Far away I feel how strong arms lift me up.
I slowly open my eyes and everything immediately comes back to me like a movie playing before my eyes. I feel myself being carried somewhere.
I realize that the man has not yet realized that I have woken up. For a moment I think of an escape attempt, but then suddenly I think of the fact that my arms and legs are still attached.
As soon as the opportunity arises and the man releases me, I will try to escape.
I cling to this thought frantically, it gives me a glimmer of hope.
I feel his body heat warm my numb body.
Oddly enough, this makes me feel calmer again.
The man carries me to what looks like a shed. I try to find out exactly where we are, but I don't see anything recognizable. Besides, it's dark.
My God! No one will ever find me here I realize.
And in a blind panic I try to free myself from the man's arms.
But he was probably already prepared for this because he deftly controls my body with his arms. The only thing I can say is: "hmmmpf"
He opens the half-open door with his foot.
When we're inside, he sets me down and pushes me roughly onto a chair in the middle of the room. I look around anxiously.
The man immediately grabs my wrists and fastens them to the chair.
Then he unties my legs.
I immediately start kicking around again, but the man grabs my ankles roughly.
but because of my kicking he can't get my ankles attached to the chair.
Apparently he's fed up because he looks at me furiously and turns around with a jerk.
I watch him walk to a table at the back of the room.
I hadn't even noticed that because of all the consternation.
It looks like he is grabbing something from the table.
Then suddenly I see what it is and it's like my heart stops.
"Oh god a pair of scissors" it goes through me anxiously.
I look at him imploringly, all I can do and utter a protesting "mmm".
He approaches me menacingly.
I try in vain to free myself and kick him, hoping to hit him.
He comes halfway next to me so my feet can't touch him. I feel his eyes all over my body and I feel almost naked and small under his gaze.
I look down for a moment and realize what I must look like.
My skirt is rolled up to my thighs, my blouse is half open revealing my bustier, my make-up is smeared and my long hair is falling wildly over my face.
The man takes another step closer until he's close to me and grabs me roughly by the throat. I don't dare move anymore.
His hands reach behind my head to untie the blindfold. Immediately I want to open my mouth but the words stick in my throat as he
lightly presses the scissors in his hand against my throat without really hurting me.
It also seems like he's not after that but rather has a huge interest in my body
He cleverly seizes the opportunity and pushes his tongue into my open mouth.
His tongue touches mine, challenging me. I can't suppress a moan and can't help but play along with his tongue.
As soon as he notices this he breaks the kiss and looks at me triumphantly.
I hate myself and return his look with an angry one on my part.
This man knows what he's doing, he knows how to control me and keep me in his power.
I'm afraid I can't resist it anymore.
I look down in embarrassment but he pushes my head back up with his hand under my chin so I can't help but look at him.
"You're wet, aren't you slut?" he asks me
He looks at me for a moment, then he let go of my chin. He moves away from me and comes up behind me. His hand slides gently down my neck over my lace bustier.
He touches my hard nipples poking through the fabric and gives them a squeeze, a little softer now. It's like an electric shock sends a signal to my pussy that immediately gets even wetter. It makes me moan.
He leans forward slightly. His mouth near my ear.
"Horny slut" he whispers
I know he's right. I am. It's hidden deep inside me and I'm afraid to release the slut in me. I'm ashamed of it.
His hands now find their way down my body and stop at my panties.
I have an irrepressible urge to push my hips up against his hand.
His fingers caressed slowly over my already soaking lace panties, following the contours of my pussy lips.
I can barely suppress a moan.
The idea of you watching me from a distance while I'm groped by a complete stranger only excites me even more.
I can't think straight anymore just feel and hope for more.
The man continues to tease me by putting pressure on my pussy and I feel myself getting more and more impatient.
But do I want this? Can I do this?
Can I surrender myself like a shameless slut to a complete stranger?
Doubt washes over me as the man's fingers grow bolder.
In a reflex I want to close my legs when I feel his fingers slide under my panties.
But I can't help but undergo it. After all, I'm stuck
I try to stop the man with a soft 'no'.
The man laughs softly and says, amused: "That doesn't sound very convincing, slut."
"Please" is the begging sound from my mouth now.
While I really want nothing more than to feel his fingers on my hot wet pussy.
My feelings are flying in all directions and I try to catch your eye somewhere in space while the man slides his fingers between my pussy lips, caressing
I throw my head back when his finger finds my clit and caresses it gently.
I feel how my nipples become even harder and rub against the lace painfully
Suddenly the man's other hand grabs my throat as he continues to provoke me with his fingers. I want to close my eyes but then I hear your voice fill the room again.
"Open your eyes little slut, I want to see your horny look, your begging look to cum"
I open my eyes when I hear your horny words coming out of the speaker.
"Alex here's going to tease your pussy as long as he wants without you coming, do you hear that slut?" your voice sounds compelling through the speaker.
I feel how the fingers are going to bring me to a climax and I can hardly think let alone answer your question.
"Understood slut?" it sounds again.
"Yes" I yelled, almost panting.
"Good. Alex she is all yours" I hear you say and then it is quiet
All I hear is my own panting and moaning.
"Please" I beg "Let me come please?"
I hate begging but I'm so damn horny.
I don't care anymore.
"Not yet,angel "You're going to do something for me first"
He removes his fingers from my pussy and his other hand from my throat. Than steps in front of me and takes off his shirt.
I must admit the man has a wonderfully athletic body. There is a large tattoo on his shoulder. He loosens his jeans and takes them off.
I can see how excited he is at the hard bulge showing in his boxers.
I lick my lips at the thought of tasting his cock
"Horny bitch. Do you want my cock?" he asks hornily
I can't say a word for a while I'm still in a kind of horny daze and only want one thing, indeed his cock.
"Zoe!" I was shocked by his harsh voice.
"Yes, please give me your cock, now!" My voice is hoarse with horniness
He smiles again."Impatient little girl"
He steps forward so that my nose almost touches his hard cock, which is still hidden in his boxer shorts.
Then he slowly pulls off his boxer shorts while continuing to look at me.
A nice hard cock emerges. Not too big. Kind of average.
I feel my pussy react immediately.
I stick my tongue out and slowly slide it down his cock like an ice cream cone.
I hear him moan softly at this first contact.
Because I'm still stuck and can't move I can only use my mouth.
From under my eyelashes I secretly look at Alex.
I see how he enjoys when I slide his cock a little further into my mouth, teasing.
Apparently I'm teasing him too much because he suddenly grabs my hair roughly and holds me in an iron grip as he pushes his cock further down my throat.
His moan echoes through the room.
I know you're watching and the idea of me blowing a complete stranger's pipe in front of you makes me moan. I can't help but feel as Alex practically fucks my mouth with his cock right now.
I can feel my saliva running down the corners of my mouth.
