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  She chuckled, and replied, “No, I don't trust you that much, yet.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and again reached for his erection. The smooth skin slid across her forearm and when she took hold of him again, he groaned. “How about I cuff you, this time? Why don't you climb onto the bed and put your hands up so I can cuff you to the headboard?” She dangled the cuffs where he could see them, and waited for him to agree. She knew he had to. He might want to tie her up, but he had to know she couldn't let that happen, yet. He'd feel obliged to give in, even it he wasn't thrilled with the idea of being helpless.

  "Sure, why not?” he said, after eying the cuffs and her for a few moments. “Just this time, though.” He slid past her and onto the bed. Crawling forward, she got a closer look at his ass. Tight and well muscled, with a deep cleft and a tiny patch of hair at the base of his spine. He flopped over and lay sprawled on his back. Reaching up, he held his hands for her to cuff. “Be gentle,” he said, then winked.

  She slid a cuff around one of Tony's wrists and buckled it. Then, with the other in her hand, she hopped off the bed and went to the headboard. Sliding the unused cuff around one spindle of the headboard, she quickly slipped the fur-lined leather around his free wrist and buckled it tight.

  Her heart gave an extra quick beat. She had him. Running the tip of her index finger down his arm, she smiled at his helplessness. Tweaking a nipple, she smiled when he grunted and tried to pull away. How warm his flesh was under her hand. How he squirmed when she teased his nipple or ran her fingers down his side.

  "You like that?” she asked and slid her hand over his stomach towards his throbbing erection. She ignored it, continuing down to caress along his inner thigh.

  "Oh, yeah, baby.” He thrust his hips up, sending his cock into a wildly jerking dance on his lower stomach. “You know you want it, come on and take it."

  Amber sat close, facing him. She continued to trace circles on his thigh, moving ever closer to his groin. His testicles shifted, the sac tightened, skin crinkled. She allowed a few tendrils of pubic hair to brush her knuckles as her hand moved between his thighs. He shuddered in response and strained against the cuffs.

  "You want me to hold them?” She slid her fingernail over the wrinkled flesh. His groan was music to her ears as was the tightening of his buttocks.

  "Damn, my ass—” He bit off whatever else he was about to say.

  Too late. She knew the worm had nestled itself into its deep, dark new home. It would be excreting the irritant, making Tony's anus itch as if a swarm of mosquitoes was in there, practicing their aim.

  Amber slipped her hand further back, under his balls and lightly scratched his perineum. Tony spread his legs wide. He was breathing like he'd run a marathon. He took in great gulps of air, his stomach quivered. Sweat beads sparkled like diamonds on his forehead and more glistened over most of his body. He thrust his hips high again, humping the air.

  "You didn't answer me,” she cooed and circled his balls with the tip of her finger. “Do you want me to hold them?"

  "Yes. God, yes!” he groaned.

  Gently, much too gently, Amber took hold of his balls. She knew he'd be desperate for some real stimulation, but instead, she cupped and patted the walnut-sized orbs. He clenched his buttocks and dug his heels into the bedding for better purchase, thrusting his hips toward her hand.

  "More, pull them,” he begged, demanded. He flung his head to the side, eyes wide, he glared at her. “Do it, pull on my balls,” he urged.

  "But, I don't want to hurt you,” she meekly replied, forcing her laughter down. It wasn't his balls he wanted her to attend to, but he couldn't ask her to invade his ass. She was in her glory. All the frustration and anger surfaced. She wanted to make him suffer the embarrassment she'd borne at his hands, the frustration of being an ugly duckling for so long, and the humiliation of his thoughtless act. She wanted him to suffer as he'd made her suffer.

  He fought the cuffs then, straining to get free. Of course he couldn't, and that seemed to only make him fight more. “Fuck!” he wailed and thrashed his hips up and down, his butt clenching and unclenching. Amber lost her careful hold on his balls, and simply sat back and enjoyed the spectacle of him struggling. And what an amazing sight that was. Tony flailed back and forth, pulling at the cuffs, fighting them and yanking on them until she was worried he'd damage the headboard. Finally breathless, he stopped and lay back against the pillow. “Fuck!” he repeated, glaring at her. “What did you do to me? Let me go!"

