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You never know when someone from a long time ago will reenter your life. Especially if you left them wanting more ...
(20% done)

***WARNING: this story is not yet finished, and ends very abruptly***
She had called out of the blue a few weeks ago.  A friend of hers was getting
married only an hour away, and she had wondered whether she could stop by and
see him while she was in the area.  She had even dropped a few hints, making
it more than clear exactly why she wanted to see him again.
Peeking through the shades, he saw her walking up the path to the apartment 
door.  He was already getting hard, thinking about what he had planned for her.
Quietly, he moved to the side of door, right next to the large, faded living 
room chair he had gotten from his parents.  As he got in position, he heard 
her knock on the front door.  "Come in, it's open!" he shouted.
As she stepped into the room, he grabbed her from behind, wrapping one arm 
around her and clamping a hand over her mouth as she screamed in surprise.
"Relax, it's just me," he whispered into her ear as he held her close, feeling
her recover from her initial shock.  "You ok?"  He felt her nod.  "Over the 
last few days, I've been thinking about the things I used to do to you ..."
He removed his hand from her mouth, and let it slide down along her neck, 
then ran his hand down her arm to her wrist, pulling it behind her.  "And I 
remember you saying once that your favorite time was once when with no 
warning, I grabbed you, dragged you into the bedroom, stripped you while you 
struggled, and then held you down and fucked you."  His other hand found her 
other wrist, and he pulled it behind her as well, taking them both in one hand
as he held her wrists behind her.  "So, I thought you'd enjoy it if I caught 
you at the door, and bent you over the nearest object."  Lifting her wrists, 
he pushed her forward, bending her over the padded but firm arm of the living 
room chair.  With her wrists pinned against her back, he worked her jeans open
with his free hand.  "And I remember how wet you get when you're being 
dominated, how you're always soaking wet by the time I get your clothes off ..."
Hooking his hand in the back of her jeans and her underwear, he gave them a 
hard tug, pulling them halfway down her ass.  A small tug on each side, and 
they were past her hips.  With nothing more stopping them, he was easily able 
to push them down to her knees.  Undoing his pants, he pulled his dick out, 
stroking it as he looked at her, enjoying the sight of her bent over the 
chair, exposed and helpless.  "I knew I wouldn't have to wait long, that when 
you arrived, I could just bend you over and take you, not having to worry 
about getting you ready."  Not able to resist any more, he moved forward and 
pushed into her, burying himself inside her with one hard thrust as he heard 
her moan, "Oh, god ..."
Leaning forward, he let his weight rest on her hips as he enjoyed her warm 
silky wetness wrapped around him as she was impaled beneath him.  He rocked 
back and forth a little, feeling himself move inside her.  She was his again, 
and it felt wonderful.  Pulling back, he began fucking her with long, hard 
strokes.
He took a moment to enjoy the experience, as he watched himself fuck her as 
he took her from behind.  Getting your pants pulled down and being bent over 
the nearest object put her in such a submissive position.  She was his, now, 
to use until he released his pent up energy deep inside her.  He had her 
wrists pinned behind her back, and her shirt was starting to ride up her back 
as she struggled.  He knew she wasn't trying to get away.  She was struggling 
as hard as she could, just to remind herself of exactly how helpless she was, 
and from the way she was moaning, he knew she felt very, very helpless.  In 
turn, he pulled his hips back into slammed deep her as hard as he could, just 
to remind himself that she wasn't going anywhere.  As he thrust into her, he 
felt the chair rocking forward slightly with each push, and felt the slight 
give of her soft flesh as it stretched and moved to accomodate his rough use 
of her, her insides wrapped tightly around his hard and unyielding dick.
Looking down from her wrists, he saw her narrow waist, then the curve of her 
hips and nice ass, held in place as his hard thrusts drove her thighs into 
the arm of the chair.  In between ran the slender curve of her spine, until 
it disappeared into the lovely patch of delicate, sensitive pinkish flesh he 
was busy fucking.  He loved the look of a woman's pussy nestled between her 
legs, and loved watching what his dick was doing to her even more, seeing her 
lips spread open and wrapped around it; watching them move in an out of her 
as they clung to the hard pole she was impaled on.  She was really making a 
mess, though; she was obviously soaking wet.  He would have to make her clean 
that up later.  Reaching down, he stroked his thumb back and forth along the 
edge of her hole.  "You like that?" he asked, as he heard the gasp of a quick 
inhale.  "Yes," came the feeble response.  
Pushing harder, he started slowly massaging the sensitive flesh between her 
pussy and asshole.  He saw her body tense up, and a few hard strokes later he 
recognized the breathing changes and tightness that let he know she was 
cumming, despite the fact she rarely made any noise.  "I thought you couldn't 
come from getting fucked from behind," he asked rhetorically, not expecting 
an answer, since when he last fucked her, she was too young and shy to talk 
during sex.
"I never have before," she grunted during ragged breaths, "but you're fucking 
the living shit out of me!"  He gave her ass a good hard slap as he laughed.
