Susan’s anger began to boil as she cursed at the ignition when the engine failed to start. She looked around and saw nothing for miles, not a garage, or even a house any where in sight. Rain was just being to fall when she grabbed her jacket and got out of the car. She locked the door, then looked down at her three inch stilettos and wondered if she will be able to make a long walk.
Although it seemed like miles, she had only walked a few yards when she heard the sound of car engine coming down the road in front of her. The headlights caught her black stockings first as she began to wave frantically, bouncing up and down in an attempt to halt the oncoming car.
The man behind the wheel could hardly believe his luck as he slowed down to study her body. She was tall, with thick thighs, and a nicely shaped body. His thoughts quickly sent his foot to the brake pedal and he stopped with a screech of the tires.
“Thank you so much for stopping. I thought I was going to have to walk all night to find someone.”
“No problem, get in before you get to wet.”
Susan glanced at the driver and assessed she would be better off to take a chance with him, than to walk in the rain for god only knows how far. She slipped into the passengers seat as her skirt momentarily rose past her thighs showing a glimpse of her stocking top. She could feel his eyes mentally undressing her, going past her thighs, through her black silk panties until they rested on her cunt.
He couldn’t stop himself. His eyes strayed over her body, mentally removing the skimpy damp dress that clung to her body. He could imagine what was underneath, and smiled when he pictured her the type of girl who either wore no underwear or only the black silky type. He could feel himself starting to drool, and began talking gibberish nonsense.
Susan began to feel uncomfortable as the conversation quickly turned to little hints of sex. Her insides turned as he talked about how dark and deserted it was outside, and how they hadn’t passed another car or house for miles. Using the excuse that he had to use the bathroom, he pulled his car over to the side of the road.
Feeling uneasy, Susan made a grab for her seatbelt the moment the car came to a complete stop. Before she had a chance to grab for the door handle, he latched onto her arm. He could hear her heart pounding as he leaned over her and put his hand around her throat.
“You really didn’t think I was going to let you out of this car without some fun first?” he said as he reached under her shirt and felt the warm softness of her breasts. He wanted to suck them deeply into his mouth, but she pushed him away. He forcibly slapped her face and tore at the flimsy material until it gave way, revealing her two plump, rounded handfuls.
Her heart was beating so fast she could hear it in her ears as she tried for the door handle again. It flung open and out they fell into the pouring rain. She attempted to struggle out from under him, while still grasping onto the door handle of the car. Pinning her against the doorframe, he reached into the backseat floorboard and took out a long stretch of rope. He rolled down the window and with skill and speed, he quickly bound her wrists to the frame of the door.
She stood there helpless as he forced her legs apart and grabbed at her cunt through the silk panties. He could feel her moist lips of her clitoris stiffen and pulse at his touch. He smiled deeply as he admired the view spread out before him. He pushed her skirt up over her thighs to her waist and easily ripped away her thin silk panties. His eyes grew wide when the underneath revealed a freshly shaven pink pussy.
Susan writhed against the frame of the car door as she tried in vain to loosen the ropes that bind her wrist. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his hands roaming over every inch of her body, his body firmly pushing against hers. She felt the hard cold steel metal of the door handle digging into her stomach as he shoved his hard penis into her dry cunt.
With all the power he had he relentlessly thrust his cock deep into her hole, moaning like an animal with each thrust. She screamed for him to stop, but she couldn’t be heard over the sound of thunder and rain pouring from the sky. He continued to fuck her cunt in and out until he was close to cumming. He withdrew his cock and moistened his finger in his mouth, and then began rubbing her pussy up and down, backwards and forwards, trying not to cum just yet.
She moaned loudly as his fingers explored deep inside her cunt, touching all areas, making her insides swell even tighter. He pressed his fingers deeper inside, wondering how deep he could go. The tightness of her opening clung to his fingers, pushing them out against the intrusion. He withdrew his fingers and slid his cock back into the moist opening. He quickly began pumping her cunt rapidly until he was breathing hard. In and out as the rain fell on their bodies, soaking them both.
Again he withdrew his rigid cock and untied her hands long enough to drag her limp body to the back of the car out of the rain. Susan felt exhausted from trying to free her hands from being bound, and her cunt ached from the intrusion that had filled her. She quickly realized he had more plans in mind when he pushed her down on her stomach in the backseat. Before she had a chance to turn over, he was on top of her with his cock bobbing up and down touching her exposed ass.
