4 comments/  50967 views/  22 favorites

A Stranger

By: maxex5452



My roommate was out and I didn't have work. I loved it already. I slept in late, and walked around the house half naked. I breathed a sigh of bliss as I walked around the kitchen getting ready to do dishes when I heard a knock at my door. I rolled my eyes as I thought of not getting it, but then thought better of it.

I looked down at myself to make sure I was decent enough. I wore a sports bra with a pair of old boxer shorts. In my mind I thought it was good enough to answer the damn door. I walked down the hallway, as I swiped my long brown hair away from my face. Once I got to the door, the person on the other side knocked again very loudly. I opened the door and saw a stranger dressed in black. 

He was strikingly handsome. He had black hair with dark blue eyes that were to die for. He definitely wasn't a pretty boy but had a bad boy look to him. I just stood there staring at him when he said, "Can I use your phone? My car broke down by the road." 

I remember my parents saying never let a stranger in, but then again, I didn't want to feel like an ass for not letting him make a phone call. My car broke done plenty of times and I had to ask some people myself. Not that easy, I'll tell you that. I never had enough money to buy myself a cell phone, and whenever I did, I never got enough service to make a damn call anyway. 

"Ya, sure, come on in. I know how it feels when your car breaks down and no one will let you use your damn phone. I've been there myself." I giggled and let him in. As he came I stared at his back. His muscles moved gracefully and I knew he was strong and knew he knew it too. He must work out, I thought. I smiled at that. It seemed like the way he moved was predatory. 

Damn it, I was attracted to him! I shook my head to clear my thoughts and showed him the way to my phone. "There's my phone." I said and continued into the kitchen, to do my dishes. 

I heard him pick the phone up, dial and then him speaking into it softly. His voice was low and terribly sexy. It seemed like his voice was calling to me or something. I shook the thought off and concentrated on not concentrating on him. I swiped at a plate that still had some crumbs from me eating some toast from breakfast and rinsed it. 

"May I . . ." He started from behind me, which nearly scared me half to death. No one was able to sneak up on me or scare me, for I seemed to know where they were or something. It was like a 6th sense. But somehow he just did. 

He laid his hand on me as if to calm me, and I felt warmth that I never knew, tingle through my arm then to pool in the center of my being. "Easy. . . I didn't mean to scare you." 

"It's okay. I'm just a little jumpy. I let a stranger into my house, and I just realized that it was a bad idea." I looked into his blue eyes as I felt heat rise to color my face.

"Well let's remedy that." He paused to breathe in deeply. "My name is Rick. Yours?" 

I breathed easier realizing that if he's able to give me his name, he won't do anything. "Mine's Cody."

"See. Now we aren't strangers anymore." He smiled and it dazzled me. Then I realized that he was womanizer. That was why he was so comfortable around me and was probably thinking that I would fall for him like all the others. Well guess what, if he wants me, he's going to have to earn it. I smiled back. 

He looked at me as if I was holding a secret from him. It only made me grin at him. "Well back to where I scared you. May I stay here until my ride gets here?" He said softly, and it seemed like his voice caressed my very soul. God, did that sound corny, I thought.

"I guess so. You can sit down and watch TV till they get here I guess." I then turned back to the dishes, making him wonder why I wasn't falling for his charms. I smiled and continued to clean the dishes. Silence met me from behind, I wasn't even sure if he left from behind me or not. 

A finger trailed down my back making me shiver delicously. "Such soft skin, so beautiful." His breath slid warmly around my neck and his finger gave me shocks of attraction that it scared me. 

I whipped around to stop him when he laid his long fingers on my soft lips to stop my protest. I slapped his hand away from me and started to explode on him. "Excuse me! What do you think you are doing? No one touches me unless I want them to!"

"Oh trust me, you'll want me to." He chuckled and it too sent warmth down to my core. 

I gasped, and tried to push him back away from me, when I realized I couldn't. He was way too strong. When I gave up I yelled, "Get out of here! And never come back!" But he stood his ground. I ground my teeth in frustration and then yelled, "Leave before I call the police!"

He merely chuckled as he saw uncertainty cross in my eyes. He saw her muscles flinch in her arm and knew it was coming. Right before the blow landed he caught her arm just inches from his face. He then heard her small gasp and wondered how would it sound if it was from sex. 

"Let go of me!" I said between clenched teeth. 

"No." He chuckled again and lowered his head to kiss her soft full lips. 

I started to struggle, so I could flee from him and forget everything that happened. But he wasn't letting me go. "Let go!" I spat at him, but still he held on to me. My other arm rained down blows onto him but he merely ignored them. He caught my wrist so he wouldn't have to deal with my blows anymore. He held both my wrists in one hand and then tried to kiss me again. 

I dropped down, letting my full weight take over, but he still held my wrists in his hand, as if I weighed nothing. That's when I started to kick at his legs. 

He cursed, but I barely heard him. He picked me up, and I gasped. I started to scream but he covered my mouth with his own. When his tongue slides into my mouth I reel back I surprise. I didn't want to like what he was doing to me, but I couldn't stop my reaction to him. I stop myself from giving in to him and bit him.

"AWW!" He yelled out in surprise and pain. He dropped me, and I made a run for it. I didn't know if he was following me or not. My heart was pounding that I couldn't hear anything else. Suddenly strong arms wrapped around my waist and took me off my feet. 

"No! Please don't!" I started to beg. "Please!" His hand covered my mouth and silenced me. Tears started to course down my face, but he didn't even notice. He carried me back into the kitchen and bent me down over the counter.

I hear a metallic clang and then felt something cool against my wrists and then I figured out that they were handcuffs! Oh god, why does this have to be happening to me? I asked myself. He turned me around so that my back was to the counter. I closed my eyes afraid to even look at him. His hand wrapped around in my hair and pulled my head back swiftly. It surprised me, but didn't really hurt. In fact it actually made me hotter.

He then kissed my tears away and kissed me softly. It surprised me. Finally when I couldn't stand the tip of his tongue caressing my bottom lip anymore I sighed to let him in. At first he kissed me softly then demandly. His tongue felt like it wanted to dance with mine, so I started to kiss him back, and I heard him groan.

He then pulled back quickly. "Please, don't do this." I said softly. He then slapped me, as if to warn me to not say anything else. He turned around towards the kitchen knives and tested them in his hand. He found one he liked and turned back to me. My breath caught in my throat and I closed my eyes as I knew that he would cut me. 

I felt cold metal touch my flesh and I barely was able to control the shiver that wanted to rack through me. I felt it move upward quickly in between my breasts and I felt my sports bra give way. I heard him gasp and then I felt his rough hands caressing my breasts softly. 

"So soft, so lovely." He then took my nipple inside his mouth and it made me gasp in surprise. He rolled it between his teeth and tugged gently, making a lightning bolt strike inside me, threatening to turn me into mush. 

He chuckled softly and then he slowly went down my body, taking my boxers with him. Tears still coursed down my face, I couldn't stop I them I was terrified. "My boxers fell away and then I felt his hands parting my legs. I tried to keep them closed but he was to strong. When he had wrenched them wide he kissed and bit lightly up my inner thigh. I felt him smile and I wondered why. But then I remembered that I didn't wear any panties! That's why he was grinning from satisfaction!

I tried to squirm away from him but he wouldn't let me go. Just then his mouth met my cunt and I sucked in from the sheer pleasure of it. "So wet." He mumbled. Oh god, it felt so good. "That's right baby, moan for me!" He said against me and I felt another stab of desire run through me. My blood felt like it was boiling and rushing through my veins. 

A finger slipped inside me and I gasped and tried to get away. I didn't want him there! I wanted to save my virginity for when I get married. But if I let him do this to me, I would never forgive myself. 

"NO! Please No!" I started to cry and plead, but he merely slapped me until I shut up. 

"Get up!" I obeyed. "On your knees!" I didn't want to do this, I really didn't. "NOW!" He roared. I flinched and complied. I heard his zipper fall down and something soft and hard pressed against my lips. "Suck it! If you bite me, I'll hurt you!" That's when I felt the knife's blade against my throat. 

I felt so scared and I took him inside my mouth. He tasted salty, sweet and I liked it. I then started to suck him more fully, almost deep-throating him. I heard him moan and I thought, I must be doing something right. His hand wrapped inside my hair and made me pump him faster. I could hardly take all of him he was so big, he almost made me choke. 

"Enough!" He said curtly and pulled me on my feet. "You liked that, didn't you, you little slut!" He then pushed me face down on the counter again. "You're so wet, you must like it!" I felt him start to push towards my wet opening, and I knew he was going to hurt me. 

"Please don't! Please god don't!" I cried and pleaded. I even tried to struggle but he held me down effortlessly.

"Shut up bitch!" I felt a slap against my ass. I then felt a finger slip inside me, I moaned despite myself. Another finger joined it and it made my knees weak. He fingered fucked me like that for a few minutes, but it felt like eternity. Every time I got close to orgasm he would slow down and until he knew I was alright again. "You like that! You're so wet you little bitch! I can't wait to be inside you!" He rasped. His voice sounded so sexy it made me want to unravel.

"Cum for me!" His fingers started to speed up and I felt his mouth on my neck teasing me. I moaned, it felt so good. He bit me hard then, while my orgasm washed over me. I shivered and squirmed inside his arms as he swiftly entered me. I didn't even feel the pain as he took my virginity. He stiffened and said, "Sweet god! You are a virgin!" 

I could only whimper my answer. "I'm making it good for you, you little bitch!" He then thrust slowly inside so I could adjust to him. I didn't want to refuse him anymore; I wanted him to love me, like I never would again. 

I thrust back against him, loving the feel how he felt inside me. "That's it baby, fuck me!" I moaned as he went faster and I could feel him driving deeper inside me. I couldn't take it anymore; I screamed my pleasure while he kept on thrusting inside me. Just a second later he climaxed as well. His weight sweetly crushed my body into the counter and I tried to move my arms into a different comfortable place, but I couldn't since he was lying on top of them. 

I made a sound of protest when he got off of me and took the cuffs off. He then carried me into the living room and settled down on the couch. I felt exhausted and used up, but I didn't mind, since he held me close.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean too. I couldn't take it anymore. I love you Cody." His low voice wrapped around me like a warm cocoon. 

"How do you know me?" I asked him softly. 

"I've been watching you for like a month now and I've been wanting to ask you out or something, but I just couldn't do it. The calls that are just hang ups, they were me. And today I wanted to talk to you, but you sent me over the edge. I'm so sorry! I love you." He rocked me slowly. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"It's okay. I'll forgive you. Just don't let it happen again please. I'll give you one more chance." I answered him. I felt so bad, because I did remember him. I saw him on the streets and other places as well. I knew he liked me from the way he looked at me, but I ignored him.

"Oh baby thank you so much! I love you. You won't ever regret it. Tonight I'll take you out and we'll do dinner and a movie!"

"Not tonight." I mumbled. "Just hold me and sleep with me." 

"Okay. Tomorrow night then. I'm so sorry." He lay down with me and we slept. And he was right; I never did regret it later. I met my dark mysterious stranger.

A Stranger



You've got me tied down to the bed, naked and blindfolded with headphones on. I can't hear or see anything and my body is trembling with anticipation. You love the way my chest moves up and down with my excited breaths, and how I occasionally test the strength of my bounds. You tease me by running a finger all the way along the side of my body... then teasing my nipple until its erect. I'm already going crazy not knowing what will happen next. 

You want to see how far you can take me without my sight or hearing, and you hit my cheek.. hard. I cry out by quiet down when I feel your gentle kisses on my burning cheek. I'm suddenly nervous and try to close my knees. You hit me again and tap on my knees, waiting for me to open them. I shakily spread my legs. You can see that I'm already wet. Your cock is hard and you absent-mindedly stroke it a few times, before bending over me and taking my nipple in your mouth. I groan in pleasure and arch my back, greedy for more of your touch. 

You back away from my needy body and watch as I squirm in frustration. I just want to be fucked, but I love the anticipation. You walk over to your drawer and take out crop, giving it a swat onto your own hand, feeling completely dominant as you walk over to me... loving the way I'm straining to hear beyond the music in my ears for the slightest hint of what's going on around me. My whole body tenses as I feel the crop on my belly, and you run it up to my breasts where you make lazy circles. With a hard whack! you hit one of my erect nipples and I cry out. You hit the other and by now I'm desperately trying to move my arms to cover my stinging breasts. 

I freeze again when I feel the crop running along my neck and then down my torso, heading towards my dripping pussy. You notice that I'm taking deeper breaths, expecting you to hit my pussy with the crop. I cry when you hit my sore breasts instead, and slap me across the cheek. You let me calm down and then put your hand over my pussy, reveling in its wetness, you start to play with it, sticking a finger in, and taking me toward the edge, but never letting me cum. I start to moan in frustration and you take your hand away, going towards the bedroom door and opening it. A man walks in. You called him ahead of time but didn't tell me. I'm waiting on the bed with my wet, needy pussy, struggling to keep my legs open and practically gyrating on the bed. 

He walks over and kneels on the bed between my legs and you can see my excitement at feeling you down there... except it's not you. He puts a hand on each of my hips and in one swift movement impales me on his cock. I cry out in pleasure and pain when suddenly I feel you grab my hair roughly and shove your cock down my throat. You can feel me panic when I realize that we weren't in the room alone but you keep shoving your cock roughly down my throat. 

The man between my legs is about to make me climax but he stops when he feels my legs tensing. I scream in frustrating, and you shudder, feeling my the scream in my throat on your cock. You keep pounding at my mouth. The man between my legs has started to pinch and kneed my breasts roughly, trying to get me to moan for you more. 

He finally starts to move again inside of me, and you can see all my wetness on his thick black cock. He makes me edge once more, my breathing now sporadic and my hips struggling in his strong grasp. You nod at him and he begins his assault again, this time not pulling out when he feels my legs tense. You grab my throat hard as I come and I choke as you pump your cum into my spasming throat. I feel the man between my legs pumping frantically into my tight cunt, wracked by my orgasm. He pulls out and shoots his load all over my body, especially my sore red breasts. 

I'm limp and lay there, still tied up as he leaves. You take out the ear plugs and the blindfold, smirking when you see that I won't open my eyes out of exhaustion from my orgasm. You unlock my hands and I yelp when you suddenly grab a fist-full of my hair and lift me onto my knees in front of the mirror, letting me see the cum of another man all over my body. Showing my what a little cum slut I am. Your little cum slut.



A Stranger Calls



Things at work today are slow, and you find yourself day dreaming more than working. When the phone rings, it takes two rings before you even realize its your phone and not one of your neighbors. You fumble the receiver, but finally get it to your ear. "Hello?" 

