4 comments/ 31224 views/ 20 favorites Her Secret Admirer By: Her Secret Admirer Tonight was monumental because tomorrow was the big day. Tomorrow he was going to speak to Sara Sweet for the first time, reveal himself as her Prince, her Secret Admirer, and ask her for a date. He'd need just one more time, to bolster his confidence. Max waited for Sara across the street from their building, like he had for the past couple of weeks. There she was, more beautiful with each day. Instantly, Max's cock sprang to attention and his lust began to build. He followed her to the bus stop and got on just behind her. Her perfume filled his nostrils as she walked slowly down the aisle in front of him. Someday they'd be walking down a different aisle, together, he thought. He stood so close to her on that bus, no more than an arm's reach away, praying the bus would brake or swerve suddenly, causing her body to bump into his. Oh, he ached to free his cock and take her right there. It seemed like only seconds and then they were at the train station. Max sat all the way at the back of the car and just stared at her the whole way, turning away each time she turned back to look around. It's like she can feel my love, he thought. Then they were at her stop. His plan was working perfectly! He quickly dashed to his car and in moments was tailing her out of the parking lot. She drove slowly onward and he made sure to keep a distance between them. He couldn't blow it now. In minutes, she was turning right, pulling into a cul-de-sac. Max turned left down the opposite street and looked in the rear view mirror to see which drive way she pulled into. Now that he knew where she lived, all he had to do was wait for nightfall. Max drove away, secure in the knowledge he had just attained. He had to get ready for tonight. He had to change into the dark sweatshirt and pants, dark shoes and stocking cap. He could remain hidden under cover of the night as he watched her. He waited until almost 10:00 PM, her lights down the street still visible from his vantage point. Quietly, he slipped out of his car and shut the door. No one around, he thought. Perfect! He crept towards her house, quiet, silent, unseen, invisible. In seconds he was under her living room window. Max's heart pounded in his chest. Slowly he looked in. She sat there, on her sofa watching television. She looked even more beautiful, if that was possible. She also looked sexier, having lost her conservative yet provocative business attire in favor of casual jeans and a loose t-shirt. Max yearned to bust through her door, reveal himself as her Prince and true love, so they could begin their life together. It took all of his self-control and lack of courage to remain simply a spectator. In seconds, Max was painfully aware of his throbbing erection. Thank God he wore loose sweat pants, he thought, to allow for his growing lust and arousal. He watched her as she sat on the sofa, watching television. He studied her face, the curves of her breasts under the loose fitting shirt, and the shape of her thighs in her blue jeans. She truly was a Goddess. A clock chimed in her living room and she reached for the remote, flicking off the television. He watched as she rose up, walked out of the room and shut off the lights. Down the hall, another light flicked on, and Max crept around the house to the lit window. Her bathroom. Max watched as Sara readied herself for bed. She brushed her teeth, staring straight at her reflection in the mirror, unaware of his presence a few feet away. With each brushing movement she made, her breasts swung freely beneath her cotton shirt. Instantly, he his began rubbing his throbbing cock through his loose pants. He squeezed the stiffening shaft as he watched her. Her breasts were bigger than he thought. Bigger, fuller. They moved like pendulums underneath her t-shirt, their weight swaying back and forth. Her nipples stiffened as they dragged across the fabric. Max breathing came heavier. His hand started moving faster on his cock. And, just like that, she switched off the light and left the bathroom. A few seconds later, another light switched on down the hall. He quickly dashed over towards the lighted window, just in time to watch the shade being pulled down. Max made for the other lighted window around the corner, in her back yard, just as that shade too was drawn. Only she had not taken it all the way down. There was maybe an inch, no more than two, above the sill and Max leered inside. She stood facing away from him, her back towards his peeping eyes. In one quick motion, Max watched as her delicate hands reached down, unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the front. She tugged them down, scissoring her shapely thighs to help the fabric move lower. Max held his breath while his heart beat madly against his ribs. She wore a thong, dark, maybe navy blue or black. Shiny, maybe silk, he thought. But he couldn't think. His entire being was focused