Carrie's Fantasy

Carrie lay on the bed, reading her favorite, well-worn erotic story collection. She was reading a book in one hand while the other traced lines up and down her right breast, just missing her nipple. Her breathing changed pace and weight as she read on. When she was about twenty minutes into the current story, she had already begun massaging her breast, tweaking her nipple. By the time she was done with the story, her hand had made its way to her pussy, squeezing the lips, and tapping sharply at her clit. The story, her favorite from the book, always turned her on.

The sudden ring of her cell phone brought her out of her erotic daze. She checked the caller ID, but not recognizing the number she declined the incoming call. Her hands began their previous explorations, but the interruption had broken her concentration. Sighing in exasperation, standing up Carrie headed to the shower.

Shower finished, she headed towards the kitchen for a small snack and to pour a glass of her favorite wine. Sitting naked on a stool at the kitchen island she ate her grapes, strawberries and sipped the wine. She never heard the French doors in the living-room click open. Carrie lived in a very quiet, and very safe small town in middle America, so never locked her doors. Sometimes she thinks this is because of her secret, and in her mind, slightly sick fantasy of being taken against her will.

Of course that is the theme of her favorite story in her erotic story book, where a woman is trapped in her room and forced to succumb to the desires of the predator who had hid in the closet until she had come from the bathroom. She had been in there removing her makeup and fixing her hair for the night. When the victim of the story sat on the end of her bed, the man exited the closet, closing the distance in an instant, and wrapping his arm around her neck until she passed out.

Slowly awakening from the choke hold she was unable to move her arms or legs. Lying on her stomach, the woman pulled at her ankles and her feet, quickly becoming aware that they were shackled at either end of the bed. She was blindfolded therefore unable to see anything around her, but she could hear breathing next to her ear.

"Keep quiet, do

everything

I say and you will make it through this. Now, you are going to feel some pressure, do

NOT

move, this is the start of the fun."

Before the pressure began, she felt cold, wetness. Then felt something hard, round, yet strangely soft being pressed against her asshole. Suddenly she realized that it was a butt-plug. The gentle pressure increased, spreading open her puckered opening. After a couple of minutes the plug was fully inserted, there was some pain, and then there was vibration. The object was about four inches long, slightly curved, vibration from the base to the very tip of the invasive 'alien'. She had never had anything in this part of her body before, she was nervous that suddenly she would split open, even though there was very little sensation of pain.

"We are going to just let that sit there and work its magic. I am going to prepare the next part of our adventure. Remember, it's quiet time dirty little bitch. Isn't that what you call yourself in your diary?"

"Y-yes sir, it is."

The sudden impact of his hand on the plug sent a shockwave through her body. Scared as she was, this wave wasn't exactly an unpleasant feeling.

"I said, it is quiet time my slut."

For the next few minutes she was becoming aroused despite her fear of her uncertain future. Her ass had loosened, and the vibration was causing her body to shiver. A few times she shocked herself with the need to moan, but remembering what she was told, she bit these back. She heard various noises coming at different times around her. Finally she felt the top corner of her bed sag while the man climbed onto it. He positioned himself between her arms, directly in front of her head.

"Now dirty little bitch, you are going to let me put my cock in your mouth. If you bite or pull away, well I have a few other mysterious 'toys' I can replace that plug with."

With a handful of hair he lifted her head and lowered it down onto his, rather large member. Surprisingly he did not try and put it all in. He bobbed her head down only about three or four inches, but she could tell there was another three inches to go, at least. His girth wasn't the biggest she had ever had in her mouth, but it was impressive. Out of the blue he leaned over her, keeping her head in place, and smacked the plug in her ass again, more playfully this time. She moaned against her will. It was an amazing feeling, she almost came just from the new feelings she was experiencing, and the additional pressure from the sudden intense pressure.

Finally, the time she knew would come, he forced her head down as far as she could take it in this position. Bobbing her head faster than ever (she had never sucked dick this fast or deep), she was gagging and pulling back as best she could. He held her hair, pushing down hard and smacked her on the cheek. He then let up on her head so that she could breathe. Spit dribbled from her mouth, onto his cock, onto the bed. The man forcefully rubbed the head of his cock against her mouth, trying to get it open. When she refused, he grunted then quickly got off the bed. She felt an intensely sharp burn on her right ass cheek. 'He hit me', she though as she tried to wiggle away from the pain.

"I fuckin said, do

NOT

fight me!", another smack against he ass, half his hand hitting the plug in her ass.

This sensation, though very painful, was fascinatingly exciting. Both emotionally and physically. So far she had been able to stave off an orgasm, but it was getting harder, though fear still tugged at her stomach. She felt his four fingers sliding down the inside of her thigh towards her knee.

"Okay, dirty little bitch, time for something a little more fun. Aren't we having fun? Remember no noise.", she felt him climb between her legs.

She shook he head yes, momentarily wondering how the blind fold had stayed on so well. A pillow was being placed under her lower stomach and hips. She felt two of his fingers rubbing her pussy lips, up and down, side to side, just avoiding her clit. Then she felt this tip of his cock against her opening. Pressing against her with little pushes. By now she was so wet the bed beneath her was so wet from her unintentional arousal

"Ready, Set,

GO

", and he shoved his cock into her sopping cunt, in doing so he smashed against the still vibrating butt plug. Her mind instantly fogged, goose bumps and sweat broke out all at once. Biting her lip to stop any sound, but still a small grunt emerged from her throat. He was pounding her in rapid thrusts, then slow strokes, always making sure to hit that plug in her ass. She was trying so hard not to give him the orgasm he obviously wanted her to have. She had been fucked pronebone before, but never had she had a guy lay flat on her and ram her. This is exactly what he was doing now, pushing her clit into the firm sofa pillow, smashing the plug, and plunging his cock into her.

It was only two or three minutes of this and she came, her entire body tense and shaking. Squirting for the first time in her life. He was still pounding her, and mind was blurring in and out as she continued to come. Finally losing consciousness. When she woke, she was no longer bound, he ass was empty and he was gone. The only evidence left was his cum seeping from her spent cunt. Her muscles were sore from the multiple orgasms she had while being tightly bound. But, she couldn't believe it, she was still shaking and he pussy was still wanting more.

And that is Carrie's favorite story, she was now thinking about as she was grinding quickly on her hand on the bar stool in her kitchen while being watched by the invader who had come in through her French doors.

This is, obviously, my first attempt at writing erotica. Let me know what I can do better, maybe go slower or into more depth of what's happening.