2 comments/ 78837 views/ 20 favorites Amanda's Fantasy By: damonX Amanda hummed to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into her dimly lit apartment. Tossing her backpack on the floor, she let the door swing shut behind her before sliding the deadbolt shut with a satisfying 'clunk'. The blinds were open enough to allow a sufficient amount of moonlight to shine through the lone meager window in her tiny one bedroom basement suite. Reaching over, she flipped the light switch on, her brow furrowing in confusion as the room remained enshrouded in moonlit darkness. "Dammit," she muttered to herself, flipping the switch up and down in futility. "I just replaced that light bulb." Tossing her keys on the counter, she strolled across the floor heading straight for her bedroom and the prospect of her warm, soft bed. As she moved gingerly across the room, she kicked her shoes off and swept them aside with her foot. As she moved from the moonlit room into a darkened hallway, she heard a faint 'clinking' sound, similar to the noise made by a set of dangling keys. Stopping suddenly, Amanda ceased all movement as she listened intently, trying to locate the source of the sound. Sensing something moving to her side, she turned her head as a figure stepped out of the shadows grabbing her roughly from behind. Amanda let out a startled shriek, which was quickly muffled as a hand clamped tightly over her open mouth. The man's other arm wrapped around her torso, pinning her own arm against her side as he pulled her body into his. She could feel the beating of his heart as he held his hard, muscular chest pressed firmly against her back. As she struggled, he held firm, lifting her petite form clear off the ground as he spun around and compressed her shaking body between him and the wall. She could feel his warm breath on her exposed neck as he held his face against hers and whispered in her ear. "Welcome home," As she heard the raspy voice, Amanda's struggling ceased and she swallowed hard, her body trembling with a combination of apprehension and anticipation. Lifting her squirming body off the floor, he stepped back, dragging her out of the dark hallway into the living room. "Ughh," she blurted out as he shoved her face down on the couch, pinning her down with his knee pressed roughly into her lower back. Amanda's cries of protest now stifled in the soft cushions, he took her wrist in his unrelenting grasp, forcefully twisting her arm behind her back. She then felt the sensation of cold steel against her skin, followed by a series of quick 'clicks" as the metal teeth of the handcuffs locked into place. Feeling the sharp edges of the cuffs digging into her soft flesh, she gasped and bit hard into the couch fabric. As her other arm was forced into place, he locked her wrists together behind her back, leaving her prone body wriggling under him. Although her face was buried in the couch, she could feel his lecherous eyes roaming her body. Gasping for breath, her heart pounding, she trembled as she awaited his next move. "P...please..." she whimpered, turning her face towards her captor. "I'll do whatever you want." "Yes," he agreed, casting a devious grin as he unzipped his pants. "You will." Reaching down and grabbing a rough handful of her light blonde hair, he pulled hard producing a startled squeak from Amanda's gasping mouth. As he forcefully grasped her hair with whitening knuckles, he used his other hand to take hold of her upper arm and drag her squirming body down to the floor. "Get on your fucking knees," he ordered, pulling her up into a submissive, kneeling position. Amanda panted heavily as she knelt before him, her frightened gaze locked on the floor as he loomed over her. Her pulse raced and her body trembled as she awaited his next move. Suddenly she felt her head being yanked back and a large, rigid penis being shoved forcibly into her mouth. She turned her face away in protest only to have it jerked back violently. "Open up," he ordered, his cock pressing against her tightly closed, resisting lips. She could feel the wet precum leaking from his tip as she remained resistant to his intrusion. He tightened his grip on her hair, causing her to wince in pain and forcing her to relent, parting her lips to allow the thick, hard shaft into her warm, wet mouth. Glancing up with nervous, blue eyes he smiled down at her and jammed his dick into the back of her throat, causing her to gag and sputter, saliva dripping down her chin. Holding her head with both hands, she fought her gag reflex as he pulled her head down the length of his saliva soaked shaft. Her hands locked securely behind her back, Amanda shut her eyes as she allowed her face to be used by him, passively kneeling as her head was jerked back and