on that thin strip of material as it dove down and out of site, down between her perfect ass cheeks. He stood outside of her window, motionless except for his hand, watching as she bent over in front of him to slide her jeans over her feet and finally, picking them off the floor. Like an upside down heart, her round, firm ass was there, on display, only inches from his lust. Max slipped his hand inside his pants and began stroking his cock. She turned slightly to her left and pulled off her t-shirt. Her body was even more amazing than he imagined. Her breasts were full, round, much bigger than her frame would indicate. Her nipples were small but hard. Stiff. Firm. Standing as she did, her body silhouetted from the overhead light, her nipples jutting forward from her Hershey kiss-shaped breasts. Oh, how Max yearned for them. To touch them, to lick them, to suck on them. His body was on fire, filled with lust. He wanted to bust through her window and take her there. She was more than he could have ever dreamt of. And then she moved her left hand up, slowly cupping her breast. He swallowed hard, watching as she closed her eyes, her left hand slowly moving, fondling, caressing the delicate skin she kept hidden. Her finger tips danced along her sensitive flesh, slowly working in circles towards her already stiff nipple. Max grunted under his breath, quietly, discreetly, peering in at her as his hand slid up and down along the length of his stiff cock. She leaned her head back as her fingers found her nipple. Her soft sensuous lips parted while she exhaled. He stared in disbelief as he saw her right hand trace the small trail down her stomach. Slowly, her fingers worked her nipple while her other hand moved down her body. Breathlessly, he watched as her hand slipped across the front of her thong and slid down to her pussy. Max held his breath as he watched her finger slide up and down her hidden lips. His cock felt like it would explode, literally explode, in his hand as he watched her through the partially shaded window. Just as suddenly, she stopped and turned towards the bed. He watched as she walked, her breasts swaying in synchronization with her movements. He watched her open the drawer in the stand next to her bed and take something out. Max stared in astonishment. In her left hand she held a large vibrator. She turned again, flipping the light switch with her right hand. Suddenly, the lights went off and Max's eyes saw nothing. It took a few seconds, but slowly he was able to make out shapes in her room again. She was on the bed, already under the covers. He could see slow movements as she lay there. The seconds passed and he gradually was able to see that she had resumed touching herself, her left hand still working her exposed breast while her right hand was beneath the bed sheets. He watched as she spread her legs under the covers, the fabric moving with her. As she did so, he pulled his sweatpants and underwear down to his thighs again, his hands free to stroke and fondle himself along with her. Her hands moved slowly over her body and Max followed suit. Up and down his hard shaft he worked his right hand. She slid her feet flat on the bed, her knees up and apart, working her own right hand between her parted thighs. She let out a small moan. So did Max. He picked up the pace as he saw her take her hand out from under the sheets, lift the vibrator, turn it on, and dive back down between her milky thighs. He watched as she threw her head back against the pillow , imagining the tip brushing her moist pussy lips. She let out another soft moan as she worked the vibrator up and down. Slowly, she began to circle her clit, letting out another gasp of pleasure as the pulsating head brushed across. Max's hand moved furiously along his shaft, up and down, pistonning on his aching cock. He could feel his orgasm building, boiling, rolling to that delicious point of no return. When she lifted her left breast up to her mouth, licking and sucking on her stiff nipple, he exploded. Max let out a large moan. His balls pumped and squeezed wave after wave of cum. He moaned again as his hand tightened around his shaft, his cum splashing on the side of her housel and on the dirt beneath her window. His moans were too loud. They brought Sara out of her trance-like state of ecstasy, her eyes wide open and staring straight at the window Max was perched lecherously in front of. In a flash, Max darted to his right, his hard cock still at attention, running, trying to pull up his pants with each stride. He ran and he ran, not looking back. In seconds, he was at his car. He jumped inside, hit the engine and sped away into the dark night. ***** After last night, Max wanted Sara more than ever. He had every intention of asking her out today, but what he saw last night made him put it off just a little longer. That morning, he called off work. Last night gave him other ideas. His lust for her was so great, his obsession so all-consuming, he