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Ex-girlfriend (Mf, bondage)

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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