Her voice is soft and alluring in your ear, familiar and yet there is a new deviousness in it that makes your heart beat a little faster. "I have something planned for tonight," she says. "I'll be over by six, so make sure you are ready for me." 

"I'll have to leave work early," you say, checking the clock. It's already half past four and the commute is easily forty-five minutes. 

"Don't bore me with the details," she says. 

"What should I be ready for?" you ask. Her voice is rich and sexual, and you feel yourself getting hard just letting your mind wander over the possibilities. She leaves it to wander, saying only, "Anything." Then she hangs up the phone. 

The drive goes smoothly enough, and you make it in the door by 5:20. You shave your face clean while the shower heats up, then step naked into the scalding water and thoroughly clean yourself. The words "Anything" ring through your mind as your hands start to caress your own body. Its torture to stop, but you want to save yourself. You pull out a razor and begin shaving areas you expect might receive some attention tonight. You start with your chest, clearing away every last hair you can find, then work your way down to your crotch. You shave you pubic hair equally bare, including the hair around your cock and balls, all the way to and around your asshole. Then you soap again, plunging one then two soapy fingers deep into your rectum, ensure even your inner parts are clean and ready. 

After the shower, you rub handfuls of faintly scented lotion into your freshly shaved areas, making them extra soft and relieving any irritation. You spend almost five minutes massaging the lotion in, then brush your teeth and rinse with mouthwash. After that, your cock has relaxed enough that you can slide a rubber cock-ring into place. You have no idea what to wear, so you decide on a short silk robe until you have a better idea what is going to be required. You crank up the heat in the house a few degrees to make things comfortable, then dim the lights, unlock the door, and take a seat on the leather couch with your back to the door. The clock across from you clicks over to 5:58. Perfect timing. 

She enter a few minutes after six, the sound of her heels clicking over the tile of the entry way and her otherwise silent demeanor heighten your anticipation. "Don't turn around," she says. The clicking stops, but you can just make out her muted footsteps as she closes on the couch. Then black cloth covers your eyes and she ties it tightly behind your head. You never heard the door close. It's probably still wide open. "Stand up and turn around. I want to see what it means to you to be prepared." 

You stand slowly and turn to face her. "Open the robe," she says quietly but with conviction. You slowly part the front, revealing your glistening chest first and then spreading the fabric further until it falls completely open, your cock rising slowly into the air. She purrs appreciatively. "You do clean up nicely. I have the first part of your surprise ready, but you'll need to lay down. 

You lay down on the leather sofa, feeling her presence as she circles the couch to meet you. "Hands at your side," she orders. You obey, however hard it may be. She climbs onto the couch, that much you can feel. And her knees works their way up your torso and finally straddle your head. You can smell the sweetness of her excitement as she lowers her pussy onto your all too willing mouth. She stops an inch from your lips, just far enough that you can dip the tip of your tongue into her and you do; running it up and down her slit slowly, struggling to reach her clit without moving your head. There's an odd taste, familiar yet unusual and it takes you a moment to place it. 

"What am I tasting?" you ask. 

"Latex," she replies evenly. Then with a deep breath she asks you to continue. Confused, but willing, you continue your gentle probing. "It's a shame really. I so wanted to watch you lick his cum out of me, but I just wasn't confident enough that I knew where his cock had been so I had him use a condom. But I'm still soaking wet, don't you think?" 

It hits you like a ton of bricks. She's just fucked someone else! You pull your tongue back in and reach for the blindfold, trying rapidly to sort out the emotions swirling in your head. Jealousy, rage, and a hell of a lot of pure lust. 

"Don't be like that," she says, staying your arm. "This is what you've been fantasizing about for three years. If you're going to turn jealous on me, how can I tell you all the details?" You relax your hand, trying to take it all in. Her hand strokes down your cock, still rock hard, making it twitch with excitement. Her hand encircles your balls and she squeezes with increasing pressure, then releases and drags her fingers back up your shaft as she takes her hand away. "Keep going," she urges. "I'm so hot and I need your tongue right now." 

You imagine it in your head, some strangers cock thrusting into her - her moaning and thrashing in response. When did it happen? Who was it? Where? Did she like it better than you? The not knowing drives you mad, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest and the sweet smell of her pussy is intoxicating. You dive slowly back in, licking up and back and savoring the wetness that rolls onto your tongue and down your throat. Another man made this, you think to yourself. 

"He didn't make me cum," she says through the raspy breaths. "He could have, though. Ooooh he could have. But I didn't want him to. I wanted you to be watching when he does that." She breaks off into moans as she lowers herself far enough for you to have your way with her clit. You slow down a bit, wanting to hear more. "Would you like to see that? Him fucking me right in front of you?" 

You mumbling approvingly, in that blackness you can see is this other man's cock sliding in and out of her. In your head you imagine the pleasure you're giving her is coming from him as he fucks her. 

"Then you will. You'll see just what you've been wanting all these years. But you won't see his face, not ever. You'll never know who he is. What do you think of that?" Her hand grabs your balls firmly, pulling them away from your body in an exquisite blend of pain and ecstasy that she has somehow perfected. "Every time a stranger on the street gives you an odd look you'll wonder, 'Is that the man who fucked her right in front of me?'" It spurs your tongue on even more, giving her your answer. Then suddenly she pulls away. "That's enough. I'm too close, and that means it's time." 

"But... I wanted you to come," you plead. 

"Oh I will, just as I said. With him inside me. Right now." 

For the first time you hear him and realize you aren't alone. He's moving closer from where he must have been standing across the room. You trembled slightly with nervous anticipation, still trying to resolve the jealousy in your head with the throbbing excitement you feel elsewhere. There's a few awkward moments of adjustment. You stand up and wait, feeling him brush past you as he moves to the couch. You can hear his breathing, his belt coming undone and clothing falling to the floor. There's more movement, then finally you feel her soft full breasts pressing against you. "Turn around," she says. You turn and the blindfold is lifted. At the end of the couch she's placed a stool, nothing you've seen before. It has a hole towards the back center. She has you sit facing away from the couch, and pulls your balls carefully through the hole in the stool. She quickly goes beneath and you feel string or leather cord wrapping about your scrotum above your balls. She makes a dozen loops, enough to create constant compression on your balls, then ties the cord to the stool. You won't be moving. 

She walks back to the couch and finally allows you to turn around. You can see his legs jutting about beneath her, his hard cock sticking straight in the air, and his hands caressing the sides of her breasts, but she is positioned on top of him facing you, blocking the rest of him from you site. She grabs his cock and aims it at her waiting pussy, then slowly lowers herself onto it until she is completely impaled. Along the way down her mouth opens and gasps for air as she feels herself stretched and full. She twists back and forth at the bottom, making sure she's gotten him as deep as possible before she starts slowly moving up and down, fucking him. She watches you intently, never taking her eyes off you to ensure you see every moment of pleasure she's experiencing. 

She picks up the rhythm, up, down, up, down, letting his cock slide three quarters of the way in each time. Then every few strokes she drops her weight on him without warning, forcing his cock as deep as it will go. She licks her lips. They are both moaning and she's whispering, "Fuck me!" desperately. You grasp your own cock, but realize immediately how close you are to coming and stop - not wanting to ruin it by coming before its over. 

She comes first, screaming out and bouncing in short little hops, almost vibrating. He keeps going, thrusting up from underneath for another minute until he too comes, grunting and moaning from behind her. Finally they're still. She stays there for a minute or two, then slowly raises her hips letting his cock slowly slide free. "He's still so hard," you say out loud, watching as his cock springs backwards, slapping against his stomach. Its about the only part of him you can see. 

"He took viagra earlier," she replies, smiling. "I wanted to make sure you got you fill." She crawls towards you, always careful to keep herself between you and the stranger. Then she climbs up and sits on the edge of the couch with her legs spread so you can admire his handiwork. She's completely shaved, giving you a perfect view of her pussy still slightly parted from being forced open for so long, dripping wet. Her lips look swollen and bright pink. She takes a small digital camera from under the side table and takes a picture of her own crotch. "I don't wan you to ever forget how this looks." 

Your own cock is still rock hard, straining upwards. "You need that taken care of?" she asks, staring hungrily at your cock. You nod slowly, but desperately. "Well you will, but you're going to cum the same way I did: with him inside you." She smiles broadly. She turns you about and whispers in your ear, "That way every time a stranger on the street gives you an odd look you'll wonder, 'Is that the man who fucked me?' 

She undoes the cord from the stool, allowing you to rise and pull your balls through the hole, but they are still bound tight and the long strip of fine leather becomes a leash for her to pull you about. She tugs upwards and you stand up completely in response, then to your tip toes but she continues pulling with a sadistic smile. She backs you up, then pushes you over the stool with your ass in the air. "You've shaved quite thoroughly," she says, tracing her finger over your sensitive asshole. You hear a tube of something sputter, feel the cold wet lubrication run down your crack, then her finger slips its way inside you. She adds a second finger, then a third and more lube. She forces them up into you, twisting until they can't go in any further, then pulls them back out slowly before jamming them back in with some force. She keeps this up for a couple of minutes, adding lube twice and getting you even hotter than you were before. She finishes, then wraps the black blindfold back around your eyes. 

She leads you by the balls back to the couch, then helps you climb into a position straddling his chest, which is bare and warm beneath you. You can tell you are facing his feet, but far enough up that you aren't in position for him to fuck you yet. Once you are settled, she undoes the blindfold again. You can feel his hands at your hips, circling around and stroking down your stomach and around your cock, but never touching it. His cock has relaxed some, and sits front and center before you. "I thought you might like to watch this part up close," she said, crawling up his legs to slip her lips around his softening cock. She started slowly, using mostly her tongue and lips around the head. As he got harder, she began moving her head to drive his cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue swirls about with each pass, a technique you recognize from watching her suck your own cock. You know just how incredible it feels, and the man beneath you seems to appreciate it just as much. He moans softly, and his fingers finally wrap around your cock, stroking you slowly and gently to give you just a fraction of the pleasure he's receiving. She seems intent on her work, giving it everything she's got. But every few seconds she opens her eyes and stares up at you. 

Once he's nice and hard again, she eases her mouth off him and squirms seductively back over the arm of the couch, her eyes no longer watching you but rather watching his cock. She pulls your leash firmly, urging you forward. You rise to your knees in response, moving down his body and up to position your ass above his waiting cock. You lower yourself until the head of his cock is pressing into your sphincter. Like watching him fuck her, and her suck his cock, this is a first for you. She's used strap-ons on you before, but this is the real thing. The first thing you notice is the temperature, even only touching you as it is, his cock is hot. 

Determined to make the most of it, you tug on your own leash, pulling hard against your balls causing a wave of pain to ripple through you. "Harder," you ask her, releasing the leash. She pulls harder, and as she does you drop you weight forcing the man's cock all the way into your ass in one quick motion. You cry out in pain and pleasure. His cock is bigger than you expected, hard yet yielding and so very warm. You grind against him for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of this new large organ. Then you rise up and start working his cock in and out of your ass as if it were your only purpose. His hands grab onto our hips, guiding you up and down. You bounce there, almost violently at times, moaning and gasping for air, feeling his hands roaming around you and the pain every few moments as she tugs playfully on the leash. The sensations and an incredible mix and you feel high as a kite, doped up on your own brain's response to the mad fucking your getting. You see flashes from a camera, but you're too into to care. 

You don't even know how longs it's gone on, as the room just seems to spin and float around you. Your head is viciously tormented by stars, and the last thing you clearly remember was his hand gripping around your cock from behind. The pressure alone is enough, and you explode into an orgasm. Close to coming himself, the stranger tosses you off him onto the floor on all fours, pulling your lady cleanly off her stool by the leash attached to your balls. Some how you don't feel that at all. Then the stranger jumps you like a dog in heat, getting in a dozen more strokes before crying out in his own orgasm. You both crumple to the group and he whispers in your ear, "I'll be watching for you." 

You feel him pull himself out of you and stand, but his body is replaced with her warm soft form before you can move. You don't even try to catch a glimpse of him as he leaves. It's just more exciting not knowing.



A Stranger Cums



My plan was to blindfold Sue, tie her to the bed, and bring a “stranger“ into the bedroom. Sue usually enjoyed the helplessness of being tied up during sex, but I wasn’t sure if she’d like the blindfold. 

I have known Sue for sometime now and she is very special to me and I would never do anything to hurt her, or that she didn’t want to do. Sue does not seem to think she is all that attractive to other men, though I am constantly telling her how good looking and sexy she it. I couldn’t seem to convince her that most guys would be lining up to have the chance to fuck that hot body of hers, and judging from the reaction from most of my friends when they‘re around Sue, some would be knocking down the door. The only friend I felt that I could approach, was Terry. 

I figured Terry would be a good choice too, because I has used him as a subject of our fantasies on more than one occasion, and, coupled with the fact that he thinks she’s sexy as hell, it would work out to be a perfect match. When I talked to Terry early that week, it took some beating around the bush before I came out and told him what I really wanted him to do. He was more than game, though nervous about his presence being a surprise to Sue. I guess desperation overcame any reservation he might have had, because his only question was “where and what time?” 

That Friday night, Sue and I started warming up for our evening at home. As soon as the house was empty, off came her bra, along with most of her inhibitions, and she suddenly became the sexual being I love so much. 

Sue went to the bathroom and enjoyed a nice long soak in the tub, and I called Terry, making sure that everything was just right. He was to sneak into the house through the side door, which I had left unlocked, at about 8:00, and wait in the room that we had added on to the house a few years ago. 

About 30 minutes later, Sue came out of the bath wearing a very sheer bra, a very sexy silk panty set and almost black shimmering stockings that excentuated her gorgeous long legs. She looked hot. 

I begin by putting a porno tape in the VCR to warm things up. I, of course, had selected a tape that depicted threesomes involving two males and a female. Sue is always open to new experiences, that’s one of the things that makes her so special. I began by caressing and licking Sue’s tits, occasionally stroking her pussy with my free hand. As I increased my attention toward Sue’s pussy. It was now or never. 

I pulled out the blindfold, explaining to her that I wanted her to put it on, lay back, and fantasise that she was being made love to by two men. Though hesitating at first, she finally agreed, succumbing to the heat of the moment. As she lay back, I take her hands above her head and lightly, but firmly tie them to the headboard. I worked my way down her body, licking and sucking whatever was close. Sue began to writhe about, and I knew her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I reached for her 1 dildo, and, positioning my cock over her mouth, slowly slid the dildo into her cunt. As she sucked my cock hungrily, I began to slide the big dildo in and out, going deeper each time. “Ooooh, fuck me!“, she said, almost choking on my cock as I rammed it in and out of her mouth, “fuck me with that big cock!”. Sue was so horny and worked up, she must have had at least two orgasms in just a very few minutes. When she finally started to come down, I pulled out the dildo, and was surprised at the amount of cum that was dribbling out of her pussy. 