simply had to get into her room. He simply had to do it. It would be easy too. He knew her routine, knew she'd be at work the whole day. He knew where she lived and that no one would be home. Max parked his car up the street and walked a block or so to her house on the cul-de-sac. Walked right up the driveway to the side door, away from any nosy neighbors. Popping open the back door was easy, something he learned in the misspent days of his youth that also came in handy as an adult. In seconds, he was closing the door behind him. Her kitchen was a lot nicer than his. Her whole house was, but Max was not here for decorating tips. He walked through the kitchen, down the hall and into her bed room. Max's heart began pounding as he stood in the doorway. The slatted wooden headboard was more masculine than he expected. Immediately, his cock sprang to attention as he looked down at her bed. The sheets were rumpled, the bed unmade. There, that's where she laid last night, masturbating, as he watched her from that window. He looked around. There, on the floor, were her discarded clothes. Wave after wave of desire washed over him. His lust grew, churning up from deep inside. God, he wanted her! She was so sexy. He had to have her. Max's cock ached and he instantly began stroking himself through his pants. He wanted more. His lust was insatiable. Without thinking, Max kicked off his shoes and began pulling his clothes off. In seconds he was naked, standing next to her bed, his large cock stiff and demanding attention. He looked down at thick, swollen head and noticed, lying on the floor at his feet, her underwear. The dark blue, silky, shiny thong, the thin garment that covered her treasures beneath those clothes, was right there. Max picked up her lingerie with his left hand while his right stroked his aching cock. The fabric felt good in his hands. But he wanted more. He raised it up to his face, to his nose, and inhaled deeply. Her musky smell, her pussy, her ass, her scent, filled his nostrils. Max's hand moved up and down his cock while he took another deep breath. He felt his knees weaken and laid down on her bed, where she laid last night, masturbating, just like he was doing now. Max opened his mouth and sucked at the small strip of fabric that covered her pussy and asshole, his saliva mixing with and re-invigorating her own secretions. But Max wanted more. He remembered the drawer next to the bed. He dropped her thong only to reach over, open the drawer and take out her vibrator. Max's balls ached as he studied the phallic shape, envying the rubber and plastic device for its intimacy with his Goddess. He held it closer to his face, studying every long, sleek curve. He could feel his unquenchable lust burning, his balls aching for relief. As if in a dream, he dropped his cock and reached for her thong with his right hand. He slid the silky material along the length of his cock, brushing down between his legs and his swollen balls. Up and down, he lovingly brushed his throbbing cock with her thong until he could take no more. He held his cock and the silky lingerie in his right hand and began stroking himself, jacking himself into her underwear. Max stuck out his tongue and licked her vibrator. In seconds, he was licking and sucking all around, tasting her juices spilled on that instrument of pleasure from the night before. The intensity was more than he could stand. His balls began to tighten and Max felt that incredible wave of ecstasy beginning to wash over him. His cock exploded, his balls pumping cum into her thin undergarment as he licked her juices clean from the dildo. Wave after wave, his orgasm was more intense than ever before. The thin material of her thong was no match for his lust. His cum drenched the fabric, the overflow on his thigh as well as the bed sheet. Max didn't care. He was in heaven. He'd never felt like this before. He was in love with a Goddess. The next time, it would be her in this bed with him, not his imagination. ***** Sara came home from another incessantly monotonous day of work. Another generic candy bar and that same unimaginative note greeted her at her desk this morning. Whoever this freak was, it was beginning to creep her out. She was sure someone was watching her during the day. Her sixth sense was always on lately and it was beginning to wear on her nerves. Even last night, lying in bed, she had that feeling. The creep robbed her of a good orgasm. Instead of that earth-shattering-let's-have-a-cigarette climax she had so desperately needed, all she could manage was a little tingle. She kept thinking she heard noises outside her window, but when she got up to check, nothing. The creep was in her head and she was ready for him to leave her alone. She walked into her bedroom. She was such a slob. The bed sheets were practically strewn on the floor. She knew she didn't sleep well last night, especially with her anti-climatic climax, but she didn't think she had tossed