Your key turns in the lock and I hear you softly sigh once the door shuts firmly behind you. I watch you from the shadows, you don’t see me, and you’re oblivious to my presence. The darkness does not scare you for you’re content to refrain from switching on the hallway light. Instead you kick off your shoes, freeing your slender tanned feet. I study you, holding my breath in case you should hear me hiding there in the darkness of your apartment. I am an intruder in your peaceful sanctum. I am violating your safe haven. I feel no remorse.
You shed your tailored jacket, indulging in a languid stretch. Your silk blouse becomes partially untucked from the waistband of your skirt and I’m fascinated by the sliver of creamy mid-drift I catch a glimpse of. I swallow hard, instantly aroused but more so because I am stealing these private moments.
You pad barefoot down the hall, moving ever closer to where I am concealed, caped and covered in the shroud of night. You still don’t know that I am here, lying in wait… Until it’s too late of course. I seize my chance when you are less than a foot from me. My arm shoots out towards you. My hand finds its target, locks on and clamps down onto your pretty mouth. You literally jump out of your skin as I grasp you firmly. My palm muffles your terrified cries. Survival instinct comes into play instantaneously. You put up an impressive fight, you are stronger than your slim frame would suggest. I have to assert some force to bring you under control, to restrain your raging limbs. I roughly pull your arms behind your back, my other hand just managing to suppress your protesting lips. I press my mouth against your ear and talk to you in a soft low voice. It’s a voice you do not recognise and a fresh wave of panic descends on you.
“Stop struggling and you’ll make this a lot easier on yourself.” I growl. Feisty as you are, you put up resistance. I merely yank your arms harder behind your back making you whimper in discomfort. I mean you no harm but you are not to know this and so you lash out with your legs instead.
“Have it your own way…” I warn you, taking a heavy-duty tie-grip from my pocket to bind your wrists together with. I know its grip will be tight; the plastic will be cutting into your skin. However it has the desired effect and subdues you a fraction, for a moment at least. You try to speak; I feel your mouth moving under my grip.
“I’ll remove my hand but if you scream, you’ll wish to God you hadn’t…Do we have a deal?” My voice is a low rasp, it sounds eerily alien to even myself.
You nod vigorously in agreement but to make certain I jerk your arms back again anyway to show you I mean business.
You gasp and gulp down air when I take away my hand, I hear you crying quietly in fear. I sense your whole body shaking and it gives me a surge of excitement. You are at my mercy, I am in control, I hold ultimate power.
“Ple..plea…please don’t hurt me!... What do you want? I’ll give you whatever you want just please, please don’t hurt me.”
Your cries play on my emotions for a split second. I soon snap out of it just as quickly as cold ruthless command resumes.
“Do exactly as I say and maybe I’ll go easy on you… “I sneer at you, offering nothing in the way of comfort.
“I have money, is that what you need? I can sort it… “Your voice stammers and pleads in desperation.
“Just shut your mouth and do exactly as I tell you, bitch.” I reply cruelly, feeling another jolt of arousal shoot through me.
You seem to get the message loud and clear. You try your best to stifle your sobs, biting down on your bottom lip. Nothing disguises the way in which you tremble. I push you down the corridor towards the master bedroom, forcing you forward to what you must surely believe is your doom. It’s even darker in here which works in my favour and alarms you further still.
“Please! Oh please, I’m begging you…” Your whispered pleas make the blood flow straight to my cock. I’m stiff in seconds.
“Get over there.” I order you. “Now, bend over the end of the bed, face down. I said bend over!...” I do not raise my voice to you. It is far more sinister speaking quietly instead.
You hesitate so I give you a helping hand by shoving you forward.You fall face first down onto the mattress. Another cry escapes you.
“What do you want from me?”
“You shall find out soon enough.” I laugh softly. It dawns on you what it is I have in store.
“Oh God! Please! No….” You begin sobbing violently.
“Sssh…” I soothe. “Don’t fight me. It will hurt if you struggle.”
I take the liberty of stroking your hair with my leather gloved hand as though you are a child seeking comfort.
Then I do a much less sentimental thing. I roughly hike up your skirt, up and around your hips to reveal your long stocking clad thighs. I feel the fine silk lingerie you’re wearing, savouring it’s quality before tearing them off you, not in the least bit concerned if my actions hurt you or not. My interest lies between those creamy smooth thighs. I am impatient for that which I set out to get from you.
“Open your legs. Do it now.” I order you.
By now your crying is soft; you seem to have resigned to your fate. Once again I offer you a helping hand by roughly parting your legs. Even in the darkness I know just how good your pussy looks. I have explored it so many times before, gorging on it’s sweet nectar, made love to it for hours…
For you this situation is completely different. You believe I am a stranger, a dangerous intruder who at any moment is set to defile you. Your face is buried in the expensive bed linen, maybe through shame, perhaps fear, probably both. I pay no heed instead I begin twisting my fingers in and out of your slit forcefully, a wry smile playing at my lips as I do so.
