well spoken and popular. Everybody around her wanted to be in her favor and that is why I kept a certain distance at first so I could see what kind of lady she truly was regardless of her beautiful appearance.
A few months passed and all that time I observed her every move as inconspicuous as I could. When we spoke occasionally I was always polite to her and complaisant.
From the beginning however there was always an occasional brief eye contact as we passed each other or a cool word.
After a while she got bored by all those other intrusive people around her and more and more she tried to brake away from them.
Eventually she came my way by herself and at a certain day she introduced herself again to me, but now in a more personal way.
From an early stage we had both felt that there was some kind of click between us and the better we now learnt to know each other, the better we could get along.
In a short period we developed a close connection as very good colleagues and even friends.
Her appearance always kept stunning me, although I had no intentions with her.
Because of the difference in our ages I naively presumed that there was no danger in our relationship. I saw her in a way like the little sister I never had, but a very beautiful sister.
Over the next few years that we worked together in the office our collegial relationship grew closer and closer. When we were together just I glance at each other was enough to know what was going on or to know what the other one was thinking. The dull office-hours were always much more bearable when we were together.
In spite of having our own private relationships at home our bond got tighter and eventually more and more intimate as well.

2. Touching

In time I started to notice that she often touched me in a subtle way. For instance when I was working on my computer she had a habit of putting her hand over mine and help me with my application by moving my mouse around this way.
She also often came standing behind me as I was sitting at my desk and let her hand rest on my shoulder or she just touched me gently and modestly when and wherever possible.
I admit that I enjoyed the kind and gentle attention from her side and let it continue. I even gave her more opportunity to touch me as well.
When there was occasion to, we did some shopping or we just went out together and I felt always proud to be seen with her in public.
Also our lunch breaks we usually spent more and more together.
It became so normal that we went out together hat nobody around us had any suspicion any more.
Remarks about us in the beginning were always strongly put aside by her and in general we let everybody talk and gossip.
The man were jealous of me, the women (some however) were jealous of her, but in time there remarks and gossip faded away as they got used to our way of behaving.
As soon as she noticed that nobody took notice of us anymore her touches in time went beyond the way as I defined before.
She started to touch more of me, among witch my behind and she also let the back of her hand often closely touch my crotch when she was walking by.
She was certainly often teasing me!
She often said suggestive things, such as having a dislike for girls with pubic hair, because it made them look silly in their swimwear. Once I made a remark about how good I was in bed and she just told me that she had done gymnastics for years and was very flexible and had stamina!
Her teasing developed itself up to a point that she even grabbed me in the groin.
The first time I remember that she did this I was at the coffee corner of our company. I was there discussing some ‘of the record’ business with some colleagues and she came in, took a cup of tea and stood there before me.
She finished her tea, got rid of the cup and then moved her hand behind her back and just grabbed me between my legs for a short moment, holding me by the balls! Without looking at me or around she then walked away, just as if nothing had happened. But something happened for sure! I got an erection…
Since that moment on it became more difficult to me to keep control over myself.
This girl was not as unreachable as I had imagined.
I liked her to much just as a friend or sister, I had to be really honest to myself and admit that I had been sexually attracted to her from the start, suppressing it wasn’t possible any more now.
Did I fell in love with her already and long ago?
More and more a started to long for her, I wanted to touch her myself now and I wanted to touch her in the places you don’t normally touch such a young lady!
She knew very well how I craved for her and she loved to tease me often, but always subtle.
She played by the rules of the game but it was her game and she had made those rules!
We were still very good friends, but sex seemed to be in a reachable area.

3. The breakthrough

Although we both never spoke of the “L-word”, we sometimes had admitted to each other that we could really be a nice couple together.
Summer came and one day during our lunch break we were out in the sun talking about life, our expectations, our wishes for the future and our current relationships and so on.
That day Cynthia admitted to me that she was not feeling so very well inside her beautiful skin for some time now. I told her that I had already noticed this.
She looked me in the eyes and I then I asked her what was missing in her life.
Just a short and simple question, but it had a huge impact on her and she suddenly broke down and cried.
She then started to tell that she was not feeling that lucky at all in her life.
She had drawn an emotional shield around herself and had thought that no one would notice. But I had noticed and now I had pierced her shield with just a simple question.
Richard, her boyfriend was a nice guy, but their lives went their own ways and the one thing that became missing was some love and understanding in her relationship. The last time she felt ignored by him, taken for granted and not so special for him any more.
I on the other hand, gave her those feelings and attention on a daily basis.
The whole story came out and this time she really spoke of her deepest feelings about her relationship and her doubts.
Just all those little things became missing in her life, those things I said or we did, so in her life she had noticed that she missed someone who was just like me!
The thing that made everything more serious for her was the fact that they were about to purchase a house together. A house would financially bind them, before they even had plans for marriage or even kids.
I thought of it as the classic example of two young persons who are just living their lives until they reach a point in life where suddenly everything becomes more serious.
Now she had really gave it a good thought it suddenly had struck her that she had her doubts about her life, her boyfriend, the house they were about to purchase and so on.
And those doubts were there for some time now.
Especially the fact that we could get along so fine made her feelings worse.
Her relationship had to change and change very fast or it would go wrong and she would finish it.
Her boyfriend was given has last change, because she also began to see me also more and more as a possible father of her children in the near future and she could even start to imagine growing old together.
She was real about it and didn’t think he could change, not in time anyhow.
She looked me determined in my eyes with her beautiful green/brown eyes when she was telling me this last piece.
I felt I was just a small step away of being with her.
This beautiful young girl was not as unreachable at all as I had imagined.
The following days there was something in the air between us. The tension was almost unbearable and it even made it difficult to do my job properly.
The next few breaks out in the sun we even missed due to some bad weather. We had some small talks now and then but finally she signaled to meet her in the archive room.
She went there and told me to wait a few minutes before I would follow her.
Normally it was the place we came if we needed a place to gossip about our most irritating colleagues and to discuss what was going on, but this time however we had nothing to discuss.
We just looked each other deeply in the eyes.
A short while we hesitated and then we came to closer together until finally our mouths met.
We kissed and I embraced her, pulled her close and took both her buttocks in my hands when my tongue met her tongue.
Now I finally touched her in a way I desired for so long!
A heartfelt French kiss followed but didn’t last for long. We had to leave before somebody would notice our absence and with reluctance we went back to our separate working spots.
But the tension stayed on and luckily the next lunch break the weather was fine and we went to our private place in the grass again.
We sat down on the blanket I took from my car and she lay down in my leap again and looked up to me.
My hand rested on her belly now and she was okay with that.
I let my hand slide a bit upwards until just below her breasts. I could feel how her skin started to go over in her breasts and it made my heart pound harder.
She looked into my eyes and said nothing, so my hand slit a bit further upwards now.
She allowed my hand inside her jacket and underneath, through the thin fabric of her shirt and bra, I could feel one of her firmly and rounded, small breasts, including her hardened nipple in the palm of my hand.
As I kneaded and played with one of her breasts for a short while she just closed her eyes and relaxed.
I was exited, but she interrupted me after a short while by telling that we sadly had to go, another lunch break had ended…
I still wanted more of her and the following break, the next day, we went outside again.
This time I even dared to put my hand on her leg and she didn’t stop me as I let it boldly and very slowly slide upwards over her inner leg and all the way under her skirt.
Dreamingly and mysteriously she looked me deep in the eyes as I did this and she even opened her legs a little bit so the upward movement of my hand would not be interrupted.
My hand came to a full stop where her legs met each other.
My index finger landed on the warm thin lace of her panties between her slim legs.
She opened her legs a bit more now and through the lace I could feel her warm vagina and the crevice between her pussy-lips..
One of her pussy-lips stuck outside her panties and I could feel that she had no pubic hear on her cunt. Everything I felt down there felt warm and smoothly.
I hesitated what to do for a moment and left my finger there waiting. My excitement give me the courage to move on and then I boldly tried to enter her panties and explore more of her intimate world, but again, just as my finger got between the thin lace and the skin of her pussy-lips, just millimeters away from the warm and wet entrance between her legs , she just laughed at me, closed her legs firmly and told me to stop.
She stood up and my hand was now draw from underneath her skirt.
Again the time had come to return to the office…..
From this day on I wanted only her exclusively for myself and i would pay any price to get her…