  "But I thought you were horny? Thought you wanted to play,” she purred, reaching for him again. She palmed his testicles, a little more firmly, and massaged them. His erection hadn't faltered, and using her free hand, she ran her index finger up and down the large vein pulsing along the underside. “I thought you liked me."

  He looked at her. His eyes were glazed, his face flushed. His brow wrinkled and he sputtered for a moment, as if he was trying to say just the right thing. He closed his eyes and took a deep shuddering breath, then looked at her again, more steadily and said, “I do like you. And I am horny.” He shuddered again, then added, “I can't remember being this horny before, ever.” He clenched his hands so tight, his knuckles were white. “Just stroke me,” he moaned.

  "You want me to stroke your cock?” she teased him, but before he could reply her hand was on his shaft.

  "Yeah, stroke it, baby."

  Amber tightened her grip around his pulsing shaft and ever so slowly worked it up and down, from the rim to the base. Tony churned his hips, flexing his thighs. His skin shone with sweat. When she slipped her hand off his balls, and ran it back over his buttocks, he gave a strangled gasp.

  "You have such a nice ass, Tony.” She massaged his butt the best she could, all the while masturbating him. “You like it when I play with your ass?” She slid a finger along the cleft, pressing and circling until she found her mark. The crinkled opening to his anus quivered when she pressed her finger against it.

  He groaned and in a husky voice whispered, “Yes. God, I've never had anyone touch me there. Oh my God, yes."

  Amber eased her index finger into the tight opening to the first knuckle. His anal ring tightened then loosened, as if he was trying to milk her finger. She pressed inward and wasn't surprised when the second ring stopped her. She applied steady pressure and continued manipulating his erection, and soon enough her finger popped in. Smooth, silky walls clutched her finger.

  "You don't remember me, do you?"

  Tony looked confused, his lust-filled eyes unfocused. “Don't remember. Never met you before,” he slurred and pumped his hips.

  She slid her finger around, wiggling it in search of his prostate. The slightly rougher texture under her finger told her she'd found the walnut-sized nugget. Smiling at her success, she said, “Yeah, you met me before. Long time ago.” She made the typical ‘come hither’ motion with her finger, and her excitement rose when he froze.

  "Oh God, oh God,” he whispered in a hushed litany. Copious amounts of pre-come oozed from the tip of his cock and quickly lubricated his shaft. He didn't come, and she was both surprised and pleased.

  "I want you to roll over now, onto your hands and knees,” she said in a much sterner voice.

  She thought he might refuse or argue, but after only a moment of silence, Tony muttered softly and rolled over. “Full of ideas, aren't you?” he asked.

  Amber released her hold on him, and pulled her finger from his anus. He struggled, his hands still cuffed to the headboard, but finally, he lay sprawled on his belly. He clenched his butt and thrust his hips forward, driving his prick against her bedding.

  "Hey,” she admonished and slapped his ass. “Up, on your knees. Quit messin’ up my bed."

  He chuckled drunkenly, but a moment later had risen to his hands and knees as she requested. He swayed a little, but spread his knees for balance.

  "Beautiful,” Amber said and ran her hand along his back and over his ass. “You said you had an itch, right?” She slid her fingers down his thigh to the knee then back up again. Her fingers came to rest on the inside of his thigh, very close to his testicles.

  He looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah, an itch. Really deep inside me."

  She slid her fingers upward along his cleft, from just above his balls, over his tightly clenched anus to dimple above the crease.

  He groaned and flexed his buttocks, obviously trying to trap her fingers. “Push your fingers in me again."

  "Like this?” she asked and slid her index finger around his anus before gently pressing inward. The spongy outer ring clenched, then relaxed, allowing her finger to slip inside. The muscles tightened, squeezing her finger. When the ring loosened, she pushed and her finger slowly sank in to the knuckle. She twisted her hand, aligning another finger at the outer rim. When he clenched again, her finger was sucked in, both sinking to the hilt. His groan encouraged her to withdraw to the outer rim, then plunge in again. “Push your ass back. Legs wide.” Her instructions came shotgun fast, and his response was to obey.

