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You Only Live TwiceChapter 7 free porn video
"WHAT!!!"
Lizzie immediately smacked her hand against my mouth so hard that it stung. "Quiet!" she whispered hoarsely. "Not so loud!"
A door opened, and Richard's voice sounded from the hallway upstairs. "Beth? Everything ok down there?"
"Yes, daddy. Everything's fine. I just tripped on this ottoman."
"You alright? Didn't hurt yourself, did you?" The voice asked worriedly.
"No. Josh caught me."
The voice chuckled. "Ok, baby. Get some sleep. I'll remember to throw away the goddamn ottoman tomorrow."
We both listened intently as the door closed again. Lizzie exhaled and removed her hand. "Keep it down."
I rubbed my maltreated lips. She saw this and smiled apologetically at me. "Sorry."
I massaged until the throbbing went away. "What do you mean, 'rape'?"
"You know what I mean."
I just stared at her with a dumb look on my face.
"You know. Rape."
Same look.
She rolled her eyes. "Do you need the Webster dictionary?"
"What do you mean by wanting me to rape you?"
She sat down beside me on the sofa. "Well. It's kind of like a fantasy of mine."
I eyed her as if she had suddenly spouted big floppy ears. "That's really sick, Lizzie."
"Oh, come on, Josh! I don't mean really raped, but like a fantasy." She leaned on me.
"What brought this on?"
She smiled slyly. "I read something about it."
That shouldn't have surprised me, with the whole crazy sex-behind-the-wheel thing we had just yesterday, but it did. "I think that I'm gonna have to start screening your reading materials from now on."
She giggled and crooked an arm around my neck. "What's wrong?" she whispered into my ear. "You've never fantasized about raping anyone before?"
"Lizzie!"
"Just as a fantasy, Josh!" I shook my head. "You mean you've never wanted to roughly bite these?" She cupped her breasts. "You've never dreamed about forcing someone to blow you?" She placed a finger in her mouth and gave me an innocent bat with her eyes.
I let out an amused snort. "This is a new level of depravity for you, Lizzie."
"You mean," she whispered huskily, "you've never wanted to take this big cock of yours," she grabbed me through my pants, "and just pound away in a reluctant pussy," she took my hand with her other hand and guided it under her dress, "until you come?"
My dick was hardening in response to the pressure of her hand. "I don't think that this pussy," I pressed inward against her panties-encased mound, causing her to gasp, "would constitute as reluctant."
The smile that she gave me was absolutely evil. "Well, we can pretend it's reluctant."
I chuckled. "You are the true embodiment of wickedness, Lizzie."
She tongued my ear. "I know," she breathed. "And you love me for it."
We played with each other for a while. I was now straining against the fabric of my pants, and her panties, thanks to my probing fingers, were thoroughly soaked. She started to unzip me, but I stopped her. "I think that you've convinced me to rape you." I pulled the zipper back up and removed my hand from underneath her dress. "So give me the rundown, play-by-play."
She leaned back on the armrest. "I want it as real as possible."
"How real?"
"I want to be tied up. I want to be gagged. I want to be threatened with... " Her eyes gleamed. "... something sharp."
I shook my head. "No sharp objects."
"But it won't be realistic then!"
"No. I refuse to be budged. Absolutely no sharp objects."
She pouted, and I almost relented. Almost.
"Look, Lizzie," I scooted closer to her and took her hands. "I don't want any accidents. If I accidentally hurt you I will never forgive myself."
She smiled softly. "You are such a worry-wart, Josh." She kissed me. "Ok. We play by your rules. No sharp objects."
"Thank you. What else?"
"I want it rough, but not so rough that it'll actually cause me pain." She appeared to give this some thought, then grinned at me. "Well, maybe just a little pain."
My eyebrow arched up. "Getting off pain now? We're not into B & D and S & M stuff now, are we?"
Her grin did not fade. "Well... I did read a little on the subject... "
I laughed. "Lizzie, you are the most well-read girl I know." She joined in on my laughter.
"Ok, no leather garments and riding crops yet." She wiped at her eyes. "Just a little roughness."
"Ok. But what am I going to use to tied you up with?" I squinted thoughtfully. "How about clothes? Would something like scarves do?"
She shook her head. "No. I want it as real as possible, remember?"
"But where am I going to get rope at... " I glanced at the clock on top of the fireplace. "... ten o'clock?"
"Take the car. The local liquor store should sell something that can be used as rope."
I whined. "Lizzie, it's too late to... "
"Hey!" She slapped my shoulder playfully. "Don't be slacking off on my rape now!"
"Ok! Ok!"
She took me by the chin and gave me a very sensuous kiss. "Besides, if all goes well, I just might give you a special treat... "
My interest was peaked, as was my erection. "Will the treat be worth a night trip to the store?"
She licked my lips in a very sexy, very naughty manner. "Hell yes."
I found myself in the Mercedes racing for the local liquor store two minutes later.
I cursed as I, once again, turned into a road that I have not recollection of. Anxiety and anticipation were doing a great job fucking up my sense of direction. Grunting in frustration, I backtracked until I returned to a familiar street. I looked downwards with a grin. Though I was initially appalled by Lizzie's request, I quickly warmed up to the idea of 'raping' her, as my raging hard-on was the obvious evidence of.
The trip to the local supermarket was very embarrassing. When I went up to the check-out stand, the cashier, a girl of about eighteen, eyed me strangely as I laid out a bundle of rope and a toy plastic Rambo-type knife. Blushing, I mumbled a lie about how my nephew wanted to play Cowboys and Indians. She made a remark about ten o'clock being a little late for playing with nephews. I couldn't stand her mocking smile so I rushed out.