and turned that much. She scooped up the sheets and her discarded clothing from the floor and walked to the laundry room. She separated the sheets and tossed them into the washing machine. She began organizing piles of clothing on the floor for the next loads. Whites here, colors here, delicates here. Still a bit edgy, she noticed her thong was missing. Brand new, only worn once, but it wasn't here with all the other clothes. She probably missed it when she picked up her clothes off the floor. She was such a slob. Walking back into her bedroom, she noticed her night stand drawer was slightly ajar. That's odd, she thought. She always made sure to close that one. That's where she kept Big Bill. Sara opened the drawer. There it was, but not like she normally left it. She always put Big Bill in head first, with the tip towards the back of the drawer. But not now. Now, Big Bill was the other way around, with the tip towards the handle. Sara shook her head. She really needs to get this thing with the creep over with so she can get her life back on track. ***** Today was the day. The normal morning buzz filled the air of the lobby as people rushed by, to and fro, on their way to work. Max waited patiently, his coverall's clean, his hair neatly combed, his face clean shaven. Today was the day he'd finally break his silence and speak to Sara Sweet. She must be going crazy, he thought, wondering when her Secret Admirer would finally reveal himself. Today was the day. And, right on time, in through the revolving doors walked the object of his obsession. Max thought he'd never seen her more beautiful. The sunlight followed her as she entered the large space, warming her in its glow much like she had done for him. She strode purposefully yet gracefully towards the elevators, just like every morning. From the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching from the left, making straight for her path. Max's heart pounded in his chest as he approached and then he saw her noticing him. Her long, wavy red hair turned towards him, her green eyes finally looking into his. Their paths finally converged and they both stopped, Max's smile beaming, lighting the entire lobby. Sara stared disdainfully at him. Slowly, she looked him up and down, a bouquet of flowers in his hand, standing in his coverall's and workboats. Then she noticed the candy bar in his other hand. The same candy bar he'd been leaving at her desk now for weeks. His beaming smile told her the rest. Angrily, she growled, "You? You're the one?" Max continued smiling, smiling that silly smile, that silly, speechless smile, merely nodding in her presence. "You're kidding, right? This has got to be some kind of joke. OK, who put you up to this?" she continued, looking around to find the prankster. Max's smile began to fade. "Look, ah," she added, looking at his name tag, "Max is it? Look, Max, I don't mean to be cruel or anything, but you've got some nerve, coming into my office like that." His smile vanished as she continued. "You can't be serious?" she barked. "Do you really think I'd go out with someone like you? You're a janitor, for Christ's sake." He dropped his head, lowering the bouquet and staring at his boots. "You've been following me too, haven't you?" she asked angrily. "Scarring me half to death. Let me make this really clear, Max. I'm not interested. Not now. Not ever. You got that? You give me the creeps. Don't give me any more candy, no more notes. Keep your flowers. Find some little all-night diner waitress and live happily ever after. Just leave me alone." Sara brushed passed him on her way to the elevators. Crushed, heartbroken, Max turned and watched her leave. "You didn't have to be so mean," was all he could muster. "Leave me alone," she repeated loudly, loud enough for some bystanders to turn and watch Max's defeat. The doors opened and she slipped into the elevator. "I told ya so," laughed the old black security guard from his desk. "I tried ta help ya but ya wouldn't listen." Max threw the flowers and candy on the floor, glared at the old man and marched away. This isn't over, he angrily thought. Not be a long shot. Who does she think she is? Nobody treats Max like that and gets away with it. Nobody, not even a Goddess. ***** Sara closed the kitchen door behind her and locked it. God, what a miserable day, she thought. Thank God it's finally over. She dropped her purse on the counter and headed straight for the bedroom. All she wanted to do was relax. Work was a pain in the butt, as usual. At least she finally took care of her stalker. No more worrying about 'Max', she thought. Sara kicked off her high heels as she entered her bedroom. She was back on her game, she thought. No bed sheets or dirty laundry strewn about the floor. No, the room looked nice. She didn't notice the gym bag on the floor on the other side of the bed. Her Secret Admirer It felt good to get out of those heels and she slipped her jacket off as well. Sara stood