17 comments/ 255410 views/ 40 favorites A Darker Fantasy By: Sweetp4u Sara and Mike lived in a very remote part of the area, out in the middle of no where to be exact. He worked as an insurance salesman and she was a graveyard nurse at the local hospital. About five months ago a single guy named Bill moved into the ranch style house just down the road. It was the only house with in a good half a mile distance. Sara had taken over a welcoming basket, and welcomed him to the newest neighborhood. This whole area was under construction, new homes were being built and sold weekly. It was only a matter of time before this place became a suburb. From then on they had a nice friendly relationship with the single male. He had never been married and was just reaching his thirty-fifth birthday. Just a little over a year older than Sara, and two years younger than Mike. They were very close in age and liked a lot of the same things. He was even brave enough to come to Sara's son's birthday last month. For a guy who had never been around many children, he did pretty damned good entertaining while Sara dished up cake and ice cream. Mild flirting was in Sara's and Mike's nature, they didn't think anything about it, but Bill was very surprised by their blunt behaviors at times. It amused him once he got used to it, but time and time again his eyes were drawn to Mike's wife. She was a petite lady, thin in spite of the two boys, and stacked nicely. She had a heart shaped ass that begged to be bitten and breasts that begged to be fucked. Bill had a hard time keeping his eyes from her whenever he was around, Mike teased him on one occasion for staring at his wife. Bill mumbled something about just off in outer space to cover it up. They had picnics together, lunches, dinners, even went to the lake several times together. Mike and Bill became closer than brothers and inevitably Mike started sharing tid bits about his wife. Mike would joke and tease about his wife being a nympho and unsatisfiable all the time. And how he could never keep up with her. Bill would just wonder, but kept his silence. He was not one to ask a bunch of questions, and from the red in Sara's face he knew it was embarrassing for her. This is when it started, all of Bill's thoughts, and reading more and more into Sara's actions and flirtations. What she seen as harmless and fun was getting to him more and more. He began to fantasize about Sara and taking her while Mike was bound and forced to watch. Then it dwindled down to just him and Sara, no one else around so he could take his time savoring her in every way. A week passed before he had a day off in the middle of the week. Sara was currently off for the next two weeks and Mike was working as usual. He had come over to talk to Sara about borrowing their hedge trimmers when he over heard a conversation in the house. Standing before the screen door, he eavesdropped. "I think we need to work on our relationship a little Mike and explore some things." She was silent while she waited for Mike's response. "But we don't do anything any more that is exciting. Yes I know. I can't help that, take some time off. It isn't a lot to ask!" She paced in the kitchen he could see her frustrated look. "All I want is a little fun in our sex life, if that's what you can call this." Her biting remark to whatever Mike had said. "Alright, fine. Forget it, I'm going to go shower." She hung up a moment later and Bill hurried to knock on the screen. "Hello?" He called tentatively, unsure if she would blow a gasket at visitors right now. "Hi Bill, come on in." She was unaware he had heard the whole conversation. "I came by to see if I could borrow the hedgers?" "Sure go for it." She mumbled, lost in thought. "Alright, thanks." He paused at the door, "Anything I can do to help? You look a little, I don't know, upset?" "It's alright Bill, I just need a new sex toy." She chuckled and sighed heavily. He said nothing, mildly curious what she meant by that, but too reserved just now to ask. "Well, I'll see you later perhaps." "Take care Bill." She shut the door behind him and took her shower. That was just the other night, and tonight Mike had taken Sara out to eat somewhere, trying to make up for his rude behavior. This gave Bill an idea, a positively wicked idea. He walked up the road and knocked on the door. He knew the babysitter was a young girl, and would have to be leaving soon. So he would just go up and offer his services with the two boys so she could head home. There were no arguments over that, the babysitter had to be to school early for finals. Thanking Bill, she left for home. Bill put the boys to bed and cleaned up a little, glancing at the clock. Mike and Sara would be gone a little longer, giving him a chance to explore the house a little. See what was where and so on. He inspected the main floor and the rooms upstairs. Inspected the basement and their master bedroom. All was perfect, not even a handgun in the house. What he was thinking, he wasn't exactly sure just yet, but he had many ideas all revolving