2 comments/ 40983 views/ 9 favorites Waiting to be Used By: Gareth77 The blindfold was tied tight. This prevented her from opening her eyes much less see anything. She tried to move her hands, but it was useless. Her bra had previously been removed and used to bind her wrists to the side of the large wooden bed frame. Taking a moment to assess her situation, she found herself lying / kneeling on her front, across the width of the bed. Her shapely ass was crudely presented upwards, a number of pillows having been placed under her stomach. Her lower body, despite remaining at least partially dressed, felt completely exposed. She recounted her choice of lingerie for the evening: matching black lace g-string and black stockings held up with a sexy black lace-up garter belt. She still wore her black stiletto shoes. Her upper body was naked, although her laying on her front prevented her breasts from being revealed. She was completely vulnerable, aware that she had absolutely no control of the situation in which she found herself. She sensed someone enter the room, which she recalled to be a large, high ceilinged, wooden floored room with no other furniture apart from the large bed set in its centre. The windows were also large, concealed by thin white curtains. Her heartbeat increased rapidly as the footsteps slowly approached the bed and stopped in front of her. She held her breath, waiting for her guest to move or speak. Her body tightened with anticipation. Nothing... Finally she exhaled, which seemed to signal for the guest to move. Her heartbeat increased further as her guest began to walk again. The blindfold disoriented her, but she thought she could track the guest's movements. The footsteps moved softly around the bed. She turned her head, but soon realised there was little point, being unable to see. The mattress suddenly moved, as the guest put their weight on it. She gasped, startled by the unexpected shift in her weight. Again there was a pause. Nothing happened for a moment. She relaxed, hearing her guest breathing behind her. Her guest moved closer to her. She felt the guest's warm breath against the back of her thighs. She bit her bottom lip, expecting contact any second, but unsure how, or where on her body. Finally it came, as the guest placed their hand firmly onto the rear of her left thigh. The hand rested briefly, before moving upwards... and inwards. The guest's touch was not rough, but not gentle either. She gasped again as the guest's hand moved between her legs, stroking the inside of her thigh, the guest's forefinger moving against her panties. The guest briefly continued their stroking, rubbing her pussy through her panties. She found herself instantly becoming wet as the stranger paid more attention to her cunt, turning their hand to rub the moistening panties with their middle finger. She found herself moving her legs apart, giving her guest greater access to work. The stranger worked her pussy lips apart, rubbing the gusset of the now wet panties into her hole. She moaned slightly, beginning to move her hips in time with the guests hand movements. The guest's hand reached further under her body, the middle finger now rubbing against her clit as she ground her pussy against the heel of the strangers' palm. As quickly as it had begun, the guest removed their hand. She began to protest, having had the pleasure she was experiencing suddenly taken away. The guest stood up, getting off the bed. Her breathing was heavy, and her heart was pounding, disorienting her further. Unaware that her guest had moved in front of her, her head was sharply pulled up, the guest tugging her hair. She opened he mouth to yelp, but choked as the head of the strangers thick cock was quickly forced into her open mouth. She initially couldn't breathe, the bulbous head of the strangers member filling her throat. Gagging, she closed her eyes and began to struggle. The cock was sharply withdrawn, long enough for her to take a deep breath. Again the thick meat was thrust into her gasping mouth, forcing as much into her mouth as would go. After this process had been repeated a few times, she regained her composure enough to begin sucking the head of the hard dick as it was thrust into her mouth. The guest settled into a rhythm and she was able to breathe in between the cock's invasion of her throat. She moaned around the thick shaft in her mouth, gobbling as much of it as she could into her throat, tasting the guest's salty precum. The guest quickened the pace of his thrusting, fucking her mouth with shorter strokes. She used her tongue to lick his shaft, coating the thick hard cock with saliva, which began to dribble down her chin. The deep throat-fuck had turned into a sloppy affair, the stranger fucking quickly inside her mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft, wanting to taste him. Suddenly he pulled out, leaving her gasping for breath. She