My name is Dave Robinson I live with my partner Sarah and our two kids most people call me Rob. We are like nomads living in rented accommodation in different parts of Leeds, moving on about every 18 months as the landlords discover we are not looking after the place and terminate our lease.
I often fantasise about women I meet, the things I would like to do them, especially if I do not like them.
This story starts in 2020 soon after the first COVID lockdown ended.
At the time we were living in a small terraced house in the Rodley area of Leeds and I was walking along the road heading towards the local takeaway.
I became aware of a tall thin man walking very close behind me. As he started to walk past me he looked at me.
"Rob," he said.
"Yes," I answered.
"Can we sit on a bench and talk?" he asked. We were walking past the local Rodley park and he indicated to a bench in the park.
I looked him up and down, thin, tall, light hair, his skin was unusual it had a golden tint to it.
We sat down, there was something about this man he seemed to have an aurora around him. To say he was a stranger I felt completely comfortable with him, I was feeling very relaxed and calm.
"My name does not really matter," he said, "You will never see me again."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he looked at me and I stayed quiet.
He quickly explained that he controlled the mind of many men and women including my ex neighbour Janice Goodall and did I want too meet her for sex! At first I did not believe him, he showed me a video on his phone of her having sex with three men!
It was too good a chance to miss even though I was still sceptical. He told me a van would pick me up the next day and take me to meet Janice. I never even though of why he had picked me.
Duly I was picked up by a large van the next day. I climbed into the back of the van, it was large, roomy, lit by two bulbs and warm. The van was big enough for two double mattress and there was a rack on one side holding chains, handcuffs, vibrators and other sex toys. The van drove for several minutes and then stopped. The door opened and Janice entered the van. She shut the door behind her.
She reached up and stroked my scruffy, ungroomed face. She ran her hands down my cheeks and played with the collars of my shirt. Realised everything the man had told me was true Janice, my ex neighbour, would do want ever I wanted and she was desperate for it! Her body was in dire need of sexual fulfilment. I had never seen a woman so desperate for sex someone really had done something to her.
"Mmmm, I think you should strip...slowly....running your hands all over your body!"
She instantly stood. I backed up so I could experience the full effect of the show. She rubbed her tits through the material of the fleece she was wearing.
Then ran her hands up and down her torso and down to the sides of her hips. She gyrated slowly. Her eyes never left mine.
She unzipped her fleece.
She danced in front of me,
"I need you Rob..." She moaned. "I need you so bad...please....I am getting so wet with the thought of you," Slowly she slipped the fleece off her shoulders and down her arms. Soon it was on the ground beside her.
With her bra in full view, she bent forward while twisting her hips sensually. Her moaning was loud. Her hands ran up her chest and into her hair. She bit her lips.
I was really turned on my dick strained my jeans.
Her upper back and bra straps somehow excited me too. It must've been that she was closer and closer to getting naked. She panted some more and looked at me with more desperation.
"Oh yeah, you're a slut alright," I said.
She pressed her breasts together once again and the ran her hands in the sides of her face, brushing back her Hair. She pressed one finger sweetly between her lips and let out a lingering sigh
She grabbed hold of her jeans zipper. She teased the fastener for a bit and then unzipped it. Quickly she unfastened the button at the waistband of her jeans. She wiggled her hips from side to side in efforts to slide it off her legs. They hovered on her thighs before dropping into a puddle at her feet. She bent down, removed them and threw them aside.
Now she was clad in bra and panties. She was visibly and audibly more excited. She caressed her body and gyrated more sexily than ever. She was putting on a show for me. Her hips swayed as her hands moved from her neck to her breasts to her plump stomach.
She undid her bra and let in slide down her shoulders. She stared at me the entire time. Flinging her bra aside, she played with her naked, pink nipples. They were just how I envisioned them. Her tits swung as she danced and played with them.
Then she trailed her hand down to the waistband of her panties. She slid those down her legs and let them drop. She turned around and bent down, her ass staring directly at me, and picked them from her feet. She threw her panties to me, they were very wet.
I stared at the erect naked form before me, she was too overweight to be beautiful I thought but her curves would do me. My penis strained as she rubbed her hand over her pussy and between her legs, her fingers were dripping wet with pussy juice.
I pushed her face into mine and forced a long kiss on her. It was an assertion of dominance. Her tongue was in my mouth.
Breaking it I stared into her hungry eyes.
"Get down on your knees," I ordered.
