Note:
While most of my posts are non-fiction, this one is not. My husband and I frequently share role-playing to spice-up our sex lives, and I've often shared some of my early fantasies with him when we do. He suggested I compile my early sexual fantasies into a story and submit it as a post here. I've outgrown many of these but still remember them well and how I enjoyed play-acting in my mind as a younger girl.
Additionally, the fantasies in the stories below are those of a younger and less experienced person, who had never had anal sex, nor done much else in the way of sex. I found later in life that anal sex is not for me, the fantasy being much better than the actual act itself. I still love being submissive up to a point, and being bound sometimes is a real turn-on for both me and my husband when roleplaying. Fantasies don't always live up to their expectations. In other words, they are more fun thinking about than in the actual practice of them.
Cleo
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As Doctor Chapman's man fetched the car, Ralph told Cleo that the big black man to whom he'd sold her was a renowned scientist who specialized in DNA and Genetic research, and hybrid experiments. He'd been famous a few years earlier for growing a couple goats and dogs in test tubes. Rumors around the medical community were, he'd taken part of some of the experiments, running teats on himself.
In any event, he'd become obscenely wealthy by doing some pretty unethical, and perhaps even illegal stuff for various dictators and governments around the globe. Her ex-boss seemed to relish her growing fear, as he described Chapman's checkered past. He closed off by saying coldly, "If you're not completely ruined by the time he finishes with you, maybe I'll take you back for a while."
Cleo didn't have to pack anything before she left the home she'd shared with Mike for the past two years. In fact, Mr. Chapman wouldn't let her return and get anything. He said he'd provide everything she'd need and apparently he was so rich that he could. Without a husband now and all alone, she accepted the fact that somehow she'd ended up being a slave to some man she'd never met. She felt totally worthless and deserving of such a fate after all the things she'd done, guiltily accepting it as Karma.
By the time they reached their destination, she'd been riding in the back of a stretch limo for three hours, occasionally sucking Mr. Chapman's huge black cock wherever it magically appeared sticking out of its fly. She was never able to take even half of it, but three times she'd swallowed most of his copious flow, and as a result, her crouch was sopping wet. Chapman had told her to remove her underwear before she'd entered his car and had told her at that time, she'd never need them again. Just the thought of that had made her start to gush.
But she was scared, too - really scared for the first time in her young life. She didn't know where she was, the man she was with, or what awaited her at the end of their journey. Doctor Chapman . . . no, Master, is how he told her to think of him. Master hadn't even looked at her or acknowledged her as she sucked away on the spongy head his huge cock. After he'd cum in her mouth each time, he'd sat stoically until she'd cleaned him with her mouth, folded his considerable length back inside his pants and zipped him up. She knew it was sick, but she was so horny by then that she'd climb almost anything.
She knew Chapman's penis was simply too big for her to accommodate. Too big for anything human! Did he do something with genetics to enhance his size? Was that even possible? Ralph's comment about him conducting experiments on himself sent a shudder through her. There was no denying he was the tallest man she'd ever seen and his cock was bigger than her arm! Had he somehow enlarged his penis by conducting experiments on himself with animal DNA, as Ralph had gleefully suggested? The thing he carried between his legs was no ordinary penis. It was a weapon, one that he could kill her with, if he decided to. She was horny, but not that horny.
As wet as she was at the moment she'd climb almost anything, but the prospects someone fucking her right then didn't look all that good. She looked up, shuddering as the ugly driver drove the long car through a gated estate, moving slowly up a long winding driveway toward a mansion. She'd heard her new Master address him as Mr. Kapp. Well, maybe she wouldn't climb "anything." Certainly not the ugly fat driver with the cold fish-eyes. She shuddered again. Just the thought of Kapp's knobby hands touching her made her queasy. Something about him. Not quite human.
They were met near the front door by a pretty girl about her own age, short dark hair, dressed in a skimpy maid's uniform. The girl kept her eyes downcast and didn't speak. Master spoke now. "Go with Mr Kapp. He's been driving all day and needs some help with his problem."
Whatever Mr. Kapp's problem was, she didn't want to be anywhere near him. She knew better than to argue at this point however, so she obediently followed his fat waddle inside toward the back of the house. She trailed behind him, through a doorway into a large bedroom. This was apparently Mr Kapp's room. He didn't speak to her, instead grabbing her short wrap-a-round near the throat, simply ripping it from her body. Before she could scream, he tossed her face-down on to the king-sized bed. Instantly, she felt a gigantic cock-head pushing against her exposed cunt.
"Oh God, no!" she screamed.
He didn't stop, nor speak. He kept pushing against her opening, grinding away, relentlessly. At last, he was rewarded for his efforts as the golf-ball-sized head of his cock slipped past her vulva lips, but instantly hung-up in her much too-tight channel. She screamed louder and the fat man slapped her ass, very hard. For a while, as he grunted and labored behind her, she'd scream and he'd silently slap her ass each time. Finally, she got the message and bit her arm, indignantly but quietly allowing him his path to the pleasure he sought.
She eventually felt him slide in deeper, push hard again and slide in a little more. Her pussy was on fire from friction, and she was ready to pass out from the pain. The invading cock slid in deeper, pushing the walls aside, forcing tender tissue ahead of it. How big was that thing anyway? Would it never end? Finally, she felt his fat belly brushing against her ass cheeks.
What was this place where men had cocks like small horses? Ralph had the biggest cock she'd ever seen and he was smaller than this guy! She was more stuffed than she'd ever been in her life. She lay quietly, afraid to move, feeling the gigantic cock push relentlessly against her cervical core. She groaned against her forearm again. Then he started fucking her like a machine. No preliminaries, no warm up, just long-stroke thrusting, hard and fast. She screamed again and he silently slapped her ass harder. She bit deeper into her arm in an attempt to remain quiet, but she was screaming in her mind. You bastard! You nasty, fat bastard!
Yes, nasty. Very nasty. She felt the juices flowing from her pussy again, lubing the giant cock banging against her insides. Oh yes, so nasty, she thought again, envisioning how it must appear if she could only see it. Cleo moaned softly and then louder. She moved backward a bit, meeting the brutal thrusts with small ones of her own. The cock inside her was white hot, throbbing, pulsating, hard as wood. She raised herself onto her elbows, reached back and felt that it was indeed all the way inside her. As it slid in and out, she felt it in her hand. It must have been over a foot long and even thicker than Ralph's, covered with huge, wart-like knobs. She moaned again, this time much louder.