forth. Her lips slid forcefully up and down his thick cock, reluctantly bathing it with her struggling, wet tongue. Minutes passed as she endured the brutal face-fucking, her eyes watering and saliva dripping down her chin before he finally pulled his slippery cock free of her sputtering lips and slapped it against her pretty face as he flashed a sadistically satisfied smile. Gasping for air, Amanda gazed up at her attacker with her innocent, big blue eyes only to have him return her affectionate stare with a cold, blank expression. Inches from her face, his cock dangled, dripping wet from her own mouth. "Get up," he ordered, prompting her to her feet with an encouraging yank of her honey blonde hair. Struggling to her feet, Amanda whimpered as she was led by the hair across the living room and into the kitchen, her feet slipping on the smooth linoleum. Feeling her body pushed hard against the edge of the table, he forcefully bent her over using his unrelenting grasp on her hair to hold her face pressed firmly against the cool, smooth surface. She panted hard and struggled against him as he pushed her short black skirt up over the soft, smooth cheeks of her ass. Relenting in her futile struggle, Amanda felt his hands roaming over the most private areas of her body, pawing her wet pussy through the thin material of her underwear. His touch almost turned sensual as his rough fingers traced over her round, supple cheeks before roughly digging under the waistband of her skimpy panties and pulling them hastily down over her ample hips. As she felt the light fabric slid down her trembling legs and fall around her feet, he released his grip on her hair and retrieved the underwear from the floor. Nervously awaiting his next move, Amanda was startled as she soon found the crotch of her lacy panties being shoved roughly into her mouth as he looped them around her head. She gasped, tasting her own juices as her saliva permeated the lacy fabric being pulled tightly into her open mouth. He then nestled up against her, his legs forcing hers wide as she slid his turgid cockhead up and down her dripping slit. Unable to resist, she let out a long, high-pitched moan through the underwear jammed into her mouth as he parted her swollen lips and pushed the head of his throbbing dick inside her. "Ughhhh....," she squealed, her voice muffled by her own panties as she felt her tight, wet hole forcibly filled with hot, pulsing cock. As his hips slammed into her ass, Amanda moaned again, tossing her head back as he lingered there, buried deep inside her warm, welcoming depths. She felt the table edge digging sharply into the tender flesh of her upper thighs as he pressed forward before withdrawing in agonizing slowness. She gasped as he drove back into her, inhaling the scent of her arousal that accompanied the wet strip of fabric pressed between her lips. She felt his hard muscular legs pressed against hers as he proceeded to violate her flushed, swollen pussy with a series of quick, short thrusts. Gradually his strokes increased in depth and decreased in velocity as the quiet room became filled with the sharp slapping of flesh on flesh as he fucked Amanda's quivering body from behind. She felt her ass cheeks being splayed wide, lewdly exposing her delicate, untouched hole. In reflex, she contracted her muscles but his powerful grip held fast, digging into her soft flesh and forcing her open as he stabbed her gripping wet pussy with increasing abandon. As the sensation overwhelmed her, Amanda gradually gave in and submitted to his violent thrusts. Collecting saliva in his mouth, he pursed his lips and let a dollop of spit fall, her tight little asshole winking reflexively as the drop of warm liquid landed on it. "Mmm," he sighed as he watched the spit trickle down over her little pink star. "I bet your ass is really tight." "Nooo," Amanda whimpered in protest through the wet panties in her mouth. She heard him snicker as he continued sliding his thick, engorged cock into her vulnerable hole, his balls striking her swollen lips with sickening slaps. Again she whimpered in protest, but was powerless to prevent the intruder from roughly shoving a meaty finger into her tightly clenched ass. "Do you let your boyfriend fuck this ass?" he asked in a taunting tone, pushing in up to the knuckle. "No...," she squeaked in a muffled, timid voice as her tiny anal ring contracted around his invading digit. She heard him snicker with satisfaction, twisting his finger roughly inside her smooth tunnel as he continued fucking her pussy with deep, savage strokes. The table under her quivering body shuddered with each thrust as his hips collided with her tender flesh, producing a series of loud wet slaps. "SMACK." Amanda flinched as she felt his