in front of her closet, closed her eyes, stretched her arms up over her head and exhaled sharply. Maybe I can finally get a good night's sleep, she thought. Suddenly, the closet door burst open causing Sara to gasp in startled amazement. Fear instantly coursed through her body and she took one step backward. Quickly, Max burst from the closet into the room. "You," she blurted in astonishment. In a flash he was on her. "What the ...?" she screamed, swinging a big, arcing roundhouse right hand punch at him. Max easily blocked it. "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" she yelled. Her words fell on deaf ears. Max continued forward and was quickly on top of her, pushing her back onto the bed. She swung her arms and kicked her legs at him as they wrestled. Sara was suddenly acutely aware of Max's much larger, much stronger physique. "Why'd you have to be such a bitch?" he angrily growled as he gained control of her. She thrust her head forward, up at him, hoping to bust his nose but he was too quick for her. Sara screamed loudly and continued kicking and struggling, trying to get away from her much larger attacker. Max laid his full body weight on her, pinning her to the mattress beneath. He grabbed one wrist in his hand, then the other and pulled them over her head. With minimal effort, he was able to pin both of her hands down with one of his above her head. Sara screamed loudly again and lashed out, trying to bite him anywhere on his face. With his free hand, Max slapped her hard across the cheek. The sound of his palm striking her flesh resonated throughout the room and caused Sara to cease struggling for a second, both from fear and from shock. That's all the time Max needed. With cat-like quickness, Max reached his free hand into the bag he'd placed on the floor next to the bed and pulled out a pair of manacles. Before Sara realized what was happening, he'd cuffed her left hand and looped the chain through the wooden slats of her headboard. The feeling of the cold steel on her wrists reinforced the sense of urgency Sara suddenly felt. She fought against Max with all her might, twisting and turning, hoping to through him off of her or onto the floor. She thrust one knee upward, desperately seeking that most sensitive of areas, but her tight skirt and Max's considerable weight advantage rendered the blow ineffective. She thrust again and again but to no avail. Max wrestled with her, simply pinning her down as she struggled. Quickly, any strength she had began to fade under the much more powerful attacker. Feeling her weakening, he held her free hand down, jerked on the handcuffs and pulled it closer. In one final flurry, Max cuffed her free hand and rolled off of her twisting body. Finally free from his weight, Sara lashed out at her restraints. She pulled and jerked but neither the chain or the headboard would give. She kicked and thrashed about as Max stood at the foot of her bed staring at her. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" she screamed. "LET ME GO!" "Scream one more time," Max growled, "and I'm gonna slap the shit outta you again." That seemed to quiet her down, but Sara kept on struggling against her chained wrists. "You had to be a bitch, didn't you? I thought you were different but you're just like all the rest. Stuck up bitches." "Let me go you asshole, and we can forget this ever happened. What do you think you're gonna do to me?" she asked while struggled against her restraints. Max moved to the side of her bed and smirked. "I'm gonna do whatever I want," he said. He then reached out and squeezed her breasts roughly. "Mmm, nice tits." Sara screamed again and twisted in a vain attempt at escaping his grasp. Max quickly slapped her, harder this time, and she immediately froze. Slowly, tears began to well up in her eyes and her bottom lip quivered. "I'm sorry," she blurted. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you. Please, I'm usually not like that. I'll be nice." Max's hands found her breasts again. He silently, roughly squeezed them as she grimaced in both pain and disgust. "Please," she cried, "please, I'm sorry." "It's a little late for that," he replied. Max pounced on the bed, straddling her hips with his, riding her as if she were a horse, knocking the wind out of her. He sat on her upper thighs, his weight pinning her legs together beneath him. He sat on her for a few seconds as she caught her breath. His eyes moved over her face and down her body. Lecherously, he stared at her breasts. "You really are a piece of ass," he growled. Max reached down and pulled at her sleeveless blouse. Sara tried to struggle, but with her arms secured over her head and her legs pinned under him, she could offer little resistance. Grinning, he stared into her green eyes while grabbing the hem of her top in each hand. In one powerful motion, he pulled his hands apart, tearing and ripping her blouse open from her waist to her neckline. "NO!" she cried