Her name was Amanda
The party had been going for a few hours and I was feeling rather intoxicated. I was just starting to get bored with everyone around me when I saw her sitting at the kitchen table. Red hair, ivory skin, blue eyes and a body that screamed take me for a ride. I walked over and sat down next to her, she turned towards me and offered a smile. When I came to I was on top of her, my hands were wrapped around her throat and she was trying to pry my hands off. Her pants were off, but mine were still on. I released my grip and slapped her across the face. Her eyes welled up with tears and she moaned sharply. I reached down and undid my belt, I flipped her over, pulled her arms behind her back and tied the belt in a knot around her hands. As she struggled against me I could tell she was getting more and more excited. She screamed her curses at me and my cock grew harder and harder the more she fought. As quickly as I could I pulled my pants off, she tried squirming away but I easily held her in place. I grabbed a hold of the knot in the belt with my right hand and with my left I reached around and twisted her nipple. I pulled her back towards me and thrust into her as hard as I could. She was dripping wet and her pussy took the full length of my cock without a struggle. It was all over after a few hard thrusts and her body gripped my penis like a vice. I kissed her on the back of the head and went back to the party, leaving her tied up and covered in my cum