He licked his hand and wet his throbbing muscle until it was moist enough to slide between Susan’s ass cheeks. She let out a begging scream of no as his cock slowly pushed into her backside. He used his free hand to stifle her screams as he pushed fully into her ass. The tightness closed around his cock, squeezing it firmly in its grip.
Susan’s face smashed against the seat of the car as the man began shoving his cock faster and deeper into her. After a few minutes he felt his whole body was going to explode as Susan withered around trying to escape from under him. Her taut walls kept his prick locked firmly in her grasp as she bucked wildly, and he continued going in and out of her tight ass opening.
When he was close to cumming he pulled from her ass with a lewd pop, leaving her ass spread open wide enough to see her insides. She let out a loud scream and quickly turned over to face him. He grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her out of the car onto the wet muddy ground.
“Now I’m gonna fucking shut your mouth the proper way!” he shouted as he drug her to the side of the road. He shoved her to the ground and quickly sat across her stomach watching her face contort in pain as he pushed her into overgrown brush. She could feel the weeds uncomfortably cutting into her, giving her a surge of adrenalin to fight back. Her nails ripped at his flesh.
He responded by slapping her again and again across her face, tits, stomach, anywhere he could make contact with flesh. He then reached out and picked up a nearby branch and whipped her fiercely across her body, leaving whelps everywhere the branch made contact. He could feel himself becoming further out of control, but he couldn’t stop.
He managed to grab her wrists and force her hands over her head as he pushed his hard cock into her mouth. He held her there, going in and out as she gagged and struggled to breathe. Her face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes as he pounded into her warm mouth. He was close to cumming as he pushed his thick cock deeper into her throat until he felt he was going to explode.
“I’m cumming bitch!” he yelled as he let go of the built up liquid. It felt like a train running through his body and exploding from the end of his cock. He relaxed and pulled his deflated organ from her throat and rubbed it across her face.
Susan could taste the hot salty cum sliding down the back of her throat and swallowed with one steady gulp. He let her hands go and leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. She stopped and brushed the wet hair away from her face, and noticed they were both covered in mud and dead grass.
He stood up and then held out a hand to help her up. Smiling happily she said, “Next time we play this game, let’s make sure it’s not fucking raining, okay.”
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Friday, February 5, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Playing a Game
This is a work in progress that I wrote a few years ago... I wanted to make some changes and had it saved for a later day.. don't know why it already posted..
I was walking towards my car, when suddenly I see a man pulling out a knife. He pushes a button and the blade snaps out with a surprising sound. My body sent out a wave of adrenalin that sent my heart racing rapidly in my chest. He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone.
"Do you see this?" he said waving the knife slowly back and forth in his hand.
“Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.
“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.
My breathing continued to race as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?
“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.
“I told you not to talk!” He growled, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.
Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.
I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.
The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.
“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.
What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.
He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.
Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.
“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.
“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”
“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”
He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”
I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.
“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”
As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.
“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”
I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.
He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”
He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.
“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.
I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.
Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.
“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.
He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.
“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.
“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.
“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.
“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.
I was walking towards my car, when suddenly I see a man pulling out a knife. He pushes a button and the blade snaps out with a surprising sound. My body sent out a wave of adrenalin that sent my heart racing rapidly in my chest. He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone.
"Do you see this?" he said waving the knife slowly back and forth in his hand.
“Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.
“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.
My breathing continued to race as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?
“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.
“I told you not to talk!” He growled, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.
Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.
I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.
The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.
“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.
What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.
He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.
Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.
“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.
“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”
“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”
He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”
I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.
“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”
As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.
“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”
I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.
He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”
He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.
“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.
I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.
Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.
“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.
He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.
“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.
“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.
“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.
“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Playing a Naughty Game
We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It’s a switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the HECK out of me…. Startled me, and gave me a nice dose of adrenalin to boot. Then he said to me (in a VERY commanding voice), “Do you see this?”
He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. “Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.
“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.
My breathing continued to race, as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?
“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.
“I told you not to talk!” He bit, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.
Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.
I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.
The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.
“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.
What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.
He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.
Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.
“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.
“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”
“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”
He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”
I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.
“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”
As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.
“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”
I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.
He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”
He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.
“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.
I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.
Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.
“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.
He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.
“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.
“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.
“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.
“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.
He came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. “Yes” I said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the shock and the adrenalin.
“Keep walking!” he said. He then clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind me he was taking control of me. We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me, “Don’t scream, don’t say a word, or I’ll kill you. Do you understand?” I nodded yes quickly, my mind racing with apprehension and excitement.