“Well, well, well. You seem to be getting wet for me.” I remark in the same ice cold voice. I see you try and shake your head but I am not interested in your denials or objection. By now I have my own most basic and primitive needs that must be attended to.
Without hesitation I pull my solid weapon free. I note that my underwear is more than a little wet from my pre-cum. I clutch my cock for a second feeling it twitch at the prospect of being forced deep inside your hole. No build up or foreplay tonight. I am just going to give you a hard, fast fucking, one that will result in my balls exploding cum all over your lovely taut arse. Pressing my helmet into you, I continue with the theme of surprise. I spear you with my entire length, right up to it’s hilt. I have to force myself not to moan out loud in sheer pleasure for you have such a perfectly tight fitting slit, enhanced this evening by your cunt muscles fighting to restrict my entry.
Still I forge onwards, no obstacle I cannot overcome. Tonight I am not concerned with controlling myself. I am not worried about holding back my cum and it feels liberating. Tonight I am here solely to fuck your pussy into oblivion, until you are sore and until I release my seed upon you.
You take me by surprise. I feel you relaxing your sex muscles somewhat. You take me back even more as you begin to grind your arse back into me. Your pussy starts to push back onto my invading shaft as I fuck you. I dig my fingers into the flesh of your thighs to keep my balance. I pull on your hair, hard, lifting your head off the bed momentarily.
If I didn’t know any better I’d believe your actions are those of a woman highly aroused. A woman wet by my intrusive fucking.
I pick up speed and force as I pummel your cunt. I know that you are stretched as wide as you can stand. I push your boundaries further still and insert my fingers past that tight ring of yours, invading your tight and confined arsehole. I stretch and fill you beyond your limits. I marvel at the way in which I can feel my cock rubbing against the thin membrane that separates it from my fingers….
I cannot hold out much longer, your cries are not helping either. My cum is boiling and bubbling in my balls, surging it’s way upwards to my cock end. I pull my jerking wet prick swiftly from your pulsing cunt. Only now do I let go, allowing my creamy jism erupt from me in endless spurts. It lands in long wet strands on your arse, pooling between your crack and down over your tender folds. I hear you crying, sobbing softly, almost inaudibly. But despite your shame and self-loathing I know you enjoyed the hard fuck I just subjected you to my darling.
I stand upright without a word. I put my cock away and fasten my trousers before retrieving a blade from my pocket. I cut through the plastic tie-grip around your wrists, releasing you. You remain face down on the bed, shuddering, panting, crying. I turn and leave without uttering another word. Mission accomplished. This was never about me, not a product born in my imagination. That you must understand. For maybe you have forgotten? Perhaps it slipped from your mind?
Take a moment and cast your memory back… We got a little drunk together. You disclosed one of your most dark secret sexual fantasies to me. You never believed for one moment that I would help you realise that same fantasy for real one day…
It will not take you long to figure it all out. You are a very clever girl, darling. Besides, once you have composed yourself and found the strength to get off the bed and turn on the lights you’ll see. You will notice the huge bouquet of roses I have lovingly arranged upon your dressing table. Then you will understand. Then you will know. It was all for you.
A Cock Conundrum
The leather straps pinch at her tightly tethered wrists and ankles, causing her to gasp. Not through physical pain but at the powerful jolt of lust she feels each time she attempts to wrestle against her restraints. To add to her fever pitch of arousal, her eyes are covered with a heavy duty blindfold. Not even a sliver of light can penetrate the thick fabric. She is plunged into pitch black though she is far from afraid. Instead she delights at how heightened her remaining senses have become. So here she is, bound and submissive, writhing on the biggest king-sized bed she has ever seen.
The ultimate cherry on her cake is the simple yet wonderful fact she is being fucked senseless by her sexy man. Hard, fast and utterly filthy sex... Their favourite! He’s insatiable in the bedroom which suits her just fine; she has a pretty ferocious appetite for sex herself. He’s excelled himself on this occasion, having booked them into a lavish hotel penthouse for the weekend. The whole place oozes power which she finds incredibly horny and indulgent. Now he has her at his complete mercy, tethered and helpless and loving every second. Loud music blares out from the expensive sound system installed in every room. She can feel the beat vibrating in her chest as her lover mercilessly takes exactly what he wants from her body. She is so absorbed in the heady feeling of his solid tool buried forcefully inside her molten core. She is oblivious to what is happening around her, unable to see through the blindfold with no chance of hearing anything much over the music but caring not a jot.
