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My Ultimate Fantasy

By: Hansarde



I lead you across into the bedroom and sit you on the bed. Kneeling before you I firmly take your left foot in my hand and remove your shoe. I look up at you and smile. You smile back but I can tell you are nervous. Something in the way I touch you tells you that I have something very special planned tonight.

Your mind begins to replay the past events that came from beginnings like this. Some very sweet and sincere, some very sensual and erotic. The anticipation is building and I haven't even taken your socks off yet. That thought brings you back to reality. You look down at me and reach out to run your fingers through my hair. Short brown strands fall through your fingers. You can never remember a man's hair being so soft. You love playing in it. You laugh at yourself because of how I seem to make the simplest things a turn on. It has always been that way though. You have never needed anything fancy or extravagant. Just my touch and my smile. They seem to tell you how much I want you, hunger for you, care about you, need you. They are sweet and innocent and incredibly erotic at the same time. You wonder how I pull this off and then as usual decide you would rather not know because it might ruin the image.

I am standing before you know. My palms flat on your shoulders run down your arms and to your hands. I take your fingertips in mine and lift them about your head. This is something strange. Never have I been so gentle and commanding at the same time. Never have you felt my body this tense, my touch this alive. My hands slide down your side tracing out the curves of your breasts. Your nipples harden in anticipation even though I do not come near touching them. My fingers slip underneath the fabric of your shirt and slide back up your body. The bottom of your shirt is caught and bunches against my knuckles dragging up your body with my hands. My touch leave a trail of fire and my normally comforting voice is not present to quench it. In silence I pull your shirt over your head.

I lean in close to reach around behind you. My hands sliding across your back make you want me to lay you down and massage you. The smell of my cologne makes you want to kiss my neck. Something tells you not to move though. 

"Just let it happen." you tell yourself.

With a move like I am snapping my fingers your bra comes undone. I run my hands up your back and slide it down off your shoulders. Your breast now hang free. I stop and stare for just a second. For the first time since our first time you feel uncomfortable in my gaze. I quickly notice this and begin moving again. Now it is my hand reaching out to you. It is soft and warm and firm as it cups your right breast. Both hands now take a shoulder, I turn you and lay you across my bed.

My hands skip down to your waist and slide across your stomach to your belt buckle. Suddenly my touch grows a little stronger as I undo it and the buttons of your jeans. My hands slide along the inside of your jeans and to your hips. Your body automatically rises off my bed as I pull them down over your butt and across your hips. Down your thighs and calves and your legs are free. Your jeans are pushed off the bed and fall to the floor. You don't even notice until I stand up that your little flowered panties have gone with them.

I stand over you staring. My eyes sweep across your body and in their intensity you can almost feel a real touch from them. Reaching for a shelf in the night stand I bring out some rope. You smile for a second and almost start to laugh. Something in my face shows no play, I am serious and you are almost scared. You trust me though. You have trust that I have never hurt you and I never will. My only wish has always been to bring you happiness and pleasure. You know I trust you and that I trust you to give yourself to me so that I may accomplish all of that. It is not a question of control. More a question of the strength it takes to give yourself like that.

I lift your right arm back above your head and loosely wrap a few loops of rope around it. I pull out the knife I always carry cut the rope and then tie it to my headboard. While I am doing the same to your left hand you realize that this isn't the way it should happen. You could easily get free of the strands holding you to my bed and I know that. Again reaching underneath the night stand I take out a roll of duct tape. The hollow ripping noise echoes in your ears as I pull and cut small squares from it. As I cut it off I put each piece somewhere on your body. I wrap a piece around your earlobe and another is placed on your neck behind your jaw. A large, long piece on your across your shoulder blade and a small one where your neck disappears into your chest. Two more small squares over your nipples and one on your rib cage. A length of about an inch covers where your hipbone come to the surface right above your thigh while a smaller one falls on the inside of your thigh. Last of all a gently place one over your clit, careful not to actually touch it myself.

You search my face for an answer but I turn and walk out the bedroom door. The sticky light switch to the bathroom clicks and light falls out across the hallway. Water running, you can my hand splash in it then it run free again for a moment. A cabinet door opens and shuts and then my hands in the water again. I come back in carrying a washcloth. I drape it over your eyes and across your mouth. For a split second you start to panic and take a deep breath to yell at me and tell me to stop. My touch is there though reassuring you. My fingers running through your hair, strong and comforting. You relax and let yourself sink back into the mattress. With your sight and sense of smell gone your hearing and nerve endings come alive. The washcloth is hot and because it is the only direct stimuli your body knows, your entire body goes flush with it. Your ears strain for every sound. Your skin is alive and tingling with phantom touches.