  "Oh, God, fuck me,” he growled. She reached for his dangling hard-on. Her fist going around the shaft, she squeezed it tightly. The head bulged and turned an even deeper shade of plum. The tip leaked pre-come in a long silvery ribbon.

  "How's that itch?” she teased. Her fingers found his prostate, and she stroked it.

  He sobbed before answering, madly pumping his hips. His balls slapped her hand. “It's driving me crazy.” He peered back at her. His face held that look of desperation she'd only seen on a man who is on the verge of coming, but for some reason, can't. That's exactly what he was experiencing. The worm. “What did you do to me?"

  "Still don't remember me, do you?” She slid yet another finger into his clutching anus and slowly pump
ed the trio in and out of him. His hole fluttered and gripped her rhythmically and the longer she fucked him, the more intense the heat became.

  "No, no, I don't know you.” He shook his head. His eyes were closed, and he seemed lost in his private world of lust and need. His body moved with her. His prick pulsed and drooled as she pumped it. “What the fuck did you do to me?"

  "You don't remember me.” She sighed and thrust her fingers hard against his prostate. He grunted, but not in pain. Whether he understood her or not, she wasn't sure, but he would soon enough. “Then again, you might not remember a great many women's names. You used enough of us.” She drove her fingers in hard again, and smiled at his grunting response.

  "A couple of years ago. I'm Amber Scott, the plump chick you thought you'd try, just to get away from all the good looking ones.” She drove into him again. “Remember now?"

  He shook his head, but his eyes gave him away. If he didn't remember her, he remembered someone like her, and that was good enough. “Yeah, you remember those times. You thought you were King Dong. All the women wanted a piece of you.” She twisted her fingers and punctuating each sentence by ruthlessly driving them in hard.

  "I never hurt anyone.” His body responded to her hands. He arched his back and pushed his ass back toward her. “I just showed them a good time. Never promised nothing."

  "You haven't changed at all, have you?” She released his cock and slipped her fingers out of his ass, wiping them across his thigh. Bouncing off the bed, she went to the night table and opened it. Inside was the cream made from the jungle flower. Beside it lay the butt plug she'd purchased the week before, in preparation for this weekend.

  "Changed, what the fuck are you talking about?” It seemed Tony was beginning to understand that something was up—other than his cock. He peered at her and again tugged against the cuffs, but obviously knew how futile that was. “Amber, please, what did you do? My asshole, I'm going crazy—please!"

  Amber laughed and pulled out the large butt plug and the cream, one in each hand. “Tony, the worm you ate, well, it wasn't exactly an aphrodisiac. Not quite.” She waved the butt plug back and forth in front of his face and simply held the cream.

  His eyes widened when he realized what the plug was for. “Wait. What do you mean, not an aphrodisiac? You said—"

  "Yes, I said,” she interrupted. “Just like you said you liked me. Just like you used me for an entire weekend. Turned me on. Fucked me until I could barely walk. Told me how much you liked me, how much you wanted to get to know me better.” She felt her face grow hot and knew it had to be flushed. “I loved you, and you laughed at me,” she cried. “I ran. I was so ashamed I left town, left the country."

  "No wait, I—"

  "You what? You're sorry? You made a mistake? You lied?” she spat the words. “I cared for you. I knew I wasn't pretty. I knew I didn't stand a chance of having you, until you asked me out—until you made me feel so good. Then you fucking laughed at me."

  Tony squirmed. The effect of the worm didn't stop, he couldn't forget the sensation deep in his ass, couldn't put it aside while he reasoned with her. But, his expression had changed. He wasn't sober, but his drunken slur was gone when he spoke. “Amber, I remember you. You had bad skin and your nose—"

  "Yes, I was fat and had bad skin, and my nose had a horrible bump.” Her face crumbled and tears threatened. The memory of how she once was still hurt. “And you used me. That poor innocent woman who had never been on a date. You used her."

  "I'm so sorry, Amber. I didn't know."

