4 comments/ 11881 views/ 4 favorites Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? By: MrKain "Tonight you're mine, completely..." The song came to a sudden halt as he turned off the car. He liked the oldies station as it made for some easy to ignore background music and occasionally the lines could be twisted around to his particular perversion. He hustled out of the car and back to the trunk to pull out his "break in" bag. It wasn't as if he was new to this. He had this planned out very well. First, he was dressed in what the old school rogues would call his "darks"...black from top to bottom, with a black knit ski mask covering his head...just 2 eye holes and a single mouth hole. Even his break in bag was blackened. Secondly, he knew his mark. Watched her. Studied her habits. He knew when she would be vulnerable. He knew she didn't have a dog which made it much easier. He even knew that she would be off the bus in about 10 minutes, so he had to get a move on. Closing the trunk quietly, he slunk over to the shrubs on the left side of the door. Just made it easier to wrap around with his Bowie knife in his right hand. Before he settled into his perch, he unscrewed the porch lamp to the point where it turned off. No sense in announcing his presence, right? He crouched down and waited, and almost as if on cue, she appeared. A form fitting off-maroon dress, sensible pumps and tan hose covered her luscious body. She had a briefcase in her left hand and her keys in the right. She did at least pay attention to that much of the "self-defense" promotions that ran every other month on the local news. She walked up to the door, noticing the porch light was out. "Hmm," she thought to herself, "I'm going to have to fix that." All of the sudden she felt her mouth covered and a sharp point pressed against her throat. "Do you know what a Cuban Necktie is?" said a gruff voice. "No? Well it's where I slit your throat and pull your tongue out through the hole. Scream, and I'll give you a first hand demonstration. Capice'?" She nodded in the short, rapid fire nods of someone in a full state of panic, which is how he liked his marks. It made them a bit more compliant. He took is hand about a ½ an inch from her mouth. She made no sound, other then her slightly more rapid breathing. "Good girl. Now, open the door, and turn off the alarm." She did, without hesitation. He was close to her, on her heals as would a little yipping dog. But this dog was not yipping, and was not little. He closed the door behind them with a flick of his free hand. The door closed with a louder then anticipated thud, causing her to jump a little. "Nervous? Good! Now, don't move a single muscle." She stayed as still as she could...but she was vibrating with an energy she hadn't felt in a long while. Did he know her dirty little secret? Surely not. She was very careful to keep those friends separate, even using a different name when she was with them. Never had they even been to her house. All of the sudden everything went black and quiet. She panicked. She'd never been a fan of full sensory deprivation, and that's what this felt like. She heard his voice. "Now, I bet your wondering what happened. Well, this is a ball mask. It's blocking out your sight completely, and muffling your hearing. Now what's going to happen next is kind of up to you. I can either cut you out of that pretty dress your wearing, or you can take it off yourself. Either way, I'm going to have you naked in a moment." 300 dollars. That was what she paid for the dress, and it wasn't easy to find either. She knew she looked damn good in it, though her husband told her she looked good in whatever she wore. But 300 dollars. In a moment the dress was a crumpled ring around her feet. She shivered lightly as the tip of the knife found a spot between her shoulder blades. That was about the only dress she felt comfortable not wearing a bra with, as it fit so tightly any underwear would make a clearly visible line. "Very nice, dame. Now, back to the bedroom with ya," he said, pushing the point of his knife slightly to punctuate his pointed command. "I....I can't see... I'm going to run into a wall," she responded. "Fah," he retorted, "I'll keep you off the walls." With great trepidation, she started down the hallway to the spare bedroom.. "Nuh-uh," he said. "That's not your bedroom." He steered her over to the main room, across the hall from the spare bedroom" "Oh dear," she thought silently, "how did he know?" She felt the side of the bed with the top of her leg so she knew to stop. He pushed her, face first across the mattress, so that she was parallel to the short side of it. The point of his knife never left her back. He reached under the bed and found a tether. "Hmm... Tethers on the bed? Gee... someone might think your kinky or something," he said in a tone of complete mockery. He know they where there, that's why he hadn't bothered to put any kind of rope or ties in his break in bag, just 4 single cuffs, the ball hood and 1 rubber glove. He pulled one of the cuffs out and secured it around her