Eli shoved her down against the bed. Her body fell hard, cushioned by the mattress as her torso landed. He pressed his hand to her back, palm resting between retracted shoulder blades. Her elbows spread and bent, her hands were spread in attempt to keep her head from pressing into the deep red blanket. Eli reached down and seized her wrists and twisted them back, aligning them in tandem behind the small of her back. She grunted, her face now twisted sideways to breathe, pointed to face the foot of the bed. Grinning, Eli watched her. Faye's long red hair normally graced her mid back, low enough to cover her now absent brazier straps. Now it draped around her face and shoulders, a curtain that hid her features. Eli chuckled as she tried to blow away from her nose. He took his left hand and encircled both her wrists, squeezing tight as he slammed on a pair of tiger print handcuffs.

'Good girl.' he teased.

He was going to fuck her tight little asshole, and Faye knew it. Eli reached down with a now idle hand. He slid it along her neck and stroked her upright cheek fondly. She exhaled deeply through her nostrils, warm breath surrounding Eli's outstretched fingers. His other palm dove under chest, and he searched out her breast. He took the soft flesh into his hands and squeezed gently. With two fingers, entrenched beneath the weight of her torso, he worked her nipple between their length. The soft mounds tensed with the stimulation and her body quivered. Eli used his palm to take a full grip, clenching the entirety of her breast, pumping slowly to arouse her. He fluidly shifted between her teat and their mounts, her growing pleasure evident with each deep breath. Satisfied that her nipples had become stiffened, he withdrew his hands despite her moaning protest. He returned a palm to her back, pressing her down once more, forcing out her breath and stifling another sigh. In slow motions, he traced down her spine until he reached her dimple, the uppermost border of two protruding cheeks that shielded her pleasure. As with her breasts, he took each into a full grip and parted, allowing Faye to feel his growing erection on her perineum. She was completely naked, but Eli still wore jeans, socks and shirt long strewn closer to the door. Nevertheless, denim only poorly stifled his tented member as it throbbed behind the metallic zipper. The top button popped open unintentionally, a kind stroke as Eli had no intention of removing his hands from Faye's ass. He let his fingers slide down, groping each cheek tenderly, before bringing his right hand mid-line and pressing. Immediately he recognized her womanhood, the silky dew a clear mixture that he worked between finger tips. Familiar territory as it was, he let them dance along the lips and part the folds, gliding along the pink mucosa and inwards. Her body went tense as they penetrated, Eli only stiffened further. His zipper casually lowering, an attempt to bring along the inevitable. His cock always was impatient, and he shifted his leg to let his pants fall down towards his ankles. Faye began to moan, his hands knowingly working themselves in and out, the rhythm of his thrusts was that of the skilled carpenter with his nail. Deeper they worked as he finally finished undressing. His member lay against her ass, continuously filling with blood, drove on by a carnal heart.

Her back arched, an attempt to slide him even deeper. The handcuffs dented her skin as Faye attempted the maneuver. Eli only hastened his pace, her liquids coating his knuckles and palms, even dripping to his wrists. She was close to climaxing, he realized. Lucky women, one third the work, three times the pleasure. Faye was almost bouncing with each thrust, timing each breath with the beat as his fingers collided with her pocketed fornix. He began to twist his fingers with each motion and she yelped, before quickly resuming her pace. Faye's ass was hot and moist, and his pre-ejaculate began to form a thin stream along her left cheek. Eli worked to finish her off, it was always easier to enter that sheltered posterior hole with Faye relaxed. Besides, the lubrication would only aid his imposition. And fuck her he would. He thrust faster, knuckles slamming into her vulva. Her breath ragged, chest heaving, back arched, Faye began to spasm. Red hair glistened as her neck thrust upwards, craning away from the bed. Even her ass tensed, and Eli only grew more aroused as she watched her pleasure surmount. He began to slow his pace, letting her regain her breath. If she had been wet before, she was now drenched, and small beads of her thick lubricant took their reach towards his elbow.

'Good girl.' he repeated. 'Now its my turn.'

