You walk in to the house, tired after a long day and glad that your husband and the kids are away for a few days so you can just relax with a glass of wine. You slip off your shoes and pad into the kitchen to grab a wine glass and stop suddenly. On the table, sitting positioned right in the centre, is your butt plug. As you stare uncomprehendingly at it, you hear a noise behind you and suddenly a hand is wrapped around your mouth and you are pushed forward to fall over the table, your face inches away from the plug. As you start to panic, you realize that whoever is behind you has a hard-on and that is pressing against your ass. A second later, a voice whispers "Look what I found in your bedroom baby...have you been fantasizing about something naughty?"
You start to struggle a little bit and the hand on your mouth tightens its grip and suddenly a hand is squeezing one of your tits through your shirt. "Relax Becky..you can't stop this and I think deep down you want it." You try and determine if you know the voice as they clearly know who you are, but it is difficult to concentrate as the hand massages your boob and you feel his hard-on slowly grinding against your ass. The hand tweaks your nipple and despite yourself you start to feel a little turned on.
As the hand continues to grope you and the grinding continues, you hear him say "I think you actually want to be treated like a slut Becky. I think you fantasize about a nice hard cock deep in your asshole. I think if you were able to be honest with yourself, you would admit that you want to be fucked hard and treated like a....dirty..... little .....whore." At the end of the sentence, with each word, the hand twists your nipple a little and you swear you feel his cock get harder.
You suddenly have one of your legs kicked out to the side and the hand is gone from your tit only to reappear between your legs. The thin material of the pants you are wearing doesn't prevent much and his hand begins to rub your clit through the material. "Or maybe you want it in your cunt Becky. Maybe you want to be bent over and have a cock ramming in and out of your pussy until you can barely breathe. Being used for my pleasure as I fuck you how I want." You can't help but moan a little bit through his hand as he continues to tease your pussy. You realize with some shame that you are getting wet and that pretty soon he will be able to tell that what he is doing and how he is talking is making you very horny.
The hand over your mouth loosens a little and the voice whispers in your ear again. "I am going to move my hand Becky, but if you scream, it will end badly for you." The hand moves slightly but instead of taking it off your mouth, he presses two of the fingers into your mouth. "Suck on my fingers you little slut, like you suck on a cock." Hesitantly at first, you put a little pressure on his fingers, but as his other hand suddenly pushes deeper through the material, almost between your pussy lips, you begin to suck them harder. He follows your rhythm, until you are sucking his fingers as he puts pressure against your cunt. You realize that you are wet now, the sucking of the fingers being the final straw.
You barely notice when he stops pushing against your pussy, caught up in sucking his fingers. Suddenly his other hand is on your shoulder, yanking you back, his knees hitting the back of your knees and making you kneel before the table. As you kneel, stunned by the sudden change, his hand is taken out of your mouth and a blindfold of some sorts wrapped across your eyes. His hands grab your shoulders and roughly force you around until you are facing away from the table, towards where he is, still on your knees, confused as to what is going on.
The confusion tears to realization as you hear the sound of a zipper being undone and his voice, no longer a whisper. "You filthy fucking whore, down on your knees, just dying to suck cock, aren't you Becky?" You stare into the blackness of the blindfold, unsure of how to answer when suddenly his hand is cupping your jaw, pushing your lips out. "Answer the question you fucking slut. Do you want to suck my cock?"
You wince as he lets go and whisper "No, I don't want...I'm not a...". His laugh cuts off your weak reply and you get the sense he is leaning down, his face next to yours.
"Don't lie to me Becky. I know you are a cock-sucker who can't wait to have the next big dick in your mouth." You start to shake your head as you hear him stand, but before you get more than a shake in, his hand is gripping your face again and without warning you feel his cock press between your lips. With one hand on the back of your head and the other griping your face, his dick slides all the way into your mouth, filling you up and crowding your throat. It is a big cock, bigger than your husband's dick. To your shame you find yourself thinking that doesn't count for much as his dick is pretty small. Rational thought fades as he begins to fuck your face and you struggled to take his cock without choking. Despite the force and the lack of control, or maybe because of it, you feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter. Giving head has always been something that turned you on, something about the power and control over the man, making him feel how you want him to feel. At this, you begin to work with him, bobbing your head to try and take his cock properly. Feeling you make the effort, his hand loosens and eventually drops.
As you bob up and down on his cock, you hear him moan. "God Becky, suck that cock you little slut. Yeah baby, you love that cock in your mouth don't you? Sucking on a stranger like he was your husband...you cock-hungry whore...god, take it Becky." The dirty talk affects you despite your best efforts and you realize that you are dying to have his cock in your pussy. The thought that he might fuck you suddenly makes you feel hopeful and you continue to blow him, wanting to please him. His cock makes a wet plopping noise as he pulls it out of your mouth and suddenly slaps his hard cock against your cheek. Before you can react, he does it again, slapping your face, the feel of his hot, hard cock against your cheek making you want it even more. He bends down again, his face feeling like it is inches from yours. "You ready for a nice hard fucking Becky? You ready to take my dick all the way into that cunt of yours?"
You hate yourself for doing it, but you find yourself nodding as he talks. You hear him stand again and suddenly his dick is pushing between your lips again and you almost gag as he rams it deep in your mouth. He fucks your face for a few strokes then pulls out, idly tapping his dick against your lips. "I want to hear you say it Becky. I want to hear you admit that you are a little whore who wants a stranger's cock in your pussy."
You clear your throat and quietly speak "Yes...I want it in me." You hear him laugh.
"Say it louder Becky. Tell me what you want."
You speak louder, "Please, put your cock in me."