My breathing continued to race, as well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my life, my history, my soul, my love… At that moment, he became a stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?
“What do you want with me?” I whispered. He yanked my arm forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience with my actions.
“I told you not to talk!” He bit, pressing the butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat, sneering at me. He drove me back to my place in silence.
Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he said to me, “I’ve only got 8 hours ’till I’m outta here. You cooperate with me, and I won’t have to hurt you. You understand?” I nodded.
I guess he could sense my fear, his voice seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly wildly with images of what he had in mind. I knew what he wanted, but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I kept saying, he’s not really going to do anything, he just wants a place to stay.
The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an excuse to slice my throat open. He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my arms as he flung me forward.
“Eight hours, and I’ll be outta here. You won’t even hear me leave. And if you are good and cooperative, you’ll get outta here alive!” Then he moved in close behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. “Do you have neighbors nearby?” In fear and inability to think, I froze. He shook me quickly, hard, “I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!! Don’t MESS with me, little girl, or I’ll do you like I did the shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn’t hurt him, too. You never know, by looking at people.” He laughed. “Get my drift?” I nodded.
What was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn’t hurt me. He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any choice? “Is there anyone around who might hear you?” He repeated. I nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death for me. “You live here all alone, don’t you?” I could hear he was half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I heard him laugh.
He started to lift his weight off me, telling me, “Don’t even MOVE, or your DEAD!” What could I do? “TURN your head into the pillow!” I did, quickly. I didn’t want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit, and that meant I was more likely to live. “Such a pretty girl, to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty.” His voice sounded like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking my hair, like the way you’d pet animal.
Finally he spoke again. “What’s your name, pretty one?” I didn’t know what to say…should I tell him, or should I give him a fake name? Surely he’d never tell me HIS name, not his REAL one, anyway. He didn’t like my hesitation, and was quick to retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me, and I said “Tammy” through the tightness of his grasp. Then he got off me, moving toward my closet.
“My name is Tom,” he sneered. Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that… He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what, tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted, he could just take.
“Please don’t hurt me.” I wanted to distract him. “You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay, you can…”
“SHADDUP!!” he howled. He was suddenly on top of me again. “You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT! Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and then I’m free! Now, I have to be sure you don’t see me, so I won’t have to kill you. Can’t have you identifying me, now can I?”
He was stroking my long, blonde hair again, over and over, slower and slower. “So-o-o-o-o pretty!” Finally he spoke again, “I’m going to put this over your eyes, so that you can’t see. But I don’t want it to hurt, ok?”
I nodded again, a bit relieved that he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn’t die after all. He tied a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he was hunting for in my closet…a blindfold. He pulled the knot tight; firm, so that I couldn’t open my eyes, but not painfully tight. “Does that hurt?”
“No,” I said. My voice sounded small to me, like a child’s. But I was calming down. My only fear was that he wanted to take my body, and there’d be nothing I could do. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled against him. I thought he’d tie my hands behind my back, he was looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back.
I quickly understood what he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me; he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to tie my arms to my bedposts. I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately stopped fighting.
“If you cooperate, I won’t hurt you, Tammy.” He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he progressed through each step, tying my other arm, pulling my pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me, “So-o-o-o-o pretty….So-o-o-o-o pretty.”
As he lay on top of me, he whispered in my ear, “Just cooperate Tammy, I won’t hurt you.” He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless…he liked it, and was getting turned on by it, but so was I. Yet I fought to not let it show.
“I won’t hurt you…” he repeated, as he traced the form of my legs with his rough hands. “This is what ALL you women want, isn’t it?!!” He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what he’d do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. “I want to feel those pretty lips!” he sneered. Then, taunting me, “Cooperate, and you won’t get hurt.”
I took him in my mouth, noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He moaned in pleasure, “Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that.” His movements continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away from me again. “Yesss, eight hours till I have to go.”
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before he’d find out, and my body would betray me.
He then lifted his body off me, only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no different. My tears never progressed past whimpers. Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me. “Hmmm… Do you LIKE that, Tammy?”
He was playing with my mind, using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep the situation immediate to me. I didn’t answer. He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me, touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud. Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of self-control. Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his touch, I was totally at his command.
“Tell me you are mine!” he said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed under it, and when he repeated, “Tammy, TELL me you are MINE!” I followed his order.