I slammed on the brakes as I passed a recognizable intersection. Paliase! Finally! I quickly parked and turned the car off. I sat there for a while, cutting four lengths of rope and trying to run a blueprint of the house through my mind. I have the front door key, but the hinges squeak a little. I would have to, of course, take off my shoes to prevent any unnecessary noise. The third step from the bottom of the stairs is loose, so I have to tread carefully around that. Wait a second! Is it the third or the fourth? What the fuck; just avoid them both.
I exited the car, locked up, and used whatever shadows the trees provided for cover as I made my way to the door. Unlocking it with the key, I gingerly opened it, lifting slightly as to bypass the squeaky hinges. I took off my shoes and climbed the stairs, stepping over the third and fourth steps. I stopped when I reached the top, listening for any unexpected noise. Satisfied as I heard Richard's thundering snores from behind the master bedroom's door, I tiptoed over to Lizzie's door.
I gathered my thoughts one last time. How would the typical rapist go about his business? Tie the victim up first, then strip her? Or would he force her to strip first, then tie her down? Whatever, I thought; just do as it goes along. I opened the door slowly, walked in, and gently closed it behind me.
Squinting in the semi-darkness of the room, I waited patiently for my eyes to adjust to the lack of proper lighting. Even though the curtains were down, enough moonlight filtered through the cloth for me to see properly. Lizzie was in bed, covers over her body.
I moved next to the bed. It's show time.
Reaching out, I gently grabbed her throat and placed my other hand over her mouth. Lizzie's eyes popped open. I leaned closer. "Don't move," I whispered, adding a scratchiness to my voice. "Don't even make a peep."
She let out a quiet squeak. "I thought I told you no noise." I tightened my hold on her throat. Not too much to choke her or even cause discomfort, but just enough to emphasize my point.
She cringed, the feigned fear in her eyes worthy of an Emmy.
"I'm gonna take my hands away now. But if you make the slightest sound I'm gonna have to use a knife that I have with me." I took out the toy Rambo knife and brandished it in front of her face. "See it?"
Lizzie took one look at the 'knife' and giggled. She poked at it with a finger and it bent under the pressure.
I decided that I might as well play my part to the utmost. Grabbing her hand, I thrust my face toward hers. "What's so funny, bitch?" I growled.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Nothing," she whispered. "Please don't hurt me."
"I won't if you do everything I tell you. Understand?"
She nodded, her head bobbing.
I pulled the covers away, revealing a curvy body clothed in a white nightgown. "Take that off," I pointed with my 'knife'. "And no sudden moves."
She sat up, grasped the hem of the nightgown, and pulled up until it lifted over her head. I snatched it from her and threw it behind me.
"Everything." I pointed to her panties. She took them off with shaky hands.
Now Lizzie trembled as she sat naked, and her breasts quivered. I grabbed one with my hand and began to fondle it none too gently.
"Nice," I commented. Her breathing deepened as I pulled on her nipple.
I took my hands away, and retrieved two lengths of rope from my pocket. "Take these," I handed them to her, "and tie your legs to the railing."
She looked at the ropes, then at me with fear in her eyes. "Please. Don't make me do this."
Though her mouth protested, she tied one end of a rope to an ankle and secured the other end to the railing. She repeated for her other leg.
I pushed her back with a shove on her shoulders and quickly tied her hands to the wooden headboard. I tested the ropes and discovered them to be secure. Finished, I moved away from the bed and surveyed my handiwork. Pretty good, I thought to myself. I have a real knack for this. Lizzie was tied spread-eagle to the bed, her hair fanned out beneath her. She looked like an angel in bondage.
I twisted my mouth into what I hoped was a cruel smile and positioned a hand on her mound. I found her wet, and slipped a finger into her. Hearing her gasp, I began to thrust in and out. As turned on as she was, I had her moaning and thrashing in orgasm within a minute. Her body arched upward and her limbs pulled at the ropes that restrained them. I let it past, then renewed the finger-fucking. I repeated the process three more times.
As she recovered from her fourth orgasm, I stripped and knelt between her spread legs. She stiffened as I rubbed my head against the lips of her cunt. "Please," she begged, her head up so that I could see her imploring eyes.
As ambiguous as her plead was, I used my own interpretation and pushed my hips slowly forward. We both gasped as inch after inch entered her sopping heat. Our hips connected as I bottomed out. Deciding to tease her a bit, I bent forward and sucked a portion of one breast into my mouth. I attacked the nipple with my teeth and tongue, then moved to the other. Gradually I felt her hips beginning to hump up at me.
"Are you liking this, slut?" I sneered down at her. "Yeah. I can tell that you are." I pulled out until only my head was tucked between her pussy lips, then thrust forcefully back in.
The bed squeaked a little as she strained against her bonds. "Oh, god!" she moaned.
I began to ride her roughly, giving her the idea with my savage thrusts that I was only after one thing: my own satisfaction. "I'm gonna fuck you good, slut. You had better make sure that I come."
Taking my hint, Lizzie contracted her vaginal muscles, giving my cock the feeling of fucking a tight velvet glove. Using deep strokes, I tried to fill her with every plunge of my cock.
Tapping deep into reserves of energy that I didn't even know existed, I picked up the pace. My hips were a blur now, slamming continuously against her. A couple of seconds into the frenzied rutting she came. Back arched, she tried to use the extra leverage to force her hands free. The muscles on her arm bulged out as she struggled futilely against the ropes. I watched with alarm as her throat contracted, and I knew that she was going to scream. Out of desperation, I mashed my mouth against hers. The scream exited her mouth, and vibrated into mine. I winced in pain as her climax caused her to bite down on my lips.
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