  Amber straightened up and fought back the tears. She wouldn't allow him to see her cry. “The worm. It's inside you still. It comes from the Amazon. That's where I was for some time. A medicine woman showed it to me and explained how it attaches itself to the soft tissue at the top of the rectum. Women there use it to curb their husbands’ wandering ways. It secretes a substance that makes you itch. But I guess you've got that figured out already, haven't you?"

  Tony nodded. His eyes were wide, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

  "It'll stay attached for twenty-four to forty-eight hours. For that time, you will feel its effects. The itching won't stop. You'll be horny for that entire time, unless a certain cream is applied.” She held up the small tub of cream she'd taken from the drawer. “This cream."

  "Shit, woman, what have you done?” His thighs tensed and she knew his ass was on fire from the worm's excretions.

  "I've simply turned the tables on you. For the next two days, you'll do anything to make the itching stop. I'm the only one who can stop it. Only temporarily, of course, the cream only soothes the itch for about half an hour. I've only got enough cream for two, maybe three treatments, so that's something to think about, too. Don't want to use it all up the first few hours."

  "You're crazy.” He reared back, sitting his butt down on his heels and arms extended ahead, glaring at her. Then his expression changed. “One to two full days. That's the weekend, all weekend."

  "Yes, all weekend. You're mine. The tables are turned, Mr. Tony Jeffers.” She dropped the tub of cream on the bed and reached for him. Her desire was back, and she wanted him. Winding her fingers into his thick mane of hair, she pulled his face close to hers. “How does it feel to be an object ... a sex toy?” She pulled him closer. Their lips met and she slid her tongue across his, gently probing them. When they parted, she eased her tongue inside, tasting the stale booze and a hint of peppermint. Finally, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Well, do you think you can handle being a sex toy for the weekend?"

  He blinked and to her surprise, he blushed. Lowering his eyes, he replied, “Yes ... please."

  It was her turn to be surprised. Please? Where had that come from? “Lean forward, forehead to the bed."

  He smiled and looked at her intently for a moment, then lowered his head to the bed. Ass high, he presented a wonderful picture.

  Amber found her lubricant and after slathering it over the full length of the plug, she eased it into his clutching, more than ready, ass. He groaned and wriggled, and sighed as she pushed it deep. Firmly, she tapped on the base several times to be sure it was well seated. “All right, time for you to earn your keep. You'll be here for the weekend, and I need satisfying. I seem to remember that you know how to use that gorgeous mouth of yours really well."

  He lifted his head and looked her way. “Thank you."

  "Hold still.” She unfastened the cuffs and before he could put up any kind of struggle, she refastened them behind his back. “Now, sit up and watch."

  He struggled upright, spreading his knees to balance himself and looked at her. She'd risen from the bed and turned her back on him. Over her shoulder, she whispered, “Watch carefully.” She stripped for him, teasing him mercilessly with tantalizing bits of skin and probing with her fingers where he'd later be using his tongue. She tweaked her nipples until the pain overshadowed the pleasure in a most scrumptious manner. She scraped the flesh of her inner thighs with the same fingers that had tormented him to insane distraction. Panties shed, she lifted one leg and planted her foot next to his throbbing cock head. Then, while he panted and groaned his need, she spread her labia wide and showed him the hard pearl nestled and waiting for his attention.

  "Ready to please me?” she asked him and climbed onto the bed. She positioned herself so that all he had to do was turn to the right and lean down. Her pussy was there, wet, waiting, eager to be tasted.

  "Yes,” he said in a voice that was barely recognizable. He thrust his hips, no doubt shifting the plug to rub against his prostate. “Yes, please."

  He shifted and leaned forward, driving his cock along the bedding. His mouth landed squarely over her well-trimmed pussy, his tongue to the taut pearl of her clit. She held herself open for him, directing his tongue, his lips, and teeth to her special pleasure zones. He lapped along the sides of her clit, leaving its tip alone to expand and pulse until she cried out with the need to come. Her muscles tensed. Hands buried in his hair, she held his mouth where she wanted it most. Soaring, gasping for breath, she exploded. Her juices sprayed his face, some he lapped up while more ran down his chin. She ground his nose against her clit, extending her pleasure by ruthlessly using him. His struggles simply added to her enjoyment.