“Oh fuck me! fuck me harder!!!! Oh yeaah!!! Yes baby, ooooh my god yessss”
I wondered who the hell was making all that noise just because they were having sex and disturbing my night sleep, then I opened my eyes.
There she was, on the bed just across the room. A very muscular guy was slamming his pelvis into her. She had her legs around his neck with him leaning in and placing both well toned arms beside her. His hips were moving so fast, if I was watching them on Tv I would have to slow down the motion a bit.
The dude had his eye shut, gnarling his teeth, with her hands grabbing his huge arms and her back arched and receiving his pounding pleasure. When he’d reached his climax he pulled out one of the fattest dicks I’ve ever seen with my own eyes and stroked it so hard with his cum flying all around her body, then she quickly sprung up from the bed to put the throbbing dick in her mouth, sucking so hard at it that I began to feel my own erection forming in my crotch.
It was then that I realised where I was. Sitting in a chair, with my hands tightly tied behind my back and my feet bound together. I had no idea how I’d gotten myself there. I tried to free myself from the bondage but it was futile. I tried to speak and realised my mouth had been taped shut.
My erection died quickly.
I looked at the lovemaking couple again to find her still sucking at his dick, and his hips had already started to move in and out again. Soon he had her in a doggy position on the bed and was slamming the life out of her pussy. I tried to groan so they could hear my voice but her moaning and wailing was so loud that I could hardly even hear myself, she was wailing like a wounded horse.
My thoughts began to return to me and I remembered the events of last night. How I had gone to the bar to drink. How the beer wasn’t good enough and I ordered shots of whiskey. How I’d gotten an erection from thinking about Amaka and then how I’d met a pretty lady that night, then it hit me like a shockwave that the chick from last night was the same one that was presently doing a reverse cow girl on the muscular guy’s dick.
Damn. What the fuck happened last night? I asked myself.
I didn’t know how I’d ended up being tied to that chair but what I knew was that I needed to escape. I looked around me but the room was empty but for the chair and the bed. There was no other furniture. I wondered where the hell they’d brought me to.
Hahahahahaha! Your sins have finally caught up with you, Joe. You’re in very deep shit now and there’s no way you’re getting out of it.
That evil voice in my head that had made me do many bad things in my life was now condemning me? I didn’t want to believe what it said but in the back of my mind, I knew it was right. I wondered which among all the girls or guys I’d offended who wanted me to be in deep shit. I got my answer soon enough.
She had finished fucking him, and while he lay on the bed enjoying the wonderful moment, she put on his shirt and walked towards me. A smug smile on her face.
“Hello Joe, remember me?” I couldn’t talk. I just stared at her.
“Of course you do. Last night you were talking about how you were going to fuck my brains out. Well, I just got my brains almost fucked out of me but unfortunately it wasn’t you. Damien over there is my boyfriend and he’s a better man than you’ll ever be.”
I looked at her with contempt. I kept still and she continued talking.
“I know you must be wondering why you’re all tied up here with a tape over your mouth, and something tells me you may already have an idea of why you’re in this present predicament. You’re smart, maybe you even know the person who sent me to you to lure you into her trap.”
So it was a girl? I thought to myself and my eye widened. She saw this and said…
“Ah, yes. It’s a lady. You’ve slept with so many and now your mind is trying to figure out which of them would possibly do such a terrible thing to you.”
I thought long and hard and I couldn’t think of a single one of them. She saw how confused I look, then smiled and walked back to the bed. After having a brief kiss with the Damien who was more of a man than I was, she picked up a phone from her purse and walked back to me. She dialed a number and put the phone to her ear.
“Lynda, it’s Cynthia. I have your boyfriend here with me. What do you want me to do with him?”
I had the most flabbergasted look on my face when she mentioned that name.
Lynda? What the fuck?