Tracys Poolside Betrayal

Entering into Tracy's house, I call out to her, walking into the kitchen, I notice her lying on the lounge chair by the pool. I quietly sneak out to the patio walking up behind the chair. Tracy stands up facing the pool, immediately feeling a hand placed across her mouth. My arm snakes around her waist and I push her up against the wall. Struggling to escape, she finds herself pinned to the wall unable to move. " Shhh, Tracy, enough of that," I whisper in her ear, " Why don't you make it easy on yourself and stop struggling. I know your husband has moved out so you and I are going to have a little fun."

Suddenly, Tracy feels herself being spun around and the hand is again placed over her mouth. With her back against the wall, she can now see me. Dressed in black, I run my eyes up and down her body. Tracy's breath quickens as she wonders what I want.
" If I remove my hand, do you promise not to scream?" I ask. She nods meekly and my hand is removed. " What do you want?" " Tracy, I know a lot about you. I've been watching you for a very long time, waiting until the time was right to fuck you again."
" If you want money, I have some..." " Shut up, Tracy, you think I want money? Why settle for that when you have so much more to offer me."

Slowly Tracy understands what is going to happen as I lick my lips and again run my eyes over her body. " Oh yes, baby, we are going to have a great time. I know how much you need a real man's cock in between your legs. How long you've had to do without?" With that, she feels my hands roughly grab her tits. A slight sliver of electricity runs through her body as I roughly caress her breast. She tries to break away, I press her back against the wall. Putting my hand over her mouth again, I lean in and whisper in her ear....." We can do this hard or easy, Tracy, it is going to happen. I need to fuck you and you need to be fucked." Suddenly, Tracy feels my hand grabbing her crotch, slowly squeezing.......

" Damn, yes, Tracy, I can feel your heat already." I take my hand away from he mouth, Tracy moans, " Please, let me go, please." " I told you to shut up, Tracy." Grabbing her blouse, I rip it apart, the buttons flying in every direction. Her blouse is now open, her heaving breasts behind a silky black bra. " Damn, that's what I'm talking about, Tracy. I can't wait to ravish those tits of yours." Pushing her onto the lounge chair, she watchs as I slowly unbuttons my shirt. As I take it off, she can't help but be drawn to hairy chest and muscled arms. " Take off your blouse, Tracy....then slowly take off your bra. I want to see those tits."

Tracy tries to slide off the chair and escape, I grab her and push her back on the chair. " Damn it, I told you to stop struggling, now take off your bra." Slowly, she removes the remnants of her torn blouse. As if in a trance, she reachs behind and unhooks her bra, letting the straps slowly fall past her shoulders as her bra falls onto the chair. " Son of a bitch, Tracy, damn you look hot. I can't wait to suck those sweet nipples," I say. Unbuckling my pants, she sees the big bulge of my hardening cock behind my underwear.
Pushing her up toward the top of the lounge chair, I take her hands and raises them above her head. Suddenly, she hears the click of cold steel as the handcuffs are slapped around her wrists binding her to the top of the chair.

" No, No." She screams as her trance breaks and she grasps the gravity of her situation. Her cries are cut short as she feels the stickiness of the duct tape as it is placed over her mouth. " Fine, Tracy, have it your way." Tracy continues to struggle as I reach down to remove her flip flops. Leaning over her, I unbutton her shorts and slowly begin to pull them down her legs. She tries to kick, I just push her legs down and pull her shorts off. " Jesus, Tracy......what a fine body you have. I know you were worth seeing again." Tracy tries to scream under the gag as I grasp the side of her hips and in a quick motion, yank her panties down her legs. Completely naked now, she can only lie there as I stand over her, the bulge in my underwear is a pronounced monster. Reaching into a bag she had not noticed before, I take out two silken ropes. Taking each ankle, I quickly bind her legs to

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