4. The turning point

I was impatiently looking forward for the next break of course, but there came no further exploration of Cynthia anymore.
The following period I tried to find out how she felt about what had happened and how she thought we had to continue, but I just couldn’t make any sense about what she wanted any more.
Did she only want a bit of fun and maybe have sex a sole time? I could live with that.
Did she want a lover to fill in the gaps in her relationship and off and on a good time between the sheets? That would also be fine with me.
Or did she want to go all the way and plan our lives together? In that case steps had to be taken sooner or later, or not so?
She kept the relation-door, as far as I could determine, wide open for me.
Sex, she said, was not an option yet. She could not do that before she had properly closed all of her issues so that she could move on.
But then everything changed from one day to another.
She avoided me a while and started to turn me down.
When I finally could speak to her she started talking about giving her relationship another impulse because she and her boyfriend had just decided to buy that house and she thought that that would be a good fresh start for them.
She talked and talked, but I did not want to hear what she said anymore.
My own relationship had stranded just a short while ago when I honestly confessed about my encounters with and love for Cynthia.
I had put everything that I had at risk and I was at the losing end on both sides now.
Cynthia even advised me to invest more in my own relationship to get everything moving again, but she clearly must have known that she was much to late with such advise.
I did not understand what had happened.
All the time we, I at least, were very open to each other about what was happening.
As we became more intimate together we had realized that this would have its effect.
Still we chose to push our borders until we became to intimate to turn back.
We had crossed to many lines now to just put it to a stop and simply continue our own lives as if nothing had happened.
But Cynthia wanted only to be friends again, nothing more. She liked my companionship and she felt no problems with what had happened.
I was stupefied.
I felt manipulated, abused, dumb, humiliated and I was full of confusion about how she had treated me, as a good friend.
True, we both had gone to far, however she could have put the brakes on in time when she knew I was getting my hopes up high for her..
I did my best to be friendly again and put those other feeling aside but in the back of my head I kept a feeling that she had got a kick out of manipulating me.
She, the nice girl that always got her way, had proven her might by testing me out.
She had won and as a bonus she had watched me break my own relationship for her!
In the end just a slight opening of her legs did the job perfectly for her.
Who was I? Some kind of toy? What had I done to deserve this?
The humiliation ate my self-confidence away and fed the feelings that grew in me from that moment on.
Her lack of respect for me became the fuel for what was going to happen…

5. The period after

Time passed and the affaire had a great impact on me.
In the end I even quit my job to escape from her continue influence.
It took me a while before I really found my piece again, because she kept sending me emails at my new job and in those emails she insinuated that she missed me and wrote about how boring life was without me in the office and gossiped about my former colleagues.
I always reacted politely, but with some distance. I also waited longer and longer after receiving one of her e-mails before I replied.
The time between receiving mails from her increased and about one and a half years later she gave up mailing.
In the mean time I luckily got my own relationship back on the rails again.
A lot of talking, crying and fighting did the job and time also healed a lot of wounds.
In ‘camp Cynthia’ there had been no disturbance of course.
Her boyfriend has had his doubts, but Cynthia also manipulated him easily and the domestic piece stayed preserved (with or without an occasional opening of her legs I presume)
As time went by, the feeling of injustice grew taller in me. In my opinion she could not get away with this so easily. I wanted my self esteem back and even more than that, I wanted to be compensated for the misery she willingly caused me!
The only way I could think of to restore my honor as a man and provide enough satisfaction in this case was sex. Just having sex with Cynthia, only one time.
But that alone was not enough, I needed more than that. I should be sex that she would not enjoy, otherwise it would not be any punishment or lesson to her.
No, it had to be the kind of sex in witch I would be the ‘user’ and had to be in total control of what, where, how, how long and so on.
I kept on thinking about this for a long time. What should I do? What could be the consequences?
But the idea of raping Cynthia turned me on and on and made me extremely horny.
I masturbated myself more and more, looking at the few pictures I had kept of her.
I even retouched her photo’s in Photoshop, by putting her face into downloaded pornography pictures so I could visually make her do things and let her pose in different erotic ways.
On the internet I started to study the digital tracks she left behind.
It amazed me how much you can learn about anybody by only reading their blogs and the blogs of the friends surrounding that person.
At the time I left the company she became pregnant of her boyfriend.
Online I noticed that she meanwhile had given birth to a daughter later that same year.
That daughter had just had her first birthday.
I found short messages of Cynthia, complaining about not being able to find a babysitter on some occasions. She complained about not being able to go out as often as she used to do and she was missing her friends. She mentioned that her little dog was ill. She complained about the extra nightshifts of her boyfriend and more and more the puzzle of her life got clearer as I collected more pieces.
Suddenly all those pieces seemed to fall together on a particular moment, a certain day, a Wednesday…..
That particular Wednesday night she would be alone with her baby daughter in her home.
Again her boyfriend had been given another extra nightshift and would be out until eleven o clock or so the next morning.
Her little doggy was at her mother’s place that night, so that she would not waste any time bringing it the next morning and she only had to bring her baby daughter into day-care so she was able to be at her work in time.
A friend replied the she would come over in the evening for a short visit and she would not be so alone.
The more and more I puzzled, the more I got convinced that there was no better occasion thinkable than that particular Wednesday if I ever wanted to get even.
If I wanted my inner piece and self-respect back again then I really had to take action that given Wednesday, or otherwise keep my piece for a long time!
I felt exited and a criminal master brain and eventually I acted and went on my way that particular evening.
I had to drive for a good half hour before I was in her neighborhood and I could still make my mind up at any moment.