ankle, just above the strap for her shoe, and clipped it into the tether. He pulled tether tight and it pulled her leg up and over her head, something akin to the position a scorpion's stinger would take. He went to the diametrically opposite side of the bed and dug out another cuff, putting it on her wrist this time.. This he just pulled as tight as he could, only to keep her hand out of play, as it were. Now she was ½ way secured, on a diagonal. He just set the knife on her back as he tied the other hand into this configuration. For the finishing touch, he got the other foot and put her into what could be called a wheelbarrow position, with both feet curled back unto themselves and over her head. At this point she is totally helpless, unable to move or defend herself at all. "Now... what do we have here?" His gruff voice puncturing her mental retreat from this predicament. "I'd say you were trussed up like a turkey, wouldn't you?" He was chuckling as he spoke, reveling in the undeniable power that he held at this moment. With a loud snap, he pulled the rubber exam glove onto his hand. That snap was enough to shock her back to her senses. She tried to turn her head to see what was happening, but two things were working against her. First, this position afforded her no freedom as far as her neck would move. Secondly, the hood was fitted on and would not move, no matter how hard she tried to peel it out from under her chin. She felt the latex covered hand rub up and down her buttocks. It was a disturbing feeling, as she could somewhat feel the heat from his hand, but the glove blocked any skin to skin contact. Slowly, teasingly if taken out of this context, his hand worked its way inside her legs. The rubber slipped and slid along her slit. "She likes this? Hey Mikey, she likes it!" he exclaims discovering her wetness. She starts to blush, and he can tell as her shoulders start to get slightly pink. "Do you like being tied up, dame? Answer me!" The knife is back in hand and he puts the long side of the blade against her tender neck. "Yes." came the meek answer from her. Her shoulders turned another shade of pink. "And do you like being fucked roughly?" He presses the blade into her neck, to the point of almost breaking the skin. The sudden rough language and ongoing treatment of her by this...this...man, she guessed only from his size when he was standing behind her and his voice, was getting to her. Simply put, her body was flowing like a garden hose. She knew she shouldn't be, as this could have been anyone. What would her husband say? What would she tell her husband? But still, this "him" has found her buttons and pushed them, amazingly. "Yes," was her barely audible reply. "What was that? I couldn't hear you," he taunted. "Yes, I like to be fucked roughly," she said with resignation. As she did an entirely new wave of arousal hit. Admitting one of her dark secrets had no small effect on her. He let the knife just rest where it was, and went back to working over her box. No doubt, this was turning her on. The growing stain from her dampness on the bedsheets was evidence enough of that. This was, of course, something he knew. He decided to have a bit of fun and play with her. Who knew, she might even get off. "Do you like having your clit rubbed?" He asked, knowing full well her response. "Yes, what woman doesn't." She stated almost defiantly. With that, she felt him work her clit over in earnest. "nnnngggga," she moaned. He took a latex covered finger and insinuated it into her quivering pussy. Even through the glove, he could feel her heat. Never stopping with the torment of her clit, he started to slid his finger in and out of her snatch. "mmmMMMMMMm." Another moan escaped her lips. "So, you are enjoying this, aren't you, dame?" He asks, his sneer clearly influencing his tone of voice. "no...no..no no no," she responds, but it's only a half hearted denial. Her body starts to just twitch as best it can, given all the limbs that she'd usually use to get some kind of leverage are bound with no room for motion. Just as she begins to crest that hill of passion, everything stops. Not even the rubbered hand is touching her now. A quiet, plaintive whine comes from her. Next thing she knows, her legs are freed. They fall hard to the bed, no longer being held in place by the tethers. In a flash, those legs are now tucked up under her and he's in what feels like a position getting ready to be taken doggy style. He slid into her in one long stroke. It felt good to have something that hot, that wet, that sweet around his cock again. The muscles inside her snatch were a-flutter. She was close to cuming, he could tell. "How badly do you want this, dame?" "aaaaahhhh...." was her only response. She had slipped into subspace. He began fucking her. Taking her with the force he knew would just send her over the edge. Working like a piston, in and out of her quim, he felt her first spasm of climax. The sounds coming from her were more a chain of monosyllabic tones then words. He held off for a moment, letting her come a second time before he reached his own release. He draped his spent form on her back for just a moment as he attempted to recover enough strength to move. When at last he did, he unhooked her hands from the tethers, collected the knife and put it in the break in bag. He collected her up into his arms, hugging her closely. Pulling off the hood and allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim room, as the sun had long been set. No mask now, as he pulled it off once she was hooded. I look deeply into your eyes and say "Dame?" "Yes, Master?" you reply. "Will you still love me tomorrow?" Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow? Alice looked at her naked body in the mirror. She cupped her full breasts and stroked her nipples with her thumbs feeling the familiar thrill as her flesh hardened and stood out in its brown glory. As usual she felt the thrill flow into her hairless cunt and she knew that her lips there were becoming thick and full of blood. She could almost see the clit stiffen and pull out of its protective hood. Slowly she slid her hands along her body and wondered if she would have the time to push something into her tingling cunt and make herself cum. A cry from downstairs interrupted her thought and she hurriedly threw on a halter-top and skirt leaving herself naked beneath this top layer of clothes. A quick brush of her hair and she hurried to the hallway where she found her husband and their guests. Still looking at him she felt her body stir. Though greying he still had what she thought as a hot body but then she didn't look like the standard sixty-year-old. Good genes she thought to herself. Also that they could enjoy a comfortable retirement helped she thought. Still that didn't matter at this moment to her as the couple with him turned and faced her. "Happy Birthday," they cried and moved in to give her a long and intimate hug. "Mmmm my dear no underwear I see," a husky feminine voice remarked as she moved her skirt up so she could hold and fondle Alice's firm tanned buttocks. While she was doing that the man with her pulled the halter to one side and licked around her nipple and sucked at the rising meat he had created. It was only with a firm effort that Alice was able to break free into her husband's arms and then felt his lips pressed to hers and his tongue darting deep into her throat. "God your a sexy thing," he growled and ground his erect cock through his clothes against her pubis. "Hey give me a chance wont you. After all I am old now," Alice laughed. "Old! And still a sexy, wicked woman," Helen her best friend said. The same woman who had felt her butt only seconds ago laughed. Like Alice Helen was sixty but could have put many a younger woman to shame. True her breasts might have fallen a little but her body was still toned and tanned since she and Alice followed a similar routine at the gym. The man with her was in his twenties and was of African descent, his skin so dark that it appeared black. Unlike Alice and George Helen and Robert were not married but lovers. Robert gleamed as though polished and his shaved head glinted as he talked to George who now led them out to the pool and the refreshments there. Taking a lead George poured out glasses of champagne and offered a toast," To the birthday girl and may she enjoy many more." It was a toast that the others took up and Alice drank with them. Sure they would have a birthday dinner with their other friends later but Helen was as much Alice's lover as friend. They had met when they had taken their children to school. Helen had been a single mother then and a lot of the other women had felt threatened by the good-looking woman. Both women had seen the deep fires of passion in each other. Later Alice had introduced the blonde woman to her husband who had fucked her long and hard with Alice's active help that night. That had been over thirty years ago now while there weren't the grey streaks in her brown hair or in Helen's blonde hair (dye could be a wonderful thing) they still burned with those deep passions. Robert was the latest in Helen's conquests and she had told Alice of that wonderful thick, long cock of his and how he fucked like an animal on heat. Still Alice thought so could George and his experience was enough to make her continue cuming for hours as he teased and made her scream with pleasure. She had been lucky that menopause had not affected her as badly as other women. "Well this birthday girl is hot let's go swimming," and saying that she slipped her halter top over her head and dropped her skirt to the ground and gracefully dived into the pool next to them. She quickly heard the sound of he others as they joined her in the cooling water. Hands slipped about her waist as George joined her and nuzzled her neck. She could feel his cock against her ass cheeks and she reached with one of her hands and took it in her fingers. God he was a fantastic man she thought and so good in bed. It promised to be a good birthday. Then another set of hands joined her as she felt Helen's fingers playng with her tits as she liked to call them. Finally Robert