futilely. He leered at her full breasts, barely contained in a lacy black bra, sloshing to and fro with each movement as she continued to struggle. Max's lust began to build at the sight of her, helpless, there for the taking. Slowly, he slipped an index finger inside one cup and pulled the flimsy material down. Her large breast spilled out of the cup. First one then the other. "Please," she sobbed. Her cries had no affect on him. Max leaned forward and grabbed her breasts again. "Mmm, such nice big tits," he repeated. He squeezed again as he lowered his mouth to her nipple. She tossed her head to the side and cried as he greedily began sucking at the stiff bud, his fingers kneading at her warm, soft flesh. He sucked hard, pulling more into his mouth while his tongue swirled circles around and across her sensitive flesh. Soft and warm, she tasted good to him, spurning him on. His mouth watered as he licked and sucked, a small trail of saliva escaping and running down the curve of her fullness and over his fingers. He kept licking and sucking her stiff nipple. And then he bit down. "OH!" she cried in pain, arching her back, thrusting her shoulders down into the bed and her hips upward in another futile attempt to escape him. Max bit down again, and again, chewing softly yet firmly. She cried out with each bite, writhing under the pain he was inflicting. He shifted his attention to the other breast. Back and forth, Max kissed, sucked, licked and bit her nipples. Sara continued crying and struggling unsuccessfully at the assault on her breasts. Slowly, the pain became more tolerable. Max lifted his head, still sitting on her thighs. Looking down at her, he slapped at her breast. First one, then the other, like a boxer in training on the speed bag, Max slapped at her breasts. His cock began to ache as he watched her tit flesh jiggle with each hit, her nipples impossibly stiffening more. Sara's cries had been replaced by soft whimpers and her breathing had become more labored. The look on her face, her soft, angelic, beautiful face, had changed as well. Disgust and contempt were still evident but her fear seemed to have subsided. Max gave her an evil grin. "I think you like this, don't you slut?" "You're a pig," she replied. "You disgust me!" Lifting her head off of the bed, she spit up at him. Her warm saliva landed on his cheek and began a slow drip down towards his chin. His first instinct was to reach out and slap her again. He watched as she flinched in anticipation. Instead, he grunted. "You want to play?" he asked. Max took his right hand and dabbed at his cheek, then licked his hand clean as her face contorted in disgust. He pursed his lips, generating a pool of his own saliva as it mixed with the remnants of hers in his mouth. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her long, red hair. Positioning his face, specifically his lips, over hers, he grunted again and parted his mouth. A long string of spit dripped down towards her. She thrashed her head from side to side, as best as she could while he held her down by her hair. His warm saliva landed on her cheek and he dragged it across her face and mouth. Once emptied, he took his free hand and smeared it across her face. Sara could only cry out, close her eyes and wince. With cat-like agility, Max pounced off of her and began to tear at her skirt. Sara began thrashing again, kicking at him as best she could, but he already had a head start on her. The button and zipper at her waist broke and Max pulled the tight garment down. She continued struggling but in seconds it was pointless. Max jumped up off the bed, holding the tattered skirt in his right hand, his prize from the fight. Standing at the foot of the bed, he looked down on her. God, she was beautiful! She wore stockings again, just like that first day he saw her. Thigh high, black, shear. His cock ached as he leered at her almost naked body. Ached to be released. Max stood at the foot of her bed and began taking off his dark sweatshirt. Sara cried "NO!" again, but her eyes followed his every movement. She watched as his muscular chest was revealed. Then, her eyes followed his hands down to his waist. She watched as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the zipper. She gasped when she saw his already stiff cock. It was big, huge almost, bigger than any she'd seen and certainly been with. She shook her head from side to side. "No, please," she repeated. Max walked around to the side of the bed, his large cock leading the way, the swollen, bulbous head bouncing obscenely with each step. Her eyes never left his cock. Max smirked again and reached down, opening the bedside table drawer. Sara's attention shifted as he pulled out her vibrator. She made another futile attempt, trying to struggle as he jumped back on the bed. Max laid across her hips this time, his chest pinning them to the bed while he pulled at her black thong. "No, please," she repeated as her cries fell on deaf ears. In