6. A house call

The house on Oakwood avenue was the one on the most left in a small block of four.
There was a street light out front, just in front of her house, but a large bush in her front yard kept the light away en left the front door in the dark.
The lantern beside the door was turned off.
When I reached the door I recognized the two pots with spherical cut bushes that I bought with Cynthia a few years earlier during one of our lunch breaks.
These bushes marked the doorway and were poorly cut in shape.
My hopes were on the spare key to get inside her house, otherwise I had to return as unsatisfied as I came.
Some time ago I had advised Cynthia to hide an extra key just after they bought the house, so their friends and relatives could enter it to clean, paint and do other chores inside.
A spare key would not bother her so she would drive by each day to open up the house and it also came in handy when her mother visited to do her housekeeping, watch after the dog or deliver stuff.
In those days she herself forgot her own key sometimes and the spare key had also saved her a few times before.
Now, two years later, It would also benefit me, but only if it was still there…
I pulled the left bush out of its outer pot and felt into the layer of dirt at the bottom.
I found the key almost directly, but in a layer of mud.
I took a tissue and cleaned it a bit. It felt rusty and forgotten.
Rigid it went into the door lock, but it still fitted. I turned it and the lock opened with a soft click. My heartbeat accelerated when the door opened a bit.
I removed the key, wiped it and then quickly I hid the key again into its layer of dirt and put the bush back into its pot.
I stared at the small opening of the door for a moment and just before half past two at night I cautiously entered the house of Cynthia and as quietly as I could I closed the door behind me.
For a moment I let my eyes get used to the darkness and I got acclimatized a bit.
In the soft light I saw the cabinet Cynthia herself proudly spoke of and witch she herself had made around her radiator.
Memories about our good times came to mind, but they were quickly followed by the bitter taste she left in the end.
Thinking of her, especially about her nice body, turned me on and kept me going.
When I had collected enough courage and/or felt horny enough I put my feet on the stairs and went up as silent as possible.
The carpet on the stairs muffled the soft sound of my footsteps as I went up to the first floor.
When I arrived at the hallway a rested again for a moment and looked at the situation.
All the bedroom doors stood wide open. I could even see the outline of Cynthia in her bed, she was in a deep rest.
Her curtains were closed, but enough light came through them and I got a good look into her room.
The streetlamp provided enough lighting at this level and enabled me to see her golden blond hair shining.
Close to the doorway was a chair standing. Draped over the back of the chair were dark clothes with badges on them. These were apparently the clothes of her boyfriend.
I stepped inside and took the shirt that was on top.
On the opposite site of Cynthia’s room there was the room of her baby daughter, who was also asleep.
I passed both bedrooms and moved on to the bathroom across the hallway.
I first wetted a washcloth at the sink and cleaned the dirt from my hands that rested from taking her key from the dirt.
I changed my shirt for the one I just took from the bedroom. It was a dark blue long sleeve T-shirt and it smelled like male sweat. On what was apparently the sink-side of Richard, her boyfriend, I took a deodorant and a perfume which were indicated with:’ for men’. I put some on me, to mask my odor and I also boldly used his mouthwash. My scent-camouflage was complete.
Now I turned to the laundry-basket that was next to the toilet.
The basket was nearly full and I took a look through it.
Between the various used clothing I found some black Calvin Klein ladies panties. I took them out and held them in the dim light. In the designer crotch a narrow dried up ‘snail-trail’ was visible.
The panties smelled like laundry, sweat and cunt.
Over the side of the laundry-basket was the lingerie set hanging that Cynthia apparently had worn that day. It was a darkish colored and stylish set of ‘After Eden’ panties and bra’s with a lot of lace and thin straps.
Again I investigated the interior of the laundry-basket and quickly I found yet another sexy pair of used panties and a ladies shirt.
I smelled at the ladies scent of the collected lingerie items and took them with me.
Now I went to Cynthia’s bedroom, who was still at rest and in her first deep sleep phase.
I rolled my balaclava down over my face, just in case, and I entered Cynthia’s bedroom.
There she was, sleeping. I was at her bedside after all this time and could touch her now.
I took some time first to look at her beautiful peaceful sleeping face and, as ever, it made my heartbeat increase again.
For a moment I hesitated and considerate if I should be satisfied with my lingerie loot and just leave now, but my hornyness, the fact that I was already this far and the knowledge that this moment was the best ever made me continue my plan….