As Sue lay there, basking in the afterglow, I made up some excuse, and went to the other room to get Terry. I had him come into the next room to quietly wait for my signal. I went back into the bedroom and lay down beside Sue, and began to stroke and caress her body again. I could just imagine the hard on Terry must have already, just seeing Sue in this vulnerable, yet sexy position. 

I rechecked the blindfold, and, just as before, began by kissing Sue lustily, working my way down to her cunt. As I moved back up her body, I motioned for Terry to quietly enter the room. I inserted the dildo into Sue’s cunt, and asked her who she would be fucking while she sucked my cock. To both mine and Terry’s surprise, she said that she would like to have Terry’s cock in her pussy. If she only knew! 

As she suck my cock and fucked the dildo, I grabbed her legs and pulled them to me, caressing and licking her feet and toes, and allowing room for Terry to get into position for the change. Sue was starting to really get worked up, thrusting her pussy toward the dildo as much as she could manage, with her legs pulled back. She loves to get fuck in this position, as it allows her take my cock deeper into her pussy. On signal, I removed the dildo, and Terry moved up and inserted his cock into her sweet, wet pussy. I was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud. Sue stopped her thrusting for a split second, long enough to realise that this was a real cock in place of the fake one. Apparently, her lust overcame her inhibitions, because she began to fuck Terry and suck me with a renewed vigour. 

As soon as I released her legs, Terry leaned forward, and Sue wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her pussy. She began to meet his every thrust with an intensity that I had never witnessed before. Seeing her fuck Terry like this was more that I could handle, so I began to fill her waiting mouth with jets of cum. After she licked my cock clean, I pulled away so I could watch. 

She immediately pulled the blindfold away, and didn’t seem a bit surprised that it was Terry that she was fucking. The visual aspect of their lovemaking was apparently more that she could take, as she began to cum. “Fuck me deep and hard” she said, as she pounded her hips upward. “Ooooooh, fuck my pussy hard, Terry!”, she screamed. I could hear the smacking sound they made, as his cock pistoned in and out of her juicy tight cunt. 

Following Sue’s orgasm, Terry groaned loudly, as he filled her cunt with his cum. He seemed to go on forever. Terry rolled off Sue and lay down beside her to gather his senses, but she was not yet through. I undid the ties!

“Come here”, she said, with a devilish grin on her face. As I came to her, she pushed me down to the blanket and crawled up on me, straddling my face. “This is what this little trick is going to cost you”, she said. She slid forward and plopped her dripping pussy right on my mouth, and said “lick my pussy, I want you to lick it clean”. I must admit, I was hesitant at first, but if this would turn her on, I was more than willing. His cum tasted salty, yet kind of sweet as well, so I did as I as told, licking and sucking every part of her pussy that my tongue would reach. 

She then motioned for Terry to stand before her so she could suck his cock. As Sue engulfed his cock in her sweet mouth, she began to grind her pussy on my mouth and chin. As she slid her lips down his shaft and began to lick his balls, Terry began to moan quietly. 

No sooner than 5 minutes later, she was cumming once again, covering my mouth and face with her pussy juice. Her increased ministrations to Terry’s cock soon had him cumming as well, filling her mouth up with his seed. Sue, who is not being a bit shy about swallowing, lick and slurped greedily as his cock erupted, savouring every drop. 

We made love several more times that night, trying various positions in order to satisfy all our desires. Terry finally left around midnight, so Sue and I lay together, cuddling and kissing until fatigue took it’s toll and we fell asleep. 

She is something else!



A Stranger Fills a Need...



You sit at a baseball game, alone, watching in rapt attention to your local team. You don't see the stranger sit down behind you in the mostly empty stadium. After a time, you sense someone there, and turn to view a handsome man staring into your eyes. His gaze flusters you; you smile his way, then turn back to the game. 1/2 an inning later, you stand to stretch, turn again, and see an empty seat where the stranger had been. You scan the area but don't see him. His movements are silent, disturbing and compelling at once. 

You leave after a satisfying game in which the home team did well, and won. You find your car in the vast parking lot. As you pull away to drive home, you notice what looked like the same man sitting in a nearby car, staring at you. As you leave the parking lot, you look in the rear-view mirror and see that same car following you out. Your warning signals are on alert, and nervously you drive home, with many glances behind you. You haven't seen the man in the car since you both left the stadium, but you remain anxious.

Your arrive at your house, drive into the garage and close the door behind you. Only when you are safely sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of red wine in hand do you relax, and laugh a bit to yourself, thinking silly thoughts about a strange man following you home. 

You glance out the window with a sip of wine in your mouth, and almost choke on it: there is he, sitting in his car parked right in front of your house, looking directly into your eyes! You are frightened now, and reach for your phone to call...who? The police, a friend, your husband (out of town)? As you fumble with the phone and your own thoughts, you look again, and he is gone. You look up and down your street, seeing nothing but the mundane things which are always there. 

You go to the front door to lock it, and as you do, hear something at the back door. You are shaking now, as you tip-toe toward the noise. You peak around a corner to see the back door, and feel him behind you! As you turn, he pulls your arms behind your back and pushes you forward. You stumble and begin to fall, but he holds you up as if a child. You feel his size and strength through the strong grip on your arms. You regain your balance and begin to scream, but a large, masculine hand stifles it, covering your mouth. As if in a surreal dream, time slows: you are able to be completely terrified and unable to think clearly, while at the same time smell his scent, feel his strength, taste his maleness covering your mouth.

He pushes you to the living-room, then easily bends you down over the back of the couch. Your head is now below your waist, with your ass in the air. You are able to think about the situation now, and know that you are about to be raped. You are a sexual woman, but smart enough to know that rape is not sexual. You are afraid of the pain about to come; dry, forced, angry...

Your silly efforts at sexual fantasy role playing have come back in an ironic way: wearing a dress at a ballgame to have men stare at you: exciting but harmless. Well, girl, it's not harmless now! I'm about to be raped! Fuck! You start thinking of the various articles you've read about this situation, and how to handle such a nightmare. Reason starts to come back as you think though a dialogue to wriggle out of this. But he always seems to be one step ahead of you: he talks first.

"Marie, I've been watching you for a long-time now at the baseball games, toying with the men around you, wearing short dresses and sometimes no panties. Your legs slightly open, beckoning those poor slobs to take a look. I looked, and liked what I saw. And now I am here, to take what you offered to so many..." 

His voice wasn't what you expected. It was deep, measured, patient, strong, and oh, so very sexy. That thought surprised you. Being attracted to the voice of a man about to rape you. Then he surprised you again: 

"Remove your panties, Marie, and let me see what you want me to see." He was going to make ME help him? 

"Fuck you!" I said, angry now, and struggling hard to free myself from this absurd position. He chuckled softly, and held me in place. I couldn't move. He began touching my hair, then my neck, then my back, then...my ass. Softly, slowly, not at all what I expected. 

"Remove your panties, Marie...NOW!" 

His voice so dominant, so masculine. I pushed my panties over my upturned ass, as he moved my skirt up, onto the small of my back. He finished the job, pulling the panties down to my ankles. Without thinking, I stepped one leg out of them, so that the panties hung on one ankle. I remained bent over the couch, ass exposed to a rapist, and waited. 

He gently touched my ass, caressing it, making love to it with a strong hand, the other holding me in place. Anger was replaced by resignation, and I simply went limp, waiting. He continued to caress my skin, softly, expertly. He slowly touched between my cheeks, probing. Deeper went his fingers, touching places which caused me to squirm. My movements actually helped him, as my cheeks opened more, allowing him greater access to what he wanted. 

Then it began, and shocked me: I was aroused. I could feel my body responding to his touch. Damn, Marie, what the hell?! I couldn't help it. The feeling was a good one, despite the situation. He continued deeper, pushing aside lips, gently massaging beyond. I opened to him instinctively, wanting, needing more. 

He felt my wetness, and knew I was his. He spoke again, with that strong, deep voice, controlling me with it, commanding me to be his: "Open your legs for me, Marie. Show me your wetness. Show me your beautiful pussy. Show me how you want me, need me." 

I did as told, and spread my legs wider, exposing my pussy to a stranger, because he wanted me to... 

Instead of man-handling my openness, he stood me up, keeping my back to him. I didn't struggle, knowing his strength. I felt his hands moving around my head, caressing my hair. No, not caressing, but placing a blindfold on me! I stood motionless, allowing him to fit it on just so. My world became dark, and full of dark thoughts... 

He continued to work at me, removing my blouse with experienced hands, then my bra, then told me to step out of my skirt, once he pushed it back down below my hips. I removed my shoes but left my panties in place around one ankle, and stood in front a stranger, in my own house, naked and blindfolded, anticipating... 

He took his time, I assume viewing my nakedness from behind. "Turn around Marie, let me see your breasts and pussy". I did as he said, turning to face him for the first time, seeing nothing, but hearing his breathing. "Very nice, my pet. Touch yourself for me. Show me your wetness, which I shall take for my own, soon." 

His surety was mesmerizing; I touched myself, innately wanting to please him. I felt my wetness, and opened my legs wider. As I began to move my fingers over my clit, he said: "Stop, Marie. You are ready. Turn around, and bend over the couch again. I like that look for you, ass in the air, needing attention." 

I did so, and waited for the stranger to take me, use me, make me feel wanton, make me cum. 

He touched my ass again, but forcefully now, with both hands. He massaged my cheeks with hard movements, not caring that he could be hurting me. He felt me up, pushing two fingers into my pussy. I opened for him. Willingly. 

He was naked now, as I felt his thighs against mine, and his hardness pushing between my ass cheeks. His hands pulled them apart, and I felt his cock enter me. One thrust, all at once, and I felt his size, touching where most never go. My wetness allowed it to happen easily, and it felt so good! So good...please, strange, mysterious, sexy man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my wet cunt. Open me up and fill me with your cum. And as you do, I shall cum for you... 

I will be yours, to do with whatever you want. Take me, use me, make me cum. And he did. Not having sight, my other senses were hyper: his male odor, voice, cock, firm hands holding my hips as he thrust into me. The overload was complete: I came; a long, rolling, shattering one as he continued to fuck me, pounding his cock into my pussy, enjoying my squeals to achieve his own pleasure. I plateaued: that sublime feeling of a long, continuous orgasm which a man can never know; wave after wave of pleasure over time, beyond description...as his cock continued to have its way with me, filling me, making me want it, need it... 

As I continued to cum, I could hear him, as if he were in another room, surreal, talking to me, saying things which only fueled the fire of pleasure for me: "I love how your pussy sucks on my cock, Marie. So tight, so hot, so wet. I love fucking you, Marie. I love how you love it, wanting my cock in you. Beg for more, Marie. Make me know you love fucking. Let me hear what a slut you are for cock." 

In the throes of orgasm over such a long period of time, feeling so full of cock, wanting it so badly, feeling so good, I simply couldn't talk. Too much sensory overload to talk. So good, so full... But he had commanded me to do so. I must please him, as he is pleasing me. So I tried: "I love your cock in me, ohhh, so good, fuck me, pull my hair, cum in me, oh my God that feels so good!" He grabbed my hair with an experienced hand: reaching up from below and grabbing a bunch at the base of my neck, pulling my head back. Another wave came over me; my legs quivered and buckled. If not for the back of the couch holding me up, I would have crumpled to the floor, taken, used, content. But he hadn't cum yet. I was ready to pass out, but my mystery man had such control-of himself as well as me-that he chose to fill my needs before his. Fuck me, this guy was the best! 

"I'm getting close, Marie. Shall I fill your hole with my cum? Tell me you want it." 

"Please cum in me. I want to feel it shoot against my walls. I want to taste some. Please, fuck me, cum in my pussy." 

I felt a change in his rhythm. He slowed, enjoying the build-up. His thrusts were measured now, just as deep, pushing against my cervix opening, but now with anticipation. He let go of my hair and pulled my hips into him, pushing his cock deep into my wet hole. I was so turned on, knowing he was about to cum inside me! Fuck that was hot! I simply couldn't stop cumming myself; I felt like I was about to pass out. But I needed to feel him cum in me. "Do it; shoot your cum in me. I want it." And so he did. He stopped all movement, and began to cum. He growled like an animal, making me feel like an animal, too. We were mating, raw, visceral mating. He filled me with his seed, blast after blast. I felt it, and came with him, pushing back against him, needed to be filled with his hard maleness. So fucking PRIMAL! YES! 

He slowly pulled out of my wet pussy. I felt his cum begin leaking out, and without thinking reached down and felt it as it dripped down the inside of my hot thigh. I brought it to my lips and tasted it, smelled the male of it. He let go of my hips, and he was no longer touching me. I felt a loss. I lay still, unable to move after such a long, powerful coupling. 

Finally I raised up, removed my blindfold, turned, and saw...nothing. He had slipped away, as quietly as he had entered my house. No trace of clothes or anything else beyond his semen dripping out of me, to say that he had been here, taken me, used me, felt me respond to him, making me want him. 

I moved as if a zombie toward my bed, not the shower. I lay down and held my pillow, not wanting to wash him from me. I could still smell him on me, and was...content.



A Stranger in a Bar



My undying thanks go out to Amerks92hockey for editing my crappy English into comprehensible words. You rock girl, next time I'm home I owe you a drink.

*

I couldn't stop myself from touching you. I lay my hand on your thigh as I turn my head, so I couldn't see the reaction. My mind raced, as I thought of new ways to touch you, innocent but full of lustful intentions; ways to get your mind wandering also. Slowly I circle my fingers around your leg, occasionally rubbing my hand along your shoulder as we talked and drank. Soon we were on the dance floor; you began to sway your ass in front of me and before long I rub your round ass against me as the music played. You looked back to see my eyes watching you as you swing your hips and ass, I grabbed your hands and put them on my hips, pulling you toward me. I kept grinding against you. It wasn't long before you could feel my hardness and the heat of my cock through your clothes. Silently you say to yourself "I wanted this man inside me, I want to feel his tongue caressing my clit, his hands playing across my breast, his fingers and cock penetrating me in all those dirty but satisfying ways. I want to taste him but more than anything I want him to make me cum." 

You are soaking wet. A slight chill runs down your spine as your realize our dancing and sexual tension has made your panties wet. My fingers began to dig into your hips as you rub yourself harder against me. You turn to look at me, feeling my cock jab into your abdomen; we are so close that your hard nipples were pressed into my chest. Our lips barely touching as though engaging in the ultimate tease... 

Tell me Beautiful, can you feel it? Can you feel the hardness pressed against your body, the moisture between your thighs? Can you feel my breath against your neck as I whisper naughty thoughts in your ear? Is your mind wandering at all, wondering just how this night will unfold and where it will lead? 