around Sara and fucking her senseless. He went in to use the bathroom, and in his search for a hand towel to dry off his hands, he found Sara's journal. He knew he shouldn't read it, but he just couldn't help himself. Opening the book he went to the last entry and read. A smile formed on his perfect mouth as he read her most private thoughts. The things she wanted stunned him, the fantasies alone made his cock hard. Setting the book back where he found it, he went back down stairs to wait. The hour it took for Mike and Sara to get home, he had a perfect plan formed inside his mind. He knew Mike's weakness for sporting events, and knew just how to get rid of Mike for the weekend. The playoffs were happening right now and Bill knew just how to get some tickets. Friday night, Mike and the boys packed up some over night stuff and called Bill to thank him once again for the tickets. Mike asked him to please keep an eye out on his house and more importantly his wife. Mike didn't like the thought of her home alone for the next twenty-four hours, but Bill assured him he was close if anything should happen. Hanging up the phone, he got ready. Sara was at work until midnight tonight, she would come home to a very interesting surprise. He showered and changed, gathering everything up he needed. Walking up the hill once the sun was set, he entered via the secret hidden key and made himself at home. Sara had a very lousy night at work, everything that could go wrong went wrong. So wrong in fact she wanted to quit and never return. Knowing that wasn't an option, she was grateful when she finally pulled up into her driveway. Climbing out, she paused next to the car and looked up at the very dark house. She knew Mike and the boys were gone for the night, but why didn't they leave on any lights? Cursing under her breath, she glanced down at Bill's house and seen only one light on inside. He must be in bed asleep by now, which meant she had to go in there and figure out why the house was so dark. Walking inside, she set down her house keys and let down her hair. Stubbing her toe on the end table made her swear out loud, "Fuck!" Mumbling as she felt around and finally found the switch. Nothing happened as she flicked it up and down a few times. "Just fucking great! God damned Power Company!" She knew her bill was paid, so this had to be an outage or a fuse. She bumped her way into the kitchen and hunted for the flashlight. Finally gripping it's round handle, she clicked it on. Aiming for the basement door, she walked over and opened it up. Glancing down the stairs, she gulped down the fear of going down there alone and started to descend. Step by step until she was safely on the concrete floor. She flashed the light around, making sure she was alone before heading over to the box. Yanking it open in her frustration she smashed her finger and swore again. This was just not her night! Nothing was going her way, and all she wanted to do was take a fucking bath! Checking all the fuses, she realized none were blown. It was a power outage. No, it couldn't be? Bill's house was lit up, he was on the same street she was. So what was going on? She headed upstairs to look at the pole outside her home. See if perhaps that's where the problem was. Coming up the stairs, the light began to dim in the flashlight. Shaking it, she cursed again. Her temper was climbing higher and higher with every little thing that was going on tonight. Setting down the now dead flashlight on the end table, she sat down to call the emergency number. Picking up her cordless, she put it to her ear and waited for the dial tone. She let out a long sigh when she realized something. Cordless phones needed power to work. Slamming down the phone on the receiver, she sat a moment rubbing her temples. She could feel a head ache coming on and fast. Rising from her chair, she would need some candles, she bumped into a solid form. Fear hit her first, then she tensed up. Her eyes rising, she could make out a dark tall form in a ski mask standing over her. She backed up a step shaking her head, "No, no this can't be happening!" He nodded and said nothing. She turned at the same time she screamed bloody murder, lunging for the door. Her heart pounding in her ears and throat, she franticly tried to open the door. Strong arms came around her and lifted her off of the floor. