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Chapter 7 – Talk Dirty to Me
I put the phone down and smile. People get upset when they receive and obscene phone call, but not me. I love it when these amateurs try to freak me out with their heavy breathing and rated r monologue and I talk back with the dirtiest, basest and perverted fantasies that I can think of. How I laugh afterwards when they cut the call—whether out of frustration or the need to jerk off.
Tonight, I smile a sad smile because I remember how Jim used to talk to me in our games. He was the sweetest lover and husband in the world, but he could have a filthy mouth, especially when he was tying me up and “abusing” me.
And I loved it!
I had just arrived from working a real estate deal. Things were going well but so slowly. The buyer was a tough nut to crack, but I could see signs of finally convincing him to buy that four-door house. I took a drink of much-needed cold water and as I put the glass onto the sink, I felt my arms pinned to my side and my mouth covered by a large hand.
“Don’t scream and I won’t hafta hurt ya!” whispered the voice in my ear.
My initial shock was replaced with remembrance as I smelled the cologne and I recognized the sinister voice whispering in my ear. I slowly nodded.
“I’m taking my hand offa yer mouth, but no scream, or else!” said the man as he uncovered my mouth.
“What do you want?” I asked in my quietest voice.
I yelped as he covered my mouth again and said, “I was planning on robbing this place, but you hadda come home and make it complicated! But say…you are one sexy bitch! Maybe I’ll stay a while and sample the goods! All this robbery is making me horny! Wadda ya say doll?”
I tried to shake my head but he merely chuckled. He took out a knotted strip of cloth and jammed the knot into my mouth before tightening the gag behind my neck. I struggled as he bent me over the kitchen table before binding my wrists together with rope.
I felt myself becoming more helpless and submissive as he ran his large hands all over my body, fondling my breasts and squeezing my butt.
“Pretty lady! Sexy lady!” he exclaimed as he rubbed his crotch onto my backside so I could feel his hard cock straining to burst through his jeans.
I then felt him push my feet together before roping my ankles tightly together. I was now helpless and at his mercy.
“Gotta make sure you don’t run away, gorgeous!” he punctuated his statement with a tug to tighten the rope on my ankles.
He turned me around and I beheld Jim, wearing a stocking over his head even as he ogled my helplessness. I flinched as he grabbed hold of my white blouse before violently pulling apart the front so that buttons flew all over the kitchen. My large breasts were now on display, covered by my bra. Jim took out a folding knife and sliced through the front of my bra, freeing my breasts. With savage abandon, he grabbed and fondled my breasts.
“Lovely tits, doll!” he said while twisting my nipples. I groaned at the brief flash of pain, but he rolled up the stocking covering his head to free his mouth and he nipped, licked and bit my breasts eliciting more moans from me.
While I was preoccupied, Jim had unzipped my navy blue skirt and pulled it down leaving me in panties, bra and thigh-high stockings.
“Ooh-la-la! Very nice long legs you got! You are a fuckin’ hot mama!” he exclaimed. I blushed at his left-handed complement and he spent some time caressing my stocking-clad gams.
I was helpless to resist as he hoisted me onto his broad shoulder and carried me up to the bedroom.
My ravishment was about to begin.
And I couldn’t be happier!
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