If I had to read your mind, I would imagine the night would go something like this: 

Slowly I reach and grab the back of his neck and pull him to my lips sucking gently as I kiss his sexy mouth. The thrusts of my warm tongue in his mouth made him weak in the knees. His hands found their way under my shirt and moved slowly up my back, I could feel my pussy aching with anticipation. He kept pulling me closer to him; my toes were barely touching the ground. We kept sucking each other's lips and tongues for what seemed like a million songs. Every time I tried to catch my breath I thought I was stealing his. His tongue warm and soft against mine as our lips collided over and over. Then pulling my lips away and with a bold attempt to get a small amount of pleasure, I asked him to join me in the bathroom. His lips parted as he loosened his grip on me, I turned, grabbed his hand, and began to lead him to the back of the bar. 

Looking to make sure the coast was clear (not that I really cared), we enter the bathroom. We quickly made our way into a stall; slamming the door shut he pushed me against the door. The walls were cold against my hot body, the hatched metal pressed into my back. I stood there breathing deeply, when he began kissing me again. Our bodies were talking for us; we couldn't help but touch each other. I reached to pull his shirt up; I wanted to feel his hot skin. He grabbed my ass, lifting me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around him tightly as my back hit the door of the stall again. I could hear the moans slipping from my lips as he moved my blouse away from my breasts, his tongue moved quickly over them. I kept pressing my hips into his, grinding I could feel my clit throbbing, aching for a release. I began begging him to fuck me. I wanted to feel the raw hard cock deep inside of me. 

Realizing he would not give in so easily I let my legs slide down his, and dropped to my knees, he grabbed my head pushing my face against his crotch. I fumbled with his belt and zipper and finally released a perfect cock, bouncing at my face, drips of pre-cum falling from the tip. Wrapping my hand around him I pulled back on his skin, feeling his heat in my hand and licked off the drops of cum. Tasting the salt from his sweat and the smell of his soap, the heat radiating from his thick cock, I quit licking, and began sucking madly. Slamming his cock into my mouth over and over, my nose hitting his lower stomach, my fingers from my right hand circled and played with his heavy balls, while I took a finger from my left hand and teased him further. Using the drool that was dripping down my chin from his hard cock, I wet my finger and slowly began to tease the area behind his sack. Slowly I rubbed it until I felt him spread his legs a bit, silently inviting me to go further. With this I released his balls and started to stroke his cock as I sucked him, making sure that this was a proper blowjob and one he would never forget. As I did this I re-wet my finger and started to rub it along his taint again, inching my way towards his asshole. Once I was there I began to rub it, applying more and more pressure until I finally began to push against his tight ring. Gradually as I sucked his tasty cock I worked more and more of my finger into his tight asshole. I was surprised at how much of a turn on this was and began to swallow his cock with complete abandon as I fingered his welcoming ass. With my mouth full of his tasty cock, I stroked it as I bobbed my head like a wanton whore. I tried to work my finger in and out of his ass, pacing it as I sucked him. Inhaling his smell, and tasting warm pre-cum as I kept sucking, drinking it down... It made me want more. Sliding my finger from his ass I again got it wet with my spit, this time plunging deep into his ass making him moan aloud. Taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could, I pulled him tight against my face by his ass, both with my free hand and my wiggling finger. 

He pulled my lips off his cock, and told me to stop or I would make him cum. Smiling I took him back into my mouth and continued to suck him. Again he pulled his delicious cock from my mouth, this time asking where I wanted his cum. I just smiled and continued sucking. My only goal was to swallow his tasty juices. 

The door of the restroom kept flying open as men came in and attended to their business. These simple distractions and the risky ness of our actions only making me suck my stranger harder. My nose kept smacking against him as I continued sucking and licking his thick cock. His breath became quicker and I felt his jerks to my movements as he spilled into my throat. My movements slowed as I let him continue his release. His breathing between moans seemed so loud echoing in the bathroom. I could feel his cock bounce against my tongue as the last drips of juices fell. I pulled my lips from his cock, flicking my tongue against the tip; I look up to see a smile across his lips, white teeth shining underneath. I took his cock back in my mouth, sucking it deeply as I let my finger slide from his ass. He both moaned and whimpered as I did this, making me smile yet again. 

I stood up and became dizzy. I don't know if it was the alcohol, or the realization of what I had just done. He quickly grabbed me, just hugging me. I suddenly felt as though I had made some terrible mistake. Panic struck through my body when the thought of acting like suck a slut came crashing through my mind. The man holding me in his arms began to slowly kiss me, gentle sweet kisses across my face, lips and neck, not in the same ravishing way we had just found each other. My panic slowly faded as I enjoyed the attention I hadn't gotten in so long. As he let me go slightly he looked at me, and told me how sexy I was. I giggled to cover how uncomfortable I was. And he asked if he could do the same for me, to return the favor. 

His hands moved down my ass, sliding between my legs. His fingertips brushing my mound through my pants. The slight touch sent shocks down my spine and caused my already wet pussy to drip into the crotch of my already wet pants. He didn't wait for my answer. He just slid down my body, kissing my neck. He began lifting my shirt off my stomach and soon felt the cool air on my heaving breasts. Every thought I had forgotten as this sexy man made his way across my chest, pulling my nipples out of my bra to suck them. His kisses were nothing compared to the shocks of his warm, wet tongue against my hard nipples. He could have stopped there bring me to an orgasm without touching my wet pussy, but his lips continued down my stomach, sucking my belly biting lightly at my sides, and he stopped to suck and tease my belly button. Fucking it with his tongue, the flick over this dent in my skin was amazing. The anticipation itself was enough to drive me over the edge. 

Nothing got left out, here I was standing in a men's restroom at a bar, knowing I was about to receive head. It wasn't even the knowledge that I was about to get head but more that this man was going to make me cum, to suck my clit, to finger me and that he was going to thoroughly enjoy it. His fingers slid under the loops of my pants, I was so comfortable and relaxed I didn't even noticed my pants were unbuttoned until he gently tugged at the belt loops and my pants slid down from across my ass. He continued kissing and touching me bringing me to another state of ecstasy. The smoothness of his touch was erotic. My inner thighs felt air escaping from his lips, his touch against every inch of my butt and legs. All making me feel as though I was floating. His tongue flicked across my clit. Waves of pleasure flew through my entire body. I felt it in my fingers hanging by my sides. The cool door against my back, even my feet still in my boots felt as if I weren't standing anymore. His slick tongue slid across my clit again, instant moans escaped from my clenched lips. My legs spread as open as I could get them with my pants around my knees, I felt his breath on my lips, and I arched toward him. My body aching for a release, his tongue began lashing at my lips. His tongue slid through my wet pussy, separating my lips, plunging into my wet hole repeatedly. 

As his lust built, I felt as though he were trying to devour me. He wasn't just sucking my clit but was attacking my sopping cunt with complete vigor. He was licking my clit, sucking my lips, fingering me as my juices flowed down his face. I felt a finger slide into me, quickly followed by his tongue and then another finger. Slowly at first he began sliding his fingers inside me, then picking up the pace as he sucked my sensitive clit. Removing his fingers, he became more forceful when he hands groped my ass, tilting me toward his face so he could fuck my hole with his long wet tongue. It felt amazing as he crammed his tongue inside me as if it were his hard cock fucking me. 

My body felt so hot, even though I was mostly naked, with his hands spreading my ass, his fingertips began gently circling my tightest hole. He kept fucking my hole with his tongue while the tip of his finger entered my ass. Suddenly he backed his head away from my aching clit and dripping pussy, spinning me around and slamming me into the stall. The cold steel was refreshing as my hard nipples pressed against it. With his hands grabbing my ass cheeks he pulled them wide apart and began tonguing my tight backdoor. What started out as a tickle quickly led to him probing and then fucking my ass with his warm wet tongue. More and more of his tongue worked into my ass, sending waves of pleasure through me. Removing his right hand from my cheek he reached around me and began to stroke my clit again. Rapidly he drew his fingers across my clit, pushing two of them inside me as he continued to eat my ass. As if it were even possible I felt my body relax even more and felt his entire tongue move deep inside my back passage. Jesus, I had never felt anything like this before, it was amazing. His hand rubbing against my clit as his fingers slid into my dripping pussy, his tongue fully buried and wiggling in my ass. 

All too soon, I felt my body begin to quiver at the first onset of orgasm escaped. My hands grasped the top of the stall wall, trying to keep my balance as my toes curled inside my shoes. My whole body began to shake as my orgasm took over every muscle. He continued to suck my asshole until the last shake left my body. Then he removed his fingers from my pussy, only to replace them with his mouth as he tried to suck every bit of my womanly cum from my body. Slowly he began taking long, deep licks inside my open hole, sucking up all my juices as he went. I found myself enjoying the face pressed against my soaking wet pussy, my juices dripping down my legs. I stood leaning against the locked door, my eyes circling in my head, still trying to gain my breath when he came up to kiss me. Leaning over my shoulder our lips met, tasting myself on his lips was delicious. Our tongues slowly danced as we kissed each other deeply, enjoying the flavor of our combined juices. The taste was amazing and I wanted to savor every minute of it. 

He began to pull my pants up, when I asked him to fuck me. I turned to look at him; he looked just as shocked as I was to have said it. I don't know what came over me; the thought of this strange man fucking me seemed to be the only thing I could want. I turned around, again facing the door, my naked ass wiggling in the air. Without saying a word he dropped again to his knees, licking me from my now eager asshole to my aching clit and then stood up. 

As he stood, he pulled my pants up with him and gently rolled them over my hips. With a smile he said he would love to "but that would be against the rules". "To tease you and please you is why I am here, my oral services for your pleasure. Tonight was not about fucking but rather you cumming. No sex, just oral pleasures" He explained. Then he offered to make me cum again, telling me he would happily take my clit back into his mouth. Even though this thought sent a tingle through my wet pussy, I decided that a good fuck is what I wanted and declined his offer. With that he leaned into me and kissed my lips again, "As you wish" was his only reply and began to dress himself. I too dressed and attempted to make myself presentable, thus hiding any evidence of our little adventure. 

A few minutes later we were back at the bar sharing a subtle laugh and a cold beer. Shortly there after I left the bar and went directly home. My trusty toys would be the only cock I had in me that night. Not that I wasn't happy for what I got. Memories of that night and those orgasms would stay with me forever. Thanks to that man, a few new doors had been opened that others would eventually enjoy...

Please send me feedback about my first Lit submission, good bad or indifferent.

Your StoryTeller 



A Stranger In My House



Its finally Friday!! It had been a long day at work and what seemed to be an even longer ride home. Traffic was a mess and so was I. I was tired, my feet hurt and I was hungry. 

I was looking forward to a quick snack and a long, hot, bubble bath while listening to some soft, put you to sleep, kind of music. My husband was out of town for the weekend, so it was just me in the house. I had the whole weekend planned out, but I didn't plan what was about to happen to me. 

I slid the key in the lock to open the door, it had been raining so I was damp from the rain. I placed my coat and keys on the table next to the door and removed my shoes. I felt someone grab me from behind, and before I knew it, he had placed his hand over my mouth, and put a knife to my neck. 

"Don't say a word and do what I say or I will slice you from ear to ear." I looked down and saw the long shiny blade he was referring to. I shook my head in agreement. He was big, his voice was deep, his arms strong, he wrapped them around my body, with ease. His body hard against mine. His breath hot and heavy on my neck. 

My heart was pounding fiercely in my chest, I didn't know if I wanted to stand there and cry or fight back with all my might. A quick glance at his blade answered my question.

"I've been watching you for some time now, sweetheart. I know your husband works nights. I know you like to take long, candle lit, bubble baths, while you listen to music. I've watched you, while you lay in bed and pleasure yourself, because he is not there to pleasure you. At night you dream of me, waiting for me to come, waiting for me to take you." 

How could he be saying these things to me? How did this stranger, know me so well? How did he know my fantasies, my desires? How could he be so right? 

He placed something around my eyes, it was soft, silky. It smelled like my favorite husbands cologne, I assumed it was one of his ties. He placed my hands behind my back and guided me further into the house. I did not fight him, I did as he said, I was afraid of what he would do to me if I didn't. I was afraid of what he would do to me if I did. 

The walk seemed long but we quickly reached our destination. It was my bedroom, I could tell because the scent of my perfume still lingered in the air. He sat me down on my bed and told me that he was going to let go of my hands and that I would be sorry if I tried anything. 

"Please don't hurt me, I will do and give you what you want!" "What I want is you!" He released my hands and I quickly reached up to feel my face. "Don't take it off!! I don't want you to see who I am and what I am going to do to you." 

"What are you going to do to me?" 

"No, the question is....What are you going to do for me?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what did he have in store for me? 

I sat there quietly, I could hear was the rain against the window and the shuffling of clothes, his clothes. I felt him standing in front of me, I could hear him breathing. He took me and stood me up in front of him. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, exposing my neck. 

What was he going to do to me? I had done everything he wanted me to so far. I felt the cold, from the steel blade, pressing against my neck. 

"Just do as I say, and I will try not to hurt you too much."  I could feel my eyes fill up with tears and I knew that they would soon start to stream down my face. 

He placed his hand on my face, brushing away the one tear that had managed to find its way down my cheek. His hand remained on my face, brushing my lips with the tips of his fingers, then it slid down to my neck. I felt him close, I felt his hand run through my hair and his breath against my neck and in my ear. 

"You are beautiful, and you smell delicious. I've waited for so long for this very moment with you. To smell you, to touch you, to taste you."  The words ran through my body, intoxicating every part of me. Before I could say a word, he had placed his mouth against mine. 

His lips were soft and wet and his kiss was sweet and gentile. I tried to resist the tender way he kissed me but I soon realized that I could not fight it any longer. I opened my mouth, inviting him in, waiting to taste his mouth.  His tender kisses soon changed into deep, passionate ones. His tongue probing my mouth, looking for mine, looking to taste its sweetness. 

He took his hands, one behind my neck and one behind my back, and pressed my body into his. I could feel the heat from his body, now warming mine. I could feel his erect, throbbing, beast, pressed between us, sending shivers running down my body. 

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to touch this man, this monster, who had been watching me, stalking me. I placed my hands on his back, feeling the strength of every muscle that was holding me so close to him. 

Deeper his kisses became, even harder was his erection. My hands roamed his body freely, exploring every detail, every ripple of his muscles. His kisses moved from my mouth to my neck, where I eagerly waited to feel its wetness. 

He placed his hand on my neck and pushed me back, holding me in his arms, bringing my breasts in reach of his mouth. His face traveled down the center of my breasts, taking in the sweet scent of them. The same scent that filled the room. 

He reached down with one hand and started to unbutton my blouse. He quickly became agitated with the buttons and with one quick move, he ripped the blouse from my body, sending buttons flying across the room. 