"I left your feet untied for a reason" I say. You are startled that I am finally talking to you but still don't dare say a word.

"It is so you may move to however is comfortable and then when we begin you can squirm as much as you like."

"When we begin?" you think. "What possibly more could there be?"

"Whatever you do they, don't let the washcloth fall off." You can tell by my tone I am serious.

"If it does we have to start over." I pause. "From the beginning"

You can sense me lean over your body and hear my breathing draw closer. You can feel my hot breath roll over the edge of the tape and spill over your body. You are becoming so aware of so many wonderful things you have never noticed before. You can hear my tongue slide between my lips and feel the tape move. I am licking and sucking on your earlobe just like I normally would, the same as I always have before. Something clicks in your mind and you realize my intentions. I am torturing you, making you want me worse than even the first time we were together. I told you someday that I would make you cum without ever touching you. Today is the day I am going to do it.

My lips pass just about your skin to the spot right behind your jaw. I kiss it so tenderly that you can barely feel it through the tape. Your mind searches deep into our past trying to find memories of what it felt like to have me do that. I sink my teeth into your shoulder, very careful not to touch anything but the tape. The memories aren't enough. Not enough to satisfy you. I pull away and slide down your body. A kiss on the piece right at the bottom of your neck and then it is gone. You feel me hovering over your breasts. Can see me admiring them like I always do. As they stand up you can feel the tape being pulled away from your skin because they are so hard. I start to suck on them but it is only the adhesive on the tape you feel. You need my touch but it isn't there.

Your mind looks for the sensations it expects to be but cannot find them. You start to drift off into some part of your mind that you rarely use anymore. Every emotion I have given you has always been so real that you didn't need to fantasize. Now you needed something. You needed more than I was giving you. The way I am teasing you is pushing you past the point of what you can control. You don't dare give in though, you could not let it end here. From your deepest desires, wildest fantasies and fondest memories, something starts to grow. Somehow the slight bit of sensation you feel me giving you starts to grow. Somewhere in between the fantasy of your mind and the reality of your body they meet. Something inside you explodes. Ever wish you have ever had of how to be touched and made love to seems to be happening all at once. You realize this is what it means to be alive. That thought seems to be choked away as you feel the coming of your first orgasm. All your thoughts seem to drown in the rush of emotions and sensations. I am still on your breasts and you are about to cum.

"NOT YET!" your mind screams. It screams loud enough to be heard over the flood and your mind begins to focus. You want to enjoy this for as long as possible. You want to savor all of this. My lips are no longer against the tape on your breast. Your body searches itself hoping to find me pressed against itself somewhere. You catch up with me sliding further down and leaning to your side. You can somehow sense me lean in towards the tape over your ribs. You can feel me lick it and you giggle and start to squirm. It tickles just the same as if the tape wasn't there even though you don't actually feel the touch. The washcloth starts to slide to one side and you freeze. Your tongue slips from between your lips and moves the washcloth back to its original position.

Your attention having been distracted I bring you back to my world by my lips pressing against your hip. The part of your hip right above the leg where bone comes to the surface. With my touch your legs unconsciously spread and you bring your ass up off my bed. My mouth hovers just above your skin and slides down your hip and your legs. The warmth of my breath suddenly vanishes as it falls on the tape there on your inner thigh. I kiss and I suck on it and I can smell your scent as you grow even wetter. I can tell be the way your muscles tense that you are fighting the urge to move so that you end up in my face. I move to the piece of tape covering your clit and you moan. It is the first real sound you have let escape from your mouth and it turns me on so much to know that I am finally getting to you. 

My tongue laps at the tape just the same as I would if it wasn't there. Your lips and everything it is attached to move in one uniform motion. No distinct sensation but enough to drive you wild. Your continue to grow hotter and wetter and know that there is no way that tape can stay on much longer. You think of yourself being so wet that it can't stay on and me working to lick up every last drop of you. That and the memories of the orgasms my tongue has always brought you finally sets you on fire. Your entire body aches as the orgasm takes over your senses. The tape is soaked and falls off. I pull every piece of tape off of you as I slide back up your body. I lift the washcloth from your face and look into your widened eyes.

"Are you ready to begin?"