The solid wooden door to their suite opens quietly and undetected. She is focusing all her attention upon her lovers throbbing cock. Without warning he swiftly pulls out of her then clambers up to straddle her chest, offering his manhood to her mouth. He torments her by brushing it along her soft full lips. She can taste his musky scent, his salty arousal and sweet with her own juices that coat his length. She willingly accepts him, welcoming him. She is desperate to feast on him and he obliges. She cries in delight as he grasps hold of her hair tightly whilst thrusting his entirety deep into her mouth. He is in full command, she is his little rag doll.
Imagine her shock and suprise, startled suddenly by the sensation of another stiff rod probing at her opening. Her mind frantically tries to make sense of what’s going on. She cannot believe it, this isn’t really happening surely? The newcomer continues nudging at her pussy. She knows it cannot be her lover’s cock for she has her lips firmly wrapped around him. She is incapable of escape and knows her only choice is to submit to this craziness.
She is alarmingly aware of the animal lust coursing through her as it takes over. She has no control over such wanton desire. She is astounded that her lover is happily sharing her with another man. She can’t resist, even if she had wanted to, instead she gives in to her captors. They show no remorse in the slightest as they fuck her furiously, relentlessly. They use her entire body, violating her with brute force until she is gets a soaking with their hot sticky cum, not to mention her own.
Disorientated and dazed it takes a while before she’s aware that the leather straps have been slackened off. She regains a modicum compos mentis which allows her to wriggle limbs free, snatching her blindfold from her eyes, hoping to catch a glimpse of the unexpected stranger. However, she is out of luck, there’s nobody else in the room. Confused, she gazes hazily around only to find herself all alone. As she sits on the bed, she struggles to make sense of it all. She jumps at the sound of her phone ringing, it’s tone cutting through her confusion.
Slowly she answers and her breath is stolen from her as she hears her lover’s sexy voice on the other end, telling her he’s on his way up to the penthouse right now. He’s apologising for running late but he’s going to make it up to her, he promises her. He cannot wait to get his hands on her and fuck her senseless!...
Hanging up she is speechless. She’s left to ponder over the identity of her two brutish captors that had made damn sure they had their very wicked way with her...
It had never once crossed her mind before. It just wasn't an issue to her. The whole bare or pubic hair argument hadn't ever arisen and was far from a big deal for Cassie... Not until recently that is! It had all started one evening at the gym, after a well earned post work out shower. The conversation arose because it turned out one of her good friends Rachel had been and had a bikini wax done and was complaining bitterly about the ordeal she'd been through.
"I have no idea why you would put yourself through all that Rach!" Cassie had laughed, adament that hell would have to freeze over before she would subject herself to torture by wax.
"Ah but it's worth it in the end, my fella loves it anyway!"
The group of gym friends all cackled loudly at this. Then, out of curiousity Cassie quipped with a grin.
" So what did you get? A Brazilian Wax?"
"Oh no, I go the whole hog, bald all over me!"
Cassie couldn't imagine being totally hairless down there. Infact it seemed strange to her, but each to their own. She kept herself neat and trimmed in that department, more than satisfactory, she could hardly see herself with privates looking like a plucked chicken!
Later that evening whilst sat at the dinner table, Cassie mentioned the pubic hair debate to her husband Jack. She laughed as she told him what poor Rachel had had to suffer in the name of beauty. Jack however suprised her by casually remarking that he thought the smooth look was appealing, adding he thought it looked feminine. Judging by the way he fidgetted in his chair Cassie could only assume he got rather excited at the thought.
A few weeks later, Cassie was spring-cleaning, furiously working her way round upstairs dusting, bleaching and hoovering. She was sorting out the airing cupboard, when she stumbled upon a stash of porn mags tucked away at the back, under some spare towels. She had to admit she was shocked, even a little irked that Jack felt he had to hide them from her. She perched on the edge of the bath, magazines in her lap, not sure where to look. Curiousity soon got the better of her though. She wasn't against porn, infact she used to enjoy watching a adult sex film or two with Jack, both of them highly aroused at doing so. That was years ago though she realised wistfully. She sat there starring at the glossy covers that were adorned with an array of naked girls, all in compromising positions and poses. She eventually decided to take a look and began leafing through the pages one by one. Soon was engrossed, looking at the photos and even reading some of the Reader's own stories that had been published. She was hot and flushed, not to mention wet between her legs. First she contemplated stashing the mags back where she'd found them... Then she had a better idea.
Walking across the landing to the master bedroom Cassie then lay back on the bed and picked up a magazine. She licked her lips at the sight of so many toned bodies, with their perfectly firm breasts and juicy pussys on full display between the pages. Her hand began wandering under the waistband of her jeans and slipped under her panties. She was amazed at how wet she'd grown, sticky juices leaked from her, which came in useful to lubricate her slit, fingers gliding across her clit nicely.