7. Execution

I had made very thorough preparations and the circumstances couldn’t be any better, because up till now everything was going very fortunate.
In my mind I listed: Her boyfriend is out on an extra nightshift, her little doggie is at her mother’s place, the spare key was still in the pot….
Destiny just cried out to me to take full advantage of this situation!
For the occasion I hadn’t put on any underwear myself but just a pair of dark jogging trousers, a long sleeve T-shirt and a balaclava, rolled up as a hat.
My erection was now clearly visible.
Inside a linen bag I had also put some pre-fitted bondage, tape, a small knife and some Ty-wraps.
Cynthia was sleeping on her right side. Her left foot came from under her covers.
If I wanted to really realize my ultimate sexual wish list I would prefer to have her on her backside of course, but that position was out of the question now. It was far to risky, so I had made my plans to get her on her belly to minimize the chance of getting recognized by her.
To accomplish this I had thought of a simple, but effective plan to immobilize her.
But I also had to execute this plan as quickly as I could because I knew she was very well capable of defending herself. Her sleep and the element of surprise would give me my advantage and hopefully enough time to tie her up.
No escape plans were made in case I had to abort the mission!
As preparation I had made four loops with those flat nylon bands witch were normally used to secure cargo on roof rack of a car. Inside these loops a had attached a soft fabric, so they would fit her comfortably and cause her no injury or damage.
I took one of the bands from my bag and got started.
I took her left and exposed ankle an put one of the loops around it and secured it tightly, but in a way that she could move her ankle freely, but could not free herself.
The other end of the band I then tied to the left and nearest leg of the bed.
Under the bedcovers I then found her other ankle and took hold of it firmly.
I moved it calmly, but with some force, to the right side of the bed.
The still sleeping Cynthia easily rolled over onto her stomach as I moved her legs apart.
I put the loop of another strap over her ankle, secured it and then pulled the leg a bit further to the side, so she came to lie in a nicely spread position.
Then I secured the band to the right leg of the bed.
Cynthia’s sleep was disturbed and she now started to mention that something was going on so I had to carry on quickly.
Her left arm was above her pillow and I put another loop around it.
Soon, just like her ankles, her wrist was secured and attached to the left leg of her bed.
I pulled it upwards and kept the band short, so she lie there with her arm stretched out, able to touch the bedside.
She started to wake up and confused she softly moaned: “Rich….Richard is that you?”
With some trouble I found her right arm and got it stretched out above her head as well.
I had to pull it firmly, but I got hold of it and could fit it with the last loop.
Her last wrist I then also attached to the left leg of the bed.
There she was now, laying diagonally on her stomach in her own bed, tied up as a upside-down letter “Y” and barely able to move
“Rich….Richard, what are you doing?!…” Cynthia lay dazzled and sleepy in her bed.
Her face was buried between her stretched arms and that made her visibility poor.
“Rich……Richard?!……please say something sweetie….Rich…” She woke up a little bit more now and pulled her hands and ankles to see why she was restricted and tried to free herself.
I checked my bondage a final time and saw that she could not get out of any of the loops.
Having trust in my bondage I then took of my shoes, socks and trousers.
According to her alarm clock It was now just before two o clock at night and here I was, with my naked and ready and erected dick in Cynthia’s bedroom!

I opened the curtains a little bit to enable more light into the room and returned to the bed again where I ripped the covers from the bed.
I looked at her, lying there in her pajamas
Just an oversized shirt and underneath a lair of white panties, nothing more.
I pulled the shirt upwards and over her head so she was disabled of seeing anything.
Her perfect backbone was now visible until her neck.
I freed my face from the warm balaclava.
“Richard, what are you doing?…Why am I tied up? Didn’t you have an extra shift?…Rich?!…” Still dazed she started asking all kinds of questions, but I kept my silence and let my hands do the talking now.
I started to caress and massage her warm backside.
“Mmmmmm…oh yes, go on….mmmmmm….” She started to relax a bit more again and still dreamy she let me proceed.
I wondered if she could feel if my hands were other hands than she probably was used to, but she gave no reaction what so ever that implied that something was wrong.
I massaged her and even started to massage her nice bums and pulled them softly a bit outwards so I could see the white string in between.
I looked at how the color of her skin changed at the point where her anus was underneath that narrow string and saw where the string was sewn onto the lace at the font that covered her nice pussy.
Slowly and softly I let my finger follow the white string trough her anal seem.
I could clearly feel her tight anus underneath it at the spot where the color of her skin changed.
I slowly moved on descending through her butt and could feel how warm she was getting closer and closer to her pussy and finally put my hand under her, covering her whole pussy.
Cynthia had already mentioned that my focus was shifted from a nice relaxing massage into an exploration between her widened legs.
“Where…..eh…why this…..Richard?….what are you doing, are you…..” She hesitated, but my hands returned to the gentle massaging and caressing of her backside again and she didn’t finish her sentence.
She was quiet for a moment, but then she spoke soft, but clearly: “You are not going to rape me, are you?!”
In her voice I could recognize a bit of fear, but also excitement.
She was awake now, but still not alarmed.
Obviously she was presuming that her boyfriend had returned to surprise her with a naughty game of some sort and she was passive and waited to see what I had in mind for her.
No complaints, no struggle, nothing!
Because of this I decided to play along in making her belief I was her boyfriend Richard and quickly adjusted my plans….

8. The first touch

She started to speak again but this time I gently spanked her lovely ass.
A soft “smack” sounded as my hand hit her butt and she said “Ohh!” and kept her silence.
Again I studied her whole body. With her clothing on she had always been an enchanting thing to look at, but in the vague light of her own bedroom now she was, almost naked, really breath taking with her perfect backside, her slim waist and those long and beautiful legs.
I pulled her string outside her anal seem and put it on her right bum.
I then took her behind with both hands and spread her buttocks a bit further than I just had done and brought my head closer.
Then I started licking her behind and her anal seem thoroughly.
Sighing and moaning she enjoyed my oral spoiling and even pulled her ass a bit up, so I could reach her ass even better.
Drunk of the over the years gathered lust for this lady and especially her so perfect and young body, I licked her between her legs end pressed the tip of my tongue against the little star of her anus.
I licked my way to her pussy and reached the point were her pussy lips spread or came together and finally tasted her vagina.
My tongue even found its way a little into her pussy and I felt my dick press against my own belly, screaming for some action on this girl.
Cynthia still was relaxed and hot. Her pussy was soft, warm and wet en I enjoyed every drop of her fluid that I managed to lick out of her.
Passionate I kept licking her and with my tongue fully stretched I could even reach her clitoris.
“Oh Rich…oh yeah….Oh naughty boy…” She softly moaned all the time that i was licking her.
Because I couldn’t reach her pussy as well as I wanted from behind and because my mouth started to hurt from extending my tongue so long I had to stop my oral affairs.
“You aren’t stopping now, are you?” was her first complaint.
I spanked her again and a bit harder than the first time now. “Smack!” it sounded.
Again she kept quiet, only a withheld expression of pain was audible.
From now on only her moaning was permitted, nothing else.

For a moment I took a look at my hardened dick and just couldn’t believe that its full length soon should disappear into the beautiful young Cynthia who was in front of me.
I pulled her panties further sideways and also away from her pussy and I then stuck my stretched middle finger as deep as I could inside her pussy.
Her shaft felt lovely tight, warm and wet. I started to finger fuck her while my other hand massaged her firm behind.
She let her lower body move along with my movements as my finger was having intercourse with her. ‘We’ soon achieved her climax. “Oh….oh yes…..ooohhh yes….i’m coming, I’m coming…..aaahh..” She moaned as she got her First orgasm.
I paused and let my finger rest deep inside her.
I enjoyed her orgasm almost as much as she did, “Damn, what a gorgeous female this is” came to mind ”…and here she is, having an orgasm with my very own finger in her wet cunt!”
I tried to record this moment in my mind.
Apparently she still had no clue what exactly was going on It didn’t come to her mind that I was not the one who she thought I was.
She was horny and busy enjoying what happened, so I decided to take a big risk.
I knew that most of my desires now could come true, so I initiated “plan B”; to turn her around and lay her on her backside now.
More points from my list of sexual desires were in reach.
The thought of finally eating her pussy while she was on her back with her legs open wide for me really turned me further on than I already was.
Also, by turning her around I could bring some variety in my bondage and maybe she would not get suspicious to soon also.
Time was still a factor and there definitely would come a moment at witch she should discover that this was not what she thought it was…..