I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me writhe in unsatisfied agony. He’s teasing me. The pleasure continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. “Do you feel that?” he teased, as he let just his tip caress my hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to mind-numbing proportions! “Hmm?! Do you feel that?” he insisted, until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe, and moan.
Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust. Within the depths of me, each stroke’s hit caused incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building me with the quick pressure. He’d started slowly at first, torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his movements faster and faster, until I couldn’t hold back my orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax, continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS approach, and he pulled out of me.
“I’m going to cum all over that pretty body of yours now, Tammy!” he breathed. He then started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him. It wasn’t but a second before he was inside me again, pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him.
He demanded I lift my head, saying “Do you want to taste me? Lift that pretty head up and open your mouth!” He was very close. As he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts, belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered fingertips over my lips and my tongue.
“I might even come back, when this is all over. I like you!” he said. He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.
“So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I’ve seen you?” I smiled. He smiled back.
“This means I’m curling up next to you and going to SLEEP for the next 8 hours until I have to go back to work!” my love replied.
“Thanks for playing the game,” I whispered back to my lover.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Our Little Game
Our Little Game–
I was slowly putting my plan together. I had found his address by tracing his truck plate, parked at his job, from a friend at the DMV.
Late one night I drove out to where he lived and waited a few yards down the street. It wasn’t long before I saw him outside washing the dust from his truck.
I couldn’t just walk up and say hi, not after the incident a few years ago, he would probably shoot me and ask questions later. It was going to be a challenge to get him to listen to me, but he obviously liked the game or he would have ended it some time ago. I thought about luring him out to some lone road in the middle of the night, or maybe I could come up with some other fictitious story that he would believe.
When he went back into his house, I scribbled down a note and left it under his windshield wiper. “Dear Joe, You lost something at the station you might want back. Meet me at the park behind Wal-Mart tonight at 12.” I wasn’t sure if it would work but I had to try. I then got back into my car and sped off quickly, squealing my tires and honking my horn to get his attention.
I got to the park over an hour early to make sure I had everything in place long before he arrived. I was equipped with an abundance of suitable restraints and a few little surprises for Joe if he showed up. It was dark and cold out, so there wouldn’t be anyone around the park that late at night. I waited outside my car in the brush for him to show up, in case I needed to surprise him if he had something planned for me.
I was lost in thought, dreaming as I watched a couple squirrels chasing each other around a tree when I was startled by the sight of lights coming in my direction. In the distance, I could hear a truck coming closer. It came straight towards the back and pulled around near my car. I quickly recognized it as Joe’s truck, and he was the only one inside. He got out of his truck and walked slowly around my car a few times looking to see who was inside.
I figured the best plan was to ambush him when he least expected it, so I quickly stepped out the bushes and called out his real name. He swung around with his flashlight in one hand and his weapon in the other. By the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. I walked closer with my hands held out to my sides, as he continued pointing his gun at me.
“You dumbass! Don’t you know I could have shot you?” he said in a rushed voice.
I slowly walked closer, as he asked me what I wanted. Smiling, I told him I wanted to show him how I could get along. After talking for a few minutes, he let down his defenses and I went for his gun, knocking it into the brush nearby. I grabbed the stun gun from my pocket and quickly used it to subdue him. I spoke to him telling him to calm down and things would be okay real soon. This made him fight harder, so I hit him again with the stun gun and sat on top of his back while I cuffed his hands.
I then rolled him over and drug him out deep into the woods. To stifle his shouting I placed a pair of pantyhose around his mouth to keep anyone from hearing what was about to take place. I took him to where I had already set up a blanket on the ground.
“You know I think you’re really sexy?” I whispered to him as I dropped his body onto the blanket. I could tell he was really pissed off, but that was all the fun. He kicked his feet at me and spoke through the pantyhose in his mouth.
“Let me go you fucking bitch!” he managed to get out.
“When I’m done playing,” I said as I rubbed my hand over his cock.
I sat down beside him and put my hand between his legs and began massaging the inside of his thighs. Teasing him as my fingers roamed around the outside of his tight jeans. He couldn’t help but let his cock get hard as my smooth hand caressed his manhood. I knew I was going to fuck him, willingly or not.
I picked up a bottle of Tequila and took a large gulp, and then I took the pantyhose out of Joe’s mouth and forced him to take a long drink as I held it to his lips. He hesitantly took a big swallow, and then another.
