The following story is dedicated to the lady who inspired it.
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After posting a few stories on the web I managed to attract a small following of fans and fellow writers. Most of these folks were just great people who loved to express themselves in the relative anonymity of cyberspace. Being one of the people who enjoyed the anonymity I was careful to use a pseudonym whenever I responded to my fan mail.
Occasionally, though, I would meet someone whom I felt that I could trust and I would open up and tell them my real name. I managed to make some very good friends and, overall, I have no regrets about what I do. Someone else, though, decided to take advantage of my trust.
Melissa was a 20 year-old law student from Princeton who wrote some wonderfully detailed stories about her rape fantasies. I liked her stories because they always seemed to have the happy ending that I liked to include in my own stories whenever it made sense to do so. After a year of writing back and forth Melissa admitted to me that she really wanted me to act out one of her fantasies with me. Of course, I was flattered. Who wouldn't be? She was a charming and attractive young lady with a magnetically glorious personality. Truth be told, though, I felt that she needed someone closer to her own age. I guess I'm really traditional when I stop to think about it and I didn't want to have a short-term relationship based on just sex. I wanted more. I wanted to make a life with someone and I really felt that Melissa should make a life with someone herself. And not some guy who was going to be creeping into retirement just as her adult life got into high gear.
I told her what I felt and she never said another word about it. I figured that she had let it go.
Three weeks ago I came home from work, parked the car, got my mail, opened the front door...and then my whole world went black.
I woke up tied naked and spread-eagle to my bed with one hell of a headache. It took me a while to get my wits about me and then I realized that I had been knocked out somehow.
"Hello? Hell-lo?"
No one answered. I thought I heard something downstairs.
"Any fucking body down there?"
No answer.
"I'm right here."
My heart about went into vapor lock when she...it was a she...whispered into my ear. Totally scared the shit out of me. Still gets my heart racing just thinking about it.
"Wha...what the f...who is it?"
I strained to turn my head to see who it was but my neck was secured with a collar of some sort and she was just out of my line of vision.
"C'mon, you know who it is, don't 'cha?"
I felt a feathery touch across my forehead that gave me goosebumps all over.
"Ooooh, you like me touching you. I knew you would."
Her voice was very calm and pleasant for someone who had knocked me out, stripped me naked, and hogtied me in my own bed. I didn't know the voice, but her words were somehow...familiar.
"I know you, don't I?"
She chuckled,
"Give the man a prize, Johnny!!"
She walked into my sight.
"Melissa? How the hell did you find me?"
Thinking about it, most people would have demanded to be untied, threatened to call the cops or some such crap. Me? I wonder how she found me.
"Hey, fifty bucks off my credit card and I had everything on you off the Internet in just 24 hours."
Traitorous fucking computers.
"So what's the point here, Melissa? What the hell is this all about?"
Another sly chuckle.
"C'mon, can't you figure this out? You're the big Mr. Writes-a-lot, you tell me why I'd break into your house after stalking you, tie you up naked, and then stand here gloating?"
Shit. This was from one of my stories. One of my stories that Melissa told me she loved.
"You're here to RAPE me? You gotta be kidding? Melissa, this is not going to happen, okay? Just let me go and we'll forget all about this, okay?"
I saw the smile and the chuckle about to start...
"NO MORE GODDAMN LAUGHING AT ME! LET ME GO!"
She walked right up and slapped me hard. Damned hard. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in close enough to kiss me.
"I'm not going to rape you. You're going to rape me."
With that she spun around and strode purposefully from my bedroom.
It's not often that I'm at a loss for words, but I was right then. All of the obvious thoughts ran through my mind, foremost being: how was I going to rape her if I was the one who was all tied up? What was I missing?
About fifteen minutes later I had my answer. Melissa walked into the room wearing the most beautiful ankle-length satin negligee. Her bare shoulders were ivory white against the midnight blue of the satin. Her well-proportioned breasts hung just perfectly and her nipples were clearly poking out the heavy fabric. Truly, I had underestimated just how beautiful she was. All of the pictures that she had sent me on the web really didn't do her justice. Pictures are great, mind you, but they never are able to communicate the sensual complexity of a person. And here was Melissa in all of her complex and sensual glory. Trussed-up and pissed-off as I was, she still managed to make me gasp as I took in her sublime beauty.
"I'm not so bad, am I?"
She walked to the bed and sat down, casually resting one hand on my belly...tantalizingly close to my crotch. I fought off the almost autonomic reaction of my body as I felt a stirring with her delicate touch.
"You've said no to me and I'm not going to take no for an answer. You will take me and I promise you that I won't be able to stop when I get done with you."
As she was speaking she had cleverly leaned into me and snapped a gag into my mouth just as I was about to tell her that this might not be a good idea.
"Enough talk. I think it's time you had a little special attention."
I couldn't do anything other than watch as she leaned into my crotch and took my soft cock into her mouth. I really did try to fight off the feeling, really, but her mouth was just bewitching to me. Her tongue caressed my shaft and even teased the very tip of it for all of maybe ten seconds before it solidified with lust. Still, even betrayed by my body, I tried to resist her lovely charms and I held still, silent, as if I were barely interested.
She looked up at me and our eyes met as she sucked me like a lollipop. The sight of her pretty eyes was almost sad and I wanted to reach out to hold her, but then I averted my gaze just a scant inch lower and the innocent eyes were contrasted by the lascivious lips that were torturing my poor cock.
She kept on looking at me as she did the most amazing things to my body. Not being able to hold her or control, in any way, what she was doing began to turn me on. I tentatively humped into her mouth just a little.
"You like it, don't you?"
Principles, shminciples. I was getting the best blowjob of my whole life and I was NOT about to tell her to stop now!
I nodded my agreement.
"Too bad."
She sat up and straddled me with my throbbing cock rubbing up against her satin covered belly.