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Let go!" She screamed out again, fighting against him. Her small fists pummeling against his arm that held her in a vise like grip. She screamed again and again, crying out for someone to help her. Unsure if Bill could hear her this far away or not, she screamed again. Hoping beyond words he could hear something. A lamp by the door was kicked over by her flailing feet and he grunted with the effort to hold such a small woman. She had spirit, he would give her that. Whimpering and crying, he gave her a viscous shake, "Be still! You don't want me to hurt you do you?" He sounded so calm and sure of himself, it made her break out crying and cursing again. He squeezed her a moment, cutting off her air, hoping this would calm her some what. It didn't it just made her gasp for air and cry out again, only this time it sounded like a grunt. She felt so afraid her hands were cold, as were her feet. Her heart thumped in her chest, she was worried that for once in her life she might actually pass out. "Please, take what ever you w-want! J-just let me go." She pleaded in a defeated voice. "Whatever I want?" came his curious reply. "Yes, whatever you want, just let me live. I have children to take care of, please!" "Will you stop fighting me?" "Y-yes!" She swore vehemently He smirked at this promise, if she only knew what he wanted. "Alright, well I have to secure you, make sure I can escape." His voice was husky, deep. Barely heard through the ski mask he had over his face. She couldn't even see his hands, he had on gloves as well. She nodded her head, tears flowing down her cheeks. She would do anything to stay alive, even let him steal everything in this house. Survival was important to her, for her sons if nothing more. He set her down on her feet, careful to watch her movements. "Move upstairs, to your room. Don't try anything funny lady, I am armed." He growled at her as he pressed something hard and cold between her shoulder blades. Oh god! He has a gun! Her thoughts were petrified now, hoping and praying to whatever was listening to send Bill for her. Weak kneed, she climbed the stairs, she felt like she was going to throw up she was so scared. Her legs felt rubbery, like they would give under her weight any moment. She closed her eyes and prayed they wouldn't. She paused at her bedroom doorway and felt him nudge her with the gun once again. "Go on, get in there and lay down on the bed on your back. Fight, argue or pull any stunts and I will use force you wont like. Go it!?" She nodded again, moving quickly for fear of making him angrier. She felt a little anger that he would come and steal from this area instead of the richer neighborhoods. This was another shitty thing to add to her damned day. "Take off your shoes and stockings." He commanded in a soft tone. "W-What?" She stammered halting half way on the bed. "You heard me! Take off the shoes and stockings!" He barked out, cocking the gun in hand. She stared at the gun, stunned and frozen on the spot. The silence in the room was eerie, as if even breathing had stopped. "NOW!" She jumped and turned, landing on her ass on the huge king size bed. Reaching down, she complied. She took off her shoes in record time and managed to get the stockings removed as well. "That's better. Now lay down on your back Sara." She laid down, her panting loud as she feared the worse for making him yell. He came towards her and she locked her eyes on where she thought his were. "Please, just go." It escaped her notice he used her name, but not for long. He came up close enough to reach her, she twisted suddenly and kicked out. Connecting with his knee, she heard him grunt as she scrambled for the other side of the bed. A claw like hand reached out and grabbed her by her dress, yanking her roughly across the bed. Blankets and sheets came with her in her clutching hands. "That was not wise! Now you will get punished!" He growled at her. She screamed and kicked again, missing her mark. His hand came down with a hard smack, Whack! Right on her ass as she fought him. Crying out in pain, she grunted and fought, clawing her way across the bed. Both his hands gripped her now, yanking her and roughly throwing her over to her back. His hands held vise like on her ankles, he was breathing heavily through the mask. She whimpered, "ouch!" he held tightly. "I warned you dammit!" He wasted no time this time, he crawled over her on the bed, grabbing her wrists in his hands. He forcefully jerked her body up off the bed and repositioned her where he wanted her to lie. She cried out as his hands hurt her wrists, but did not dare fight anymore. He reached into this nap-sack around his waist and pulled out a set of handcuffs. Forcing her hands through the bars of the headboard, he secured her there. Panting with the effort it took to bring her down. He moved off of the bed. Crying silently, she felt his weight leave her and sighed with a little relief. Not through with her by a long shot, he moved to the foot of the bed, grabbing an ankle he secured one to one corner and then went for the other. "W-What are you d-doing?" She was confused, her hands were secured, why her feet? "This is so you will stop trying to kick me all the damned time!" She didn't fight, not understanding what and why just yet. He knew she didn't understand and he smirked. She would soon enough, he promised silently. He took her other ankle and secured it to the other corner. She was now spread eagle on the bed, and unable to go anywhere. "Alright! I am secured! Get what you want and get out of my house!" She was pissed off, and it was showing. "I'm not done yet, I can't have you screaming while I am busy searching for what I want, now can I?" Her eyes