The Other Girl Obsession 2

Several weeks later I found myself in the same
situation, at my girlfriend's place alone, and feeling
horny.  I had been sneaking into the roommate's room
every weekday morning I woke up there, and sniffing
her dirty panties.  Usually there would be a pair of
pajama bottoms on the floor next to her bed, which I
presumed she wore pantyless to sleep every night.  I
would drop down to the floor to smell her private
areas that had been so intimately close to the insides
of her PJs.  I felt guilty and perverted.  But I got
off so hard on those smells of her.  I would fantasize
about smelling her asshole outright, her forcing her
ass onto my nose, making me breath it in whether I
wanted to or not.

Last time I said I had the day off.  The truth is that
I work for myself and I basically have every day off. 
I have alot of time available and I can afford to
stick around their apartment after they go to work. 
The roommate has remained nameless thus far; let's
call her Beth.  This particular morning I went in to
Beth's room like usual, and found a lovely pink thong
hanging over the edge of a mostly full hamper.  Lately
there had been very meager contents available to me; a
hamper full of the same clothes for two weeks, with
three pairs of panties at the bottom, only one of
which had a worthwhile scent.  It seemed as though she
threw her clothes into the washer immediately, but
more than likely this act was combined with a habit of
not wearing panties.  This would explain the many
thongs that she apparently liked wearing; thongs are
as close to pantyless while still wearing panties as
one can get.

So I got to smelling the pink thong, and it smelled
slightly of arousal, urine, sweat, and her ass.  It
was a perfect mix.  I got on the bed with her panties
on my nose and started jerking off.  I was just about
to come when her door swung open and Beth herself
walked in looking beyond horrified.  But it was too
late.  I wasn't just caught, I was coming.  My cum
spurted out my dick and on to my belly in an
incredibly tense orgasm while she watched speechless. 
It probably felt ten times more intense because of her
walking in on me like that and completely jolting my
nervous system.

I hurredly pulled up my pants and put down my shirt
over my cum covered belly.  I had thrown the panties
off my face as soon as she walked in, perhaps in hopes
of seeming a little less like a total freak.  Then the
frantic yelling started, the threats, the accusations,
the insults.  I zipped up and stood there, feeling
like I should just leave but there's no way I could
let her tell my girlfriend about this, or anyone. I
considered killing her for about a tenth of a second. 
The yelling continued, and she was practically in
tears.  I decided to make it stop.

"Shut up!"  I yelled back, and she did.  She was
scared.  I knew that she knew that I could easily rape
her, and that it was now crystal clear that I had some
kind of sexual obsession for her.  I told her to stay
there, and then I went down stairs, but not without
visciously pulling the phone line out of the wall
first.

I returned with duct tape for her mouth, effectively
silencing her.  Then I duct taped her arms behind her
back, and her feet together.  I was proud of myself
for my hollywood style actions.  She just sat there on
her bed looking scared and a little dumbfounded.  I
think somewhere deep inside her head, as much as she
wanted to supress it, there lurked this very fantasy
that she was imminently participating in.  I was
relishing it as well.  I brandished scissors and the
slight sexual haze she may have been experiencing
shattered and she started to freak out. 

I didn't want to do it, or maybe I did:

I slapped her across the face.  A few times.  I was
empowered and disturbed.  She became submissive.  I
softly kissed her face where it was red from being
slapped.  She turned away and started crying.  I
contined to kiss her face and her neck.  My hard on
returned in full force.  I was convinced that she
liked it, but there was no outward indication of that.

"I'm not going to hurt you.  So just stay still."  I
stood her up and used the scissors to cut her clothes
off.  I felt like I was unwrapping a full size barbie
doll.  My very own full size, living, breathing sex
slave.  At this moment she was nothing more to me than
that.  And I desperately wanted her to be aware of
that.  I wanted to not just strip down her clothes,
but to strip her of her emotions, her dignity, her
identity.  I wanted to bring us both to a primal
physical base.

There were times when she could be a bitch.  All that
emotional estrogen threw her head out of balance on a
fairly regular basis.  I didn't see it all that often,
but my girlfriend did.  And even though they were best
friends, Beth upset her alot.  And it pissed me off. 
So a small part of me was rebelling against that.  The
rest was the fact that this seemed like the only way I
could fuck her, and there was no turning back now.

Her pants were black, professional looking slacks that
she had worn to work.  The material cut easily and
they were mostly off her in seconds, except for where
they were taped at her ankles.  She was wearing a
thong and looked embarrassed.  I squeezed her large
ass cheek in anticipation.  Her shirt was no contest
either.  Soon I was looking at a robust wire bra,
which I cut once in the front and once in the back. 
It fell to the floor, and her large breasts spilled
out, nipples rock hard.  I had always wondered what
her nipples looked like.  Her areolas were oversized,
and her nipples were on the big side.  They looked
awesome.  I couldn't resist and kissed and sucked
them.  I know she was getting turned on in spite of
herself.  I spanked her bare ass and asked her if she
was getting turned on.  Her eyes teared up again and
she looked down.

With an effortless snip, her thong was on the floor as
well.  And she stood there naked in front of me,
wearing only duct tape. She had a bush which I was
thankful for.  I had made my girlfriend grow hers in. 
I grew tired of the shaved look shortly after it
became popular and longed for the thick triangle
bushes that I saw in Penthouse when I was growing up.

It was fairly dark in her room with the shades down,
which afforded her some modesty.  I led her to the bed
side and instructed her to lie down.  Watching her
having to sit without help from her arms was a sight
to behold as she formed a perfect hourglass body. 
Needless to say, I was stoked.

I stripped.  I lied down beside her and started
touching her and kissing her face around the duct
tape.  I wasn't sure if she masturbated, but I knew
she hadn't gotten laid in a while, having broken up
with her ex a few months ago.  I kissed down to her
breasts and belly and reached her pussy.  The wetness
I found there was a clear indication of her reluctant
arousal.  I spread her legs, and after kissing her
thighs, I started licking her pussy.  She squirmed as
if she wanted me to stop, but it was feeling too good
for her.  She came surprisingly fast.

I slid up to her face to face once more, finger
fucking her slippery cunt.  I took the tape off and
started kissing her on the lips.  She didn't kiss me
back at first but soon we were making out.  I wanted
more than anything for her to taste her own pussy.  I
finger fucked her to another quick orgasm.  Then I got
on top and fucked her until I came, pulling out and
squirting my cum on her breasts.  She had been moaning
the entire time, loving it.  Hating it.

I got off her.  Her arms were above her head, still
duct taped together, and her legs formed an open
diamond.  She closed them and looked back at me.  We
were both unsure of what to say.  So we said nothing,
and I put my clothes back on.