5 comments/ 303625 views/ 9 favorites A Complete Surprise By: Debbie He was waiting for her when she got home. The house had been in complete darkness. The alarm system had failed her so many times recently and she had forgotten to complain to the security company. With her working long hours at the nursing home she never seemed to remember. She walked into the kitchen, swearing as the outside sensor light had not activated itself. Things had been harder since Nick had moved out. He had looked after all the house maintenance and everything had worked like clockwork till he left her for that slut Sandy. Sandy, her closest friend till she had discovered the pleasures of Nick's fantastic prick and the tongue he gave. Stacey's pussy tightened and contracted just thinking of how well Nick's tongue fitted into her pussy and satisfied her. Again and again and again. No other man had made her scream and beg and moan till she came against his mouth and tongue as he had. And what a bonus that he had such a big dick too, his girth was so large that she found it a stretch to fit him into her mouth, and she thought to herself, he knew exactly what to do with that huge prick to make her cum so quickly and satisfy her more than once. Stacey felt a little damp thinking of how many times she'd had multiple orgasms with Nick. It had been hard enough to see as it was without a working streetlight as well. Stacey had fiddled with the key till she managed to get it into the lock. She turned the handle and opened the door expecting Honey to be immediately entertaining herself around her legs. Stacey wondered as she went to turn on the kitchen light where Honey was. She was always there, waiting by the door, when Stacey came home from her shift's at the nursing home. "Honey? Puss? Puss? Where are you puss puss?" Stacey crooned to her cat. No meow was the answer. Stacey thought Honey was in a mood, she was late tonight, damn the last minute hold ups. She had an ex-husband who was annoyed at her as well as her cat. Nick had thought that when he had left her for Sandy that he could just come back and see her whenever he wanted. Cheating bastard. Not likely. He could go to hell. Screwing around on her was bad enough but did it have to be with a friend of hers? And as for Sandy, she would never cross her doorstep again. Stacey had confided many times over cups of coffee about Nick's and her amazing sex experiences, never dreaming that Sandy secretly wished to taste these pleasures for herself. When Stacey thought of how close she and Sandy had been it made her madder still. They had even talked about their fantasies. Things that they had not spoken to anyone else about. There had even been that time that Stacey and her had been so drunk that they had climbed into bed together while Nick was on a business trip. Taking all their clothes off they had reached for each other, giggling from the effects of too much alcohol. Their inhibitions all gone. Sandy had kissed her first and Stacey had responded immediately. The kiss had been so arousing. Sandy's sweet breath upon her face, before her lips tenderly kissed her. They had so easily progressed, kissing one another, touching, feeling and intimately stroking. Nuzzling, caressing breasts, sucking on nipples, it seemed so natural. Becoming braver Stacey had stroked Sandy's wet pussy lips, teasing a little before plunging her fingers into the depths of Sandy's warm, tight, welcoming pussy. Sandy had groaned and moaned, trying to force Stacey's fingers further inside her. Stacey could feel the vaginal muscles clenching her finger, knowing that Sandy was close to release but was still surprised when Sandy's cum juices, warm against her hand, ran down her arm. She withdrew and gave a little moan of joyous surprise when Sandy reached for her. Finding and teasing her clit, flicking, gently rubbing the little hard nub till she felt she could not hold back much longer. Sandy stopped and the feeling eased a little but Stacey ached, wanting to cum, to feel the orgasmic relief that her body ached for. Sandy kissed Stacey, easing lower, nibbling , slowly licking and sucking on her nipples. When Sandy's tongue scraped across her inflamed pussy lips she almost instantly came but held herself back hoping for more. Stacey wanted penetration. Sandy slipped one finger into Stacey's wet tight pussy, slowly moving it in circles, then in and out so slow, stopping when Stacey began to buck her hips. Waiting till Stacey calmed a little and then easing another finger inside her, thrusting harder, faster this time till Stacey came . They then took turns pleasuring each other with their fingers, tongues and mouths. Kissing, stroking, licking, thrusting.. Again and again they had both ended up cumming in such amazing climaxes till they slumped, exhausted, falling asleep in each other's arms. Stacey threw her keys onto the kitchen countertop. She was dying for a pee so she raced into the bathroom, and quickly pulled her panties down, sighing as she relieved herself. Stacey