widened in fear, if he gagged her she couldn't cry for help. "No, please? Anything but that! I could strangle or, or die here or something! I promise to be quiet!" tears, fresh and branding ran down from the corners of her eyes. She was getting terrified again, the thought of suffocating was painting a nasty picture in her mind. She hated pleading with him, looking like a weak female with her tears. But she was helpless against his strength, she was only too aware of that. "Hush, It's alright. When I am done, I will remove the gag, I promise." It wasn't very comforting to her, but she couldn't really do anything to stop him now. Her lips trembled from her urge to cry harder, but she fought it back with all she could. He advanced on her, running his hand gently up her side before he sat down beside her. She still couldn't make out his face in the dark, and the mask hid everything from her. She wished she could take the mask off, give the police something to go on when they went looking for this prick! He reached into his sack again and came out with a roll of duct tape. Tearing off a strip he placed it over her mouth as her eyes stared widely up at the black face. "It's alright Sara, relax." He cooed to her, wishing she knew for a moment who this was. Perhaps then she would relax and enjoy. But this was her fantasy and he would give it to her, as she wanted it. Taking out the last thing she had mentioned wanting, the blindfold. Her eyes widened as she made pleading noises for him to not blind her with that. He paid no mind to her wants, but took the black material and pulled it over her eyes. Securing the back with bobby pins and tying it off, he knew she would be more afraid now than ever before. And he was right, the fear enveloped her and made her paralyzed. She did not want to be in the total black, it frightened her this way, if she had only known she would have never dreamed of this! Her heart leapt in her throat, he knew her name?! But how? She trembled harder, feeling cold all over and feeling like the world was crushing her chest and she could not breath. He bent down and whispered into her ear, "Shhhh, its alright Sara.." his hands began to stroke her one arm furthest from him, gently from elbow to shoulder and back down again. She felt the bed tip once more, he moved away from her. Sighing, she relaxed a little with relief, until she heard this clicking sound. What was that? Perhaps he left the bedroom? She could only pray this was so! He moved away from her, sitting in a near by chair, just watching her lay there. Her nurses uniform looked so innocent in its white perfection. It would be a shame to destroy it, but he could always buy her a replacement. But later, for now he had a plan on how to seduce her. He slowly stripped off his boots and socks, laying them neatly next to the chair. Then off came that confining mask that made his face it. He had taken the time earlier to shave his face carefully, the goatee gone, she would never know. Or would she? Would some small secret part of her know who he was once he touched her? He smiled, hoping so. Hoping that as she was climaxing she would know whom it was who took her thusly and there for gave her, her deepest fantasy. He stood up and pulled off his black T-shirt and then his silver chain. Setting the chain on the vanity, he laid his shirt over the back of the chair. He watched her writhe on the bed, knowing she could hear something, but not know exactly what it was. He felt his cock spring to life watching her moan and wiggle about, she would be doing more of that before the night was over. He slowly unbuttoned all five buttons on his jeans and pushed them off of his firm thighs, leaving his boxers in place. He could remove them later, once he was ready for more. He could hear her breathing, loudly and moaning softly. Her hands twisting in the cuffs, testing their strength. "That's it Sara, fight it, fight this. Make it believable." His thoughts, though he wished to speak them aloud, he couldn't. The mask was no longer muffling his voice, he couldn't speak to her for fear she would know too soon who it was. She lie there, hearing faint sounds, but not knowing if it was in the room with her or in the next. Since she heard nothing about her trying to get free, she assumed he wasn't in there with her. The blindfold made her shiver, she fought against the fear pulling her down into the dark pits. Instead she focused on trying to get her small hands out of these handcuffs. There was a chance, she had to believe that. Anything to keep her thinking instead of whimpering like the coward she was and laying there in a coma like state. She would keep her cool and control, and get out of this alive. One way or another, she would. A Darker Fantasy She felt the bed dip again and another sound. A faint clicking sound of something sliding into place. What was it? And why was he on the bed? She tried to bring her knees up to protect herself, but found she couldn't move them up enough to be of any use. Whimpering, she pressed her tongue against the