I reached for my goodie bag near the edge of the blanket and his eyes got wide, wondering what I had in store for him. I brought out a knife and cut away all of his clothes, leaving him fully exposed to the cool night air. I stepped back, looking at his delicious body, “If you want to live, you’ll do everything I tell you.”
He looked at me with contempt, and then closed his eyes. I took a piece of ice from a Quik-Trip cup and began running it over his already cold body, sending goose bumps across his chest. Grinning wide, I placed some on his nipples making them hard and perky. I toyed with them, squeezing them as I pulled them with my other hand. To give him the most sensation, I then placed my warm mouth on his nipple and sucked it soft.
I began running my other hand between his legs, as my mouth warmed his other nipple. I was getting hot, even in the cold March night air. I could feel my pussy lubricating as I continued to rub his cock and run my tongue across his body. His cock was beginning to grow and began bobbing up and down. I excitedly watched his face as both my hands squeezed around his cock.
I stood and kicked his feet wide and then staked them to the ground by using some rope tied around his ankles. I slipped out of my jeans and tossed them in a pile near his cut up clothing. “Now just in case you forget, I’ve still got the knife, and I can use it at anytime.”
His eyes opened briefly, but quickly closed again when he felt my warm, wet mouth around his cock. My tongue worked its way around the head of his cock, coaxing out a few drops of pre-cum into my awaiting mouth. I rubbed his cock over my lips and then took him fully into my throat, enjoying the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
His cock was rock hard when I slid on top of him and placed his cock against the opening of my cunt. I wanted him to feel the most intense pleasure, so I grabbed a small vibrator and turned it on high as I slipped it into my anal opening. I then sat fully on his cock, letting it slid deep inside my cunt. My muscles clung tightly to his shaft and he let out a low moan.
I didn’t want it to end so quickly, so I pulled off and grabbed another small vibrator, and against his will I slid it slowly into his ass. I turned it on high as I grabbed his cock and forced it back inside my wet cunt. I could feel his balls tighten with enormous pressure.
I worked his cock back and forth inside my pussy, letting it rub against the bottom. I could see the intense pain and pleasure he was in as I watched his face with each stroke down on his cock. It was no longer cold outside, instead it felt like a warm summer breeze building up from inside of me.
Without warning, my pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing it until he began shouting he was cumming. I violently shook as my pussy exploded when I felt his cum hit the back of my cunt wall. Our juices blending and squirting out around his cock and running down between my legs.
I pulled off him and laid down exhausted beside him. I slipped the vibrators out and laid them beside the blanket. I released the ties around his legs and sat him up to remove the cuffs. The second I removed the cuffs he quickly knocked me to the ground and smiled. Within minutes I was the one staked to the ground spread eagle, and being thoroughly searched.
“Pay back is a bitch,” he said as he sat on top of me and held the gun to my head as he placed his cock in my mouth.
I was slowly putting my plan together. I had found his address by tracing his truck plate, parked at his job, from a friend at the DMV.
Late one night I drove out to where he lived and waited a few yards down the street. It wasn’t long before I saw him outside washing the dust from his truck.
I couldn’t just walk up and say hi, not after the incident a few years ago, he would probably shoot me and ask questions later. It was going to be a challenge to get him to listen to me, but he obviously liked the game or he would have ended it some time ago. I thought about luring him out to some lone road in the middle of the night, or maybe I could come up with some other fictitious story that he would believe.
When he went back into his house, I scribbled down a note and left it under his windshield wiper. “Dear Joe, You lost something at the station you might want back. Meet me at the park behind Wal-Mart tonight at 12.” I wasn’t sure if it would work but I had to try. I then got back into my car and sped off quickly, squealing my tires and honking my horn to get his attention.
I got to the park over an hour early to make sure I had everything in place long before he arrived. I was equipped with an abundance of suitable restraints and a few little surprises for Joe if he showed up. It was dark and cold out, so there wouldn’t be anyone around the park that late at night. I waited outside my car in the brush for him to show up, in case I needed to surprise him if he had something planned for me.
I was lost in thought, dreaming as I watched a couple squirrels chasing each other around a tree when I was startled by the sight of lights coming in my direction. In the distance, I could hear a truck coming closer. It came straight towards the back and pulled around near my car. I quickly recognized it as Joe’s truck, and he was the only one inside. He got out of his truck and walked slowly around my car a few times looking to see who was inside.
I figured the best plan was to ambush him when he least expected it, so I quickly stepped out the bushes and called out his real name. He swung around with his flashlight in one hand and his weapon in the other. By the look on his face, I could tell he wasn’t happy to see me. I walked closer with my hands held out to my sides, as he continued pointing his gun at me.