panted, the residue from his cock covering her chin. Moments later she felt the bed move to her rear. The guest was now knelt behind her. A hand was pulling her ass cheeks apart as the guest jerked his cock between them. She felt the rapid movement of the man's hand as he wanked, feeling the wet tip of his cock rub occasionally against her ass cheek. She thrusted her ass back, eager for the stranger to enter her pussy, but it was obviously not what was planned for her. The guest was breathing very rapidly when he groaned and shot his load over her panty-covered asshole. His eruption of spunk was boiling against her skin as he fired rope after rope of creamy cum all over her ass and pussy. She cried out, moaning with anguish that the spunk had not been delivered into one of her orifices, so desperate was she to take the strangers load. She breathed heavily and continued to moan as the generous helping of cum ran down her ass, over her pussy soaking into her already wet panties. The stranger paused to rub his cock head over the cum-covered gusset of her g-string, then used his fingers and the tip of his member to scoop the sticky cum into her panties, covering the fabric inside and out with the hot sticky creamy mess. The stranger, now spent, moved off the bed. Leaving her with saliva and precum covering her face and cum soiling her panties, she heard his footsteps walking away and out of the room. To be continued... Waiting to Be Used She had received his text at 5:05. It was 5:11 and she was still staring at it. She had been waiting for this all day. He was on his way home; he was on his way home to her. She finally woke-up from the daze she was in and did what she always did when she received this text: put on her collar and stripped. She was so used to this routine by now that simply lifting the collar from its hook made her start to get wet. She unfastened the strap and placed the collar around her neck, tightening it just right. Her mind was already focusing on the last time she had it on: his hands, his breath, his voice. He was always in her head; he had complete control over her mind, and body for that matter. She already felt the wet spot in her panties growing. She needed to be used again and again. She needed to feel his hands slide down her thighs, grope her breasts, and spread her ass. She needed to feel his power over her body. Now she started to strip down, down to nothing but her bare skin. She only did wear a bra and panties around the apartment anyhow, but strip she must none the less. Sometimes he liked to keep the underwear on if he was feeling cruel, but he had not said anything today, luckily for her. Today he was to come home to her naked, collared, and ready to be used however he pleased. She unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall, and threw it by the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror that stood across the bedroom wall. This was her life: she was a fuck toy. She used to be disgusted with herself for wanting to be used by men, but now she embraced the idea; she embraced her urges. She went back to stripping herself. She slipped off her panties, already slightly damp, and threw them by her discarded bra. She laid herself on the bed. She traced the contours of her stomach to her thighs and then let a hand rest on her vagina. She pulled at her nipples with her other hand to make them nice and hard for him. She let her hand merely rest on her vagina for a time, letting her mind wander, feeling her cheeks get hot. She then started spreading herself. She felt it. She felt exposed and vulnerable. She loved it. Her whole body was getting hot. She really needed him. She needed to hear his strong and powerful knock on the door. She started to run her fingers from her labia into her vagina, getting her fingers properly wet. She closed her eyes and thought of him breathing on her thighs as he was about to tease her with his tongue, that feeling as her licked her, a feeling like no other. Her toes curled. She thought of his eyes, piercing her, never faltering. She thought of his hands as they kept hold of her thighs, keeping them wide open so he could have full access to her. She felt his breath so hot on her vagina, his tongue pushing her labia aside and pressing on her clit, running over it again and again. Her head was spinning. She started rubbing herself more quickly. She was rubbing her clit with two of her fingers and penetrating herself with two others. She was so damn wet. It was not the same though. She wanted his cock inside her. She needed to feel him thrusting into her. The bed was getting damp around her inner-thighs as she played with herself. She was moaning ever so slightly. She kept touching herself; she kept herself on the edge. She grabbed at her breast with her hand and toyed with her nipple. She needed to feel like a toy, not a human. She craved his touch. Her breathing hitched as her fingers