sticky tape, trying to push it off of her mouth. This would enable her to call for help once again, if she could get her mouth free. Her wrists felt raw from tugging against the ungiving metal hoops, but she wouldn't give up! She couldn't! She jerked slightly when she felt her uniform front being lifted up off of her body. "What?!" She tried to ask but it came out as a muffled word he could not even begin to understand. But he had a thought of what she was asking. What was he doing? He smiled the anticipation of seeing her bared breasts turning him on. He was getting into this whole stranger/rape thing. One by one his pocketknife sliced off button after button, opening the front of her gown and revealing a very silky looking bra. He would have to guess she wore a C cup, but he would find out when he took it off. It did not matter, breasts were breasts. As long as it made her hot, he would toy with them and much, much more. Sensitive nipples, which would turn her on to be touched, would in turn make him excited as well. He just wanted to taste her, every inch of her. Why he lusted for another man's wife, he did not know. But he wanted this one unlike any he ever wanted before. Reverently, he cupped her breasts into his large hands and squeezed gently, kneading the flesh. She tensed under his hand, and held as still as a frightened rabbit. Her mind worked furiously! Why was he touching her? Why was he doing this to her? She wanted to rant and rave at the unfairness of it all! She felt her skin crawl at the thought this man, this stranger, was touching her where no one but her husband was allowed to touch. She whimpered, freezing in place, too afraid to move. He might think she likes it and wants more if she so much as breaths. "Now, now, don't be this way Sara. I know you like sex, I know you crave it." He worked to disguise his voice from her. Hoping it was working he continued in a husky whisper, "The only thing in this whole house I want." He paused, "Is you." He said it with such finality, she cried and squirmed, trying to throw him off of her. This was cruel and the worst way to treat a woman! And the sickest part was, she had secretly longed for this, wanted it. He chuckled at her obvious complaint to those words, but he would work extra hard to change her mind. He took his knife and cut the straps on her shoulders and the center between the cups. Pulling the bra off, he tossed it too, to the floor behind him. Her breasts bared he inhaled sharply, her nipples were larger than normal. Erect and standing in the air, "Looks like you are enjoying this Sara. Just do not wish to say so huh?" She shook her head in denial, adamantly trying to deny her mixed feelings. He chuckled again, his voice sending shivers down her body and nagging at her. He sounded so familiar, but not quite. Was he hiding his true voice from her? He bent down, his tongue barely grazing the skin as he circled and teased just around the outside edge of her nipple. She gasped for air, she had been holding it so long she was going light headed from lack of it. She squirmed again, groaning out what he was sure was another denial and complaint. She was fighting this tooth and nail, not that he minded in the least. It would make her fall that much harder and deeper. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold, willing herself not to respond. Not to want this man's touch nor welcome it. She wanted to be cold, heartless, unresponsive so he would leave her alone. She did not know what to think nor feel when he informed her he was here for her. What did he mean by that? Why her? She led a sheltered life, home and work were about all she did. When did he meet here and more importantly where? His mouth wrapped around her nipple suckling it into the heated cavern of his mouth. Unbidden came her response, though she tried to stop it. Her back arched up off of the bed, pressing her nipple further into his mouth. Hot saliva wash over her nipple before he suckled it off, drew back and blew gently over the tormented nub. She whimpered in her throat, shaking her head no, willing him to get up and leave her alone. Leave her and vanish before she gave in to him and betrayed her husband. Gone were all thoughts as he latched on again and suckled hungrily at her breast. The blood engorged tip tightening up and sending jolts to her now wet pussy. She cried out behind the tape, shaking and wiggling franticly to make him stop. All this did was increase the amount of suction he had on her, and make his tongue work harder on her nipple. Resigned she held still a moment, panting through her nostrils, trying to breath in enough air to slow her heart beat down some. He chuckled and moved to the other breast, flicking his tongue over the peak before devouring it in his heated mouth. He pulled up off of her nipple slowly, tugging her nipple with his lips. He let go once he had it tugged a bit and pulling away from her breast, giving it more blood. He withdrew a little and blew across this one as well. "You can fight me, or you can go with it, but