was there and she felt his firm hands grip her ass cheeks. They guided her out of the pool and into the hot tub where they fondled her body exciting her with their expert touch. Helen became the conductor as she told the men what to do. George sat on the edge of the tub and stroked his cock in front of her face until he guided her mouth to the hard spear. As she licked along its underside and along the edge of the glans she heard his moans of contentment. She felt Roberts hard cock slip between the lips of her cunt while he played and fondled with her tits. All the time while he was doing this she watched Helen rubbing her clit and calling out instructions. George's cock filled her mouth and as she had learnt she took it deep in her throat at first. Slowly it moved into her mouth until it settled into her throat. While he did that she played with his hairless balls fondling and squeezing them. Soon he was thrusting into her mouth quickly and this time it was only to her cheek as he felt her tongue slip along the furrow at the top of his cock and his hands held her face at his groin. Behind her Robert's cock filled her cunt as he drove it in and out of her body with lust driven energy. She felt her cunt pulse and juice with such pleasure and every now and again she felt that pleasurable squeezing of her cunt as she felt his cock inside her up to the hilt. Even as she felt him inside her, her fingers stroked and excited her clit adding to the pleasure she felt. With her experience she was able to hold both cocks from cuming right away but she felt George ready to cum soon. Just as she thought that his cum spilled into her mouth and she greedily swallowed it down. Sucking on his cock for more she squeezed his balls as though she wished to milk them of any more cum that may be still there. Then as his cock softened and slipped from her mouth she felt Robert's cock shoot his load deep into her cunt. Each thrust shot more of his cum into her body and she tried to squeeze the muscles about his hot pulsing rod. Then he was no longer there but she felt the soft body of Helen embracing her. Her lips touched the other woman's and her tongue was deeply into her mouth as though she was trying to lick George's cum out of her mouth. Her breasts rubbed over Alice's tits and she felt their nipples touch. Helen's fingers pushed deep into her cunt and she crudely opened the lips so that she could push finger after finger into the gaping mouth of her cunt. "Fuck my hand birthday girl," Helen moaned as she was able to tuck her thumb in her palm and she pushed her entire hand into Alice's cunt. Alice's cunt seemed to expand until she felt the fist slip into her hot cunt. Then this time she felt the woman's hand and elbow sink into and then out of her cunt. All the time Alice continued to play with her clit feeling her orgasms trip through her body. Somehow she made out George behind Helen and she could imagine what was happening, she licked her lips as she thought of his cock slipping into her cunt as he held his body against those firm ripe ass cheeks. That would excite him he enjoyed fucking a woman's ass. Then she imagined it in her ass as her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm that shook her body to the core. Helen was rocking her head back and forth as George continued to thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Each thrust led to a thrust of the woman's wrist. Then both women cried out with a deep ululating moan that seemed to come from deep within them as they came strongly and deeply. Suddenly Alice's cunt was empty and it was such a shock. Helen also seemed dazed as hands helped the two women from the pool and led them to chairs. Alice felt a hand push her down so that she could hold the back of the chair and hands pulled open her legs so that her ass and cunt were easily accessible. She felt cream being squeezed between her ass cheeks and then fingers rubbing the cream into her ass hole. She loved being taken in the ass and she willed her hole to open up to let them take her there. Then she felt a tongue licking along the lips of her cunt and on her exposed clit. Yet before she could scream in ecstasy a cock was roughly thrust between her lips. This fleshy gag supplied by Robert stopped that short scream of pleasure and pain as George's cock drove deep into her bowel and began its pleasurable assault on her ass. As he always did he slowly spanked her ass as he thrust his cock in and out of her body. She felt that deeply satisfying orgasm that seemed to cum from her bowel instead of her cunt. As she came she knew that she was squirting cum into Helen's waiting mouth. Then Robert was feeding her some cum and as before she greedily swallowed her bitter drink. Behind her a sharp grunt told her that George had cum in her bowel and he pulled out of her. Then she was being embraced and her face was being kissed by all three of these loving people and they were whispering to her happy birthday. Crying with happiness she found herself humming an old Beatle's tune about loving her tomorrow when she turned sixty-four.