God, that felt good. Hot water streamed down his body, relieving the stress of the day.
He'd had a very early start - 5 a.m., followed by a 2 hour drive to a customer's golf fun day that had lasted 12 hours. It had been a lot of fun but the business talks had worn him out.
Now he stood in the shower, water running all over his tired body, as he slowly lathered himself up, loving the heat of the water cascading over him. The heady aroma of his shower gel cleared his head as he felt the stress of the day slowly leave his body.
Over the roar of the power shower he heard a noise, or at least thought he did. He listened intently but heard nothing, maybe it was the wind. A thunderstorm had been threatening all day. Just then the whole bathroom lit up with a crash - Yes only a storm he told himself.
He carried on letting the water knead the knots from his shoulders as he rubbed the soapy suds all over his body. As he touched his cock it leapt in his hands begging for some attention. It had been so bloody long since it had seen any action even from him.
Slowly he moved the bubbly flannel up and down his shaft, feeling it harden and lengthen in his hand. It felt good; he gripped it tighter and continued with his ministrations. His other hand touching his nipples, his stomach and his balls in soft feathery touches.
This wasn't going to take long, he thought, as he felt his balls start to tighten. Then the lights went out leaving him in the pitch black. The sudden loss of light left him reeling - what the fuck!!! Must be the storm knocked out the electric he thought. He stumbled from the shower, groping his way into his bedroom, looking for the candles on his dressing table.
He felt a movement to his right and froze in terror. Then a blade was held against his throat and a deep but definitely female voice told him not to move otherwise he'd "get it".
"What do you want?" he asked, his voice faltering. "I've nothing of any value in the house, my wallet is downstairs take it and leave me alone."
"Shut up and do exactly as you are told and you won't be hurt." was the reply.
"What do you want if you don't want money?" He asked.
The blade dug into his throat, not enough to break the skin but enough to let him know to shut up.
He was shoved over to his chair in front of his desk and forced into it. His arms were pulled behind his back and tied together with something, felt like twine of some sorts. It dug into his skin, chaffing and leaving them feeling a little raw, so he stopped struggling.
"Please..." SMACK a hand stung his right cheek. "Don't talk!"
Twine was tied around his legs, one to each leg of the chair, leaving him feeling open and exposed.
He was scared, what the hell did this woman want. He was a nice bloke, never hurt anyone in his life, just got on and enjoyed life as best he could. OK he didn't have much in the way of fun, but that hurt no one but himself. What on earth was going to happen?
He came out of his reverie to hear rustling - what was that? It sounded like she was taking her clothes off. What? What kind of weirdo was this? Breaking into his house, tying him up and slapping him around and now getting undressed.
Then he felt her to his left and could just make out the sheen of her skin as lightening lit up the sky once more. Huge breasts silhouetted against the window. She was about 5'6" he guessed. Who was this maniac?
Then a blindfold was slipped over his eyes.
Matches were being light - candles he thought. She obviously needs to be able to see to do whatever she is here for.
He felt something cold on his chest, cold and liquid, like oil. Then gentle, soft hands moved across his chest, fleeting movements, unsure. Then more pressure as the hands swirled across his chest and lower on to his abdomen, scratching slightly. He felt her kneel before him as she reached up and continued to rhythmically move her hands up and down his torso, flicking over his now erect nipples, kneading his skin. Then more oil but this time over his thighs and yes his cock.
The hands were now all over his legs, rubbing in small playful circles, light rubs, hard pressure with her fingers, moving everywhere but never once touching his cock which was now starting to move of its own volition, getting harder as he was trying, unsuccessfully, to talk it down.
Suddenly nails dug into his thighs, scratching all the way down his upper legs. He moaned. She knew what he liked.
The hand connected with his cheek in a ringing slap - "You dirty boy - getting worked up by a stranger and liking me hurting you."
Slap, another flat hand across his other cheek. His cock jumped as he felt a vice like grip around it.
Something cold was placed around the base of his by now very hard cock and snapped into place. It was very tight, some kind of metal cock ring he thought.
"Now listen carefully my little slut - you will do exactly as you are told, no questions, exactly as you are told otherwise you will regret it."
She straddled his lap and sat down with his erect cock nuzzling against the front of her pussy, a hand placed behind his head pulled his face down to her enormous chest. "Lick my nipples, nibble and bite until I tell you to stop."
How could he resist - he had always loved huge tits but rarely been able to get his hands or mouth on a pair like this.
His head bent forward as far as it could and his tongue darted out trying to locate a nipple in his darkened world. His lips brushed against warm skin and he worked his mouth all around until he felt the huge nub of her nipple and quickly darted his tongue all over it, sucking it in lightly and grazing his teeth over it.
She moaned slightly and squirmed in his lap causing his cock to move against her pussy. He felt the warmth and the moisture against him and his cock pulsated. His head moved over to her other nipple and again he lavished it with licks, nibbles, soft bites and sucks. She was now writhing in his lap, her wetness seeping from her over his cock and thighs. His cock was so hard; he was losing himself in the great feelings.
"STOP!" she ordered as she pulled his head up sharply with a painful yank of his hair.