eventually you will cave in Sara. Don't think, just feel. Enjoy what I am giving you." His seductive whisper reached her ears, and her body. She felt a twitching inside, she wanted it. Her walls were wet and her clit swelling little by little. She felt shamed for what he was able to make her feel, afraid that her desire was evident to this stranger as well. She flushed hotly from her thoughts, swallowing she tried not to think of the mortification she felt for being wet. She was beyond looking for a way out, there was none to be found. All she could do now was hold onto her dignity as long as possible and fight this building lust inside her. She could feel the wet heat of his tongue sliding erotically, slowly up and down her torso. Her legs shook a little and she could feel herself getting wetter and hotter for more. His mouth felt sinful, soft as well. He smiled to himself, her reactions were an indication she was getting into this now. He teased around her belly button, moving ever so slow down towards his goal. The musky scent of her reached his nostrils and he felt his mouth watering in anticipation. He knew she would taste as sweet as she looked, more so than he expected. He could hardly wait to feel her bucking against his mouth, filling it with her orgasms. Hearing her cry out in release, but fighting it as long as possible. He was rock hard, thankfully his boxers had enough room in there for him to adjust a little. All nine inches were hard and wanting in where his mouth was heading. She pulled at her bonds, wanting to be freed of the restraints and hurt him for awakening in her this desire. She growled low in her throat, her eyes narrowed behind the mask in anger as her skin tingled to life. Her stomach tensed under his questing tongue and all it did was add to the sensations washing over her. Her pussy was wet enough now, she could feel her panties sticking to her folds. He was succeeding in making her respond and she wanted to cry with the unfairness of it all! Then she wanted to grind against his face and demand he make her cum. "Where did that thought come from?" She thought. She did not know, but she was aching all over for a hard pounding. He placed his fingers over her mound and felt her heat through the damp lace separating them. He had to taste her, he hooked his fingers into the edge of the g string and pulled it down her thighs. Running his tongue along her hip as he slides, then down her inner thigh as he places a soft kiss on her knee. She whimpered again, arching a little, which only aided him in getting the g-string lower. Taking his knife, he cut each strap and slowly pulled it out from under her ass. She fought a moment, trying to press her knees together and stop his intentions. He chuckled and gripped her legs, forcing them back open and wedging his shoulders between them. He was now face to 'face' with her most private part. Her secrets revealed before him, her folds spread and bare. They trembled slightly as her body shook. He could see the moisture on her folds, and knew she was warming up a little at a time. She felt his breath flow softly over her bared center, giving her a slight chill. She knew she was wet, and now he knew it as well. Growling, she tried once again to close her thighs but couldn't. He groaned instead of chuckling at her, he was filled with desire for her. Lovingly he caressed her inner thighs with his knuckles, his head lowering closer and closer. At first he just inhaled deeply of her and exhaled over her once again. She tensed under him, holding still and more than likely she was fighting it. He did not mind so much, his need too great now to care if she fought him. She would cave in, she wanted this as much as he did. He had read it in her journal and seen it in her mannerisms many times. Without warning he pushed his hands under her ass to cup each cheek and lifted her in his strong arms. Resting them on his spread elbows, her pussy now even with his mouth. Instead of diving in, he ran his nose up and down her slit lightly, no pressing inward just yet. She gave a jolting bark under her gag and bucked a little. He waited until she settled down before repeating the action, this time with his lips. She moaned as if in pain and her hands fisted, gripping the bars of the headboard. She inhaled sharply, her pussy creaming for the feel of his tongue. She couldn't help but adulate in his hands, grinding a little more urgently against him. He parted his lips, his tongue moving down lower. He pressed his tongue against her ass and wiggled a moment. He could tell from her tensed up body and groan she had never felt that before. She relaxed like melted butter in his hands and pushed slightly towards him. His eyes closed as he slowly brought his tongue up, over her ass, up the little space between and then over her folds. Barely touching, he slid further up until he hit her sensitive button. She cried out again and began breathing erratically, moaning behind her gag as her muscles tensed in her arms and legs. Her heels dug into the bed as she attempted