His aggressiveness, and anger aroused me to the core, sending streams of excitement rushing through my body. How could I be so turned on by someone that can kill me with a quick swipe of his knife? How can I invite this stranger into my bed even though I have invited him into my dreams each and every night. 

Was he a stranger though? How could a stranger know me so well? How could he possibly know what I desired? I have dreamed of him, waited for him to come to me, and now he was here. 

My arousal was now intensifying, and I could feel my wetness start to flow from my valley.  Every touch, every flick of his tongue brought me closer. My nipples, sensitive and hard, waited to feel his wet lips, waited to be sucked. Only to be teased by him with light kisses and gentile strokes, that could barley be felt. Leaving me waiting, leaving me wanting more. My body ached to feel his touch, I wanted to feel his mouth on me, on my body. What he was doing to me was torture. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Get on the bed!" I told him. I pushed him down on the bed, feeling his naked body with my hands. "You've tortured me enough! I cant take this anymore." 

"No sweetheart, you don't call the shots around here, I'm the one with the knife!" 

"Yeah, you might have the knife but I've got this." I placed my body on top of his, placing his erect dick against my pussy. "Do you feel that? Does your dick like this wet pussy of mine?" I slowly started to grind my hips against his crotch. 

"OH YES." he said. I leaned in to kiss his mouth, he opened it, ready to take me in. I kissed him with an intense desire that raged inside of me. I wanted more of him, I wanted to taste his beast, I wanted him in my mouth. 

I positioned myself between his legs. Letting his cock run between my 38DDD, that swung like large pendulums over him, stroking his long thick shaft. He placed his hands on my breasts, wrapping them around his cock making sure they engulfed him completely. 

I could see the tip of his cock poke out as he slowly stroked it with my breasts. I reached down with my mouth and started to lick my breasts, making sure that he could feel the wetness of my tongue, making sure he knew my mouth was near. 

I lowered myself until my mouth was directly over his cock. "Do you want to feel your cock in my mouth? Do you want me to suck you? "  

"YES, YES!!" He was unaware of what he was in for. See, I love to suck cock!  I love to look into a mans eyes as I am sucking on him. I love to watch him, as I provide him with more pleasure than he thought was ever possible. And to be honest, I am very good at what I do. 

I slowly licked the tip of his cock as he let out a soft moan, which brought a smile to my face. I started to run my tongue down his long hard shaft, making my way to his balls, where I then started to suck on, as I stroked his cock. 

After some time had passed, I made my way back up his cock, finally reaching the large swollen head that sat at the top. I placed the head of his dick in my mouth, gently sucking on it while running my tongue under the tip of his mushroom head. Deeper and deeper I took him into my mouth, making sure I sucked in the whole length of his shaft. I felt the tip hit the back of my throat as I gagged, and he let out a gasp. 

My spit ran down his long cock like a waterfall, making it slick enough to jerk while I sucked on it. I started to suck on him, slowly, steady, keeping a pace that would drive any man insane with pleasure. He started to rock his hips with the same slow steady motion that I had been into. 

He placed his hands on my head, grabbing a handful of my hair, making sure I took in the whole length of him, making sure I couldn't pull away.  I gagged some more as he slammed his cock deeper into my mouth, over and over again, becoming more aggressive with each pass. I felt his cock swell and I knew that he was ready to explode. 

Did I want him to cum now?  Maybe he will leave once he's done? The thought made me pause for a second........ Do I want him to fuck me so badly, that Im willing to risk my life? I knew the answer. The burning desire that raged between my legs, was the answer.

"OH, please don't stop, this feels so good. Make me cum." He felt me start to slow down. I didn't want to stop, I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  

"I want to feel you inside of me, I want you to fuck me!" 

"My dick will stay hard for you after I cum. I will fuck you tonight."  He spoke those words with such desire and intensity. My pace quickened once again, making sure that his agony was not prolonged. Once again I could feel his dick swell, this time I would not stop, this time he would cum in my mouth. 

"I can feel it, its coming." His breathing became heavy, his body stiffened. "Here it comes baby." No sooner did he speak those words, I felt him explode his hot load into my mouth. Load after load of his cum ran down my throat as I swallowed every last drop. 

I expected him to go limp, especially after the amount of his juice, I had just taken in, but I was wrong. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it, causing it to become instantly hard again, as if nothing had just happened. 

"I told you that I would stay hard for you." And hard he was.  I reached up to take the blindfold off my eyes, so I could see the face that went with the deep voice I had been hearing for the last few hours. "Please don't take it off. It is very erotic and you are so sexy with it on." I too, found it extremely erotic and sensual. I left it on.  

It became quiet, in the room. I heard nothing, not the sound of the rain or the sound of his breathing. Did he leave? Was he gone? I was left with such an empty feeling, I was once again alone.  I got up, trying to feel my way around the room, not realizing that all I had to do was remove the blindfold. 

"You didn't think that I would leave, before making love to you, did you?"  

"The thought did cross my mind."  

"No, sweetheart, I wouldn't do that, I've saved the best for last." He guided me back to the bed. "Lay down for me." I did as he instructed. He took my hand. I felt him wrap something around my wrist, then my other wrist. He extended my arms over my head. He was tying my arms to my bed! 

"What are you doing? Please don't do this to me. I will not fight you, I promise." I shook my arms frantically. I had no choice in the matter, it was already done. I could not move my arms. 

"I've given you too much control sweetheart, now its my turn to have all the control." He positioned himself on top of me, continuing where we had left off. I still had on my skirt and panties, which he quickly removed with one swift tug. I could feel him grinding his thick, hard, cock against my still, very wet pussy. 

"Do you feel that? Does your pussy like this thick dick of mine?" 

"OH YES! I've been waiting for this all night. Please don't stop now." I wanted to touch him so badly. I pulled, tugged and fought to get free, but nothing worked. 

"You smell so good sweetheart, so delicious. I want to taste you, I want to eat you." 

He lifted his body off of mine and gently spread my legs, placing his body between them. My juices were now flowing freely as I felt his hot breath against my valley. I felt his wet kisses against my outer lips, his tongue finding its way inside my slit, stroking it slowly, savoring the taste of my juices. 

He spread my lips with his fingers exposing my creamy, pink, flesh that had been begging for him. He lowered his head, placing his lips against my throbbing, erect clit, licking and sucking it slowly. He slid his finger inside my pussy and slowly started to fuck me. After a few minutes he slid in another finger. 

He finger fucked me and sucked me for what seemed like hours. He moved slow enough to pleasure me but not fast enough to let me cum. He knew how to make the pleasure last. I heard him sucking something, but I didn't feel him sucking on me. 

He placed the tip of his finger against my tight, pink hole, and slowly slid it in. My body tightened up, and I pulled hard on my restraints, trying to prevent him from entering me any deeper. 

I never knew there could be such pleasure from being finger fucked in the ass. God, is this much pleasure even possible? He fucked me with one finger in my tight ass, two fingers in my pussy and he was still sucking on my clit. 

"OH MY GOD!!" I yelled. I could have never imagined such incredible pleasure. I was going to cum. NO! I was going to explode, like never before! I spread my legs even farther as I thrust myself into his mouth and fingers. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth now sweetheart. Let me taste your sweetness."

I felt the rush wash over my body as I exploded into an incredible orgasm. I bucked my hips against his mouth as he wrapped his arms around my hips, pressing himself deeper into me, making sure he sucked every last bit of my sweet juices. He held me tightly as the wave of ecstacy washed over me. 

I lay breathless. Wet from sweat. Drained of any energy that might have been left in my body. He raised his body from between my legs, lifting and spreading them as he got up. I felt him press the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. Slowly rubbing it against my still throbbing clit, even slower, he slid himself inside. 

He was so hard, so thick, he filled me completely. His motions were long and slow, and his pace was steady. 

"I told you I would fuck you tonight sweetheart." He did! He fucked me for hours, never letting up, never quickening his pace, never stopping to rest. Bringing me so close to orgasm each time, but slowing to let it pass.

For hours he thrust himself into my tight wet pussy, making sure I felt his complete length each and every time he pulled it out and slid it back in. 

For hours, we kissed passionately, tasting each others mouths, letting our tongues play freely. For hours, he sucked and caressed my breasts, licking my nipples, tasting their sweetness. For hours, he was no longer a stranger in my house, he was the man from my dreams. 

There he was, a stranger, a monster, an angel, making passionate love to me. Enjoying every stroke that slid deep inside me. Savoring every kiss that came from my mouth. Breathing in the scent of our sensual seduction. Our bodies could no longer hold on, we were now reaching the end of our long journey. 

His pace quickened, the only sounds heard was of our breathing and our bodies moving together as one. I wrapped my legs around his body, squeezing him and pulling him into me, as my orgasm shot through my body once again. He felt my pussy tighten around him, he could no longer hold on, and soon he too was in ecstacy as his body erupted from within.

"Please untie me now, I need to touch you!" I begged. He reached up and loosened the ties from around my wrists, freeing my hands from their restraints. Allowing me to wipe the sweat from his face and hold him tight, against me. 

The night had seemed so long and soon it was morning. The sun came up and there we were in each others arms, doing what seemed so natural to us. Something that started off so frightening, ended up being something truly beautiful. He kissed me sweetly and whispered in my ear. 

"I must go now sweetheart, but remember this, I will be watching you, and maybe one day soon, I will be with you again." I turned to kiss him but he was gone.  He had disappeared from my life as quickly and quietly as he had entered it. 

I spent the rest of the weekend thinking of him. Thinking of the stranger that came into my life and changed it forever. Sunday night came and my husband called me to let me know he was on his way home. I could never tell him what had happened to me. What would he say? What would he do? This had to remain my secret, Forever!

"Honey, Im home! Where are you?" 

"Im in the kitchen, making dinner." I responded. 

"How was your weekend, Baby? I've missed you." 

"It was fine, you know the usual stuff, nothing new." 

"Dinner almost done?" 

"It will be by the time you get out of the shower." I said with a chuckle. 

"I love the fact that you know me so well." 

"Yeah, and don't ever forget it!" 

We had dinner together, he told me how his trip was and that he had missed me. We watched a movie and went to bed. I knew that he was pretty tired from the trip and that he wouldn't be bothering me for sex. I was fine with that! How could I make love to my husband, after being seduced by the angel from my dreams

Weeks went by, and life as I knew it went back to "Normal" (whatever that is). I never spoke a word to my husband about the stranger that was in my house, our house. I continued on with my life as if nothing had happened, but something was different. I was different. I no longer felt alone at night. I knew that my angel was out there watching me, waiting to come to me again.

I came home early from work. I heard a voice coming from our bedroom. Could it be? Was it HIM? I was disappointed when I realized it was my husbands voice. He was talking to someone, but there was no one else in the room. He was on the phone. I stopped and listened.

"What went wrong?  No, she never mentioned a word to me about it!  Did you do what I told you to do? What did you do?  What do you mean you couldn't go through with it?  I paid you good money to do the job, to make sure she was terrified!  No, keep the damn money, I might need you again in the future."

What was he saying? He planned it all? He paid someone to attack me? Why would he do something like that to me? Why would he want me to feel terrified in my own home? And why didn't the "stranger" tell him everything? Why did he lie? Was what he had said to me true, did he really want me? Was I just a job to him or was I more.  

There were more questions than answers, but one thing is for sure. My husband got what he deserved! 

He hired someone to terrify me, but instead of paying someone to scare me to death, he paid someone to fuck me to death.................

 And that was worth every penny!!



A Stranger in Our Midst



Ever since I can remember, my ex-fiancée Chen and I had openly shared romantic fantasies that involved him watching while I entertained a strange man or two. It was one of many we shared over the course of a 2-year long-distance relationship whose physicality was sustained through creative use of phone sex. So, it wasn't too much of a stretch to say that, when I found myself in my early 30's with my frigid relationship dissolving, and in desperate need of a romantic jolt; I gave him a call. We made small talk and then I finally got to the point: would you be interested in helping me live out what we had always talked about? We hesitated- we had not seen each other in almost three years. The past and its unspoken hurts hung in the air. He thought about it a minute, then said "Sure, why not?" 

A few weeks passed while we worked out the logistics; he paid for a room in the only nearby city, where anonymity was possible, and I placed the ad, "Inter-racial couple seeks third man for a night of intense pleasure". Craigslist is a hit-or-miss resource, but it's free, and you can weed out wackos pretty well if you're careful. Half the neighborhood, I think, responded, but I whittled choices down and selected one, and we called him. A young Australian man had responded; he was a college student, D/D free, and loved to pleasure women for hours before going in for the kill. 

Chen and I met up without too much awkwardness. He hugged me warmly, and we went out to dinner. He looked older, and had put on a few pounds, but was still more or less exactly as I recalled. We spent several hours getting caught up on events and happenings, and by the end of the dinner, my nervousness was fading into the background. We were openly flirting like we had years ago, and were regaining the unspoken easy comfort with each other that we'd always shared. I had hesitated at first, as it is very easy to succumb to the prudish thoughts and expectations that have kept women's sexuality at bay for generations. 

Even though I was in a relationship with a man who did not love me, even though we hadn't had meaningful sex in six months, admonitions such as, "you made your bed now sleep in it" still sometimes crept into my life. Worse, a medical condition had left me 20 pounds heavier than the end of the previous year. I had, in short, never felt less sexy in my life. It took a few hours for me to get up the nerve to suggest we set out to meet our mysterious stranger and see where things led, and even then, my hopes weren't high that he'd even be interested once he met me. 

Tony turned out to be cute as Hell- short, but lean and rough built with great eyes, black hair, and powerful looking hands. We met him for a few drinks, and I liked him instantly. He was well dressed, had an easy manner to him, and was very thoughtful. His accent was an instant turn-on, as well, which did not hurt. Watching his hands cradle and absentmindedly caress his drink, I started wondering what they might feel like cradling other things, and let myself become lost in my reverie. We talked for about an hour, getting comfortable, none of us sure how to really begin this thing. 

Seated next to him, I was slowly warming to him- his presence, the heat from his body, the scent of his cologne. I waited until I was sure I could handle rejection, and I boldly ran my hand up his thigh, suddenly feeling a lovely hard-on bulging under his jeans. When I looked him in the eyes and asked him, "Well, do you think you're interested in our proposal?" the answer was a resounding, "Yes, I certainly am!" That's all it took- I was sold. Still nervous, but sold.