Faye's breath was hot. The sweat on her face an odd mix of heat and cool as the fan above her wicked it away. Her hair only made it harder to breathe, but she didn't mind, casually blowing it away with a forced spurt. It coursed backward to land on her shoulder, allowing her an avenue to inhale. Her body was still electric. Her clitoris was alight. She tried to calm herself, but still felt the wave as it reached her fingers. The handcuffs that restrained them almost seemed to vibrate. They were cold, and confining. Eli leaned forward onto her, forcing her to exhale, metal jutting into her wrists as he finished fucking her with his fingers. She could feel him smearing her own lubrication along her outer lips and thighs. It too was cold, a juxtapose to the warmth that sweltered within her body. Her muscles ached to be freed, but held down as she was, she merely struggled. He was going to take her ass now, not that she had a choice in the matter. Eli loved to fuck her there, almost as she wanted him inside her. His cock was still throbbing against her ass, and she could feel his pulse as it bobbed quietly, slowly growing to a full length splayed against the flesh of her buttocks. The sensation reached her nipples, its last vestige before slowly dimming away. Not that the arousal left, it was as if the static was dissipating but her hunger renewed. She wiggled her ass playfully, letting his cock slide back and forth and smear itself along her ass cheeks. Eli's finger's slowly retreated from her pussy, leaving her with the sensation of emptiness within her pelvis. She wanted it back, again and again. Faye knew she wouldn't be waiting long. His hands fell from beneath her legs, and slid backwards, leaving a cold trail of moisture along her perineum. Thumb and fingers separated her mounds, exposing her to the circulating air within the room. Faye tensed her asshole, then tried to relax. Looking in the bedroom mirror nearby, she watched as the wrinkles tightened and relaxed. Eli was grinning, focused intently on her puckering flesh, one hand separating her and the other diving towards her tight entrance. Faye exhaled once more and closed her eyes, anticipating the damp wetness that coated his fingertips. Instead, she was greeted with a distinctly warm pad, moist but soft against her ass. Her eyes snapped open, and Eli was squatted down behind, red tongue lapping against her bum. Playfully he encircled her rim, and her eyes closed once more, trying desperately to catch each sensation. Completing a full circle, he bit down hard and Faye gasped. Her buttocks felt hotwired to her clit, and it once again alighted. She felt her arousal building once more, growing with each stroke of his tongue as it spiraled closer and closer to her anus. He had never done this before, and she couldn't stop her growing excitement. Breaths returning to an enhanced depth, Faye struggled to contain herself. She tried to reach backwards and just slam his mouth towards her asshole. Despite her intent, her hands remained affixed, her wrists only reminded of their bondage by the bite of the metal that surrounded them. Her patience couldn't wait, and his every stroke, every breath on her ass tested her resolve. He bit down, harder this time and Faye almost screamed. He wouldn't even have to reach her asshole, she was going to come again before that. Even still, she wanted him to finish her there. She wanted to feel his tongue, broad and flat, lapping against her asshole and diving within. Coating his taste buds in her sweat and her excretions, he wanted him to have it all, to lick her clean as she came, again and again.

Her fantasy was soon answered as his spiral closed tighter, his tongue settling to a halt, before lowering itself along her crack to slip along her asshole. It left a trail of cool saliva as it passed, and she felt her asshole tense again. Eli's tongue then returned, dipping itself inwards, prodding her asshole to open. Faye complied and he entered. The sensation so different from that within her pussy, but so satisfying. The thought of his mouth against her ass was so raw, so kinky, so... so... she just wanted to scream! Just as within her vagina, he penetrated her rhythmically. She felt her clamped sphincter relaxing as Eli worked himself within her. She could only imagine what he was smelling, what he was tasting. Somehow, even that made her want him more, deeper. Faye arched back again, and her buttocks lifted to surround his nostrils. He exhaled sharply before taking a labored breath in. And then her ass began to vibrate. From within her, his tongue was pulsating, each movement amplified. He was humming! Each crescendo caused her pelvis to yearn, to ache to be filled. She was so close to finishing again, her back no longer arching intentionally, instead fueled by a hormonal rage. Faye gasped, she moaned, she cried out. Her breasts compressed to the blanket, her neck craned once more, her bonds threatening to crush her wrists. She peaked. As if complying with the tension that attempted to smother her, even her ass tightened, clamping itself on his tongue, each contraction squeezing it harder and harder as Eli held it within her. His humming had ceased, but she wouldn't have cared. Her body had a mind of its own; the vibrations within drowning out any external source. Still, for as fast as it had overtaken her, it began to subside once more. She let it fade, there was no point in holding too tight. Faye hoped he would continue, succeed his tongue with his shaft, and let her summit once more.