to get some control back. He moved back down, this time pressing his tongue millimeter at a time in and out of her opening, shoving his tongue up inside her pussy. His tongue met some very tasty warm cream, her pussy juice was heavenly. Lapping at it like a mad man, he lapped and lapped until her folds spread wide and her hips were bucking on his face. She couldn't stop herself, nor could she stop him either. She could only go with it or die on the spot, for surely not giving into this intense heat would have killed her. Crying out, she let out a lusty groan and bucked into his face when he stopped. He looked up at her face, sweat pouring from her temples, her hair matted around her head and her arms were straining to hold the headboard as she rode his face. A mewling complaint actually came from her once he stopped. Urgent to make her cum, he went back down, thrusting wildly in and out, tongue fucking her pussy as fast as he could. His face was covered with her cream, he could feel it dripping down off of his chin and coating his fingers. The juices ran down her asshole and every now and then his fingers would get slippery from it. He was groaning into her pussy as he lapped, panting as well from his own excitement. It was building now, her hips moved in jerkish movements. Her inner thighs trembling from their tenseness and her heels dug into the bed. A sure sign she was close, he could hardly wait. He set her back down on the bed, removing his hands from under her ass cheeks. He wanted more access to her now that she was freely fucking his face. She cried out, wanting that damned gag off of her face so she could draw in air and tell him what she wanted! She couldn't take this much longer, but he wasn't giving her enough to push her over that edge, instead he was teasing her, brining her higher and higher and then slowing down again. Her lips felt dry and her heart hammered harder in her chest. Her clit was throbbing as was her inner walls, so she was so close to orgasming, if he would just help! One hand went for her breasts, kneading and massaging before finding her hard bud and pinching it slightly. She cried out harder behind the gag from the new stimulation. His mouth moved up and over her clit, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue rapidly over the nub. Gently with his lips he began to give her 'head'. Making a soft pocket with his lips, he moved his head up and down on her, stroking now and then with the tip of his tongue. He kept rolling the nipple as he slid one finger up her slit, coating it with all of her juices he could. Once he was sure it was lubricated enough he slid it home, deep up inside her with on movement, wiggling it back and forth against that ridge inside. She bucked fiercely against his hand, humping for all she was worth. Panting harshly she moaned longer and louder, he let go of her clit to look up at her face. The pleasure written there was heart stopping and intense. God he had to have her! Without worrying about what she might say, he reached up from her breast and tore off the tape. She cried out instantly, "Eat me you bastard!" Not caring about the sting from the tape. She rode up and down, even though he wasn't on her clit any longer, his single digit still danced inside her. He grabbed her nipple again and dove for her clit. Suckling it into his mouth, he add another finger inside. She cried out, groaning, "More! Fuck me harder!" her lusty growl sent shivers down his spine and he complied with her. Thrusting faster and harder in and out of her tightening walls. She bucked harder, making the bed shake with the force of her movements until all the sudden everything was calm. Her legs locked up, her hips stopped their frantic movements. He didn't dare stop to watch her lovely face contort, instead kept up what he was doing, slipping a pinkie down to her anus and thrusting just barely inside. She let out a wild scream that shook the walls and was music to his ears. "OOOOOOOOOH FUCK! I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!" Mewling and stuck as if frozen, her wet juices poured with a wild burst from deep inside. He moved his mouth down, covering her pussy and suckling and flicking wildly with his tongue. Hot spurt and spurt shot out and into his mouth, greedily she ate her and drank from her. Her legs locked around his head, holding him in place with their vise like grip as she rode out the waves. Suddenly she started thrusting again, riding out his tongue as the last was subsiding. He pulled back and watched her thrash on the bed, fucking the air with her lust for more. She was unaware of this, all she did was feel the intense rush come over her. She didn't even feel him leave the bed. He got up and stripped off his boxers, his cock so hard he thought he might cum on himself just from her one orgasm. He quickly rejoined her on the bed, moving up her body. He brushed his against hers as he got up even with her face. His cock head brushed against her parted wet folds and he rolled his hips a little. Wanting more friction, as much