finished her toilet. And passing the bathroom mirror, stopped and looked at herself. What she saw in the full length mirror pleased her. She was 28 and with a careful diet and strenuous exercise she had maintaining her very trim waist. There was no sign of slackening tummy muscles at all. She looked great. A slender, pretty, young woman and the fact that she had big breasts just accentuated her thin waist. Stacey loved the push up bras she always wore and was never seen without her breasts held proudly up. The uniform was a little drab but it was still obvious that Stacey was slender and sexy. She pouted at herself in the mirror and laughed at the image. Nick was a fool to have left her. So many of his mates had made passes at her. She had laughed them off. But now she wished she had returned their advances. It was times like this, late at night, on her own that Stacey missed Nick the most. Stacey went to the fridge. Honey might ignore her but she couldn't do that about her food. She opened the fridge and was grabbed from behind. She gave a muffled scream and the rough hand held against her mouth got even tighter. The more she struggled the more the assailant tightened his hold. At first she panicked and tried to get away. The panic alarm was useless even if she could get to the button which was under the kitchen countertop near the sink. It wouldn't work if the alarm wasn't. She tried to calm herself. She might have surprised him as he was burgling the place. If she stopped fighting he might relax his hold and just blindfold her and leave her while he finished looting the place. She slumped, letting all the fight slip away, hoping she was right about what he would do next. Her assailant did not loosen his grip, he dragged her to the kitchen table and she saw him grab a chair. Forcing her down onto it, very roughly. Stacey looked up, the man is dressed completely in dark clothing. He wore sunglasses and a balaclava on his face. He pulled some thin cord out of his pocket, touching his gloved finger to his lips. Silence he requested from her. Stacey began to cry. The man has come prepared. He must mean to do more than steal her things. Stacey tried to leap from the chair and rush past him but he was too fast and strong for her. She could feel his muscles through the jersey he wore. He obviously worked out. He effortlessly scooped her up and placed her back in the chair. Taking the thin cord he tied her hands and feet in front of her. Stacey wondered why he was not tying her to the chair. She whimpered as he took a scarf out of his pocket. "No, please, no." She begged. He took no notice and blindfolded her, adjusting the scarf to ensure she could not see at all. She heard the noise of a zip being undone and was terrified at what he might be going to do next. Stacey felt him close, he touched her face and then placed something against her lips, it felt like material. He was gagging her as well now. She felt his hands touching her. His hands under her uniform, stroking the inside of her thigh, slowly going higher. Stacey shut her thighs firmly to stop him going further. She wriggled to move away from his exploring hands. He forced her legs open, spread far, slapping her on the leg. Stacey flinched at this treatment. The more she moved the rougher he was. Stacey moaned in pain at his rough treatment, he pinched her tender flesh. She kept still and her captor returned to being gentle. She understood now and sat very still. He removed his hands and she heard his footsteps fading as he walked away. Stacey tried desperately to loosen her hands, straining against the cord. She heard low voices as the footsteps returned, but she could hear more, someone with squeaking shoes. There was more than one! He had returned with an accomplice. Stacey began to cry. God, what had she done to deserve this? Stacey was so scared. The footsteps closer now. The voices quiet. Stacey sobbed. Then there were hands on her head and on her feet. What were they doing now? The hands picked her up and were carrying her. Where to? Oh my god she realised, as she heard their footsteps cross the gravel driveway, they're taking me away from the house. She struggled harder knowing she was now fighting for her life. Not caring that she felt her uniform creep up her thighs exposing her panty clad bottom to the night air. She must get loose! The hands held her tight. But she fought them, till she felt a small sharp stinging sensation in her upper thigh. She felt herself drifting, being shifted from the car and laid on a bed, her hands and feet tied spread-eagled to the bed. What had she been given? Everything seemed so dream like. She felt her blindfold being removed and then the gag. She fell back into semiconscious. Vaguely aware occasionally of someone taking her clothes off, unable to even protest. Blinking, it was dark, where was she now? As her eyes focused and adjusted to the dark she saw that she is in a small room. She lifted her head, trying to get a better look at her surroundings. Only the moonlight