hand strike her ass sharply before lingering there, his fingers digging into her soft cheek. Reflexively, her ass muscles contracted, squeezing his embedded, wriggling finger. "SMACK." Again he struck, Amanda's gasping mouth blurting out a muffled, moaning squeal. "You dirty little slut," he piped up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back up off the table's surface. "You like that don't you?" "Y...y...yes...," she whimpered meekly, proving her submission by agreeing with his every statement. With one final violent thrust, he pulled his dripping wet cock from Amanda's thoroughly fucked hole and slapped his glistening tip against her tiny, pink asshole. Her body tensed with apprehension as she realized what was about to happen. Roughly pushing her ass cheeks apart, he nestled the head of his dick against her pristine little star. Amanda struggled with meek resistance as she felt her asshole slowly open, giving way to the thick cock pushing its way into her most private orifice. "Mmmm," he moaned pleasurably as he forced a few inches into the tight confines of her pulsating hole. "You are tight." Amanda clenched her teeth, biting down hard on the wet panties as she felt his throbbing cock slide deeper into her ass. Lubricated with her own juices, his long pole stretched her to the limit as her restrained arms struggled in futility. "Ughhhhhh," she groaned, experiencing the indescribable sensation of her virgin asshole slowly but forcefully filled. His hips now moving back and forth, he began fucking her with short, constant jabs. After a few minutes of enduring the obscene anal violation, Amanda began to grow accustomed to the intrusion and the pain gradually subsided. The comfortable, almost pleasurable sensation, however was quickly diminished as he shoved his cock deep with a single, coasting thrust. With his dick firmly entrenched up to his balls in her tightly gripping hole, he grabbed her hips and swiveled in an attempt to push deeper. Amanda felt used. She felt violated as he tried to fill her with every inch of his burrowing dick. A few seconds passed as her captor ceased all movement. Amanda remained, bent-over, panting and gasping as her ass pulsated around his deeply implanted shaft. She then felt one of her cheeks being splayed open by his forceful hand. "Click." The sound of a photo being taken made Amanda's heart beat even faster. Reaching out, he then gently placed an open cell phone on the table beside her face. "Look at it," he ordered. "Do you want to see what your slutty little asshole looks like with a dick inside it?" Amanda closed her eyes and turned her face away, only to have him grab her hair and forcefully turn her face back to the upturned phone. Slowly opening her eyes, she found her gaze falling upon the lewd image of her abused ass stretched taut around his thick, shiny shaft. Unable to turn away, she stared, taking in every detail of the indecent picture as he resumed his arduous thrusting. "Do you like it?" he asked, giving her supple ass a firm slap. "Maybe I should send it to your boyfriend. I bet he'd like to see." Amanda shook her head and howled in protest, eliciting a taunting chuckle as he repeatedly sheathed his rigid cock deep in her clenching hole. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Amanda let out a soft groan with each stroke as he gradually increased the intensity of his thrusting. His dick was now effortlessly sliding in and out, plunging deep into her squirming body. His strong hand left white bloodless marks on the soft, pliable skin of her ass as he gripped her with lustful vigor. His other had twisted in her hair, providing traction as he pulled her back with every forceful stroke his muscular hips provided. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her breath growing ragged under the unremitting pounding, Amanda's petite body shuddered on top of the shaking, squeaking table. Enduring the savage, anal intrusion with passive resolve, she submitted to him entirely, allowing him to use her tiny, stretched orifice for his licentious pleasure. As his violent thrusting relented, he eased his swollen cock from her thoroughly used asshole and pulled her down off the table. Her knees pressed painfully into the cold, hard linoleum Amanda stared up as she gasped through the wet, lacy fabric jammed in between her flushed, pouty lips. In front of her face, his glistening cock pulsed with each frantic stroke of his pumping fist. After a few seconds of submissive kneeling, she watched as his hand tightened around his shaft and a thick rope of white cum spilled forth, creating a sticky translucent line across her pretty face from her eye to her chin. Holding her firmly by the hair he groaned, stroked his hand once more and spilled more