as she wanted more. He wet pussy juice lips met hers and she for the first time tasted her self on him. Not thinking, she kissed him back in her wild lust. Their tongues meeting and dancing as he lined up and thrust against her. She panted against his face, moaning out as he butted again and again. She broke away, "Please! Fuck me!" He couldn't deny her, he wanted it as well. Reaching down between them, he lined himself up and slowly pressed inwards. His buttocks tensing as he pressed in a bit at a time. She was tight for having two kids, damned tight. "Oh god!" Came her grunted reply to his entry. He wasn't even all the way in and she was gasping for air. His hips lifted and sank, his cock making head way a little at a time. He did not want to hurt her, but damn it he wanted inside! He clenched his jaw with the effort it took to go slowly for her. She whimpered out, "It's too big! Ooh my goooooood!" Her voice, a sweet melody to his ears. He smiled, though she couldn't see it, he kept going. She spread as far as she could go, and lifted up and down in time with his thrusts. She was climbing again as he thick cock plunged in and out. Hitting deeper and filling more than any before him. He leaned back on his knees, his hands roughly taking her hips as he angled her as he wanted. This allowed deeper harder thrusting, what they both needed. He was close to losing it and she was clenching him like a soft velvety fist. "Oh god baby! I'm going to cum deep inside your pussy! Cum for me." He moaned out, his eyes watching her tits bounce and sway hard from his thrusts. "CUM dammit!" He commanded again, again from her own words, she wanted to be told what to do. She cried out, pleading, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!" The words she had never used before tumbled from her lips, it was sinful but it felt good to spew them. "Tell me what you want Sara?" he pleaded for the words he longed to hear. "Tell me what you need baby…" His urgent words hit her, making her shiver. She didn't care the consequences any more, She cried out, "You! I want you! Cum inside me, feed my pussy!" His fingers dug deeply into her skin, his thrusts now frantic and hard hitting. The steady slapping of skin echoing in the room as both grunted and panted in animalistic ways. She tensed up, "oh god! I'm gonna…." She stopped there, her word cum coming out as a long cried out exclamation. He lost it when her muscles inside clamped down hard on his cock, trying to suck him into her womb, not wanting to let him out. His cry was deep and hoarse, "FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Saraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" He came deep inside her pussy, filling her with his hot seed. Spurt after spurt hit against or even into her womb as he thrust one last time, buried to the hilt inside her. She writhed on his cock, dancing and grinding as hard as she could as her pussy spasmed around him, hot juices once again shooting out to coat his cock, balls and pelvis. "Oh yes baby! That's it! Cum all over me, give me that sweet cum Sara!" he commanded her as she bucked and twitched. It was hot watching her, witnessing the flushed and sweaty skin quiver. He caused this, he gave her something she had been wanting for a long time. He glanced up and could see the tears falling down her cheeks from behind the blindfold. "Are you alright Sara?" She nodded, unable to form words for her mouth was tingling. She ran her tongue along the roof of her mouth and smiled faintly. This was hot, damned hot. She wasn't sure if she should be afraid or not. "Bill?" She paused, that voice? Could it be him? He tensed above her, sliding out quickly and grabbing his clothes. Saying nothing, he hurried to gather everything he could that was his. Taking the keys to the cuffs, he placed him in her hand, kissed her deeply and vanished out the way he came in. It couldn't have been? Was it? She groped around until she got the key into the hole and unlocked one of her hands. Working she got the other freed and then sat up. The bed was soaked with their combined juices, her body as mass of quivers and tingles. Glancing around she seen nothing, her eyes sight not adjusted just yet. Her lights came on and she jumped, fearful suddenly Mike was home. Quickly she moved to her feet, taking off the cuffs from each ankle and grabbing her robe. She glanced out the door, seeing no one and hearing nothing. A Darker Fantasy Turning back to her vanity table, she caught the glitter of something silver. Walking over to the chair, her rubbery knees giving out as she tried to sit, she came down hard on the seat. Groaning from the pleasures the impact caused to her pussy, she picked it up. His dog tags, "W.McKord." Unsure what to think, for she knew they weren't there earlier, she sat in stunned silence. "Bill?" She questioned softly, her mind working over the events in her mind, the things he had done and how he took nothing in return more than sex. Perhaps another time then Billy, her mind thought. We shall see who got the better of whom.