The effect, for Serena was unbelievably erotic, her hands tied above her head, her legs were spread and carefully secured by leather cuffs. The lights were dimmed to a shadowy level and the background music had an eerie classical melody with an ominous base Serena did not recognize. Serena’s now wet weepy pussy was being tormented by Terronce’s ten inch cock as he used the massive head to entice her clit and force her juices to flow. Serena’s pleasure was tempered by whimpering fear. She begged him to go slow and be careful. She had never seen a cock this large up close and was sure it was going to be a challenge. He had already pushed it past her lips and it filled her mouth so full she could barely breathe. Terronce’s cock was nearly four inches longer than her husband’s and twice as thick. Serena could only raise her head high enough to see its massive head massaging above the opening of her vagina. She was shaking like a terrified animal with fear and anticipation. Serena wanted it badly and she pulled against the restraints to raise her ass to meet his tormenting member. Terronce’s chiseled figure, six-pack abs, square jaw and movie star looks loomed over her. All of it suggested an ability to drive the massive tool farther into her than Serena could easily accept. Although his amazingly command of the sexual language that placed him between her legs it was now replaced by his ability to make good on his promises. He pushed into her opening far enough to make her feel the size and girth of his cock causing her to gasp. Serena knew he had gone as deep as Brad ever could and there was more, much more. Terronce then pulled back and nearly out while prying upward and scooping her juice with the flanged head of his tool. Serena again verbalized her desire to be slowly fucked when Terronce suddenly slid backward from his kneeling position and stood up staring at her.It was a strange şişli escort look, “Give me a couple minutes,” Terronce low tone continued, “This is going to be an experience like nothing before.” He turned and left the room. Serena’s mind was now racing as she wondered what he could possibly be doing. He hadn’t brought anything but wine and flowers. A couple minutes later Serena heard the front door close. Oh no, did he let someone in? She held her breath fearfully waiting to hear footsteps or movement but, heard nothing. She noticed the music stopped a few seconds before she heard the door close. She thought it was between melodies and now realized that was not the reason. It was totally quiet, she was alone, tied to the bed, feeling nearly helpless, trying to comprehend. Serena waited another few minutes trying to remain calm. Finally, Serena decided she had better do something and worked until she pulled one hand free. It was not as secure as she led to believe and as soon she had completely freed herself she ran from the room to see what was missing. Terronce was gone, the flowers were there, the CD ejected, two empty wine glasses sat on the table and nothing appeared to be missing except, Terronce. Serena was having the strangest what the fuck moment when her cell phone started playing her husband’s corny text-message alert. Serena thought what a lousy time for him to send a text. She had buried her cell phone under a pillow on the couch so it wouldn’t interrupt the mood in the bedroom. Serena dug it out from under the cushions and thought, “Great! I get abandoned at the peak of my most erotic experience and now that asshole calls. What else can go wrong?” ***** Brad’s text, “How was the date?” It was Friday evening. He should be on a plane coming back from his monthly conference over a thousand miles away. Serena typed, “Where are you?” “In Dallas, flight delay.” mecidiyeköy escort “What date?” She thought he might be guessing. “C’mon don’t lie.” Brad knew something. “Fuck you.” Serena thought he had someone spying on her. “Like Terronce cock?” Brad always enjoyed knowing more than he would tell. Serena suddenly felt victimized up close and personal. How the hell would Brad know unless the whole thing was a set-up? She sat down buried her face in her hands and started to cry. The fight that broke them up was over three months old and Serena had not heard from him since. She threw him out after he told her his secretary gave better blowjobs and took her on the following trip instead of Serena. “You still there?” Brad taunted. Serena regained her composure and realized he could not see her breakdown. It somehow gave her courage. “You are a no good worthless piece of shit.” Serena shook as she typed. “My portfolio proves otherwise.” Brad’s arrogance infuriated her. “Shit smells better.” Serena’s words were weapons when she was angry. She was angrier than she had been in her entire thirty-five years. “Too bad you can’t fuck with that passion.” Brad didn’t let up. “This isn’t over.” Serena stopped short of an actual threat. “Thanks for the warning, I will be careful.” Serena cut the conversation off before he could revel any more. Even though she couldn’t see him, she knew Brad was laughing his staccato laugh and surely with tears rolling down his cheeks. It made her sick to think she used to find his laugh attractive. Serena ran down her call list looking for Brad’s friend, Steve’s number. She entered the number while wishing she had put Steve on her speed dial list. “Serena, it wasn’t my idea.” Steve had wanted nothing to do with the prank. He really liked Serena even though she considered him low life scum. “You knew?” Serena screamed into the phone. “I was sworn to secrecy. You know Brad is no one to mess with,” Steve’s reply was quick, “I was supposed to come untie you if you didn’t answer Brad’s messages.” “Tell me everything, you turd, or I swear I will come over and beat you until you run out of blood.” Serena was even more furious. “What do you want to know?” Steve didn’t doubt she would be on her way. “Everything,” Serena screamed. “Well, I assume you know why we call Brad “Boomerang” don’t you?” Steve questioned. “No and I don’t really care.” Serena was not interested in a history lesson. “In college we learned very quickly that pulling a prank on Brad was not a good thing,” Steve told her anyway, “He always said, good one but, all hell was going to break loose. When he played a trick he was unmerciful. It was like getting hit by a boomerang. It always hurt like hell.” “So this was one hundred percent Brad’s idea?” Serena settled a little. “Front to back and one of the girls in the office gave him Terronce’s number. He is a dancer-stripper over at the nine-T-nine club. He does strip shows for parties and is an escort. The girls say he has no real interest in sex, only in the pay.” “You knew about Terronce?” Serena grew more depressed. “His stage name is Terrible Terry according to the girls at work,” Steve’s voice had a humorous tone. “Would you like to fuck me?” Serena was searching for revenge. “I didn’t hear that and if you ask again I may go totally deaf,” Steve’s voice rose to a higher pitch. Steve wanted nothing to do with anything that might get him a trip to Siberia or worse. “So I’ll have to catch him myself and run his ass over,” Serena now sounded vicious. “My hearing is getting worse by the minute.” Steve knew Serena’s temper. “Steve, you know I can’t just let this pass are you going to help me or not.” “Absolutely not, I have a family to feed. In fact, I’m done with both sides of this fight,” Steve was sincere. Serena hung up she knew this was a dead end road. After a couple more glasses of wine, a short review of how she got into this and a couple discarded ideas Serena remembered Bill Norton.