We left for the motel, 25 minutes away, and I rode in the backseat with Tony, while Chen drove. I was wearing a low cut top that exposed my cleavage nicely, and a long black skirt slit up almost to my hips. Tony immediately started kissing and licking my neck, while rubbing my thighs and calves. His hand slid over my body like silk. He stroked my sides, nibbled my neck, and delicately licked his tongue across my lips in a gentle and sexy kiss. I gasped as he buried his face in my décolletage, carefully moving my bra aside to suckle expertly on my nipples. I decided then that the time was now or never- if this was going to happen, I had to own the moment. I could not be the passive recipient who said, "it happened to me"- rather I had to be the catalyst of my own awakening, and accept the full consequences, good or bad, of my decision. I made the decision at that moment to plunge myself completely into this encounter, and see where it would take me. 

I deliberately lay back in the seat to give him better access, caressing my breasts and looking him in the eye in lustful challenge. In response, he worked my top down off my shoulders, tracing my right breast's outline with his tongue, before turning his attention again to pleasuring my rock-hard nipple. I was wearing my non-piercing nipple rings tight, and the combination of engorged throbbing flesh and his sucking and nibbling was intensely pleasuring. He slowly drew more of my generous breast into his mouth while his hand reached up underneath my skirt to lightly stroke my pussy. His middle finger found my slit, pried it apart, and teased it open. I arched my back in bliss, feeling my opening start to literally drip with anticipation, while Chen stole glances from the driver's seat and stroked himself. 

Tony respectfully worked my bra off, and completely buried his face in my tits, seemingly enraptured in their flesh and heft, letting their softness stroke his rough cheeks as he nuzzled into them. His right hand literally danced around my clit, pussy, and vaginal opening; now one finger in, then stroking the outside so lightly he has barely touching, now entering with three fingers and twisting to tease my G-spot. Each stroke of his talented fingers stoked an inner fire that was burning hotter and hotter,and I was soon lost in delight. I came to my senses long enough just to sit up and reach for the zipper of his jeans, gently tugging his member free. 

We carefully maneuvered into an awkward 69 position, and I inhaled his musky, unfamiliar scent as I deep-throated him in one plunge. He gasped, and I slowly drew back, wrapping my tongue around his shaft, lazily circling the trunk, and stroking every vein with my tongue's broad surface. I located the sweet spot below his cockhead and flicked it insistently with the tip of my tongue, then settled in to repeat the motions and lap at the tiny slit on top for a taste of pre-come. He repaid the favor by lowering his lips to my nether ones, and tickled my clit just once with them, jolting me like an electric current. His tongue traced the contours and outlines of my neatly trimmed cunt, teasing me, titillating me and leaving me wanting more. Every so often, his tongue would dip deliciously straight into my opening, and he'd hold it there, as if savoring my flavor, before slowly lapping away the juices that were threatening to explode. I spread my legs as wide as I could in this position, never before having felt so frankly and delectably slutty before in my life. We deliciously ate each other thus, each trying to outdo the other in sensations given, until we reached the motel. I quickly rearranged myself just long enough to get into the room. 

Once inside, Chen joined in the action by standing behind me, pressing his hard-on against my ass, and stroking and hefting my now braless breasts from behind. After removing my shirt, he ran his calloused hands down the front of my thighs, lifting my skirt, and held my pussy lips open in deliberate invitation; all while grinding himself against me. Tony busied himself with kneeling and ferociously lapping away at my sweet dripping cunt from below while Chen massaged my clit and offered me to him. 

My heart pounded, and I gasped and shook with sheer lust and desire. Chen's familiar embrace was giving me the strength to relax into my animal self, and this talented stranger's touch was tapping into my deep wells of feminine carnal energy. My inner thighs were wet from the attention, and my womb felt like it was expanding to fill my entire body with its powerful need. I spread my legs and let Chen hold me up as I went weak in the knees. 

Chen finally laid me on one of the beds in the room, settling me down so my head was leaning back over the edge. He wasted no time inserting his dick into my mouth, pushing in up to his balls with a single thrust, growling, "Oh you're such a good little cocksucker!" I took him in, and tried to focus on pleasuring his wide girth. His balls rested on my chin as he forced his member deep into my mouth, letting up occasionally for em to breathe, and trying not to gag me too badly. 

Tony meanwhile placed a pillow under my hips, and resumed his meal. Now that he had better access, he licked me slowly and deliberately from my lower spine to my clit, not missing a spot in between. I was in heaven. His tongue flickered into my pulsating asshole, lashed my clit, circled my labia, and licked the liquid off the walls of my inner tunnel, as if he were trying to drink from my gushing cervix while he held me open with both hands. My hips thrashed uncontrollably, and only Chen's cock in my throat kept me from screaming in ecstasy! I was delirious with desire. My liquid was drenching the pillow below me, I was shivering with delight, my nipples throbbed and ached more than they ever had before, and I was starting to orgasm. Which made Tony stop what he was doing and wait patiently for me to calm down.

Chen continued to methodically thrust in and out of my mouth while playing with my hair and tits, but Tony pulled away from my crotch and starting massaging my feet, calves, and ankles instead. He played my body like a finely tuned instrument, holding me just at the brink of coming but not letting me get there. He slowly licked each of my toes, then kissed his way up my shins, knees, and inner thighs, stopping just short of my most sensitive and delicate spots. He'd finish one leg and start the other, in absolutely no rush. This continued until I was just getting used to the attention. 

Wordlessly, he and Chen then switched places, and I was delighted to have his longer, slightly thinner dick to pleasure with my mouth, while Chen greedily spread my legs and buried his head between them. He was like an animal in comparison to Tony's measured, artistic style. My body responded equally to both of them; I couldn't even begin to differentiate. I would have begged for anyone's cock to fill me had I been able to speak! Chen buried four fingers in my sloppy wetness, using the other hand to carefully work my ass open, the way he knew I liked. Tony stroked his shaft along my face, and breasts, and played with my mouth. I licked his cock, stroked it, suckled his ball sack, lapped at his perineum, and fingered his ass, in turn. He leaned forward, crawling on top of me, and kissed my navel, the curves of my hips, and my abdomen. He nibbled and bit my pelvis. He was as unhurried in his desire as Chen was bursting with his. 

The winner of course, was myself, as I lay there in complete bliss. Unbelievably, none of us had come yet. I felt Tony's shaft grow hotter and thicker in my mouth as I continued to work him with all the skill I had, trying to give back some of what he was giving me. Chen was meanwhile devouring me with ragged breaths, holding me open with two hands while he thrust his tongue in and out of my drenched hole. 

Chen backed away as Tony finally rolled over on top of me, repositioning my body more or less lengthwise. He grasped my breasts almost reverently in both hands as he kissed me deeply and longingly. I tasted my sweet self on his tongue, and kissed back with all my might. I was wetter than I'd ever been before in my life, and Chen's recent attentions had left me gaping. 

Tony slid in without even interrupting his kiss. I felt his hot penis enter like a hot knife in butter. He pumped me and held it, then pumped some more, held it, thrust deeper, thrust up, and started over. My body started to orgasm and didn't stop for at least five minutes, only continued to grow deeper and more insistent. I grabbed Tony's ass and tried to pull his whole body into mine. My pussy spasmed and twitched to accommodate his every move, every stroke, every centimeter. My back arched wildly while he quickened and slowed his pace and honed my mounting urgency to a keen edge. I could have fucked a telephone pole by the time he was done. After several incredible minutes like this, I gripped him tight with my PC muscles, clasping his cock as hard as I ever grabbed anything, and he shrieked his pleasure as he blasted his come into me. His seed only fertilized my mounting desire for male cock. Drenched with sweat and come, I lay panting like a complete whore on the bed. Any inhibition I'd had when we started was gone. I absently rubbed myself and enjoyed the feeling of a stranger's come dripping out of my still twitching cunt. 

No sooner had I stopped gasping for air than Chen jumped on top of me and entered my sloshing pussy, cursing incoherently with lust as he pounded me into the headboard. I let myself delve even deeper into the fantasy with his familiar body on top of mine. The bed rattled the walls, I screamed as I came again, and the workers 5 doors down in the lobby probably heard us as we worked each other into a repeated frenzy! 

Still we weren't done, and the part I'd been anticipating for years finally happened. Chen rolled over, and I straddled his wide hips with my strong thighs, riding his member like a bronc-buster. His cock slid straight up into me as Tony's come ran out and pooled below me. I leaned back, and rubbed my breasts, dangling with their sparking nipple rings, against Chen's face while he nuzzled and sucked and bit them. My hair fell in a cloud around me, adding to the exotic flavor of the situation. My body was tense as I waited for my last treat. 

Finally, I was rewarded with my ultimate fantasy, when I felt Tony wordlessly press his cock against my loosened asshole and gently slide his way in to my back entrance. He grasped my hips and thrust in time to Chen's thrusts from below. Both men alternated strokes, and I felt their dicks rubbing together inside me through the slight membrane that separated them. I may have actually slipped into unconsciousness as they worked me over. Faster and faster they moved in me, and I felt the crescendo of yet another orgasm rise in me. I was helpless, pinned between them, the scent of our mingled sexes overwhelmingly powerful in the air. I love the crude smell of a man in heat; it makes me hotter than just about anything. Both of them so near; Chen's wide chest and Tony's sculpted lean one, had me dizzy. 

I leaned back into Tony and purred, while he lifted my breasts, twisted my nipples and offered them into Chen's open mouth. Chen came first, and his load blasted up into and out of me in raw, pulsing streams while I convulsed in a state beyond any I have ever felt before. I made sounds that I didn't know my throat was capable of. My orgasm ripped through me so intensely I almost missed Tony's second coming when his cock started to throb, but savored every second as he suddenly buried it to the hilt in my tight passage and exploded his second load of the night into my welcoming hole. My ass, pussy, nipples, cervix, and heart throbbed in time to the pulsations of his cock, and I swear time stood still while my entire body went rigid with the apex of the most extreme orgasm of my life. 

I almost cried out with a sense of loss as he extricated his spent member from my opening, but he read my need and lay down beside me, taking me away from Chen and into his arms, holding me close to his sweaty naked body. He traced his hand over my heart and kissed my neck as I fell asleep. 

I dozed right where I was for about 20 minutes, as my heartbeat returned to normal and my muscled slackened. I was awakened to Tony still holding me, gently running his fingers down my spine, kissing my neck and face, and caressing my body's curves. I turned to him, and we made love two more times like we had known each other our entire lives. I had come here hoping to rekindle my sex drive, and instead I felt the life force of the kundalini laying claim to my body. Tony successfully reawakened every desire I had ever felt, while Chen was forced to content himself with watching me give this man the best lovemaking of my life. Tony took my pussy and ass in succession, murmuring the whole while how lovely it was to be with someone as responsive as me. 

I in turn marveled at how perfect his beautiful cock was while I went down on him again. I relished in sucking his nipples, and bit his shoulder hard as we came together. I relinquished my will to him, surrendering to his hips and tongue and insistent cock. He was gentle, and unhurried, and passionate in his attentions, and in return I was awesome in my fully summoned sexual power. We spent all night wrapped in each other's arms. I'm sure Chen felt like a third wheel that night but I couldn't help it- he and I had all the time in the world to rediscover our passion for each other. I was trying to burn the sensations of Tony's touch into my DNA, instilling a lesson that would hopefully reach all the way to my unborn daughters as they investigated the sacred call of a woman's sexuality for themselves.

I wanted to reclaim the physical authority that had been denied my gender for so long, and hold it as close as I held his body. My one and only regret is that I never saw Tony again after that night, as he went back to Australia a month later. I would have followed him to the ends of the earth for another night like that one. I am sure wherever he is he is making another woman very, very happy. For me, Tony was an unexpected gift that I was smart enough to accept with eyes open, both hands outstretched, and legs spread wide in trust. He reminded me to always seek perfection in all my relationships, and demand what was rightfully mine. He made me feel like a woman of power again.



A Stranger in Paradise



Miranda was in beautiful Cabo San Lucas on vacation. A well deserved vacation since she hadn't taken one in three years. Now was the perfect timing since she had just split up with her boyfriend before she left. She had been here for six wonderful days and wasn't ready to leave but tomorrow was her last day. She was sunning on the beach when she saw him. A God, the most gorgeous man she had ever seen! He had long, dark, wavy hair, beautiful bronzed skin, and muscles protruding everywhere. Miranda thought she was dreaming until he looked directly at her and smiled the wickedest smile she had ever seen. He walked up and picked up his towel which was lying right beside her never saying a word. Miranda stared at his gorgeous, tight ass as he walked away wondering what it would be like to hold onto that ass while he was pumping his hot cock into her. 

"Snap out of it girl you are dreaming, you are never going to see him again." she thought to herself.

She leaned back dreaming of him a little longer before going back to her hotel room.

Later that night there was a party on the beach thrown by the hotel. At first Miranda wasn't going to go to the party but then she figured what the hell she needed to get laid at least once on this vacation before she left tomorrow. She showered and put on a sexy purple flowered sundress and sandals. She wore her long, blonde hair up on top of her head because it was a hot, muggy night. She went down to the party. There was a lot of people, loud music, and alcohol. She went over to the bar to get a drink. When she looked up he was staring at her from across the beach. 

"Oh shit, it's the gorgeous God from earlier today. What do I do?" she thought to herself. 

Before she could move he was standing in front of her. He took her drink and her hand and led her away from the party. They walked on the beach for quite a while without ever saying a word. They stopped at a small secluded area back off the beach. There was a beautiful waterfall and a beautiful moonlight. He turned to face her and kissed her with the most passion she had ever felt. Her knees were buckling beneath her.

Then he said, "I have wanted you since I first saw you this morning lying in the sun. You looked so sexy like you were lying there just for me."

Miranda stood there silent for a moment before she replied, "I am all yours for tonight."

He kissed her again with more fierceness this time like he couldn't get enough of her. She knew she would never get enough of him. She was already dripping wet and aching so badly for him. He pressed against her and she could feel his rock hard cock bulging through his pants needing, wanting to be set free. Just as she started to unbutton his pants he walked away from her tore off all of his clothes and jumped into the water. 

He smiled that wicked smile at her and said, "Are you coming or are you just going to stand there?"

Before she knew it Miranda was naked and in the water pressed against him. They kissed feverishly and then swam under the waterfall where they kissed even more. She could still feel his rock hard cock pressed against her belly. She groaned wanting him inside of her. She reached down and grabbed his cock taking him by surprise. She stroked him and caressed him until she thought he would explode. He groaned loudly with pleasure. He grabbed her by her ass and pushed his cock between her legs.

"I can't take it anymore you are driving me fucking crazy! I have to have you now!" he told her.

"I want you inside of me, deep inside of me now." she replied.

In one swift moment he was inside of her. He felt so good she didn't know how long she would last. 

"Oh my God you feel so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me now!" she screamed at him.

He did just that plunging deeper and deeper into her unto he thought he would be lost forever inside of her. He moaned so loudly she thought the whole island would hear. She wrapped her legs around him leaning back into the water. He thrusted harder and harder into her while she rubbed her clit. He watched her rubbing her clit and he couldn't take it any longer.