came through the uncurtained window allowing her to see dimly. Stacey saw that she still had her bra and skimpy knickers on. She prayed that they had not interfered with her as she had lain drugged. She heard footsteps and quickly closed her eyes. The door opened, whoever it was quickly checked her restraints and left again. Why had they brought her here? Was she a sex slave or did they intend to party with her and dump her body somewhere when finished with her? Stacey heard movement from the corner of the room and realised that someone was sitting there, staring at her. Peering into the gloom, Stacey said, "Who are you?" The figure did not answer but moved to her side. Sitting on the bed beside her. Stacey could not see the person clearly, they leaned closer and Stacey realised the person was wearing a mask. The mask of a grinning devil. Stacey could smell that this person was masculine, his scent strong, mixed with a definite male aftershave. He leaned so close that she felt his breath on her face. He kissed her full on the lips, she turned her head but he made her turn her head back and forced her to kiss him. She thought about biting him as he probed her mouth with his rough tongue. He tasted of mouthwash. The door opened again and the other person entered. Nearing the bed Stacey could tell by the silhouette that it was a woman. Definite female curves. The male figure stood up and left the room. The woman came towards the bed. She smelt of expensive perfume. She reached for Stacey, touching her intimately. So forward as to stroke her mons through her sheer panties. Stacey tried to move, but could not. She was trapped by the bonds that tied her to the bed. The woman slipped her fingers under the elastic of Stacy's panties, easing her fingers under the material. Stacey groaned, moving her hips, hoping to discourage the woman's fingers from their exploring quest. The woman used this movement to her advantage and stroked Stacey's pussy. Stacey whimpered, she could not move enough to stop this woman from touching her. The woman continued her exploration. Stacey could hear the woman's breathing change, she was excited by the contact. Stacey's back hurt from fighting against her restraints. She was forced to relax to stop the pain from being excruciating. Just at the moment of Stacey relaxing the woman slipped her finger inside Stacey. She gasped in response to the woman's finger inside her pussy. To Be Continued ... * * * * * Send feedback to hurry the writer along if you want the conclusion of this story!! A Complete Surprise Ch. 2 Stacey squirmed as the woman's finger moved inside her. Stacey pulled hard on the cords tying her to the bed. Twisting her feet and body. She must get free, try to get away to survive. It was exhausting, the cords were tight and rubbed on her wrists and ankles. Stacey paused, realising that she wasn't going to get free. She tried again to pull away, using all her strength, but all she was doing was moving the woman's finger in and out of her pussy more. The harder she fought to move away the more the woman moved her finger, stroking her inside thrusting her finger deeper into her tight pussy. Stacey strained against her bonds and lifted her head to see if she could see the woman. It was too dark to see anything more than a shadowy outline. "Please" Stacey said, "let me go." The woman did not respond to her plea. Stacey whimpered, she was helpless. Stacey lay back, aching all over from fighting to get free. The woman continued her exploration of Stacey's pussy which was beginning to become a little damp. She did not want to become excited by this act but could not help herself. The woman took her finger out of her and for a second Stacy was hopeful she was leaving till she felt the woman's warm hands on her hips. She started pulling Stacey's panties down, she tried to clench her thighs together but the woman was stronger than Stacey. She pulled the panties down Stacey's legs, to her ankles. Stacey felt the woman's hand on her inner thigh, stroking her, going higher, across her taut stomach, moving slowly, a very light touch. The woman's hand stopped on her breast gently kneading her breast, flicking her nipple through the material of her bra. Stacey felt her nipple tingling, becoming stiff. The woman sat beside her and Stacey could see her a little more clearly. The woman's face was covered by a mask too, it was a cat's face, her hair was tucked into a ponytail. But Stacey could not tell what colour it was The woman leaned across her, undoing the clasp of her bra at the front revealing Stacey's white firm breasts. The woman moved close to Stacey, lowering her head, kissing her nipple. Stacey stiffened as the woman's warm lips and tongue sucked and licked her nipple. Stacey felt the cold air on her nipple as the woman stopped sucking and took her mouth away. The woman sat up, rose and shifted her position to further down the bed. Stroking Stacey again, with her fingertips brushing against her inner thigh, Stacey made no move to stop