a flash, he'd pulled her lingerie down to her knees. Instinctively, Sara pressed her thighs together and he ripped the thong all the way off of her silk-clad legs. She locked her ankles together as he slipped his hands between her knees. "NO!" she blurted obstinately. It was useless. Max was too strong and powerful for her. He pushed hard, his massive chest flexing, and slowly her legs began to spread. He held her thighs down and open, and stared. "I knew you'd have a nice pussy," he said as he looked back up at her. He returned his eyes to between her legs. "Soft, mmm. Look at those pussy lips. Swollen, just waitin' to be fucked." She said nothing as she kept struggling against him. "I bet you taste good, too." Max lowered his head between her outstretched thighs. Just as before, he pooled his saliva in his mouth and let a small stream drip down. She continued thrashing as his drool landed first in her trim pubic hair above and finally down along her distended lips. Instantly, Max began lapping at her. His tongue worked up and down, licking first one lip then the other. Max slowly pushed his tongue between them. He lifted his head and looked back at her again. "I was right," he said. "Your pussy tastes like honey." Without waiting for a reply, he buried his head between her thighs and began licking. Greedily, he licked up and down her pussy lips, first sucking one then the other into his mouth. He pulled at her pussy with his lips, pushing his tongue between them and licking her deeper. Max released her thigh and with his free hand, spread her lips wide with his fingers. Another pool of saliva dripped down, landing on her swollen clit and running down between her lips. Max began lapping at his saliva, licking up and down, from side to side. He thrust his tongue up and inside. He moved his head slowly back and forth, tongue fucking her wet opening. Sara's struggles had been replaced by slow undulations of her hips. She hated what this pig was doing to her but in the same time, loved it. Her body slowly began responding to his manipulations and she fought against the sensations he was giving her. "You love this, don't you slut?" he muttered from between her legs. She thrashed about again in response. He just laughed and immediately resumed licking her. Up and down, Max worked his tongue along her swollen pussy lips, occasionally brushing across her stiffening clit. Gradually, Max's saliva was replaced by her own juices as her hips moved in unison with his mouth. Suddenly, Max stopped, lifted his head from between her legs, and picked up her vibrator. She looked at him him in stunned silence, watching as he brought it to her face. "Get it wet, slut," he ordered. Sara shook her head in refusal. Max grabbed another handful of her long, wavy red hair and repeated more menacingly, "Get it wet, slut. Get it wet or I'm gonna dry fuck you with it." His cock throbbed as he looked into her eyes. He watched as she slowly gave in and surrendered to him. He stared as she parted her lips and stuck out her soft, wet tongue. Slowly, she began licking her vibrator, the plastic glistening with her saliva. Her tongue licked up and down the shaft, working around the tip in circles, like she was working a stiff cock. Max pushed the tip forward and she instinctively opened her mouth. He watched as she began to bob her head up and down on her plastic cock while his flesh one ached for her. He pulled the vibrator from her mouth and slid back down between her thighs. Placing the tip to her swollen lips, he held it there and switched it on. The hum filled the room as Max looked up into her eyes. She looked down at him, down between her full breasts and parted thighs. She hated herself for her surrender. Her body betrayed her. Her hips writhed, trying to insert that fake cock into her wanting pussy, all the while her face shifted from contempt and disgust to lust. Max smiled again and pushed the tip inside. Sara let out a low moan as Max pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. As deep as it would go, he held it there. Instantly, his mouth was on her swollen clit while that buzzing vibrator filled her wet pussy. The pulsations shot through her body and her hips spasmed while Max continued licking and sucking on her clit. His tongue licked small circles, slowly brushing up and across the tingling tip. All the while, her plastic cock sent shivers throughout each nerve ending. Sara thrashed her head back and forth. No, she thought, this can't be happening. She could feel her orgasm mounting, building, getting ready to explode. No, she thought, not with this pig. Not like this. Slowly, her lust, her need to cum, took control. Max's tongue was sending electric currents throughout her body, as was that big plastic cock spasming in her tight pussy. Closer, closer, her climax was inching it's way closer. No, she thought, she had to fight it. But the more she did, the closer she came to the inevitable. In one sudden rush, her