9. Plan B

I slowly pulled my finger from her cunt.
While she was still recovering from her first orgasm I carefully I removed her right foot from the bondage and brought her leg over to the other side of the bed.
On the left side the left loop quickly changed from her left to her right ankle.
Cynthia even co-operated submissive like a good girl and rolled over on her back and she even spread her legs willingly so I could easily secure her left ankle on the right side of the bed.
Apparently she liked my bondage thus far.
I looked up while tightening the loop around her ankle and my eyes were drawn to the small triangular shaped lace of her white panties covering her cunt.
Above I saw her small naked breasts.
Again i quickly but thoroughly checked her bondage, then I took the sexy and tasteful “After Eden” bra from my lingerie-loot and blinded the see-through lace by putting bits of tape inside the parts that normally contained her breasts.
With the balaclava over my face again I opened the buttons of her shirt slowly, one by one.
As I opened her shirt and as soon as her face showed she directly took a deep breath of fresh air.
Trying to see me she had to look against the dim light and therefore only saw only the dark contour of my covered head.
I on the other hand, could look very well into her sweet face, the face I had not seen for two years now and gosh, she still looked stunning.
I blinded her eyes with the modified bra and then took the balaclava off again.
For a moment my fingers played through Cynthia’s curly long golden hair.
Then I took both her small and firm breasts in my hands. They felt cold so I let my hands warm them up. They felt lovely.
As her tits warmed up again, I looked at her body.
Cynthia shivered a bit and awaited what my next move would be.
I looked at her panties. They looked very sexy on her, but I wanted to take them off now and get her naked.
When her tits were warmed enough I took a small razorblade from my bag and I cut through the sides of her panties at the height of her hips.
I took a deep breath I then I pulled the small cloth that was covering et pussy away.
The beautiful, young Cynthia lay there on her back in front of me, with her legs open wide and naked!
I was stunned by the looks of her nice and small and apparently also just shaved cunt, What a sight…
Her small breasts lay flattened but her nipples were hard.
She had carried a child, but still her shape was nearly perfect, even with the mark of a caesarean on her belly.
Her tummy was firm and muscular and below was her well shaven pussy.
The taste of that pussy was already in my mouth and the smell of it was already on my fingers.
A beam of light from the street lantern fell precisely on her lower body and it was as if it highlighted her pussy for me.
Her inner pussy-lips where small and almost stood out of the outer ones.
The tip of her swollen clitoris was shiny wet visible between her lips. It was erected and told that she still was exited.
Again I started to caress and massage her.
Her nice tits first. I softly pinched her nipples some times shortly and even meant to feel them harden and grow I bit more as I played with them.
Cynthia turned her blindfolded head sideways as I worked her tits and moaned softly as I pinched her nipples.
As I firmly took hold of both her naked tits in my hands I was reminded by the time when I first touched one of them, more than two years ago. This time however there was no shirt and no lace between my hands and them and this time there was no Cynthia or clock telling me to stop and return to our jobs.
No, This time they were naked and both mine!

10. The ultimate wish list

After a gentle massage of her breasts I let my finger enter her pussy again. She still felt warm and wet.
Then I kneeled down between her legs again and let my head descent so I could sniff the odour between her legs. The fresh and pure smell of pussy drove me mad.
But combined with the knowledge that this was the fresh and pure smell up close to Cynthia´s wet and ready to go pussy, that drove me almost insane.
I wanted to taste her pussy and eat her out.
With my thumbs I spread her pussy-lips wide and the smell of her pussy became even stronger now.
Her cunt even radiated its heat in my face.
The number one item on my list of wishes was about to be fulfilled: I finally started to eat her pussy.
I licked everything I could get my tong in and around and ate her.
Cynthia let her belly twist and turn and moaned loudly.
My tongue went up and down through the whole length of her vagina opening.
My fingers spread her lips as far is they could and all the wet pink flesh in front of me was mine to eat.
She tasted wet and moldy. She tasted like pussy, but really nice pussy.
She tasted even better then a pussy should taste like!
As I wildly stilled my hunger for her pussy Cynthia suddenly stopped moaning and her body just shocked a few times and I almost missed her second orgasm.
As she came I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and drove my finger deep in her pussy.
She came in a strong way and pressed her wet pussy against my face as her orgasm rushed through her body.
“Oohhh…stop….stop!…..please stop!” she cried, but I wasn’t going to stop, no not yet.
My taste for her pussy was still there and I kept on licking her pussy and sucking her clitoris.
She moaned constantly and louder now and soon her whole body started to tremble and shock again. She was given no chance to recover from her orgasm and even stronger as before she shortly after came even a third time.
“Stop, please stop!” She cried out louder now.
I stopped.
Cynthia’s body fell back in her bed as she sighted for a rest.
Her goddessly cunt-juices covered my face and I felt the muscles in my jaws aching from the long but tasty and exiting exercise. A feeling like having blown too many balloons.
The taste for her pussy was still there however.
For years I had, every time I saw her walking by, looked of that particular part of her yeans that covered this gorgeous pussy and I had always wondered how it would taste like.
Licking her had become such an obsession and the number one on my list if I ever had my way with her. And now finally had my way and that wish had come true, time for another wish….