the woman. Lightly she caressed Stacey's thigh, growing bolder and stroking higher. Reaching towards Stacey's moist pussy. Then woman touched her pussy, stroking her inner folds, teasing her with her fingers, touching her so gently Stacey gave a low moan as the woman's finger brushed against her clit. She was very moist now, aroused by the woman's touch. Stacey strained against her restraints but this time she was trying to urge the woman into placing her fingers inside her, to ease the feeling she had, to reach an orgasm. Just then the door swung open again. The woman did not stop touching Stacey, seeming unconcerned that someone had entered the room. Stacey heard footsteps as the person neared the bed. She looked up, the man had returned, Stacey became frightened again. She didn't want him to touch her. "No, no please let me go." The man placed the blindfold on her again. She could feel the woman's fingers on her pussy, slick with her juices. Stacey tried to turn her head from side to side to dislodge the blindfold and see what was happening but she was unable. She felt rough hands on her skin. The man's hands on her breasts, stroking her nipples, tweaking them. Stacey whimpered, was he going to force himself on her? The woman was stroking Stacey's outer pussy lips, sliding her fingers along well lubricated pussy. Slipping two fingers inside her, Stacey moaned, her body betraying her with it's needs. Even though she was repulsed by the man's hands on her body, she was excited by the woman's fingers slipping inside her tight welcoming pussy. Stacey arched her back as the woman forced her fingers deep inside her. Stacey felt the man's rough hands on her leg. She tried to move again, but was unable to draw her body away from his touch. The woman continued fingering her. She was reaching a peak, waves of tingly ecstasy running thru her body. Just as she was about to cum she felt his hands on her pussy, searching, finding her clit and rubbing it gently in his fingertips. Stacey whimpered, "God no." Frightened at first but quickly becoming even more excited by the thought of two people playing with her pussy. Her arousal heightened by the sensual, erotic feelings she was now experiencing. She knew she should be frightened by these strangers touching her but it felt so good. "God, god, oh god." Stacey couldn't hold back any longer and came against both her captors fingers. Stacey felt the hands leave her body, she heard little noises. a zip being undone, a sounds like a light switch. She turned her head, trying to catch more clearly what the man and woman were doing. Kissing sounds? The woman giggling as the man whispered something to her. Stacey felt the bed go down a little as someone sat on it, and then another movement. They were both on the bed with her now. Suddenly the hands were back. His still rough, a little cool, hers small and warm, soft on her skin. Stacey moaned as their hands roamed all over her body, liking it when his rough hands, stroked her tender nipples, tweaking them, pinching her, nipping at her with his teeth, he was a little rough but it felt good. The woman's hands touching her, a light feathery teasing touch. Their hands all over body. Stacey opened her spread-eagled legs as wide as she could, pushing against her restraints. Inviting them to touch her, stroke her. Cumming again when they did. Stacey panicked a little when she felt something very warm, the tip slightly moist on her thigh. He had his prick laying on her thigh. Stacey started to breathe very fast, a little scared, would he force her or was he intending to entice her? He was using his prick to stroke her body, she relaxed, sensing that he was not going to force her or he would have done by now. He rubbed his rigid prick on her stiff nipples. Rubbing the shaft across them, leaving a little trail to show his excitement. The woman's hands still caressed her, seeming to follow in his path. Her mouth and hands licking and stroking where he had been. Stacey writhed in arousal, her body on fire with desire, wanting to be screwed and enjoying the thought that she did not know who these strangers were. Slowly he moved lower, rubbing his hard prick on her inner thigh, tantalising her. Moving his dick closer to her pussy brushing the head against her opening, sliding it up between her lips, brushing across her clit, lubricating the head of his prick with her juices. Stacey felt him enter her. He was huge, stretching her wide, filling her tight pussy with his throbbing prick. Stacey almost screamed as he forced his large prick further into her velvety midst. The feeling of him inside her, so tight, throbbing, thrusting in and out of her, filling her completely. Stacey felt a familiarity in his prick. She knew who this was! God it was Nick, the bastard! He had planned this all. Sandy must have told him about her fantasy. And now they were fulfilling it. Stacey was a little angry about the whole charade but was so excited by what they had been doing with each other that she wanted the experience