I come into the house, close and lock the door, wondering what to make for dinner when I feel a hand go over my mouth from behind me as my arms are pinned at my back. I hear a deep, sexy voice that I don't recognize tell me not to scream and I won't get hurt. My body is pulled close to his body and I feel a hard bulge against my ass. Rubbing it into me, he chuckles lightly as he asks, "Do you like how that feels? I sure do. I've been watching you for a while and I know what you need. I am going to pleasure you and make you cum over and over you'll wish you could scream out loud. You are going to be my new whore."
"I am going to let you go but if you try anything, you will get hurt. Understand?" Hardly able to breathe, I stand still not saying anything, nodding my head; I feel him let my hands go and pull something from his pocket. It feels cold against my skin, not knowing what it is, I stand completely still; a pair of scissors and he is cutting off my shirt slowly, watching it all fall in a pile at my feet. Once my shirt is in pieces on the floor, he leans us down so he can grab a few, bundles in into a gag and places it over my mouth, so I can't talk.
I can smell the scent of men's light cologne but don't recognize it from any of my friends. From the corner of my eye, I see styled brown hair on a very tall man with a broad chest and strong arm but he makes it a point to keeps his face down, so I can't see him. The thing that surprised me was that he was dressed quite nice; black slacks, crisp black shirt and black shoes.
I kept trying to think how he had gotten in, then remembered that I had left a window opened in the back of the house and berate myself for that oversight. Remembering my self defense class, I start to think what I should do as I search around to see if there is anything I can grab to hit him with when I feel a blindfold go over my eyes. Without being able to see, I know I am lost but something seems weird. He is being very gentle with me as he had cut away at my shirt through he handles me a little roughly when I struggle against him.
"Don't move, darling, as I don't want to cut any of that long beautiful gold hair off. I love watching it flow as you move." He leans in closer and inhales the scent of her shampoo. "Ah, yes, just the way I thought it would be," he says, "can't wait to see it fall over those beautiful breasts of yours!"
I felt the chill of fear and shivered; he grabs my hands and pulls them behind me and pushes me towards bedroom. Once in the room, he releases my hands again and I feel the scissors at my back, my bra loose as he cuts then comes around to the front of me, cuts the straps and pulls it off, I hear him suck in his breath. "God, you tits are so beautiful close up! And those nipples, so succulent! Love how the ends of your hair flow over and tease your nipples as you move." He growls, as his hands cover my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples and I feel his teeth nibbling and licking at the side of my neck.
As I try to push him away, he pushes me down on the bed, tying a hand to each bed post. "Don't push me away, baby," he whispers hoarsely into my ear, "because what I am going to do to you, you will want to pull me close and beg for more later on." I realize by the huskiness of his voice that he is completely turned on and is enjoying this and struggling seems to make him more aroused so I lie on the bed limply and let him do what he wants.
With my arms outstretched, he leans down and tugs and pulls at my nipples and I feel his teeth nip and bite at them. As much as I don't want this, I feel them harden and the heat spread through my body down to my pussy, and close my legs as I don't want him to know how much he is affecting me. Unfortunately, he notices my legs close and moves down to them.
"Ah, what do we have here," he says as he hops onto the bed, removes my shoes, spreads my legs apart, sliding his hands from my feet, up to caress my calves and then gliding his fingertips along my inner thighs, ever slowly caressing and rubbing my mound through the fabric of my pants. Trying not to moan against my gag, feeling so good, I bite into it, trying to keep my breathing normal. "How does that feel, huh?" he asks, sliding his hands further down towards my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks through the fabric.
He slides his hand up to my zipper and pulls my pants down over my hips, slowly gliding his other hand over my stomach, and down under my panties. I feel his fingers find my clit and know I am in trouble as he will feel how hard it is and how wet my pussy has gotten. Moaning and shaking my head, I draw his attention up to my face. "What's the matter, my sweet," he asks, "you like when I play with your clit or do need me to plunge my fingers into that pussy of yours?"
He takes my pants and pulls it completely off, I hear it softly land on the floor. He moves his hands up my thighs and moves them all over my legs. "Ah, so luxurious... I knew your skin would be so soft, like silk." He slowly rubs his fingertips at my crotch, pushing the fabric tight against my skin so that he sees the outline of my clit, pussy lips and the wetness that is seeping through. I feel him take the scissor and cut my panties off at the sides, feeling his one hand under me taking a hold of the fabric and the other at the front of my panties. Instead of removing them, he pulls it tight and starts to pull my panties back and forth, causing it to rub against me hard and roughly but at the same time, the feeling of pleasure building within my womb. He starts to move it faster and faster, pulling tighter and tighter, the heat of the friction intensifying the heat in my pussy. I move my hips move to the tempo, wanting release but suddenly he releases his hand at the bad and the panties are pulled off to the front. He spreads my legs wide and looks at my pussy, knowing that he had wiped the juices with the fabric rubbing, he pulls my swollen lips apart and I hear him sigh. I am completely drenched inside and I feel his hot breath on my pussy, inhaling my scent as I feel his nose against my clit. Not knowing what he is doing or what he plans next, I take a breath through my nose slowly to compose myself again.
"Smells so wonderful, it's so wet, so tasty," he says as I feel his tongue enter my pussy. Not ever having a man do that to my pussy before, I find it is a strange but wonderful sensation. His hands grab the inside of my thighs, pushing my legs back so that my ass is lifted and he can access my pussy easily. I feel his tongue plunge straight between the swollen lips of my pussy, where he keeps it there to feel my reaction. He moves his tongue around which causes me to move my hips into his mouth.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asks. "Never had a man do that to you, have you? Well, there are a lot of things that I am going to do to that body of yours so relax and enjoy. I just want to start the night off with you cumming all over my face but as much as I want to taste your cum flowing all over my face, I also want to prolong it as much as possible. You'll understand when you feel how your body reacts when I finally let you cum. The intensity of it will blow your mind, baby." I realize that he means to keep me like this all night and become very anxious. How long has he been watching me? No one knows my secret fantasies; I've never told anyone.
Wait, I did tell one person but that was in college and it was my dorm roommate. She had given me a hard time about being naΓ―ve about the way of the world and about sex. I shake it away as it was so many years ago and has nothing to do with her as she lives thousands miles away from me.
But in my mind's eye, I recall one incident with her brother, John, and another female student we went to school with. The four of us had gone to a party and the girl and John had hooked up and he had taken her to our dorm, after asking his sister as she went of with her boyfriend to his apartment. When I realized that my friends had all left, I had returned to the dorm, not knowing that John and the girl were there; as I heard sounds from my friend's room and found the door slightly ajar, I peeked in.
I was shocked to have seen what I had and must have stood there watching the entire sex play because I never saw anyone do the things he had done to her. She not only seemed to like it but was begging for more, over and over. I have never been that turned on since but that night when I went to my room, I masturbated for hours, thinking of John and the things he had done and must have cum over and over, not caring how loud I was.
Even to this day, when I need to get myself off hard, I always thought of John doing those things to me instead of that girl. I had never told anyone what I had seen but spankings, the tying up and the pleasurable torture of touching every part of her as he made her cum over and over; it had burned itself into my memory. And the man himself... blond, athletic build and the cock may not have been huge but it was not average or to me, it wasn't.