"If you don't quit rubbing your clit I am going to cum!" he told her.

"Good fuck me hard and release your hot, sticky cum inside of me. I want all of it. I want you to fill me up." she answered.

"Oh fuck," he hollered "I am going to cum!"

"Oh yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as she came on his hard stiff cock.

At the same time Miranda felt his warm cum filling her wet, dripping pussy. She didn't think it was ever going to stop. She leaned back up hugging him tightly and kissing him lightly on the lips. 

"Now what?" she asked. "Do I even get a name?"

"It is Carlos." he replied. "And yours?"

"I'm Miranda. It's very, very nice to meet you Carlos." she answered.

They swam for a little while longer making love many more times that night. 

The next morning he was gone leaving her a note saying "Glad we met hope I made your vacation fun and memorable. Love, Carlos"

"You have no idea how fun and memorable" she thought as she grabbed her belongings and left the room. On the flight home she thought about him and how this vacation had turned out to be quite enjoyable and one she would never forget.



A Stranger in the Night



Tammy walked out of the bar both coughing up from the intense smoke and wondering where on Earth she had parked her car.

"You lost?" asked a voice in the shadow of the parking lot. 

Tammy turned around quickly to see a man, dressed in jeans and a dirty jean jacket, staring at her, as he stepped on his used cigarette butt.

"Ummm, yeah, I can't remember where I parked the damn thing," she said, scanning the crowded parking lot. 

"Well, let's see, what kind of car is it and what color is it?" he asked.

"It's a black camaro," she answered, stepping back as the stranger stepped forward, out of the shadows.

"It's right over there," he said, pointing to her car in the far corner of the lot.

"Thanks," she said, walking towards her vehicle, but hearing footsteps behind her.

She quickly flipped around and saw the stranger following closely behind her.

"Is there something you needed?" she asked, half turning towards him.

"Well, I figure since I helped you find your car, the least you can do is give me a ride," he said, inching closer towards her.

"Look, I appreciate the help, but I don't know you and I'm not about to give some strange guy that was hanging out in a bar parking lot a ride, I'm sorry," she said, fumbling around in her purse for her car keys.

"Look, lady, you owe me," he said, becoming very agitated, "I didn't have to help you at all, I was just being nice."

"And, like I said, I appreciate your help, but I'm not giving you a ride," she repeated, sliding her key into the door lock.

Just then, the man walked up behind her, placing his hand on top of hers, "It's just a ride, I'm not asking you for a kidney here."

Tammy began to get very frightened, "Look, if you don't leave me alone, I'm gonna scream."

"Go ahead and scream, lady," he said, "There's no one out here and the nearest police station is almost 30 miles away."

She took a deep breath, and against her better judgement, she gave in and agreed to give him a ride, knowing he would not leave her alone otherwise.

"Okay, I'll give you a ride, where is it you need to go?" she asked, walking around and unlocking the passenger side door.

"Just up the road, no more then 10 miles," he said, giving her a strange grin as he climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

Tammy got into the driver's seat, but made sure she left her door unlocked as they pulled out of the parking lot. 

"Listen, I appreciate this," he said, lighting up another cigarette, "It's not exactly safe walking home in the dark around here."

"It's no big deal," she said, keeping one eye on him and one eye on the road, "Just let me know where to go."

After a few minutes, the man introduced himself as Larry. He was divorced, no children and lived alone in the woods. He said he enjoyed the solitude, but every now and then he'd wander up to the bar for a beer or two and a game of pool. 

Tammy offered no personal information about herself, nor did she care about this man or his story. She just wanted him out of her car and to get home to a nice warm bath and her big king size bed.

"This is it right up here," he said, pointing to a long, dark driveway to the left.

Tammy slowly pulled into the driveway and came to a stop, refusing to pull all the way up to Larry's house.

"Thanks for the lift, ma'am," he said, climbing out of her car.

"It's no problem, have a nice night, Larry," she said, slowly backing out of his yard, thankful he was gone and she was not far from home herself.

A week later, the telephone rang.....

"Hello?" she said, standing in nothing but her satin robe, fresh from a hot shower, "Hello?"

No one spoke, but she could hear someone breathing. After a few more hello's, Tammy slammed the phone down, aggravated with the mystery caller.

A few minutes later, the phone rang again, only ringing once this time though. 

This repeated five more times throughout the night, until finally Tammy unplugged the phone, deciding she'd never get any sleep with that going on. 

The next night, she was curled up on the couch, watching a sappy chick flick, when there came a knock on the door.

Tammy looked at the clock, confused as to who would be at her door at almost midnight. She put the T.V. on mute, and slowly made her way to the front door.

"Who is it?" she asked, tying the belt on her robe.

No answer, but she could definitely see a shadow through the blinds in the front window.

"I said, who is it?" she repeated, slowly unlocking the locks on the front door.

Again, no answer.

Finally, she opened the door, aggravated at someone playing games with her at this hour of the night, and who would be standing there?

Larry ...... the persistant man from the bar.

"Oh my God, how did you find me?" she asked, keeping the door half closed and a tight grip on her robe.

"Let me in, Tammy Simms," he said, blowing the last of the smoke from his cigarette into her face.

"How did you know my name?" she asked, pulling the door closer to her body.

"I said, let me in," he repeated, taking a step closer to her.

"No, I don't think so, I think you need to leave," she said, slowly closing the door.

But, Larry wasn't having this. He put his foot up to the door, disabling her from closing it completely.

"Do I have to repeat myself a third time?" he asked, pushing his body weight into the door, "Let me in, damnit."

Tammy became very scared and decided it was probably best to do as he asked.

After Larry pushed his way in completely, he slammed the door shut, locking it tightly and staring around, taking in Tammy's house.

"You've got a nice house, you must have a great job," he said, plopping down on the oversized sofa.

"I'm an accountant," she said, standing across the room, next to the fireplace, "How did you find me?"

"Wasn't hard," he said, "While you were busy driving, the other night, I snatched your wallet from your purse. Didn't you realize it was missing?"

Tammy almost stopped breathing. She had indeed noticed her wallet was missing and had already called the police and filed a report. Thankfully, she had also cancelled her credit cards. Unfortunately, Larry now had her driver's license and social security number.

"What do you want from me?" she asked, still gripping her robe closed tightly.

"I don't want much, baby," he said in a low voice, "Just some attention is all. It gets mighty lonely back in those woods. Nobody to talk to. No woman to keep me happy and satisfied. But that's where you come in."

"What the hell are you talking about?" she asked.

"Plain and simple, Tammy darlin, I need to get laid," he said, standing up and removing his jacket, tossing it across the living room.

"You're fucking crazy," she said, walking over to the telephone in the kitchen.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, quickly following her, "This doesn't have to get ugly, baby."

"I'm not your baby," she snapped, as he grabbed the phone, tossing it down the hallway.

"God, you smell nice," he said, slithering up behind her and sniffing her hair, "I've been watching you for the past week. I see those sexy outfits you wear to work. You must have all the guys at your job jacking off in the bathrooms thinking about you."

"Get away from me, you make me sick," she hissed, pushing away from him, trying to escape.

Larry grabbed Tammy's hands, planting them hard on the kitchen countertop, pressing her knuckles into the wood, "I told you, this doesn't have to get ugly, but it will if you insist on being a bitch."

He released her hands and began slowly untying the belt to her robe, letting it gently glide off her shoulders and onto the kitchen floor. He sniffed her skin, taking in her sweet, erotic scent, instantly making his cock hard as steel.

Tammy could feel Larry's cock pressing into her ass. He felt huge and she began to get scared, wondering what his next move was gonna be.

"Turn around and face me, baby," he whispered, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and releasing the zipper.

With shaky legs and tearful eyes, Tammy obeyed, slowly turning to face Larry. Inside, she cursed herself repeatedly for even being at that bar that night. If she hadn't, she wouldn't be in this mess right now. 

"God, you got a gorgeous body, you know that?" he asked, slowly shoving his dirty jeans down to his ankles, revealing that he did not wear anything underneath, "How long has it been since a man's had his cock in you, baby? Huh?"

"That's none of your business," she said, feeling very violated and slutty right now, wishing to God someone would knock on the door and save her from what she knew was going to happen.

"That long, huh?" he said, with a shit eating grin on his face, slowly jacking his cock in his large, calloused hand.

He again walked closer to her, close enough that her nipples grazed his chest, and his cock tip brushed the hair on her pussy.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, next to Tammy's bath robe. They now, were both naked and Larry had his sights set on the beautiful Tammy Simms.

He reached up and gently pinched her erect nipples, rolling them in his fingertips and groaning softly as his cock hardened even more.

"You've got the sexiest tits I've ever seen, Tammy," he whispered, getting his mouth just inches from her right ear, "Makes my cock drool just touching your sexy nipples."

Tammy closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, trying desperately to keep from crying and showing any fear.

"Turn around," he said, sliding his hands down to her hips, "I want your back facing me."

Still, with her eyes tightly closed, Tammy obeyed and turned around, quickly grabbing for the countertop.

"That's it, baby, now lean forward some, let me see that sexy ass of yours," he hissed, slowly rubbing each of her ass cheeks and giving them a light slap.

"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.

"I'm not here to hurt you, baby," he said, "I told you, I'm just here for a little attention."

And with that said, Larry slowly slid down to his knees, dragging his calloused hands down the length of Tammy's naked body.

"Oh fuck yeah," he whispered, eyeing her naked, trembling ass, "I knew you'd have a sexy ass."

Larry slithered his tongue upwards, instantly tickling Tammy's asshole, teasing her rim and making her legs even more wobbly.

"You like that, huh?" he said, looking up at her, "I knew you would."

He gently rubbed her warm ass cheeks, as he spread them apart, making her asshole wider for his tongue. He dipped his mouth all around her virgin rim, dipping his tongue in and out, lapping around the hole and onto each ass cheek. 

Hard as she tried, Tammy couldn't deny that this was making her pussy wet. She had always enjoyed sex very much, and apparently, this time would be no different. 

Larry sat up on his knees, massaging her ass and kissing each cheek as he slid a finger deep into her hole, causing her to groan like a slut in heat. Tammy leaned forward and thrusted her ass out further, as if to say, "Take it, it's yours."

Larry continued fingering her asshole, digging in, knuckle deep and twisting, forcing the hole to open wider. 

Finally, when neither Tammy, nor Larry, could stand it any longer, he ripped his finger from her asshole and shoved it into her mouth. 

He stood behind her, placing one hand on the small of her back, slowly pushing her face first into the counter top, and the other hand on his cock, using it to guide him directly into her sloppy wet pussy.

"You ready for me?" he asked, slowly pushing his thick cock tip to her engorged pussy lips.

"Yes, take me, Larry," she groaned breathlessly, no longer wanting to fight him.

"Oh, I plan on taking you, baby," he hissed, violently shoving his thick rod deep into her warm, tight cunt.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she groaned, again biting her bottom lip, trying to adjust to Larry's oversized cock.

Larry grabbed both of Tammy's hips, using them to push his cock that much further inside her. He pumped his way all the way until his cock tip bumped into her womb, causing her to cry out, but he never let up. He fucked her straight into the counter top's edge, using her groans as fuel to fuck her faster and harder.

"Fuck, I've never felt a cunt like yours, bitch," he groaned, fucking further into her pussy, feeling her walls clench his cock, then release.

"Don't stop, Larry," she begged, feeling her legs becoming rubbery and her cunt opening like a spring flower. 

She could feel his cock tip slamming into her womb, provoking her own orgasm. She climbed up onto the counter top and got on all 4's, feeling very slutty and wanting so badly to cum.

"MMMMMM, that's it, baby, now you're gettin into it," he said, pulling his cock from her pussy and, without warning, jamming it into her virgin asshole.

"OH GOD!!!" she screamed, sitting up and arching her back.

She had never had a cock in her asshole because she had heard, from her friends, that it was painful, so she had always denied her past boyfriends access to it.

Again, Larry slid his cock from her, only this time, instructing her to climb down from the counter top and get into the living room.

Tammy quickly obeyed and returned to the living room, again, unsure of what Larry's next move would be.

"As much as I wanna fucking cum," he said, "I don't want this shit to end right now."

Tammy stood in the middle of the living room, both horny and confused. Then what was it that Larry wanted?

"Come suck me off," he said, in a nasty tone, "C'mon, you're a whore, I just saw that, now suck me off."

Tammy took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Larry, who was standing there, jacking himself off.

She slid to her knees, instantly smelling her own scent on his cock and balls. She grabbed his cock and slowly pushed her tongue into his wet cock slit, forcing it open. 

Larry groaned and pulled Tammy's hair, shoving her mouth down, almost gagging her.

"That's it, baby, suck me off good," he groaned, pumping his hips and fucking her mouth slowly.

Hard as she tried, Tammy could not move, only enough to slide Larry's cock to just the tip, then back down to the base. 

He was so thick, he gagged her each time his cock slithered into her throat, bumping her tonsils repeatedly.

"Rub my balls," he whispered, "Rub them good, slut."

Tammy shuddered each time he called her a slut or baby. She wasn't either one of those things and it made her feel dirty hearing him call her that. But, she did obey him and she kept right on sucking his thick meat, even though it was tough not to vomit.

"Oh, God," he groaned, pumping his hips a bit faster, "Won't be long now. Make me cum, bitch."

Tammy slid her mouth to his cock tip, again shoving her tongue inside the slit, forcing it open and blowing warm air into it. Then slowly, dragging her tongue and lips down his shaft, massaging each protruding vein on the underside as her fingers rolled and teased his warm, tight balls. She slithered her tongue to his wet, hairy cock base, flicking it and teasing it in small circles, lapping up her ass and pussy juices from his flesh.

"Fuck, I'm fixin to cum!!!" he shouted, "Don't stop, baby, don't stop!!"

Tammy continued her assault on Larry's cock, teasing and sucking, lapping and kissing, all the while rubbing and massaging the cum that was locked inside his nut sack. 

Seconds later, Larry unloaded with a loud yell and a hard shove of his hand on the back of her head. He pumped and pumped thick, hot salty ropes of his seed deep into her throat, gagging her with the metallic taste. But she never missed a drop. She continued massaging his balls right through his orgasm, only making it that much more intense and that much more cum she had to swallow.

"Fuck!!!!" he screamed, as the last of his seed sprayed into Tammy's throat, "I've never had a blowjob like that. You've got to be a professional at that shit."

Tammy reached up and wiped her mouth clean, begging Larry to let her get something to drink.

"Sure, baby, get me something too, then I'm gonna bend you over this here couch," he said, watching her naked ass disappear into the kitchen.

Tammy re-emerged from the kitchen, carrying two sodas and feeling very queasy now.

"You don't look so good, baby," he laughed, taking a drink of his Coke.