to continue. To explore each other's bodies and to come again. Stacey stopped thinking feeling her highly aroused body responding to the familiar strokes Nick used. God he was so good, he knew just when to slow a little, to tease and heighten the feelings he created in her. The way he withdrew his prick to rub it on her clit, making her juices flow freely, lubricating her pussy, making it so much easier to slide his large prick in and out of her. She was going to cum again. "Oh, god, oh god, yes, yes Nick,.yes YES YES " Stacey bucked her hips wildly, feeling one amazing ripple after another till she orgasmed. Nick continued pumping and thrusting his stiff dick in her pussy. He leaned towards Stacey and removed her blindfold. Stacey could see now, blinking at the light above her, shining into her eyes. Then he removed his mask, smiling at Stacey. "Couldn't fool you much longer, babe!" Nick turned his head towards Sandy. Enjoying watching Sandy sucking on Stacey's full tits and fingering herself. Sandy stiffened, Nick knew she was ready to come. He pulled out of Stacey knowing that she had come and forced Sandy on to the bed beside Stacey, pulling off her mask and throwing it to the floor. Sandy smiled as she saw Nick's hard prick, covered in Stacey's juices. Nick reached over Sandy and untied Stacy's hands. Raising herself to a sitting position Sandy raised her head and took him in her mouth. Nick closes his eyes as Sandy's small mouth encircled his prick. Enjoying the feeling of his prick in her warm enveloping mouth, feeling her sucking hard on his stiff dick. Almost cumming instantly till he felt a warm hand tighten on the base of his dick. "Not yet, Nick." said Stacey."I want more." Nick looked at Stacey, she had untied the cords around her ankles. She was so aroused again that she was panting. "You can watch me with Sandy first." Stacey kissed Sandy on the mouth, showering kisses on her lovely naked body and teasing her with her fingertips. Nick stood and watched, his stiff prick dribbling a little at the show before him. Idly he stroked himself pretending it was the girls. Sandy responded to Stacey returning her caresses and taking the lead made Stacey get onto her hands and knees. Sandy kissed, licked and sucked on Stacey's pussy. Stacey squirmed and moaned, pushing herself backward against Sandy's willing tongue, her tongue was almost as good as Nick's, probing, thrusting searching out her clit. Nick moved back on to the bed, placing a finger inside Stacy, then two. She rocking back and forth on Nick's fingers as she neared orgasm. Sandy continued licking and sucking on Stacey's clit as Nick moved his finger inside her. Fingering her fast and hard, the way she liked it. She screamed out as she came. Nick pushed Sandy out of the way and thrust his prick into Stacey. She squealed at the intrusion. Nick thrust himself deep into her. Forcing his prick as far as it would go in her tight pussy. "God, Stacey your are so fucking tight." He rammed his prick into her, thrusting hard and fast. Stacey began to sob, "Oh yes Nick again, harder, harder, god, yes, oh god oh god yes." As Stacey climaxed on his prick Nick knew he could not hold back much longer. He pulled himself out just as Stacey finished quivering from her orgasm. "Sandy get here." Sandy moved quickly, doing Nick's bidding. He sat on the edge of the bed and Sandy climbed onto his lap. Lowering herself quickly onto his fully erect prick and immediately starting to rock up and down. Holding her as close as possible Nick thrust up into her grunting as he did. Stacey watched, fingering herself, thrilling her body as Nick and Sandy screwed in front of her. Sandy sped up the pace and Nick followed, matching her rhythm. Nick put his hands on Sandy's slender waist and lifted her a little as she squeezed her pussy muscles on his prick. Lifting her till her pussy just held the tip of his prick and pulling her down on his rock hard prick. "Christ!" Nick swore. Nick felt the urge building, the pressure rising in his balls. Sandy rode his prick, slow on the up stroke and fast on the down, prolonging her own climax. Nick exploded inside of her just as Sandy in mid orgasm screamed again. Nick lay back, taking Sandy with him. Stacey crawled beside them, stroking and carressing Nick and Sandy. When both became aware of Stacey they pulled her close. "Happy darlings?" Nick asked them. "Oh yes Nick" Sandy answered. "Maybe." said Stacey, smiling. She was already planning how to play out Sandy's fantasy! But would Nick co operate? How would he take not being in control? Stacey drifted to sleep, exhausted, thinking, imagining how she could manipulate Nick into the situation of being submissive, dominated by two woman, forced to do their bidding. Sandy, playing out her fantasy, being the dominant and Stacey her willing assistant. She would enlist Sandy in her plan, a great way to get the upper hand back on Nick for the way he had treated her. She had enjoyed herself immensely, but she couldn't let him think he was the boss.