I lifted her and placed her on the board table. She laid on her back as I spread her legs wide open.
Her pubes were trimmed. I had never seen them bushy or plain on her. It was like she was always expecting someone to do this to her. Once a slut, always a slut.
“I don’t suppose you can still deny the fact that you are indeed a slut,” I said.
“I’m not one,” she replied.
“Really? Can you really say that?” As she caressed her pubes, I asked, “You seem to be prepared for sexual advances.”
“It’s not my fault that all the ladies you’ve fucked don’t know how to keep themselves neat,” she said.
“Are you saying I sleep with pigs?” I said as I rubbed her lower lips with my thumb.
“Mmm…well, your words, not mine,” she replied.
“Guess I have to make you oink then,” I said as I lowered my head to kiss her pussy.
She made a soft moan as my tongue made contact with her pussy. I didn’t stick my tongue into her, though. Her pussy had this thickness, and I loved how the lips felt against my tongue. I continued to lick against the lips until I noticed the dew forming from between them.
“It never ceases to amaze me how you would be against the idea, but when you get the taste…” I said, then paused to lick between her pussy lips slowly and in an upwards direction. “You always get soaked in between.”
“It’s a common biological reaction in every woman, don’t feel too special.” She smiled.
“Is that so?” I asked. “If you think mocking me would make me stop, then you’re sorely mistaken.”
“Who said I wanted you to stop?” she growled. “Go on, Nick knew how to make me tremble. Let me see what you can do.”
“A challenge, huh?” I smirked.
I made her stand on her feet and turned her around. Using her panties, I tied her arms behind her. I laid her on her back and spread her legs again.
“I’m not comfortable,” she said as she struggled to break free from the binding.
“Who cares if you’re comfortable?” I raised a brow.
“You narcissistic bastard,” she spat.
“I’ll be the one calling the names here,” I sighed. “Now then, I wonder if it’ll fit.”
I rubbed a finger against her asshole, and it twitches. I lubricated my fingers with the dew that had seeped from her pussy. I put a finger into her pussy, and I could feel her walls clamp around my fingers.
Her breathing rose in pacing.
“Wow, just a finger, and you’re already gripping me,” I said. “Are you that starved of sex? Or these old farts aren’t able to satisfy you properly?”
“Nngh…shut up!” She didn’t show it on her face, but I could tell this was not enough for her.
I put in another finger, and she squirmed a little.
“Come on. It’s just two; you can take it, can’t you?” I teased as I rubbed the third finger against her pussy. “How does one more sound?”
“Mm…don’t please…” she said weakly.
“Now your tone has changed,” I sighed. “Alright, two fingers then.”
I slowly moved my fingers in and out of her. With each finger thrust, she made movements to match my pace. An idea slowly began forming in my mind, but to achieve it, I needed more liquid.
“I’m going to move faster. Prepare yourself,” I warned.