My Ultimate Fantasy



I'm with a new acquaintance I've just made and there is an obvious sexual tension between us. I turn away for some reason or am just not paying attention when he suddenly slams me against a wall and starts making out with me violently. One of his hands is grabbing my tightly around the waist while the other is wound in my hair. His lips move from my mouth to my neck, sucking and biting, leaving huge dark marks. He grabs my shirt and pulls it off, his hands eagerly kneading my breasts. 

I take his shirt off, slowly inching my hands up every inch of his torso. He reaches down, grabs the back of my thighs, and lifts me (with my legs wrapped around his waist) and carries me to the nearest flat surface. He yanks off my pants and panties, spreads my legs and starts rubbing my clit. He kisses me, my hands pulling his hair to keep his lips on mine. I arch my body into his, feeling our hot skin rub against each other, while his fingers slide down to my slit and into my soaking wet pussy and he begins finger fucking me roughly. His free hand yanks my bra down and he starts sucking and biting my breasts. I moan and arch my pelvis into the fingers that are fucking my pussy so good. 

He pulls his fingers out and pulls his pants off, pulling me upright to meet his rock hard cock. I eagerly wrap my mouth around it, sliding his length as far into my mouth as it can go and then slowly pull it back out while my tongue swirls and licks around his shaft. I start sucking lightly on his tip, flicking it with my tongue before taking him as far into my mouth as I can. His hands wind themselves in my hair and he starts fucking my mouth slowly. I wriggle my tongue around his shaft as he thrusts in and out. He then drags me up to my feet by my hair and shoves me against the wall, facing away from him. He presses his body against mine, pushing me closer into the cold wall. He grips my neck and starts biting and sucking my earlobes. 

I can feel his hard cock jutting into my backside and I lean back into it, needing it inside me. He takes it and slides it down to the opening of my pussy and shoves it in hard and deep, my wet pussy pulsating around it. He fucks me rough, fast, and deep while the hand that was on my neck slides down my body and starts rubbing my clit. He slams in and out of me, ramming me into the wall with each thrust. His other hand grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back so that he can reach and bite my neck. He continues to fuck me hard and deep, yanking my hair, rubbing my clit furiously, and biting my neck. He's panting hard into my ear while I'm moaning and squealing with each thrust. he pulls out, turns me around, and kisses me while his hands roam up my body to my breasts. 

I run my hand up his chest and push him down onto the nearest seat and kneel between his legs. I take hold of his cock and slowly lick my own juices off it, lingering a little longer on the head before taking him deep into my mouth, lapping at his shaft as I draw it back out. I climb on top of him and hold his cock just under the opening of my pussy. I tease him, sliding just the tip in quickly then pulling it out again, until he gets so anxious that he grabs my hips and slams me down on his cock. 

I ride him fast and hard, up and down, swiveling my hips as he guides my movement. I grip his shoulders to steady myself as he lifts my hips slightly and begins ramming his cock up into me. I pull his mouth to mine and moan as his slick shaft pounds deep into me. His arm loops around my back as he gets up from the seat, his cock still buried deep in me, and we fall to the floor. The ground is cold on my back, but his body is hot as it grinds into mine. He sits up, one hand gripping my hips and pulling him harder into me as he thrusts harder and faster. He finally pulls out as his hot cum shoots onto my stomach and up onto my chest. 

We're both breathing heavily and my pussy pulses gently as the last of his load empties onto my body.



My Ultimate Fantasy Fulfilled



My Ultimate Fantasy Fulfilled.

I star in a gang bang.

"Welcome to your fantasy," Ken said as, holding my hand, he led me down the stairs to the basement which was set up us a relaxation room and gym. 

I had only been in there once when Ken had shown my round the house on my initial visit. He and I tended to have sex in one of the small bedrooms on the top floor of the four storey Georgian house. "Hot air rises," he explained joking about how cold it was in his house in Camden Town. Occasionally, we would do it in the main bedroom, which Ken had shared with his wife before they parted, but that was only on warmer nights.

The basement had a pool table, dart board, a fruit machine and juke box. There was a running machine, a few weights and other gym paraphernalia. In the middle of the room there was a training mat. That was about eight feet square and was raised off the floor by about eight inches forming a small stage. The room was dimly lit, with two spots that were beamed onto 'the stage.'

I was wearing the shorty, dressing gown I had started bringing with me to ward off the chill after we had made love. It was red silk, with a tie round the waist, had no buttons and the hem was mid-thigh. I was naked underneath it. I hadn't bothered being too careful about how it covered me as Ken, also in a dressing gown, led me down the stairs to the basement. Hence, as I walked the skirt part flapped open showing my inner thighs almost to my crotch and the lapels gaped showing most of both of my breasts. 