11. Making love

Now it’s was my dick’s turn.
I pointed my erection towards the opening between Cynthia’s legs.
That opening was wet, hot and pinkish red of all the stimulation it already got.
The tip of my dick was dark purple, swollen and wet as well.
I gently pressed it against her pussy.
I wanted to see how it would enter her slowly and observe how it would disappear between those pussy-lips, but Cynthia moved her lower body within her restrictions towards my dick and it just smoothly slit inside her.
Her warm and wet pussy embraced the whole length of my hard swollen dick and I could enter inside her until my balls hit her behind.
I could not get any deeper into this girl than I now was.
For a moment our lower bodies pressed fiercely against each other but than I started to move in and out.
I now had the second item on my wish list: sexual intercourse with Cynthia.
I finally really fucked her, shagged her, nailed her……
My god this was feeling good.
Not only having sex with her, but even more she was also co-operating and so we were making love now!
Cynthia was hot and hungered for some dick inside.
She moved her body perfectly with every move I made.
Her flexible and athletic body twisted and turned and she moaned and groaned at every stroke my dick made inwards.
Could it get any better than this? A hot and horny Cynthia naked on her back with her legs open wide, craving for a good fuck!?
Didn’t she feel that my dick had different dimensions than the dick that normally fucked her?
Was she still really thinking that I was her own boyfriend or was she just a horny slut who just wanted to be fucked and didn’t even care who’s dick she had inside?
She must have noticed something!
“Oh yes……oh yeah Richard…” she moaned as we continued having sex together.
I let my hands move upwards alongside her middle and through her shaven armpits and finally I took hold of her breasts again.
We kept on fucking and I licked, massaged and pinched her breasts and nipples gently.
“Oh yes, fuck me….Richard, fuck me harder…” There I heard that name again.
I pulled my dick backwards, out of her warm cave and simultaneously I firmly pinched and turned her nipples in opposite directions.
“Ouch! Damn!” She replied to this painful impulse.
My hand covered her mouth before she could say any more and she understood that she had broken the rules by speaking, so she kept quiet again.
After her punishment I rammed my erection back deep inside her again and we went on fucking as if we never stopped.
Gosh I really wanted to come inside her now.
I wanted to flood her with my sperm.
She was such a great fuck and it felt so good to be inside of her hot, wet pussy.
In spite of having a baby, she was still feeling young and narrow between her legs.
Because of her caesarean the baby’s normal way out had luckily not been spoiled or maybe she was just usually a nicely tight girl.
I felt that every moment now my orgasm would come.
Ejaculating my sperm inside of her was very appealing, but it would also not be such a good idea so I withdrew my erection before it would be too late and I was able to prevent my orgasm.
I also certainly wanted to lick her cunt again tonight and could not use any other juices than hers.
Again I took a look at her naked body. Again my head descended and again I started to eat her pussy but much more gently this time.
Any time came to close to her clitoris she softly moaned.
The moaning became more distinctive when my tong circled around it.
When I gently sucked her clit into my mouth she moaned even louder and told me this way that that particular part of her body was still very sensitive after her three orgasms.
If I sucked it a bit harder she even begged me not to touch her there anymore.
Begging was an exception to the rule of course, so no punishments now.
I let her beg now and then and sucked her clit a few times during another session of oral pleasuring.
She still was very wet and I collected as much of this wetness as I could and tried to drink her hornyness.
After a final and longer begging her body started shivering and shocking again. Shorter shocks than before, but firm and again she clearly had an orgasm, the fourth time this night!
The begging became crying and cursing if I continued to suck her clit, so I had to stop for now…
I was satisfied and tired of fucking her and eating her pussy for so long, but Cynthia was really exhausted now after her four orgasms that every time seemed to increase in strength also.
Goosebumps and sweat covered her body and were an implication of how she had enjoyed my treatment until now.
My original plan however had to proceed now, before she would notice that this was not the naughty game, in particular not with the person, she thought it was.
It was now easy to change her position again.
I adjusted her bondage so she came to lay on her stomach again as before.
While I was changing the position of her legs again she asked: “Will you free me now please Richard?”, but she still did not resist being tied up again.
She spoke and: “Smack” therefore she received another spank on her behind, a bit harder than before.
“Ouch!” She cried. “Please untie me now Richard, I don’t want to continue this…”
“Smack!!!” Another hard spank now followed. My punishing hand was clearly and in red visible on her behind but she bit her tongue and again she was quiet.
I tried to make up a bit by massaging and caressing her back and behind gently until she relaxed a bit more and continued to tolerate my game.
As soon as she was calm I craved to be inside of her again and I let my hand, with my index finger stretched forward, slide down between her bums in the direction of her pussy.
Cynthia let me finger fuck her again.
I left her clitoris at peace this time and only went inside with one and later on even two fingers.
When my two fingers started fucking her a wet and sloppy sound was audible because of the opening between her pussy-lips. That sound made it clear that she still was wet enough to be ´used´.
Her body however wasn’t moving any more on my stimulants and I understood her hint that she was not very eager to co-operate anymore now.
She had enjoyed what we had done, but it seemed to be enough now…

12. Back to the original plan

A took a pillow and put it under her stomach and hips so her pretty little ass was helped upwards and it would be easier for me to have access to her from behind.
I took place behind her and brought my purple swollen dick-head close to the entrance of her vagina once more and let it enter until only de head was inside.
“Careful!” she now said snappy, but said nothing more to prevent herself from another spank.
This time I watched how her inner pussy-lips slowly slid over my dicks head.
As soon as my head was inside I seized her slim hips and hold on tight to them.
“Don’t….” Frightened she started a sentence, but again she kept quiet.
Her pussy was still wet and also sensitive, but my cock had had a pause and was ready for some action again.
After her remark I waited a moment and slowly I only moved my head a bit up and down, just to see it come out between her pussy-lips and disappear between her pussy-lips.
My long erected and hard shaft didn’t not enter her.
I felt her relax a bit and I went on doing what I was doing.
It was nice to see her naked, her widened legs, her pretty ass, her gorgeous vagina and my own erected dick between all of that.
She soon relaxed more because she was still weakened by those orgasms she had already had tonight.
Then I held tight again and suddenly pounded the complete length of my dick completely into her pussy.
I entered with force and as deep as I possibly could.
It started to fuck her pussy from behind now, really deep and hard.
“Oh…oohhh..ouch….” Her groaning and moaning sounded more exhausted and tired now.
“Oh…ouch…oh…Be careful man!” she yammered as I kept on fucking her.
We went beyond making love and now I was fucking her and she was just being fucked!
Firmly and repeatedly I pulled her by her hips towards me to force my swollen dick as deep as possible inside of her
My balls hit her behind after every stroke I made inwards.
Still she tolerated this hardened way of playing. Maybe she understood that in this kind of role-play she had to be the submissive one and could not expect some control. Maybe she also wanted to push her own limits a bit or maybe she was just used to this kind of treatment and liked having it the hard way?
I screwed her as hard as I could and kept pumping until I felt that I could not put off my ejaculation any longer.
My balls started to cramp together and my seed started rushing through my shaft.
At the last moment I pulled my dick back.
At the moment my head came out of Cynthia’s sublime pussy I had my orgasm.
And a really intense orgasm it was.
Three, four, five long spurts of warm sperm were pumped out of my head and went over her behind where it landed on her backside.
Slowly the milky white semen flowed into her hollow spine and formed a small stretched pool there.
The last drop fell from the tip of my dick and landed on her side.
This last drop of semen I massaged into her skin until it was dried up and sticky, de rest I left undisturbed.
I started to lick her ass again and very soon, sooner than I am used to normally, I got a hard one again.
Now does my second erection always last much longer, but it is also more insensitive than the first one I get and I was determined to use it fully in this case.
Her clock told me that it was almost four a clock now. I could still not believe that all the time we were having sex this night she hadn’t had any clear noticeable suspicion yet, but that was about to change now….

