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Amelié part 10Amelié had spend most of the Saturday at home, in bed or on the couch, all alone, exhausted, so she woke early on Sunday morning. It was little after 8, when she had made herself a cup of Coffey and were back in her warm but lonely bed again. As she took the first sip of the still too warm cup, she got the feeling, that something was not right. Not with the Coffey, not with the cup. Nor with the milk, she had checked the date. And the smell was perfect too. She was starting to get more than a little confused. All seemed normal, but she knew that something was just a little bit off. Then she put the cup on the bedside table and sat up abruptly. There had been something….not right in the bath-room!Some little detail that she had registered without really seeing…She got out of bed, put her slippers on (shaped like little lions) and grabbed her bathrobe, without putting it on. Wearing only an old long sleeved t-shirt, several sizes too big and as silent as possible, began to investigate the matter. Sneaked down the long semi-dark corridor towards the kitchen and bathroom, all her senses fully alert, desperately trying to feel what it was that was not quite normal on this Sunday morning. She began pushing the bathroom door open, without turning the lights on. Then she saw it, the floor in the shower-booth was wet..Amelié froze for a couple of seconds, but it was long enough. He stepped out of her living-room and put a hand over her mouth.“Don´t scream, your friend told it all…”The moment her began to speak, she recognized him!It was the homeless guy that had insisted on helping her do the laundry!Her eyes were wide open, she was trying to get free, but for a guy who didn´t eat properly, he was quite strong. “I know all about your…relationship…your…speciality…” he continued softly, “why else would he give me the keys to your apartment?”No!This could not be true!Could the person (a man, it seemed) really have sought up the homeless man, given him the keys and even instructed him how she..,Amelié had her hands on his arm, trying (half-hearted) to get him to remove his hand from her mouth, but without luck. His skin was still moist from the shower and difficult to get a good grip on. He was only holding her with the one hand; he was also trying to shake the cotton-belt free of her bathrobe.“You know that you want to, Emily…”She tried to shake her head, under his hand. The nameless, homeless man hadn´t even gotten her name right!He pushed her forwards, towards her bedroom. She had to either follow or let herself fall, so she elected the first. But with a lot of hesitation. Past the kitchen-door. He dropped the bathrobe on the floor, having gotten the belt out. She nearly stumbled in it. One slipper came off. She was on the door-step to her bedroom. HER bedroom!She tried to hold on to the door-jamb, but her heart was not really in it. Two steps closer to her unmade bed now. Her underwear from last night lying on the chair. She blushed. “I will of cause have to tie you…”Amelié began to say fethiye escort bayan something, could taste soap on the skin of his hand. His grip was less firm now, and she knew that she could get free (but then there would not really be anywhere to go). He gave her one strong push, so that she tumbled onto the bed, face down.“And..what if I don´t really want to..?”“But we both know that you do, Emily..”He sat down, a knee on either side of her body, sitting lightly on her behind. Grabbed her one wrist, lifted it above her head and began to tie it to the head-post with the cotton-belt. Took the end back through the headboard and tied the same hand some more. Her other hand, her left, was still free, and she could also scream and make noises, yet she kept calm. Maybe it was her destiny to be the toy of other people. Whatever it was, these things were undoubtedly turning her on!The homeless man then fished something out of his pocket. Amelié had hoped that it would be something rattling, but it was an old brown, knitted tie, probably found second hand or just lying around somewhere. He secured it to the other side of the headboard, before taking her hand up above her head. She was still not making it difficult for him.“I think you like this…” he said. There was amazement in his voice.“No…please, can I get free, sir..?”“No,…i really don´t think you can, Emily..”He was tying the last knot now. Her arms were spread and she could not even reach the knots, let alone untie them. The man rose, put both his hands under her butt and lifted her. Her knees and elbows were on the mattress, the t-shirt covering her upper body, but letting her ass out in the open. “But have not..even had my Coffey yet..”“Your…friend suggested that you´ll have to…perform to earn such..luxuries…”Amelié made a sound that was a mix between a moan and a snort, her head on her side, just short of the pillow. She was thinking that “her friend” must be her boss, Mr Bergman, but she was not completely sure. She quivered when he put a hand on her behind. “Spread your legs, please..”He emphasized his words with a soft, but audible slap. She moved her knees away from each other. Trying not to show him how horny she was. His hand were behind her thighs now; he was about to find out for himself anyway. She sucked air in through her teeth when a curious fingertip slid into her. She was very, very wet. Way too revealing. She could see herself in the large mirror on the doors of her wardrobe. The homeless man was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and his hair was wet and almost nice today. He had obviously started by taking a shower. Was almost looking like a human being. “I think this can take some time…” he then said slowly. Then he rose and left the bed-room. Came back a few moments later and began to tie her feet to the bed-posts. Then he did something that REALLY made her angry!He sat on the bed, next to her, put his feet under HER duvet and had a sip of HER Coffey!“It has been soooo long since I´ve had Coffey in bed on a Sunday escort fethiye morning” he said and stroked her hair gently. He had her tied up, she was MORE than ready, but he still to the time to just drink HER morning Coffey!