I had been a little surprised when, sometime after we had had sex, Ken had said.

"I have a little surprise for you, come with me."

"What's this Ken?" I gasped when I entered the basement. 

Seeing the five men there, all naked apart from towels wrapped round their waists, I knew immediately what he meant by that phrase. 

"Welcome to your fantasy."

It had been the third or fourth time we had slept together when we discussed our fantasies. Feeling wonderfully mellow after my third orgasm and very close to Ken who had been marvellously attentive to my needs, I had opened up a little more than I usually did with my lovers.

"Like lots of women I think," I had said when he asked about my sexual aspirations, "I feel an odd attraction to forced sex."

"What rape?"

"Yes sort of, I suppose. But then that's not an aspiration, I'm not sure I really want to do it or be raped, it's more a mind or emotional thing than a physical desire, if you get what I mean," I explained. I had expanded on that by telling him of another fantasy "Which I never expect to fulfil, is a gang bang with five or six blokes and me."

"Who are they? I can't," I said in a panicky voice looking at the men as I grabbed Ken's arms.

"Just some friends, you'll never need to see them again. An advantage of amateur dramatics I guess," he said, mentioning how we had met turning and rather scarily, but highly significantly locking the door.

"Ken you can't."

"Oh yes I can I and I am, aren't I?" He said finding the tie at my waist and pulling it undone. 

I grabbed the silk robe just about managing to stop it billowing open.

I looked round at the other men. Their ages varied. One looked to be in his early twenties or late teens and one seemed to be in his late forties or fifties with the others all looking to be around forty, just a little younger than me. Three were white, one black and another looked to be from India or Pakistan. They all had reasonable physiques, I noted thankfully, as I realised I was starting to accept this amazing situation.

"I didn't mean it Ken, I told you I never expected it to happen, I am not sure I want it to."

"Oh I, I think you do," Ken said taking hold of the collar of the robe and pulling it along my shoulders and down my back a little way.

"No stop."

"Come on show them that lovely body of yours," Ken went on tugging at the robe, which I refused to surrender.

"No Ken, no I can't" I whined back, worried like hell at how fast my heart was beating, but also at the prospect of exposing my body to them. I was overweight at the time having topped one hundred and forty pounds for the first time. As usual the weight had gone to where it does with many women my 'tits 'n ass' so I was sporting a pair of double Ds.

"You can. Look how much they are all looking forward to it," Ken was saying as he pulled me round to look at the guys standing round three sides of the training mat. As I stared at them, they all undid their towels and let them fall to the floor. Even in my distressed and surprised state, I could not help gasping when I saw the five erect and semi-erect cocks. Most of the guys let their fingers stroke their erections.

"Nice?"

"Ken, no," I moaned, beginning to realise that there was no way out of this. I turned back to face him. "Look Ken I can't, I really cannot do this."

He smiled, leaned forward and kissed me. "I think you can, I think really you want to and, most importantly I think you will."

I hadn't heard anything, but suddenly I was grabbed by the wrists and my arms were pulled behind me making me let go of the robe. It ballooned open showing everything, just as Ken turned me to face the others.

"Oh yes."

"Wow baby."

"Way to go."

Were some of the comments that greeted my nudity? 

Ken and the black guy edged me towards the mat, I had stopped struggling, it was clearly pointless. The robe vanished and I stood naked for a moment or two confronting the five equally naked guys. As if on cue, they moved forward, they surrounded me in the middle of the mat. They all started touching me, stroking and caressing me; my back, my arms, my face, my hair and my legs. They pressed themselves against me, two, three four and five erections on my legs, my thighs my bottom and my stomach. Five cocks pressed against me and ten hands wandering over my body. I was being caressed everywhere; on my legs, my tummy, my chest, my bum, my breasts and my stomach. 

I had, obviously never experienced anything like this before, and, I had to admit, it was amazing. I was going dizzy with the sheer intensity of so much male sexuality. My wrist was grabbed and my hand was pressed against a cock, as another slid between the cheeks of my bum and yet another pressed right against my pubic mound and up my tummy. I was now groaning and sighing as each new experience hit me and as each new set of sensations washed over me. I was turned round and pulled forward and backwards, all the time though feeling male flesh or hands and fingers on me.

Three cocks pressed against me and one in each hand.

Cocks against both cheeks of my bum and my pubes as two mouths licked and chewed my breasts.

Hands rubbing, caressing and squeezing my buttocks, my thighs, my breasts and my nipples.

