Only bad girls.

I walked into the flat I shared with my room mate Jay and quickly looked around to make sure there were no more pranks set up. 

We'd been in this stupid prank war for far too long now. But I'd pranked Jay only this morning by hiding each and every condom he owned. 

I hid them all around the flat. It'll be like a treasure hunt for him. 

 I noticed the large wooden table in the middle of our living room. Huh, dining table must of arrived early. 

I chucked my bag onto the sofa and shrugged my jacket off, leaving me in my dress and heels. Then I walked across the living room and ran my fingertips over the smooth surface of the table. 

 A hand pushed against my upper back and slammed me again the table so that I was bent right over. I struggled to get back up when a body was pressed against mine and a deep husky voice moaned in my ear. "Ooh, don't struggle honey. You're already in my favourite fucking position. You keep wriggling against me like that, I'll not be able to control myself. I'll have to plunge my dick into your soaking pussy much sooner than I wanted." 

 Fuck, there's something wrong with me. I'm wet. How can I be turned on by this? I know I want him to do what he said, but I don't even know who he is. It wasn't Jays voice. 

 He pushed his cock against me and I moaned in anticipation. Fucking traitorous body of mine. My nipples had achingly hardened and my pussy was now dripping wet. 

 "I thought you was a good girl, but that moan sounded kinda naughty." Shit, he heard me. Fucking stupid Eve. Behave yourself. You haven't even voiced the fact that this is bad. 

 I was about to correct that and say the old famous 'You won't get away with this,' when he put all his weight against me and tugged on my wrists, squishing me to the table. 

He stood up and walked across the room towards the kitchen, so obviously I tried to stand. 

 I couldn't stand. 

 Looking up towards the other end of the table I saw my wrists were bound with red rope. Each wrist was now attached to to the table legs opposite me. My pussy wasn't behaving. Instead, my juices were now soaking through my thong. I was unable to move, my body stretched across the table, my hard nipples could feel the coolness from the table underneath me through the thin fabric of my dress. I was in the perfect position for good, hard fucking. 

 I tried to look behind me to see what the intruder was doing. I saw part of a denim clad leg when he forced my cheek back onto the cool wood and stroked a hand up the inside of my thigh, just grazing my pussy, over my arse and up my back. 

Then within seconds he'd ripped my blue strapless dress off of my body, leaving me in my skimpy thong and heels. 

 Fuck, how hot is this! Bad Eve! Stop being such a bad girl. Only bad girls would be allowing this. Let alone enjoying it. Time to take a stand. "Stop." I whispered. 

 "Tell me to stop like you mean it and I promise not give you orgasm after orgasm all fucking night. I promise not to make you moan and scream until it hurts to use your voice. And I promise not to use your tight wet pussy like it's my favourite toy in the world." 

I took in a shaky breath...."Stop." 

He grabbed my hair in his fist, lifting my head from the table. Then his mouth was at my ear, "Now, that didn't sound very believable." Then I felt his teeth bite down on my ear lobe as he tugged on my thong, ripping it from my body. What did I do? I moaned. Loudly. 

 I felt his hands run over my arse, down my thighs then calfs to my ankles. His fingers circled each ankle and pulled. Spreading my legs far apart then he attached each ankle to the table legs. It felt like rope. 

 I was now restrained, completely naked, (apart from my black stilettos) spread eagled and bent over a table. My pussy juices making trails down my thighs. He slapped me hard across my arse. Forcing my body further into the table. He then went on to explain exactly what he was going to do to me. In the hottest fucking way possible.

                     ~~*~~

I felt like I was about to come already. He'd only used words, telling me how he's gonna make me scream, cum and moan. How I'll never have an experience so fulfilling. So powerful. 

 I heard the sound of his zipper and tried to get a crafty look. My head was slammed back down. 

"Bad girl, Eve. Now I'm going to have to take away your pleasure of sight. Aww, but don't worry my little slut. I can please you in much better ways." Then I couldn't see. A blindfold had been placed and secured over my eyes. 

My hair was pulled, my face forced towards the edge of the table and then his cock was in my mouth. Fuck, he was huge. He slammed to the back of my throat only twice and pulled out again. 

 "As nice as your mouth is," he moaned while circling the table. "I want to sample another hot part of your body before the fun really begins." 

 He was teasing me. Rubbing the head of his cock against my slit. Running over my clit and soaking in all my juices. He pushed into me the tiniest bit, but it still felt like a huge difference. 

 "Should I?" He pulled back out. "Or should I not?" Pushed in. "Should I?" Pulled out. 

 "Or should I not? " 

 Then his full length was slammed into me. I screamed. Fucking hell! He was huge. He didn't give me time to adjust. He carried on. 

Pounding into me over and over again. Rough, fast and hard. So fucking hard. 

 A ball was placed into my mouth without him breaking rhythm. Then leather straps secured around my head. A ball gag. Now I couldn't see, I couldn't scream or moan loud. I was still being fucked. His massive cock repeatedly slamming into me. I don't know how many times I'd come. No idea how many orgasms. 

They seemed to be rolling into one another. After what felt like hours he stopped. While he was rummaging through the drawers of the table I tried to get my breath back. I didn't have long. He pulled me by the waist as far as the ropes would allow. Something in the shape of a short fat pen was pressed against my slippery clit. Then I felt tape on my skin. The bastard taped it to me! 

 Next came the cold metal clip like things pinching my nipples. They pinched hard enough to sting but not enough to hurt. He then lifted me up. The rope sliding up the table legs along with me. He placed me on my knees on the table. I listened to the sound of one of our stools from the kitchen being dragged over to where I was just standing. There was another drawer opened and shut then I was being lifted back down.

 I felt the cool metal of the stool on my leg before I felt the vibrator at my pussy. It seemed like he let me have a quick feel of it against my entrance before slamming me down to my feet forcing the object all the way inside me. 

 My ropes were tightened, leaving no room for movement. Then suddenly the vibrations against my clit started. The vibrator inside of started jerking around and vibrating. My pussy walls tightened and I came. Harder than I've ever cum before. 

It didn't stop. 

 Everything was picked up a notch. The vibrations against my clit stronger than ever. The vibration and movement inside of me stronger and faster. The metal clips even felt tighter. I came again. Another orgasm. I tried to scream. 

"I'm leaving now." He whispered, biting down hard on my ear lobe, I come again. He takes off my blindfold and I watch the him walk away. Through my front door. 

 I come maybe 9 more times before the door opens again. My vision blurred. My strength weak.  Jay walks in. 

I come. 

He walks over to me and strokes my hair. "Whose been a naughty girl?" He asks. I moan. I'm being held up only by the ropes now. My body collapsed long ago. He walks behind me and strokes my ass. I come. 

"Looks like the party already started. Only bad girls would like this." He takes away the vibrator and stool. He leans his body over mine, making the nipple clamps tighter. 

"Only bad girls play pranks." Then his cock is slammed into me.

 I come....