It felt like just seconds before Cassie began to twitch and shake and knew she was about to cum. Cum she did too, hard, leaving her panting and sweating but oh so satisfied. It must have been years since she'd pleasured herself like this, she couldn't recall the last time.Sex wasn't as high up the list of priorities these days, she'd quite often settle with a cuddle instead. That said, when she and Jack did get intimate she enjoyed it alot. She realised then that in honesty she had let things slide in that department. They were a close and affectionate couple, but it was clear the excitement had dwindled as they grew comfortable together.
After taking a shower, Cassie slid the mags back where she had found them, feeling a bit naughty and abit guilty too at her self indulgence. It didn't stop her from sneaking them back out again whenever the chance arose and the house was empty. It seemed she was rediscovering her innermost desires, big time.
After spending alot of time studying the dozens of photos of the naked models, most of them spread-eagled to show off their pussies brazenly, she realised that the majority of them were actually bald, totally devoid of hair between their thighs. Far from being repulsed or put off by this, Cassie grew increasingly more aroused by them. She thought about how smooth they must feel, how pronounced their plump pink folds looked, their clits free of any covering of hair.
"I bet they taste good too..." she mused softly, her fingers already busy as they dipped in and out of her soaking entrance. She wondered if Jack got turned on, if he got off on bald pussy too.
Cassie got to thinking about trying it out for herself. Unable to face the prospect of being waxed to within an inch of her life, or coping with the pain, she decided she'd try an alternative. Instead she made up her mind to take a chance and shave instead, buying a set on expensive razors especially for the event. She was nervous but thought " What the hell, it can always grow back."
She compromised in the end, leaving a narrow landing strip in place instead. She took great care as she neatly shaped and trimmed her hair before shaving off the unwanted hair elsewhere. Admiring her handiwork in the bathroom mirror, she felt very pleased with the result. She liked the way her pussy looked, especially it's fleshy lips, now bare and smooth, glistening with a sheen of her own arousal.
"Wonder what Jack will make of it..." She smiled widely, looking forward to suprising him.
Unfortunately, that evening her hubby came home from work, tired from a hard day, a thumping headache in full swing. He was shattered bless him. Pushing the disappoint aside, Cassie consoled herself with a little self pleasure later that night when Jack was sound asleep in bed. With a magazine tucked under her arm she crept downstairs, feeling mischievious and daring. Jack had been too worn out but surely it wasn't too big a crime for her to have a little fun? Besides, she slept much better after cumming, she reasoned.
The next week Cassie took the plunge and got rid of the rest of her pubic hair. She tentatively ran the razor's blade over her mound and labia until she was satisfied with the result. She smothered a generous amount of cocoa butter over her freshly shaved skin to soothe it. She couldn't help but gawp at her reflection in the full length bedroom mirror, she looked so very different. At first she felt a moment of panic, afraid she may have gone too far.
The reward came later that evening when her and Jack were cuddled up on the sofa together. They'd had a lovely takeaway for dinner and were on their second bottle of red wine. There was a nice loving atmosphere between them, both feeling tactile. Cassie took the initiative, leaning in close to kiss him. It was rare that she made the first move and this fact was certainly not lost on Jack who made no effort to conceal his pleasure, happy as Larry for her to take the lead. She felt empowered, for taking control and at his joyful expression. They took their time and lay side by side, kissing each other for a long time. It was wonderful being able to leisurely kiss and love one another in this way.
Jack began to stroke her breasts, his hand sneaking up under her T-Shirt and she smiled happily. He still had the ability to seriously turn her on. She responded to his touch by sitting up so that she could peel her top off, freeing her tits for him to see. He growled softly in appreciation, made up at the unexpected turn of events. She looked so sexy, especially laid beside him with those sweet breasts on full display. Whilst Cassie felt her confidence soar, her husband marveled at the way his sexual attraction for her increased ten-fold. He was extremely aware that his cock was already hard, eager to be released and get in on the action.
She stood up elegantly, offering her hand out to him.
"Let's go upstairs babe." she purred. By this point she was down to just her carefully chosen lacy panties that concealed the suprise she kept beneath. Not needing to be asked twice, he clasped her hand in his as they made their way up the stairs. He relished the chance to gaze up at the round curve of her buttocks and her slim waist as she led the way, totally unabashed at her nakedness. God! Oh did he lust for his Cassie in the worst way.
Once undressed, Cassie persuaded Jack to lay back on their bed. She was desperate to pleasure him, to let he tongue and mouth roam all over him. She was so pleased to find his cock was thick and stiff for her as it bobbed up and down vying for her attention. She went to town, lavishing him sensual licks and her tender carress. She wished she had took the initiative much sooner.
"I can't begin to tell you... just how much I've missed you doing that Sweetheart..."
Jack gasped as she sank her head down into his lap, all too aware at how much she had missed it too.