Screaming for Vengeance-HNT

It's just about three AM as I glanced at the alarm clock. I heard the knock, the knocks I should say, rattling against my door. Who in the hell would dare wake me at this hour? I rose from the bed and grabbed for my robe. I paused a second to gaze in amazement at the morning wood I was sporting (It really does have a mind of its own). I slipped on the robe and headed towards the noise still coming from my front door. Again, “Knock, Knock, Knock” gradually getting louder. I took a look through the peephole and saw a finger obstructing my view. At this point I had a pretty good idea of who it was. I debated on opening the door. Against my better judgment, and to stop the annoying rapping on my door, I unlocked the deadbolt and open it.
There before me stood “K”. What a site she was. She was obviously inebriated as she swayed side to side. She looked pretty rough for this time of the day. “Can I come in” she slurred trying her best not to give away the fact that she was loaded. Did I have a choice? Who knows what in the hell she might do if I left her drunken ass out there in the hallway? Besides, there was the morning wood to consider. Why not? I stepped aside to allow her to pass. I shut and locked the door behind her. There she was, standing in the center of my living room. Although she was polluted, she still was beautiful. Deep down within this image before me was someone I cared for. Someone I had shared my most secret confessions with. We stood there silent what seemed like forever. “Well”, she said. “I was thinking the same thing” I replied. “Aren’t you going to cuss me out, tell me all about myself”? I did not reply. “SAY SOMETHING” she shouted. I asked her what she thought I should say. She described how miserable she had felt, wondering, not knowing, and how she hurt not only the one she loved but her dear friend. I just stood there, listening, watching her try to stand and keep her composure as she confessed her wrongs to me. I was making her sweat. Now this was a Kodak moment. The more she appealed and plead her case, the more I wanted her naked and on me. “Enough”, I said. She stood quiet, her eyes staring like a child awaiting punishment. “Oh, sweet revenge” I thought. I untied my robe and let it drop to the floor.
I sat on the couch with “K” on the floor, her head between my legs. She must have been real sorry because she was not holding back on me. I just leaned backed and watched her head bob, up, down, around, repeat. Normally I would be gentle with dear “K”, but not this time. I grabbed her hair and twisted it around my hand and assisted her, pulling her head downward while thrusting myself upward. I knew this was risky as her “Gag reflex” was coming into play and after all she was drunk. After sometime of taking enjoyment of watching her work it, I released her hair, took her by the upper arm and hauled her off into my room. I sat before her on my bed facing her, watching her remove her clothing. I reached into the drawer and grabbed it. To assure that my point was well taken, I handed “K” a condom and told her to put it on. “K” hated condoms. She also hated that fact that I was making her use one now as before I had always trusted her. I could see it on her face, in her eyes. This got to her. With Jimmy wrapped and “K” naked, I told her to assume the position, on all fours, head up straight forward in front of the full length mirror. I arrived behind her and began into her. I kept telling her to watch, “Look at the person in the mirror”. “K” obeyed every word. This was actually turning me on beyond belief. I never before played this card before, I liked it. I was wide-awake now and fully into “K”, literally. I served “K” her punishment, from behind watching her watch herself and us in the mirror. This whole thing was way erotic and I knew wouldn’t last much longer. I told her to tell me she was sorry. “Sorry” she whimpered. “LOUDER WHORE” I demanded as I was hitting deep and turning the corner towards home. “I AM FUCKING SORRY” she yelled. Just then she exploded and began pushing back at me, matching my rhythm, slapping up into me. That was all she wrote.
We lie there together, both exhausted, sticky from the ordeal. I glanced at the time. There was no use in my trying to sleep as I would need to prepare for work soon. “K” had been silent ever since I made her dispose of the spent condom. She must be sobering up I thought as we lie there. I gently run my fingers through her hair and up and along her face. She truly was beautiful. I got out of bed to go shower and prepare for work and “K” asked “Do you really forgive me? Is everything OK? Are WE OK”? I turned back to her, looked her dead in the eyes and said “K my dear, I was never upset, it was all a joke”! As I entered the bathroom I heard something hit the wall beside me. Thank God she is a bad aim.




Yes, I know. I am getting fat! And the huge pimple is so attractive!