They seemed to be fighting the Gods. To be able to find time in their schedule when they could both be alone together was fast becoming more than a scheduling problem. What would it take to get them both in the same room together so they could do what they both loved best with each other? Finally, it looked like Friday would be their day.
He was recuperating from some minor surgery, so he would be waiting at his home at day's end. She would be able to get off work early, so she could get to his place as early in the afternoon as possible.
Although they hadn't talked much about what they would do, for her it didn't matter much. She loved his variety and ingenuity when they got together. Role-playing, domination, submission, porn - it really all was just the vehicle to allow her to love and be loved. She knew that no matter what his approach, that he loved her and that while he would use her and possess her like a man out of control, ultimately he treasured her above all else.
When she rang his doorbell, her heart was racing a bit. What would today bring? Would they be animals, playful, role-play, or would there be no rules? As she was rolling these thoughts through her mind, the door slowly opened and she stepped inside.
The room was dark and before her eyes had a chance to adjust to the darkness, she felt a hand close over her mouth and an arm wrap around her waist that lifted her off her feet.
"Keep quiet bitch and you won't get hurt", a voice hissed in her ear.
Although she wanted to believe this was another one of his games, she wasn't entirely sure; the voice sounded rougher and the way he manhandled her wasn't the usual routine either. Should she play along or was she really in danger? Before she had a chance to respond, his grip on her mouth and her waist tightened.
"Did you hear me bitch? Will you keep quiet, or do I have to hurt you?"
She quickly nodded her head, afraid this was the real thing. Where was her boyfriend? Would he be here in time before she did get hurt?
The next thing she knew, he let go of her waist and with his other hand, brought something to her head. He unclamped her mouth, and then used both hands to tie a scarf around her eyes.
"Don't try to pull it off, bitch."
With that, he pushed her up the stairs until they came to the bedroom, where he threw her down on the bed. Before she even stopped bouncing, he was upon her. She felt his hot breath on her cheek and the weight of his leg on top of her leg, as he pried her legs open.
She still wasn't sure if this was a stranger or her lover. Even with the doubt she had, she couldn't help but be aroused by the power and passion of this stranger. She didn't want to comply with his requests, despite his threats to hurt her. Yet, as she felt the weight of him pressing down on her thigh, she felt a warmth in her pussy that she couldn't deny.
While his leg forced her legs apart, she felt his mouth on hers; roughly forcing her lips apart while his tongue viciously probed her mouth. At the same time, his hand raced up her stomach and quickly slid under her bra, clamping onto her breast.
With his thigh pressed hard onto her cunt, his tongue probing her mouth and his hand covering her breast, her head was swimming with the sensations she was feeling. As much as she was scared that she was being held against her will by this stranger, she couldn't deny that her body was responding to his rough advances.
He also could feel her rising to meet his rough touch; her cunt rubbing his leg, her tongue returning his probing and her nipple hardening in response to his clasp. She wanted to deny him, but her body was betraying her.
Before she could think anymore, he was off her and she heard some fumbling of clothes, then felt his hard and erect cock brush the side of her face.
"Open your mouth bitch, and suck my cock," he growled. She blindly obeyed as she opened her mouth and felt his cock fill her mouth. As he pumped his throbbing cock in her mouth, he used a hand to pull on her erect nipple.