“You dumbass! Don’t you know I could have shot you?” he said in a rushed voice.
I slowly walked closer, as he asked me what I wanted. Smiling, I told him I wanted to show him how I could get along. After talking for a few minutes, he let down his defenses and I went for his gun, knocking it into the brush nearby. I grabbed the stun gun from my pocket and quickly used it to subdue him. I spoke to him telling him to calm down and things would be okay real soon. This made him fight harder, so I hit him again with the stun gun and sat on top of his back while I cuffed his hands.
I then rolled him over and drug him out deep into the woods. To stifle his shouting I placed a pair of pantyhose around his mouth to keep anyone from hearing what was about to take place. I took him to where I had already set up a blanket on the ground.
“You know I think you’re really sexy?” I whispered to him as I dropped his body onto the blanket. I could tell he was really pissed off, but that was all the fun. He kicked his feet at me and spoke through the pantyhose in his mouth.
“Let me go you fucking bitch!” he managed to get out.
“When I’m done playing,” I said as I rubbed my hand over his cock.
I sat down beside him and put my hand between his legs and began massaging the inside of his thighs. Teasing him as my fingers roamed around the outside of his tight jeans. He couldn’t help but let his cock get hard as my smooth hand caressed his manhood. I knew I was going to fuck him, willingly or not.
I picked up a bottle of Tequila and took a large gulp, and then I took the pantyhose out of Joe’s mouth and forced him to take a long drink as I held it to his lips. He hesitantly took a big swallow, and then another.
I reached for my goodie bag near the edge of the blanket and his eyes got wide, wondering what I had in store for him. I brought out a knife and cut away all of his clothes, leaving him fully exposed to the cool night air. I stepped back, looking at his delicious body, “If you want to live, you’ll do everything I tell you.”
He looked at me with contempt, and then closed his eyes. I took a piece of ice from a Quik-Trip cup and began running it over his already cold body, sending goose bumps across his chest. Grinning wide, I placed some on his nipples making them hard and perky. I toyed with them, squeezing them as I pulled them with my other hand. To give him the most sensation, I then placed my warm mouth on his nipple and sucked it soft.
I began running my other hand between his legs, as my mouth warmed his other nipple. I was getting hot, even in the cold March night air. I could feel my pussy lubricating as I continued to rub his cock and run my tongue across his body. His cock was beginning to grow and began bobbing up and down. I excitedly watched his face as both my hands squeezed around his cock.
I stood and kicked his feet wide and then staked them to the ground by using some rope tied around his ankles. I slipped out of my jeans and tossed them in a pile near his cut up clothing. “Now just in case you forget, I’ve still got the knife, and I can use it at anytime.”
His eyes opened briefly, but quickly closed again when he felt my warm, wet mouth around his cock. My tongue worked its way around the head of his cock, coaxing out a few drops of pre-cum into my awaiting mouth. I rubbed his cock over my lips and then took him fully into my throat, enjoying the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
His cock was rock hard when I slid on top of him and placed his cock against the opening of my cunt. I wanted him to feel the most intense pleasure, so I grabbed a small vibrator and turned it on high as I slipped it into my anal opening. I then sat fully on his cock, letting it slid deep inside my cunt. My muscles clung tightly to his shaft and he let out a low moan.
I didn’t want it to end so quickly, so I pulled off and grabbed another small vibrator, and against his will I slid it slowly into his ass. I turned it on high as I grabbed his cock and forced it back inside my wet cunt. I could feel his balls tighten with enormous pressure.
I worked his cock back and forth inside my pussy, letting it rub against the bottom. I could see the intense pain and pleasure he was in as I watched his face with each stroke down on his cock. It was no longer cold outside, instead it felt like a warm summer breeze building up from inside of me.
Without warning, my pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing it until he began shouting he was cumming. I violently shook as my pussy exploded when I felt his cum hit the back of my cunt wall. Our juices blending and squirting out around his cock and running down between my legs.
I pulled off him and laid down exhausted beside him. I slipped the vibrators out and laid them beside the blanket. I released the ties around his legs and sat him up to remove the cuffs. The second I removed the cuffs he quickly knocked me to the ground and smiled. Within minutes I was the one staked to the ground spread eagle, and being thoroughly searched.
“Pay back is a bitch,” he said as he sat on top of me and held the gun to my head as he placed his cock in my mouth.
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