13. A tougher game

Cynthia expressed her displeasure about her last fuck from behind and mainly about the warm and sticky surprise that just ended on her back.
Because she spoke I spanked her behind again and this time I really spanked her hard.
Another red hand was recognizable on her ass on the same place the other punishing hand mark had just fainted a bit.
Again she kept her piece, but not for long anymore.
Her assistance started to really tarnish from now on.
I let her murmur her complaints and licked her anus while I masturbated myself until my dick was hard enough again.
I tasted her ass and felt my dick growing in my own hand and as soon as it was firmly stiff again i let my head gently touch the little star in the middle of her nice and tasty ass.
“No!…No Richard, no!” she whispered snappish. “No don’t you do that!…..you know I that I don’t….” She now almost cried out to me because she understood what was pressing against her anus and with what intention.
With my hands I spread both the cheeks of her ass and I pressed my head fiercely now against the little pink anus in between.
The fourth point on my wish-list was about to be fulfilled.
Sadly I had to skip item number three from that list, because I did not expect her to give me some head now!
My purpose was to fuck her in her in her ass, if she wanted that or not!
Cynthia squeezed her sphincter as tight as she could to keep me outside.
She twisted and turned her ass as strongly as she could within her restrictions and finally tried to withstand me now.
“Damn you Richard!…Please stop now” she almost wept “This is not a funny game anymore!” I could tell by her voice that she got frightened now.
“Untie me now and let me go to sleep, please Richard, please!” She begged.
I didn’t want to hear her, I just wanted to fuck her ass, so with my left hand I pressed her head into her pillow to shut her up.
My right middle finger entered her vagina once more just to get wet and then it resolutely and forcefully entered the very tight hole between her buttocks.
The heavily tensed muscle, witch still tried to defend her from this unwanted intrusion, shut her behind for me and squeezed my fingertip hard as I slowly began to enter.
I pressed and pressed hard and my finger started to win.
I let go of her head. While she gasped for breath my finger dug deeper into her fine tight asshole.
“Ouch, damn you filthy asshole!” she cursed strikingly. I smiled.
“Richard stop this! Stop this right now!” she wept on, but the finger that forcefully had entered her behind stayed there and dug in even deeper.
When my whole finger was inside her I started to move my finger around through her lovely and tight feeling ass.
I felt extremely aroused by doing this. This feeling of having total power over her and everything that happened now gave a whole new dimension to what was going on.
The same way as she took control over me by just opening her legs a bit those years ago, the same way I was taking control now over her by fingering her ass now!
Making love with Cynthia had really been a wonderful gift the first few hours, but now the feeling of gaining back my honor predominated again.
The point I head expected to reach just after entering her bedroom some hours before finally came as she got suspicious now.
For her making love unexpectedly became a brutal rape now.
She cursed a while as I finger fucked her ass, but the resistance in her anal seam decreased noticeably as she realized that she was powerless in her situation and that she might as well relax to avoid a lot of unnecessary pain.
As soon as she widened up a bit I added my index finger to the tight opening as well so I could widen her rebellious ass even more now.
My two fingers now moved around inside the lovely ass of Cynthia and made her so little and tight star into a gaping hole now.
She clearly knew what was about to happen next, but I presumed that she surely must have enjoyed anal sex some time before.

14. Kicking in the backdoor

With a lump of spit as a lubricant I offered my dick once more at the arsehole of Cynthia.
The entrance was not so tight any more, now it was so brutally forced open.
Again I pressed my dick against her arse, but this time I finally saw my head slowly disappear inside her narrow anus.
I held on to her hips tightly so I could force my whole dick inside her now.
I saw her little arse stretch as my head went further inside.
I was satisfied to see how that little arse embraced the collar of my head as it passed.
One final time her sphincter tried to squeeze my dick hard, but my heart had pumped so much blood into my dick that it was just to hard for her to have any effect.
The still tied up young mother below me was totally powerless and could do nothing at all as I started to take her in her arse.
I took my time to insert my complete length of dick into her behind.
I harshly pulled her buttocks apart to get a good look on how I slowly drilled down into her arse with my erection.
The tightness of this narrow entrance really hurt my dick, so I had to help it by applying some extra spit occasionally.
A lot of small movements upwards and downwards finally got my dick completely into her ass until my balls rested against her beautiful rounded buttocks.
The pain I had to bear while forcing myself inside was in no comparison to what she had to endure. On every movement I made in her behind she moaned. These last moans were no moans of delight but moans of pain and humiliation.
The strokes of my up and down pumping dick got longer as her anal resistance faded and faded until the tension around her intruder just disappeared.
She broke her resistance in the end completely and ever more convenient i could move inside her arse now.
The lady who usually got her way in almost everything had nothing to tell or want now. I was her master now and she was my sex-slave who now almost complaisantly ‘cooperated’.
There was no need any more for me to hold on to her hips.
With one of my hands I raked into her blond hear and pulled the head of my fine sex-slave backwards and towards me.
Undisturbed I kept on pumping with my dick inside her ever so tight feeling arse.
Her ass squeezed my dick on every stroke as if it was a small and warm hand of a child.
I noticed some tears on her cheek below her bra-blindfold and knew she was in physical pain because she had tried to withstand me and emotional pain because she felt humiliated herself now.
My sympathy with her was to small now and in no relation to the pleasure I felt of being in her tight ass.
My arse-fuck lasted and to humiliate her even more I occasionally spanked her or pulled her head backwards by her hair another time.
Cynthia was now a fallen angel. What used to be every mans wet dream, the perfect mistress, had now fallen into a cheap, meaty article of use.
She had become such a cheap whore now that I wondered if I maybe should leave a bit of money on her dressing table for her so ‘kindly’ provided services.
Nobody but me was there to pleasure for her in here, only me and my bestial desires and I admit that I really enjoyed raping her at that moment!