continued to rub her clit, she needed release. She arched her back as she continued to rub herself. She was almost there. She stopped. She needed to wait. Her clit ached. Her vagina needed to be filled. She started again. She ran her fingers in between her labia, bringing the wetness from her vagina to her clit. She then put three fingers inside herself. She moaned loudly. She needed cock. She wanted to be held down and fucked. She started moaning more loudly as she fingered herself and pulled at her collar. She heard it. She finally heard it: the powerful rap on the door. He was home and ready to use her. Waiting to Be Used Pt. 02 It was 4:26. He was bored. This job was not always this dull, but this week had been particularly slow and in his boredom his mind tended to wander. He was waiting to review the analysis report for one of the firm consultants. This was an irritating portion of his job, but it was his job and he had to do it. He ran his hands through his hair and leaned back; it was almost time he thought. He could go home and relax. Though, his version of relaxation was probably different from that of his colleagues. Some enjoyed going home to a home-cooked dinner, some a cold beer at the local bar; he, on the other-hand, enjoyed playing with his toy. He drummed his fingers on his desk. He looked at his phone again, 4:31. He was starting to get frustrated. The report was supposed to have been given to him at 4:15. His mind went elsewhere. All day he had been thinking of her lying on the apartment bed. He thought of her skin: pale, soft, smooth, and slightly freckled. He wanted to devour it. He recalled this morning when he awoke to her beside him, still asleep. Her back was turned to him and he had full view of her back down to her ass. He drew her closer, into her proper place as little spoon, and started laying kisses against her back. He moved his hand to her thigh. She was just waking now. He kept peppering her back with his lips; starting to lick her ever-so-slightly. He started to run his finger tips from her hip to her thigh. He loved how she just laid there waiting for his command. He moved his mouth up to her ear and just breathed, while his cock pressed into the small of her back. His hand moved around to the back of her thigh. Her breath hitched and she quietly moaned. He could feel how hard he was getting and knew she felt it as well. He kept rubbing himself on her and kept massaging the back of her thigh, inching closer to the lips of her vagina as he went. She then inched her ass closer to him, being so very impatient. He smiled and whispered into her ear a single word, "Wait." She responded immediately and stopped moving herself. He thrived on the control she gave him. He inched his hands closer to her vagina, brushing the lips. She moaned again, loudly this time. He smiled again and kept brushing his fingertips over her crotch. He would sometimes move his hand as if it were about to touch her vagina but simply pass over it instead. She responded so very well to teasing in his eyes, her slight frustration really aroused him. After a few minutes of this she was soaked and moaning with each passing feel. He could feel his fingers soaked with her wetness and he loved the feeling so very much. At this point his own precum and gone through his boxers. He started pushing himself against her harder. He then spread the lips of her vagina and just held his fingers there. He then heard her whimper, "Please?" and then asked, "What would you like?" He loved hearing her expressing her desires. She then quietly said, "Please put your dick inside me." He smiled and responded once more with a single word, "Wait." He slide down and turned her on her belly, her ass right before his face. He spread her legs and started to lick her thighs as she quivered. She was soaking the bed. Her saw her vagina dripping onto the bed. He needed that. He grabbed her ass and spread her. She moaned loudly as he did it. He then put his entire mouth over her vagina and started to penetrate her with his tongue. He then started to circle her clit with his tongue, alternating his tongue between her vagina and clit. He loved this taste and smell: her. She was loudly moaning and he could tell she was on the edge. He stopped and merely breathed in the smell. She whimpered loudly in frustration. He then slapped her vagina and she moaned in pleasure. He just kept her ass spread for a while as he looked down from his kneeling position behind her. She kept whimpering slightly, hoping he would enter her. He stroked himself as he put his thumb inside her vagina. She started pumping her hips, fucking his thumb. He let it go. He loved seeing her attempt to get off from such things. Her need to be fucked aroused him so very much. He took out his thumb finally and slapped her pussy again, causing her to emit a load and pleased moan yet again. He then took his dick, came closer to her