orgasm exploded. Sara cried out, throwing her head back into the pillow, her arms pulling at her restraints while her thighs thrashed about with that big cock buried deep into her quivering pussy. Pleasure washed over her body. And suddenly she was cumming. Her pussy milked that plastic cock while her clit exploded in ecstasy. And then her juices burst. Wave after wave of warm fluid shot from her pussy, running down her thighs and her cheeks, soaking the bed sheets and Max's chin. Slowly, her orgasm began to subside, but Max was unrelenting. Silently, she begged him to remove that pulsating cock from her used pussy. Instead he rolled her over, onto her stomach. The muffled buzzing still filled the room but the repositioning caused a shift inside of her. A whole new and different wave of sensation shot through her body. She wriggled her hips against the mattress, pressing her clit against the firmest thing she could find, unaware that Max had just unhooked her bra and slid it up her arms, wrapping it around her bound wrists at the headboard. Quickly, he moved back down and lifted her hips. At first, Sara resisted, the sensations from the vibrator and the mattress too pleasurable to pass, but slowly she responded. Finally, he'd gotten her up on her knees and elbows, with her legs together and that glorious plastic cock filling her wet pussy. The feeling was incredible for Sara and she let out another small moan. She pressed her thighs together in a futile attempt to brush up and stimulate her aching clit, unaware that Max was on his knees behind her. The vibrations from her pussy were her only care in the world. Max smiled as she groaned, burying her face in the pillow in front of her. He placed his hands on her magnificent ass, the cheeks that had mesmerized him as he followed her through the city that day. He cupped and squeezed her perfect backside while she moaned from the vibrator. Slowly, he pulled her cheeks apart, her ass wide. My God, she was a Goddess, he thought. Once again, he let loose a small pool of saliva, dripping down between her incredible ass cheeks, down and across her asshole, and down to her pulsating pussy. The sensations from her pussy were driving Sara wild. She moaned again with pleasure until she was suddenly aware of a new sensation. One she had never felt before. Max's tongue had found her asshole. Instantly, she began fighting back, shaking her hips and ass, trying to dislodge his tongue from deep between her cheeks, but to no avail. He was too powerful, holding her ass firm in his grasp while his tongue began licking and then probing her virgin opening. "NO!" she cried, muffled by the soft pillow as she struggled against this new sensation. But the pleasure from her pussy was unrelenting. Slowly, Sara became lost in the ecstasy of her vibrator once again. Max continued licking her ass. He spread her cheeks wide and pushed his tongue inside, deeper, licking and slowly tongue fucking her tight asshole. Gradually, Sara's hips began to meet his thrusts and she let out another moan. Shocks of electricity surged through her body, her senses alive. She pushed back, wanting more of his tongue. She could feel her orgasm building again inside, deep inside her soaking pussy. It hit her instantly. Sara began bucking, up and down, back and forth, her body convulsing from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure generated in her wet pussy and asshole. Once again, her juices gushed from her quivering pussy lips, soaking her thighs and the sheets. Sara collapsed in exhaustion, her elbows out and face on the pillow, while Max held her propped up on her knees. Thankfully, he finally pulled the vibrator from her sore, wet, used pussy and switched it off. With her face hidden from his view, she grinned with relief. Her nerves were exhausted, her muscles worn but relaxed. Finally, this was over. At least, that's what she thought. She hadn't noticed Max reach into the gym bag once more. She flinched, jolted when the soft rubber brushed the overworked nerves of her pussy. Something was sliding across her lips and between her thighs. Sara began to struggle again, but in her weakened condition she could not possibly hope for success. And then she felt something against her asshole. Something hard, being pushed, trying to enter. Sara thrashed violently about, with as much vim and vigor as she could muster. "NO!" she screamed, pulling back on her restraints at the headboard. Max just laughed and kept pushing the butt plug forward. He held her hips firm with one hand and pushed the soft rubber toy with the other. The juices from her pussy acted like the lubricant her hoped they'd be. In seconds, he'd pushed it inside. Sara bucked and wiggled her hips as best she could, hoping to dislodge whatever that thing was from her butt. Max laughed again and she was aware once again of him being behind her. When he brushed his swollen cock head across her used pussy lips she nearly jumped off the bed.