15. Satisfaction

I don’t recall how long I’ve been screwing her ass, but finally I got some more feeling back into my dick and knew that an other orgasm should be on its way soon now.
Finally I withdrew my dick from her behind.
What must have seemed to last like forever to her, went over much to quickly for me.
Slowly the meaty pole that had poked her arse for so long came out between her buttocks and as my head left her antagonized arse, her anus was darkened red and even stayed wide open so you could almost look inside.
To be able to leave with a ‘tidy’ dick later on I inserted it into her wet pussy again and fucked my dick ‘clean’ again.
Now I really heard Cynthia weep for the first time.
I let my dick rest inside her and caressed her again for a moment.
“Leave me alone no!” She cried “Why?….Why like this?…….Did you have to?” she wept on “Just say something damned!”
But I spoke no word.
I just fucked her pussy slowly again.
“Just stop okay?!….Is it never enough for you??…what have I done?” She cried but her words still had no effect and I kept on screwing her slowly.
I just wasn’t able to stop anymore.
I fucked and fucked and fucked….
My upcoming orgasm made me realize that these were the last strokes of my dick inside the enchanting body of Cynthia.
In the end, when there was no postponement possible anymore, I just let it come.
Another intense orgasm followed and everything went black before my eyes end little stars became visible. My muscles relaxed for a moment and as I pulled my dick back for the very last time from her pussy just one, two….. three smaller spurts of semen left my dick and landed on her buttocks at the beginning of her anal seam.
I was completely exhausted now, but also very satisfied.
My sore, fatigued and fast weakening dick hung, still wet of the pussy it had been inside of for so long, between my legs now.
My balls also ached and were emptied.
I took her singlet and rolled it op, then I took the cut up white panties from the bed and started to stuff them, piece by piece into Cynthia’s vagina with my index finger until just a short cut up side hang out, just like the line of a tampon.
Gosh, this incomparable young cunt just seemed to stay wet forever!
“Damn you!….Hey, stop now damned!” She cursed as her cunt got stuffed with the cloth. “Go away and just leave me alone at last now, you sick bastard!” she cried, but again I silenced her by taking her brutally by her beautiful hair again and pulled her head backwards. She started to cry with her mouth wide open and I could easily gag her with the rolled up shirt.
Her protests and cursing were muted as the cloth went inside her mouth and the other cloth went further inside her pussy….
I kept her head pulled backwards and let my free hand play with her lovely firm tits for I while.
This time I treated them a lot rougher. I grabbed them and squeezed and kneaded them firmly, one after another. I pinched and pulled her nipples painfully.
Humiliation after humiliation followed and now I guessed she understood that this was not her pleasant evening full of surprises.
When I got bored of her tits I let go of her.
I reached between her legs again and slowly I pulled the panties from her worn inside.
The panties felt warm and were soaked with her juices and I definitely would keep them as a souvenir.

16. Preparing to leave

Before I would leave her she had to endure a final finger-fuck treatment.
This time I entered her pussy with three fingers folded together.
I pushed them inside and turned them across so her vagina stood wide open.
I felt how tight my hand was inside the warm opening between her pelvis.
I moved my hand and added a fourth finger and even my thumb at last but I could not get four of my fingers lined up.
She felt even tighter now as how she was feeling around my dick when it was in her arse.
I hand fucked her a bit, but could not enter any deeper than were my knuckles began.
I heard the soaking sounds again as my hand was in motion.
Cynthia was in pain and tried to scream through the cloth in her mouth.
For I moment I tried to press a bit harder to see if I could force my whole hand even more inwards, but my knuckles got jammed before they even passed the inner lips of her vagina.
I could almost fist-fuck her but even I decided that enough was enough at this point.
Enough sexual acts, enough intercourse, enough orgasms.
I wasn’t turned on enough or obsessed anymore to continue using her body.
It did not feet cruel enough to force my fist inside her and maybe really cause some serious damage to her.
I had entered my dick forcefully into her arse and that had been enough. My wish list was shortened substantially and it was fine with me now.
I stopped.
Cynthia lay softly crying on her bed motionless and raped.
She didn’t understand really well what had happened to her and maybe the idea that she had been raped all night by somebody else than her own boyfriend had occurred to her meanwhile.
My last orgasm still slowly oozed down her anal seam and had past her raw fucked anus.
My semen dripped along her pussy-lips.
Her limbs hurt from the long lasting bondage. Her pussy and ass were hurt from the many and lengthy times of intercourse and penetrations.
She could hardly move and was too tired to make any sound anymore.
She still was totally helpless.

I left the bedroom and went to the bathroom and washed my dick and my balls thoroughly at the sink. I hid the shirt I borrowed from Richard in the laundry basket and put my own shirt back on.
After that I refreshed my deodorant and perfume.
With a warm washcloth I returned to my victim and washed away the sticky tracks of my second ejaculation from between her buttocks and vagina.
Again I rinsed out the washcloth and then I cleaned the almost dried up stream of semen from my first ejaculation from her back.
I noticed how a red hand still showed on her fine ass
After a meticulous cleanup of Cynthia’s so heavily abused body I rinsed and wrenched out the washcloth thoroughly and hid it somewhere between the laundry.
Hopefully now all my DNA-evidence was taken off the scene.
Back inside the bedroom I dressed myself and put the balaclava over my face.
I then turned to Cynthia and removed the restriction from her mouth and made her pajamas descent again and buttoned them up.
I covered her with her bedcovers and removed the bra that had been used as blindfold.
“I hope you have had a good time, you basterd” she said indifferent. But her dried up mouth made it difficult to speak now.
The used and robbed pieces of lingerie I put in my bag as souvenirs.
I untied her legs and kept some distance to avoid an angry kick, but she just drew her legs up in a fetus position and kept them there.
Then I untied her hands from the bondage and put all the bondage in my bag.
Everything I used was in my bag now.
I quickly went down the stairs and silently I got out of her house.
I walked through the maze of dark allays in her neighborhood and was not expecting she would follow me.
I found my car and took off.
The clock in my radio told me that it was half past five in the morning as I drove away.
The sun started to come up.

Today, the day after, I’m writing this.
Not with the purpose to publish this and be proud of what I did, but to memorize this night as good as possible for myself.
The only proof I have of that fantastic sex with that beautiful girl is a very sore dick between my legs and the still soaked panties that were inside Cynthia’s vagina.
These things and the smell of young cunt from the wet cloth prove to me that everything really happened.
In my opinion we are even now.
In the following days I will check her internet movement off course and see if I notice anything that can tell about the thing that overcame her.
Maybe another visit in the future?

ConsentlessX

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