ass, and put it between her crotch and the bed. He knew this would torture her. He then sprawled himself over her back and methodically pumped his cock against her vagina. She started whimpering loudly once more, a sound he never tired of. He breathed into her ear and took his dick and rubbed it against her clit. She grinded on him; pressing her clit against his cock. He could tell she was losing what little control she had left. He loved it. He then pulled back, licked the entire length of her vagina up to her asshole, and plunged three of his fingers into her pussy. She moaned in surprise, frustration, and pleasure all at once. He rhythmically pumped his fingers into her and played with her asshole using his thumb. She was utterly drenched and he could hear and feel that as he fucked her with his fingers. She was arching her back and moving her hips, ready for release. She meekly asked, "Sir, could you please put your cock in my wet pussy?" He simply said, "Tonight." She moaned loudly in frustration and gripped at the bed as she continued to be fucked with nothing but his three fingers. He held her left thigh down with his free hand. He then sped up. He loved hearing her moaning, especially when it was in conjunction with him putting pressure on her asshole. She was dripping steadily now and he decided to let her finish. She had been a good fuck toy this morning. He said the words, "You may finish." This was followed with her groaning in utter delight. He kept up the pace for a little longer until he felt her gush and saw her legs shake and then slowed a bit as she came. This is what he lived for. He loved seeing her pleasure. He loved using her for his own pleasure. He may not have released himself, but this was better than that could ever be. He was not able to see her face, but he knew exactly what it looked like: mouth open, eyes closed, and a look of great relief. He playfully caressed her ass and told her, "I shall properly fuck you tonight." She simply said, "Yes please sir." He flipped her over and kissed her on the mouth so very deeply as her wrapped his strong arms around her tiny figure. He pressed himself against her. She was his. He then released her and stared into her eyes. "I love you," he said. She smiled broadly and said, "I love you." That was a wonderful morning. Now was irritating beyond reason. He checked his phone again, 4:52. This was enough. He had things to attend to. He emailed the consultant in question. They instantly emailed him back, apologizing, and saying they were on their way. He was not pleased. His secretary came in with the report. The consultant in question was apparently not going to show their face it seemed. She asked him what he was up to this weekend while leaning much more forward than necessary to give him the damned report. She was not his type. He had exactly what he wanted waiting for him at home. She simply did not take a hint. He had blatantly ignored her before this, and yet, she still attempted such things with him. She was wearing a bright pink bra today, the usual one for Fridays. He simply said he was going out of town and then asked her to close the door when she left. He was in a hurry. He looked over the whole report, fixed errors regarding the cost predictions, and gathered his things. He put on his jacket, grabbed his briefcase, and then finally exited his office; laying the report on his secretary's desk as he proceeded to leave the building. "I hope you enjoy your night sir," she called. He breezed past her and thought to himself, "Oh, I will." It was 5:05. He sent his pet a text telling her to be ready, he was on his way to her. He was tired and frustrated and needed her. He needed to feel her skin, her warmth. He needed to devour her. He sped home. He was not waiting any longer for this. He thought of her collared and at the ready for him. He could feel the leather in his hand as he thought of pulling her towards him. She was easily moved. He was going to press her against the wall, get down on his knees and eat her out until she was dripping down her thighs to the floor. He could not wait to hear her moaning as he explored her vagina with his tongue and teased her tight little asshole with his fingers. He needed this. He could feel his pants getting tighter as he imagined the feeling of her vagina as he smashed his cock in her over and over again. He loved pulling her collar as he had her against the wall, hearing her moan with each thrust. He could feel her ass slap against him as he slammed his dick into her. He was going thirty over the speed limit at this point, this was nothing new though. He always did this when it came to getting to her, getting home. She was his toy. She was, but he took care of his toys and loved them like nothing else. He loved her. He climbed the stairs and came upon his door way. He was ready for this and knew she was ready to. He knocked. It was time to use her.