"Glad you're enjoying it."  As he continued massaging her, he let the circles 
expand until he was brushing the edge of the pucker of her asshole on each 
rotation.  He had never even touched her there the last time he had known 
her, and he could feel her tense up.  The next time around, he let his thumb 
wander around her asshole, then returning to its journey, continuing in a 
figure eight fashion pressing deep into her soft flesh and then brushing 
lightly around the edge of her asshole.  He felt her trying to push her wrists
down her back, trying to get them in position where she could stop him from 
touching her like that, but he held them in place, and eventually felt her 
relax and stop trying.  He felt a second orgasm roll through her, as she 
realized there really was nothing she could do to stop him.  Almost over the 
edge himself, he closed his eyes and pounded away at her, with only a few 
strokes to wait before he could feel himself cumming inside her.  Pushing 
forward, he rested his hips on hers, and enjoyed the sensation of her 
tightness slowly squeezing his softening cock.
As he felt the sensation fade, he pulled out of her and pushed her off
the chair, letting catch herself as she landed in the middle of the
living room floor, her pants still around her knees.  Grabbing her by the
hair, he pulled her towards his crotch.  "Ok, now clean up the mess you made."
She looked up at him, pulling her head back, but not making any attempt to
remove his hand from her head.  "You can't mean you want me to ..."
"That's right, start licking," he responded, as he pushed her back in and 
started to rub the side of her face against his dick.  When she pulled back
again, she looked up at him, and this time, their eyes met for a few seconds.
When she looked down again, he felt her take him in her mouth, and she started
enthusiatically running her tongue along the entire length of him.
"Is that good enough?" she asked, after working on him for several
minutes.  "Very nice, thank you," he responded, looking down at her,
sitting on the floor in front of him, her jeans still wrapped around
her knees.  "Finish taking off your clothes," he said as he sat down
facing her.  When she was done, she looked at him hesitantly, her arms
folded across her chest.
"Don't cover yourself up," he said, "I like looking at you."  "I'm
sorry," she said, as she complied.  "It's just that I feel very
vulnerable sitting here completely naked while you're still fully
dressed."
"Maybe that's how I want you to feel," he said, grinning wickedly.
She blushed.  "You're different from when I used to know you."
"How so?" he asked, generally interested.  You didn't often get an
independent perspective on how you had changed over the years.
"You're ... more confident.  I could feel it in the way you took me.
When you, ah, ... your thumb ..."
He chuckled.  "Still haven't tried anal sex, eh?"
"No, I've made it very, very clear to everyone that entire area is
completely off limits."
"I remember you said that to me once."
She nodded.  "That's what I mean.  It didn't stop you."
He smiled.  "I've known more submissive women since I first knew you.
So I've had more practice reading them.  And I still know you pretty 
well, especially your sexual preferences."  She blushed.  
He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.  "So why didn't
you stop me if you didn't want your asshole played with?"
She bit her lip and looked down.  "You're different.  I like letting
you do whatever you want."
"Have you been dominated by anyone since I owned you?"
At the word 'owned' she turned bright red.  He did remember how to
push her buttons.  "No," she said quietly.  "Noone I've been with has
been into it," she said, brushing the hair from her face and looking
up at him.
"Yes, unfortunately, it's a rarer fantasy among men than women.  It
goes against everything we've been taught about how to treat women.
You throw out all the guys who can't walk the line between being
dominant and being an asshole, and there aren't many guys left.  Guys
are too busy thinking about two girls."
"You ever done that?" she asked, curious.
"No, to be honest, it doesn't do much for me."  They both paused.
"You were a very lucky girl once."
"I know," she said quietly.  "Too bad it didn't work out."
He shrugged.  "Shit happens.  You move on.  But at least I can still
give you a wonderful afternoon."
She smiled.  "So what are you going to do to me next?"
Reaching over he lifted up one of her ankles, spreading her open.
"Well, first we should get rid of that hair between your legs ..."
He lost his grip on her ankle as she snapped her legs closed.  She
tried to backpedal as he lunged toward her, but he was on top of
her before she could get anywhere.  He was larger than her, and
he had wrestled in high school, so it wasn't long before he had
her arms pinned behind her as he wrapped his belt around them.
Grabbing her by the hair, he tugged her upward, watching her tits
bounce as she struggled to her feet.  Once she had them under her, he
started pushing her forward, leading her towards the bathroom, where
he dumped her unceremoniously on the cold tile floor.  He ran some
warm water into the sink, then got his hand wet and started rubbing
the water into her crotch, massaging her mound and rubbing her clit as
he did so.  He saw her eyes soften up as she enjoyed the situation,
but her eyes went wide again when she saw him reach for the shaving
cream.  She started to close her legs a little, but a few firm smacks
on her inner thighs changed her mind, and she opened back up and let
him spread the shaving cream all over her pussy.
As he came at her with the razor, she looked him straight in the eye,
with a tear rolling down her cheek.  "Don't make me do this," she
begged.

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