Fingers pinching and stroking my nipples, my pussy lips and between the cheeks of my bum.

It was happening. I didn't think it would. I had felt that this was just too outrageous and my major feeling would be fear, but it wasn't. Far from it. I was feeling other sensations, but mostly I was getting a massive buzz.

My resistance was waning. My inhibitions were lessening and my worry and concern barriers were coming down.

I opened my mouth and allowed a tongue past my lips. I felt myself stroking a cock and leaning back to make my tits more easily available to the Indian or Pakistani guy's mouth. My legs opened and I grunted as one guy from behind and another from the front slid their fingersright up my worryingly, wet cunt. 

I was gone now. 

Both I and Ken knew that and the others guessed it as Ken took his robe off and joined them on the mat. I and he kissed as I gratifyingly, but rather surprisingly, felt his full erection, that was so unlike him just an hour or so after sex.

The guys seemed to be as aroused as me and appeared to be itching to take this further. One of the older white guys had his arms around me, his hands holding my breasts as he wiggled his cock between my legs from behind. Falling back against him my legs opened a little. The young guy moved in and, holding his cock and bending his knees he wiggled the tip of it right against my lips. Our eyes caught.

"Ok?" He mouthed.

I nodded and then had the glorious sensation of his young, hard, very sturdy cock surging up my pussy. At the same time the guy from behind was pushing his cock against the back end of my lips but was beaten to gaining entry by the young buck who had started fucking me. As he did, the others were pawing and licking me, feeling my tits and bum and giving me sensations everywhere. 

I felt as if I was floating. I didn't have to support myself, they did that, so I could just let my body go. Leaning back against one guy with the young one buried in me, I was holding cocks in both hands; it was incredible. Everywhere, every part of me and all my immediate surroundings were filled with sex. It was as though everything was sex, that there was nothing other than sex, that sex was all.

The young guy was quick, but then in such circumstances that wasn't surprising. He didn't actually make me cum, but then not one specific thing was likely to do that. It was the whole adventure which had taken me right up to that crest of orgasmic delight and had kept me there. I stayed there during that first fuck, as the young guy slid out and as the guy from behind immediately replaced him. I remained right up there as he shagged me from behind and as two guys, the black one and one of the white, forty somethings licked, sucked and chewed my tits and the others ran their hands all over me as I held and rubbed their cocks. 

Things were speeding up, becoming more complicated and hard to follow. I hardly knew where my body ended and theirs began and other than by skin colourings, had no idea who was doing what to me.

The guy shagging me from behind finished and another took his place. He lay down on the mat, on his back pulling me with him. I was sitting on his cock facing away from him, my knees drawn up just like a jockey on a racehorse. The others, apart from the two who had just cum, crowded round. One pulled my face to one side and holding his cock almost horizontally offered it to me. I raised my eyes and met his, he nodded, smiled and raised an eyebrow enquiringly. I smiled back, licked my lips and, still holding his gaze slowly, opened my mouth. As his cock slid into me the black guy crouched in front of me, his feet either side of the guy whose cock was up me from behind. He slid his cock between my tits, but naked and unsupported as they were; my cleavage was far too wide to create any pressure. Ken solved that by leaning forward, kissing me on my cheek, his face brushing against the cock that was fucking my mouth and pushing my tits together round the sturdy black cock.

It went on and on. I had no idea how many times I was fucked, how many times I was made to cum, how many cocks I held and how many I had in my mouth. Time lost as much meaning to me as any degree of restraint or inhibition did. Both simply ceased to exist as cock followed cock into my ever willing, or so it seemed, cunt.

The 'party' ended with me on my back in the middle of the mat holding my tits and pinching my nipples as those who had anything left stood or knelt round me masturbating and shooting over my body. 

I walked from the basement to cheers, applause and load of shouted 'thanks ' with my tits, chest, stomach, thighs and face stained with the drying residue of the five actors cum.

Ken told me after that I was in fact only fucked five times and that he had explained to the guys that my bum was 'off limits.' I had been half pleased, but very surprised during the orgy that none of the guys had tried for anal as most blokes nowadays seemed to want that, particularly in a gang bang like theirs. I was pretty sure that if one of them had tried I would have gone along with it, for the idea of being fucked there, in my pussy and mouth and between my tits as I wanked two other cocks all at the same time, was, really, the ultimate fulfilment of my gang bang fantasy. I was also slightly regretted not having had two cocks up my pussy at the same time, but then 'hey' I rationalised, 'a girl can't have everything in one go can I?'