He blindfolded me before I could see his face. I didn’t know much about him, except that he wanted me to call him “David". I had barely seen the outline of his frame after jumping out of the darkness before he spun me around and covered my eyes. His lips touched my ear as he whispered to me, sending chills down my spine.
“Do not say anything unless I ask you to speak.” his voice seemed deep and passionate, so different than it had on the phone, “Do you understand?”
“Yes, David.” I managed to say back to him before he lifted me into his arms.
“If you touch that blindfold, you will be punished.”
I was already aroused and his commands only made me more so, my nipples beneath my tight shirt already standing on end. I was wearing a short plaid skirt and a white button up shirt with white socks and china slippers, just as he had instructed me to dress, with no bra or panties. I could smell the hint of cologne on him, but I could not recognize the scent, and occasionally felt long hair brush my face as he carried me to his car. Telling me to remain still, he sat me in the back seat, locked the belt around me and closed the door. I wanted so badly to be able to see him, but I did nothing, anticipating laying in his bed, my thoughts wandered and I could feel the wetness between my legs.
The car roared as he left the parking garage and I lost myself in thought, wondering what he was going to do to me, wanting him to surprise me with all the pleasures imaginable. It seemed to be a short drive, but I could not notice as I was still thinking of how it would feel to be taken by him, touched by him, used by him. When he turned off the car, we sat there in silence, and I wondered if he was looking at me, or deciding what to do from here. I heard him shift in his seat and moan a little, breathing hard.
“I’mwatching you sit there,” he said huskily, “ Your hands folded so politely in your lap. All I want to do is fuck you, Athena.” I wiggled a little in my seat, “Fuck you hard until you beg me to stop. But I don’t plan on stopping.”
I wanted so badly to say something, but he had not asked me a question. It was difficult to restrain myself, but so exciting, wondering what his intentions were. I could hear him stroking himself, at least it sounded like that, when his hand brushed me knee, moved up my thigh. I wondered why he was starting in the car: why couldn’t we go inside where it would be more comfortable?
“Do you understand the game we are playing? Such a slutty little schoolgirl you make. You're not 20 any more. Let's say you're 15. Still a virgin.” it was his fantasy, and hearing the scenario made me quiver and shift again, “You are such a beautiful little girl. Now, why would you go without panties unless you wanted someone like me to snatch you, eh?”
“I was just trying to be sexy.” I answered, playing along.
“Oh, you are..”
His hand moved up my thigh more and pulled my skirt up, seeing my naked crotch he moaned again. I feigned fear, shrinking away from him and he grabbed my arm roughly, ordering me not to move. I remained still while he zipped his pants back up and got out of the car, slamming the door. Without warning, my door was open and he yanked me from the seat, throwing me over his shoulder, baring my butt, and his hand smacked it hard. I kicked a little, yelped, but he rushed me through a door, walked through a house, presumably, and threw me onto a large bed.
“No!” I yelled, scrambling to get up, but he fell on top of me and held me down.
“You will obey me, little girl!” he snarled, his grip tight, hurting, as his left knee separated my thighs, “If you scream, I will hurt you more, do you understand?”
“Yes, but please don’t. I’m a virgin! I was only trying to be sexy!”
“Quiet. You will do as I say and I will do whatever I want to with you.”
I tried to fight him, but he was so much stronger, and a twinge of real fear hit me and I wondered how far this fantasy would go. Prior to meeting him, we had discussed a code word to stop, but I could not remember it. Suddenly, he lifted himself off of the bed, and I lay there, motionless, aroused and terrified, and heard what sounded like him removing his clothes. When he lay next to me, he was more tender this time and I could feel his skin as he lay on his side and put a very masculine hand on my face. Turning my head toward him, I could feel his breath spread across my face, his thumb touching my parted lips while he pinned my legs down with his. Roughly, his mouth took mine, his tongue invading, while his hand gripped my head tightly and his knee rested on top of my crotch. I pretended to fight him, but he was so powerful it was a wasted effort as I did not move an inch. His hips pushed against me and I could feel his erection through the fabric of my skirt; it seemed to be larger than any other penis I had touched before. I shuddered as his hand moved down my neck to the collar of my shirt, he grunted, aggravated, and ripped my blouse open, tearing the cloth and the buttons off. I gasped, but he kept his mouth on mine as he grabbed at my right breast, squeezing it tightly.
“Kiss me back or I hurt your tit!” he demanded quickly.
I obeyed, but he still squeezed and pinched at my breast, bucking his hips a little, grunting, our tongues met and our mouths moved together. Moving to my left breast, he took hold of the nipple and pulled it, I yelped and tried to pull away, but his mouth was pressed so hard against mine, I could not move, I was helpless. My heart beat in my chest, trying to decide weather to be aroused or scared, when his hand moved down my belly, rubbing, caressing. I could feel the hair on his arm tickle me and he grasped the waist of my skirt and tugged lightly, perhaps to see if it would rip, too. As his fingers searched for the button, he pulled out of the kiss, then nibbled gently at my lips and chin, grunting, his hair circling my face, when he forced my skirt up, deciding to leave it on. Teasing, his hand rubbed up and down both of my thighs and I was so wet now that I ached to be touched. He moved his hand toward himself, however, and rubbed up and down, pressing the head against my naked skin.
“Touch my cock.” he ordered, but I did not move, trying hard to stay in character, “Do it!”
He forced a finger inside of me, threatening to hurt me if I did not obey. Timidly, I reach my hand to his belly, then rubbed downward until the hair felt thicker and my hand wrapped around the base of his thick penis. He moaned loudly, and lay on his back, his finger no longer in me, but he fingered my clit with his other hand now, bucking, wanting me to stroke him. As I moved my clenched fist upwards, I realized that he was very long and wide, suddenly afraid of him being inside of me.
“You’re so big, David, I don’t know if I can take you.” I said, out of the fantasy for a second.
“Athena, do not worry.” he did not seem angry at my comment, “You will love it, I promise.”
“I don’t remember our code word.”
He chuckled, “You won’t need it.”