“Are you okay?…your nostrils look funny, when you breathe…”“I,..am…fine” she said, hardly without opening her mouth. He took one more mouthful, then put the cup on the table. Put his hand inside his shorts. “I would never have guessed that you were into…things like..this”Amelié found the situation to complex to explain that she had only a very few experiences with THAT, and that it all had been happening in the last few weeks.And that all this was happening against her wishes, but that she ended loving each single second of it. “You know, i´m not really used to this…bondage..”“But it is easy!”She knew that she sounded annoyed and she didn´t care. He had done just fine, up until just a few minutes ago. “You should at least try!”“Yes, but I don´t really know what you….”“Oh, shut up, please!” she interrupted, “Just…stick your…fucking dick in my mouth!!”She could not see his face, yet she knew that he had a surprised look on it. She closed her eyes and turned her head towards him, his one hand still on it. Her lips were parted, but not wide open. She was so incredibly horny now, why did he have to be so damn hesitant, all of a sudden?Then she heard the sound of the elastic band in his shorts. Could hear him move on the bed.“Are you sure, Emily..?”“YES,” she said, louder than intended, “Please…just stick you prick in my mo….”Finally!She felt his semi-hard penis softly against her lips ans she was quick to let them encircle it. Began to suck it, could feel how it swelled and got harder. Enjoying that she was finally being used in the right way. His hand was gently patting her head, as if she had been some kind of bizarre, over-sized puddle!She let go of the cock a moment.“I am not some kind of cuddly toy…”“Eh…I don´t..”“You have caught me…”Amelié paused to kiss the shaft of the cock. It smelled of her own shower soap. Her tongue could almost, but not quite, reach his balls.“You have me tied up…” She could feel how he slowly closed his hand around her hair. A little rougher than before. She frowned as she began to lick under the purple head of his dick. “But…it looks like it..hurts..“I thought that you were man enough to do the job!”Then she began to suck him again. Swallowing the head. She might be a bit submissive, but she had somehow managed to get the last word!He was breathing through his nose, quite audible. His dick was full sized by now, at least from how she remembered him. Both his hands were on her head now. The grip a bit firmer that before, just a little bit. “You know…I´was not supposed to do anything but….secure you…”She grunted something, her mouth already full. Could this really be true?It could, she decided. If they were cunning enough to steal just her spare keys, they would also be able to get some homeless guy to a***** her, tie her up fethiye escort and just let her wait until it was time for her to be used as their sexy toy. His cock slipped out of her and she gasped for air.“No…i can have sex with you…but he will pick you up later..”“You are not supposed to say that!”Amelié shook her head free and lowered it towards her pillow. The bed creaked. He was moving. Then there was one hand on her ass. “I can fuck you all I want to…”“Better…”“But you can´t be allowed to come…“You creep…uh!”His finger was penetrating her rear. She heard him climb onto the bed somewhere behind her. A soft kiss on her one buttock. Then a warm hand on the inside of her thigh, high up. Gentle finger parting her cunt-lips, caressing. Finger entering her staving pussy. Amelié let out a sigh. Pressed her face towards the pillow. The anger had not quite left her yet. Fingers entered her, two by the feel of it. “When they said you like it this way, “he said in a low voice,” I didn´t really believe them…But you sure are a whore…”-And you are just soft- she thought but she didn´t said it loud. His fingers were fucking her. She managed to get a few sneak-peek in the mirror, but she didn´t want him to see her interest. Two fingers in her cunt, one in or around her ass. “This…will just be the warm-up, Emily….”She felt like screaming at him to at least get her name right, but of cause she didn´t do that. That would have killed it, right there.The fingers went away.She was biting her pillow, to not scream with pleasure as his cock finally slid up into her. A hand on her hip. But after only 3 or 4 slow, deep strokes, he stopped and let his cock slip out of her. She cursed into the pillow. He leaned down and kissed her neck. “Still just…warming up, horny girl…” he said softly as he untied one hand from the bedpost. She still had the belt firmly tied around the wrist, though. The the other hand. He tied her hands behind her back.“I wont get paid if I don´t make sure that you are ready…”The side of her head was on the pillow, but her behind were lifted high in the air. He penetrated her again, began to fuck her, but again he stopped way too soon!“We don´t have much time…”Somehow she managed from telling him what she meant about that, but she was furious by now. He helped her up on her knees in the bed. Her long blonde locks fell down over her face and she was breathing through her nose now. “And, by the way, I think that you ARE a whore..”he said,” a very expensive one, but still a whore…”Then he was standing in front of her in her bed, holding his greasy cock in front of her face. “Make me cum, bitch…”His voice was soft. No, she didn´t really want to, but she began to blow him anyway. There was no option. At least he had been quite quick in the past.“You really are a pro…I can feel that..”She was trying to concentrate on the task at hand. His breathing were getting heavier. Good!She really could need her Coffey to wake up properly.Sounding a bit like a large, wounded a****l, the homeless man came in her mouth.“Nice…Just a sec, Emily…”He was leaving the bedroom. A few seconds later, she heard him leave the apartment.She was calm for a minute or two. Then she heard a key in the lock.At least 2 person were entering her apartment…
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