Eli could taste her on his lips. Pungent but sweet, the flavors of her ass were not unpleasant. He could feel the base of his tongue aching. Forcing it within Faye had strained the slender muscle, but she had loved it. He could still feel her constriction around him; his cock was envious. It pounded and throbbed, wanting its own release. Eli would be happy to oblige. Faye's asshole had been stretched slightly, now openly awaiting his member. The petite wrinkled folds had been parted to accommodate, and glistened with his saliva. Warm and inviting, he watched her body settle from its wracked pose. She was still laying on her chest, and it heaved. He reached his hand to her hips and brushed them lightly, calming his beautiful prize. The pulsation of his cock continued, and as he stood tall, he knew she would feel it against her thigh and her ass. As he rose, he pressed himself forward, leaning in, letting his hand rest against her bonded wrists. She was forced down tight under his grip and he took his opposite palm to his shaft. Aligning himself with her anus, he pressed forwards, letting his head pop firmly inside. The rim engulfed it greedily, and he advanced. Her anal walls slid over him, his shaft disappearing within her constricting embrace. Engorged as he was, he felt himself throb within the tight cavity. The further he dove, the wider her asshole spread, until his full length was plunged into her. Eli was still leaning forward, allowing gravity to force himself as far as she could take. Faye moaned, deep yet feminine. Her perfume mingled with the sweat of her naked back, flitting to his nostrils. He began to thrust, careful and slow motions that worked against the suction of the bulging anal canal. Eli didn't want to hurt her, and he knew that despite his efforts, she would still be poorly lubricated. Even with gentle movements, he knew he would finish. Faye unwittingly worked her pelvis against him once more, even constricting herself onto him, enhancing his pleasure. Her practice on his tongue payed itself twofold, as her body urged him upwards with practiced maneuvers. Eli let himself build, and he knew that he would fill her soon. His cock wanted to explode, wanted to fill her with its white, smooth load. He watched Faye, watched her tension grow a third time. Watching the girl was a wonder, every time her arousal grew, his own tried to match her pace. It was reflected in his shaft, full and stiff, he couldn't slow himself if he tried. His hand reached to her clit, still wet with a never abating flow of vaginal lubricant, and worked in small circles. Her moans turned to gasps, terse staccato breaths that lifted her off the bed in small hops. Eli leaned in fully, allowing his mass to force her spread to her maximum. With his cock buried deep in her rectum, he grabbed her hips and lifted, arched pelvis somehow forced even closer, and came. He felt the release immediately. Gushing from his tip, it filled her with salted vigor. Eli felt himself continue to thrust, each time ejaculating further warmth into Faye. Delaying his orgasm only served to increase his volume. It continued for several more thrusts before finally waning, allowing his legs to break their stiff posture and right himself above her. Fresh lubrication now within, and blood returning upwards from his shaft, he exited far more easily than he entered. His head was coated in a mixture of tinged translucent fluid, his own blended with that from her ass, and it dripped to the floor of the bedroom. He reached for a small towel to clean himself before refocusing his attention on Faye. The girl still writhed against the bedside. Her body clearly at war with her bonds, he casually unlock the cuffs and she flung them off. Deliberate, yet impossible to fight, she shivered with an intensity as she brought her legs up and curled onto the bed. Taking the red blanket over herself, she rolled onto her side. Watching her pleasured struggle, Eli smiled. He jumped sideways, landing semi prone beside her. Draping his arm over the beautiful woman, he pulled her in close. Her head turned upwards to face his own, matching his smile with a toothy grin.

'Good girl.' Eli repeated, bringing her into a tight embrace.