She didn't respond, she just kept drinking her Coke, hoping the fizz would kill the nausea she was now experiencing.

"Sit over there and spread your legs," he said, after a loud, offensive belch.

"Why?" she asked.

"Just do it, I wanna see inside your cunt, baby," he said, reaching over to his jacket and taking out his cigarettes.

Tammy was confused, but was not about to cross Larry.

She went to the middle of the living room floor and laid down, spreading her long legs and pulling her pussy lips open with her slender fingers.

"Oh fuck, that looks so fucking sexy," said Larry, taking a long drag from his cigarette and stroking his cock, "Beg me to fuck you, bitch."

Tammy hesitated, for a moment, until she saw Larry getting up from his seat.

"Please, please fuck me, Larry. I love your cock. I want it in me all the time. I'll do anything, anything at all, just please fuck me," she chanted, over and over.

"You've done this before," he said, smiling and taking another drag from his cigarette.

Tammy felt humiliated and degraded, but nothing was worse then the fear she had if she crossed him. He obviously was not right in the head to begin with and she was not about to piss him off.

"Get your slutty ass up and bend over that damn couch," he ordered, slamming his half smoked cigarette into the soda can.

Within seconds, Tammy was again bent over, only this time she wouldn't have a hard wooden counter top gouging into her hips.

She gripped the soft material of her couch with her clenched fists, feeling Larry's body heat coming up behind her. Then the familiar feeling of his calloused hands, again on her hips. She closed her eyes and again, prepared to have his massive cock inside her.

"I'm gonna knock you up, Tammy," he whispered, then quickly shoved his cock deep into her sloppy wet cunt.

"What?!?!?!?" she said, instantly opening her eyes and trying to turn around.

"Shut up," hissed Larry, "You heard me just fine. I'm gonna knock you up!"

"NO, Larry, Please, NO!!!!" she begged, "Please, I don't wanna have your baby!!!"

"You aint got no choice here, bitch, now shut the fuck up so I can get off again," he groaned, pumping violently into her pussy, sending the couch back and forth with the rythm of his thrusts.

"Larry!!! Stop!!!" she screamed, crying and pleading with him to have mercy on her, "Please!! Please!! Don't cum inside me!!!!"

"Shut up!!!" he yelled, grabbing her hair and pulling it, wrapping it around his thick fingers, "I'm so close, baby!!! So fucking close!!!"

Tammy's body was again betraying her. She could feel the cool air from the air conditioner dancing across her pussy, and she knew, her cunt was sloppy wet. Her nipples had become hard as ice and another orgasm was creeping up. She gripped the arm of the couch, almost ripping it with her force as her body trembled, even her thighs jumped. Her stomach began to flip and her eyes again rolled into her skull. Larry's cock was just too hard to resist, and at this point, she couldn't care less where he came, just as long as he did cum.

"Oh fuck, Tammy!!!" he yelled, "I'm gonna cum again, bitch!!"

"Cum!! Cum!!!" she chanted, bucking her hips and fucking back into him, "Please, Larry!!! Please, fucking cum in me!!!"

"Oh shit!!!!" he screamed, again releasing his seed, this time deep into Tammy's womb, instantly claiming her body as his, making sure not one single drop escaped the clenches of her soaked cunt.

"OH!!! OH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" she screamed, as her orgasm kicked in and sent her completely over the edge. 




A Stranger in the Night



Her mind was blank and the room spun as Larry's warm seed made its home deep within her pussy. She couldn't catch her breath and she no longer cared if she got pregnant. She had never experienced such an intense orgasm. At this point, she had no cares.

Moments passed and finally, the pair re-gained their composure and Larry pulled his jeans up and went to the kitchen to retrieve his shirt.

"It was great, but I'm outta here," he said, tucking his shirt into his jeans and putting his dirty jacket back on.

"What? So that's it? You get your rocks off then just leave?" she said, slowly re-tying the belt on her robe.

"Yep," he said, lighting up another cigarette, "What did you expect? A relationship?"

And just like that, he was gone, but not before he threw her wallet on the couch, complete with everything he had stolen from her. 

"By the way, I left you a 50 in there, you were great," he said, opening the front door and laughing.

"FUCK YOU!!!" she screamed, slamming the door shut. 

Tammy fell to the floor, weeping hysterically, unable to understand, how just two hours ago, she had been watching T.V. now she was nothing more then a cheap whore.

And, true to his word, Larry did indeed get Tammy pregnant. Nine months later, she gave birth to a son she named Michael. She never spoke of Larry, nor did she offer any details to anyone, including her son, as to whom the father was. All she'd ever say is, "He was someone I knew for awhile."

Just goes to show you ........ Not only should you never accept rides from strangers, you should never give rides to strangers.



A Stranger In The Night



It is late and the night is warm. You go to bed early, there is no one home as they are at sleep overs and traveling. You are all alone. 

It is a warm spring night and you decide to take a shower allowing the cooling water to cascade over your body. In the shower you take the hand held shower head and use the cool streaming water to hit your nipples and slowly you bring it to between your legs as you allow the water to excite you private areas. 

You first aim it at your pussy which is bare and hairless which increases the sensitivity. It feels so sensitive and inviting. You then slowly move it to your hardening clit as the sensation overcomes you into a slowly building orgasm. The feeling is wonderful as it slowly brings you to a hard climax. You thank God for making the hand held shower head, little did that person realize the use it really has. You turn on the shower head and continue to bask in the glow of your orgasm as the water cascades down your body running over your sensitive hardened nipples and flowing over your pussy as the water drops to the shower floor. 

You get out of the shower and dry yourself off, and go to your bedroom where you decide to lay on the sheets without any clothes and allow the cooling night air to bathe you in comfort and coolness. Your orgasm slowly lulling your to sleep. You fall soundly asleep. 

Several hours later you here a thud, thump and crash. You are startled awake. There is someone in the room. You don't know what has happened and before you can get up to investigate a gloved hand covers your mouth and another hand grabs your hands. He comes up next to you and has a mask covering his eyes only. He has light brown hair and a strong jaw line, with sensuous eyes and mouth. He asks if there is anyone else in the house and you say no, not thinking that maybe you should say something else. He is 6' tall, and is wearing a black T-shirt and black pants. He is looking at you in your nakedness, and you see only his mouth and his eyes. There is something there that arouses you. He says he is not here to hurt you or to rape you, he is not forcing himself on you, he ask you where the jewelry or money is. He will remove his hand from your mouth and he says if you scream he will have to get rough and hurt you. You shake your head you understand. You tell him there is no jewelry in the house, but you have about $400.00 in your purse that he can have, just don't hurt you.

This situation is starting to arouse you. A stranger with those sensual eyes and lips, your naked, hot, your nipples are very hard, your pussy lips are swelling and getting very wet. Why you are thinking to yourself.

He says he has to tie your hands and cover your mouth. He uses duct tape to tie your hands over your head to the headboard, and takes another piece to cover your mouth.. You lay still as he goes to your purse, and takes out the cash. You look at him and he looks at you. You lay there with your nipples hard as rocks, and your pussy getting wet from the fear and the excitement, ohhhh the excitement. You stare at him and start to involuntarily spread your legs exposing your shaved and smooth pussy. You do not know why, but you are aroused. You want this stranger, but you shouldn't and close your legs to only start to open them again, as if another person is spreading you open to him.

You do not know why you are doing this but something in you wants him. He seems not to want to do you any harm. He remarks that your body is very nice. Your pussy he remarks looks beautiful. He is not sure what to make of this. 

You spread your legs more like a common whore, and raise your ass a little, the wetness glistens in the light from the window. He can't figure out what you are trying to say, but his cock is starting to build. He sits next to you. Your arms tied over your head, your mouth covered, your body exposed and the excitement building. He takes a gloved finger and touches your nipple softly and you gasp, he touches the other and you gasp again. He takes his hand and moves his fingers over your body slowly to your pussy and he touches your pussy lips, and runs a finger between your very wet lips. He says you seem to be a little wet. He wasn't here to fuck you, but since you seem to be asking he decides that maybe he should take care of your needs. A double bonus he thinks.

He takes his finger and slides it between your lips and you moan. You are so wet his gloved finger slides into your wet pussy easily, and you gasp. He pulls back and is not sure what to do.

He moves to kiss your nipple and you moan again. He slowly moves to kiss the other nipple, and you moan deeper now. 

He thinks this is a trick and won't untie you, you lay there at his will and pleasure and you want him to pleasure you and you to pleasure him.

He remarks on how nice a body you have as he runs his gloved fingers over your breasts, and stomach, and your inner thighs, and with 2 fingers he runs his fingers over your pussy straddling your lips. You shudder from the touch. Your wetness is building in your pussy. You do not know why but you want him.

He leans down to kiss and lick and then suck your nipple. His mouth is warm and inviting and you moan softly. You do not know why, but you want this stranger to fuck you. You feel like a slut that needs to be fucked, and you do not know why you have this wanton desire, but you know you shouldn't, but give into it the excitement of being taken. He leans over and kisses, licks and sucks in your other nipple and you gasp. You are so confused, but your pussy is so wet. It is dark, and all you see is his mouth and his eyes, and they are so sexy, and you know you should be afraid, but you can see a kindness in his eyes. You need him, but are still afraid. He goes and sucks the your nipple, and fondles the other breast, and nipple with his gloved hand.

He slowly kisses down your belly to your navel and start to kiss and lick your navel. You reflexively shudder from the excitement. He slowly moves his mouth lower and says to you how much he enjoys a shaved smooth pussy. He slowly kisses and licks your shaved pubic mound and he smells your wetness and is very excited by it. He leans over you in such a way you can feel his erection. You nudge it almost subconsciously. He notices. 

He stands up and pulls up his shirt and you see his chest and it excites you even more, but he quickly covers up. You couldn't see he has a tattoo, and he covers it so you can't use it against him. He removes his pants and you see the bulge in his pants, and your pussy gets wetter, and your mouth salivates. He drops his briefs, and his cock pops out. It is not fully hard and a little smaller than average. He says he needs you to suck his cock, and he will remove the tape. But if you scream it will be over and he will leave you there as you are. You shake your head in agreement. You want to taste him, and will do anything to feel him grow in your mouth.  He takes the tape off and it stings. He straddles you and places his cock over your mouth. You start to lick the hole and the head. You slowly suck it in. The taste is musky, but not unclean. It is cut and you start to suck it hard and using your tongue on the under side. You taste the pre-cum. He is enjoying it and you are moaning as he starts to finger your pussy as he straddles your chest and starts to fuck your mouth the pre-cum is oozing out, and the salty taste is getting you more turned on. You start to suck and lick with more vigor and he says he is going to cum, and you don't want it in your mouth but you can't control him, as he fucks your mouth. You have enough to keep from gagging. you feel his balls slapping your chin, and he grunts and starts to cum in your mouth, and you have no choice but to swallow, and he spurts it into the back of your throat and you almost gag as he fucks your mouth. You start to cum as your pussy is getting fingered at the same time. Each spurt in your mouth causes you to cum over and over. He is drained after a minute and you lick him clean and suck every drop. He gets off you. He tells you not to say anything, and he leaves the room. He brings some water for you, and tells you to drink and swallow. You do as told. He leaves again and returns a few minutes later.

Your orgasm has subsided, but your pussy still aches to be filled. He starts to finger your pussy while sitting at the foot of your bed. He looks at you and tells you that you need to be fucked good. You do not protest. Your tacitly agree to be fucked because you need your pussy filled. You want him, but are still a little scared. He asks where you keep your condoms, and you say in the night stand. He gets one out. He is soft and he starts to finger your pussy roughly and you love it. The feeling and thought of being a wanton slut with no control is exciting you a lot. You know that in this condition you can let loose its not your fault you think to yourself. You want him but don't know why. He starts to finger fuck you harder and you start to moan.

He moves his cock next to your head and tells you to make him hard so he can fuck you right. You start to suck him as his cock grows in your mouth. You love the feeling of a cock growing in your mouth. He steps back and puts the condom on, and tells you to roll over. You do as told, its not easy but you do. He lifts your butt in the air and slowly feeds his hard cock into your sopping wet pussy doggy style, and you moan. Your hands are over your head and the position is uncomfortable, but the sensation of being taken this way is exciting you greatly. You know you want to be a whore, a slut, to be taken, the loss of control is so empowering. 

He starts to fuck your pussy slowly and starts to build his thrusts. He is pounding your pussy mercilessly and telling you what a good little slut you are and he asks if you like his cock fucking you and you say YES PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER. And he starts to pound you even harder his balls slapping your clit as the first of your many orgasms start to overwhelm you. You pant and beg for him to fuck you. You don't realize how slurry you are becoming. You want to be fucked over and over by his cock. He pounds away, his balls slapping your clit, as you hear him call you his cunt, and his slut, and his whore, and each time you get more excited and start to cum again, and all of a sudden he grunts and buries his cock deep into your wet pussy and you feel his orgasm, as he spurts into your pussy and you cum hard, like you have never cum before, the excitement of being fucked by a total stranger, with no control or say in the matter, and being a slut excites you to the point of passion and new found eroticism. You can't take it and scream as your final earth shattering orgasm explodes over you. 

You say you are his slut, his cum slut, and you will do anything he says. He stays in you as you feel him getting soft. He falls out of your pussy and he steps back and pushes you over. 

He leaves the room with you panting like a bitch in heat and removes his condom. He flushes the condom down the toilet and getting rid of any evidence he was there. He unties you and tells you to go to the bathroom. He stands over you as you start to piss, this excites you also, the idea of being watched, his cock in your face. You can see it for the first time, as he turned the light on, it is not the best looking cock, but you almost unconsciously open your mouth wanting to suck it in again. He sees you doing that and tells you that his cum slut will have to be a good girl and he might come back and fill you again. You feel like his whore and want him again, but know you can't say anything. You piss as instructed, and get in the shower. He tells you to wash your body and your hair. He watches you. He tells you to make sure to clean your breasts and he is watching you and your embarrassed but very excited. You have no control and that is freeing you form those shackles of proper behavior. He tells you to clean your pussy well and to wash your ass also. You do not know why, but do as told. 

He flushes the toilet a few more times, He goes into the bedroom, and takes the tape, and makes sure to take the condom wrapper, and any evidence he can think of. He returns to the shower and tells you to stay in the shower for 15 minutes. He then tells you to leave your window open and that if you are a good little slut he will come back another day and fuck your ass. He leaves the room, and disappears into the night. 

You again as earlier enjoy the water over you as you come down from the excitement that was this experience. You realize you asked to be taken and wanted to be taken. You do not know what to do and fall into a heap on the shower floor as the water flows over you. You get out of the shower and get into bed. You feel so fulfilled from your evening stranger, and can only hope he will come back again.