of the hot fluid down onto the panties wedged into her open mouth. A few seconds later Amanda found herself staring with one eye as he gazed down at cum covered spectacle he had just created. He wiped his dick across her mouth and cheek, removing the last clinging droplets of sperm from the tip before stepping back with glowing satisfaction. * * * * * * * * * * * "Mmmm," Amanda purred as she stoked her hand up her boyfriend's chest. "That was great. Thanks baby." He smiled back at her and pulled her close as they snuggled together on the bed. "Yeah?" he confirmed. "It was okay?" "Uh huh," she answered back. "But..." "But what?" he asked, cocking his head to listen intently. "Well...." She began tentatively. "You could have been a little more...rough." "Really?" he exclaimed, growing increasingly surprised at the depths of his girl's kinky fantasy pool. "I don't know if I can get any more rough. It was kind of hard...being that forceful." "It's okay, baby," she cooed, flashing him a sexy smile. "I can take it." "I'm sure you can," he replied with a subtle laugh. "I'm sure you can." "Yeah," Amanda said softly, rolling to kiss his chest. "We can try again tomorrow." The End Amanda's Fantasy Her eyes flickered between pleasure and pain as he thrust into her. His hand was wrapped tightly around her neck, his fingers forcing red marks into her skin, and she could feel her head becoming lighter in response. Her hands and face scraped against the brick wall, the little pieces of debris flaking off into her skin. Her face was stained with mascara filled tears, but this only made him want her more. She could hear his groans around her, surrounding her, and overpowering her cries. Her eyes closed from exhaustion and she kept repeating to herself "He's almost done. He's almost done." She was almost oblivious as he finished. He didn't bother pulling out. Why would he? He took his hand from around her neck and her small frame sunk to the ground in a heap. She had blocked out what was happening to cope with the attack. Her tears had dried and her throat was raw from her cries and his forced attentions. He reached down and slapped her hard across her face, bringing her back to reality. Her eyes slowly opened and they were rimmed with red. Once he knew she was focusing back on him, he squatting down beside her and reached out to grab her chin firmly; his fingers forcing her lips into a contorted position. "You're mine now." was all he said. Amanda woke with a start and audibly moaned. "That dream again?" she muttered to herself. She rolled over to take a peek at the old fashioned alarm clock beside the bed. It took a moment for her eyes to focus before she made out that it was only 4:30 AM. She rolled back over onto her back and closed her eyes, thinking back to the rather...intense dream she just had. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs and she couldn't resist reaching a hand down to it. She slipped her fingers under her panties, her thumb hooking on trim of the bikini cut underwear, and began rubbing at her vulva. She was dripping wet. She tipped her head back and bit her lip as she spread her wetness up and around her clit and began circling it with her finger. She loved teasing herself. She squeezed her eyes closed tighter and tried to think back to her dream, trying to fill in the blanks. He had her by the hair, his hand wrapped around it tightly, and he used that grip to control her. Her pantyhose were scraping against the ground holes forming in the thin material and they weren't much protection for her knees either. She could feel the pieces of rock digging into them, but didn't pay much attention. His pants were unzipped and pulled halfway down his hips, exposing his thick, veiny penis through the hole of his boxers. Her cheeks ached from the vigorous infiltration of his manhood into her mouth. Saliva splattered down her chin and across her exposed breasts. Her shirt, tattered around her front, didn't offer her defense from the cold. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes as he forced his penis down her esophagus, the ripples in it grinding against the side of those muscles, causing her discomfort. Her larynx reeled in response, trying to eject this infiltration from it. He could feel the muscles of her throat pushing against his unyielding erection, making the grip even tighter. He let out a growl, using the grip in her hair to force her head to tip back. He bent her body over a tire lying in the ally way. Her legs were bent at an uncomfortable angle, one of them half folded behind her. Her upper body was arched out and her neck was stretched awkwardly. He scuttled forward and straddled her. His testicles came up against her face and he ground them against her chin, mouth and nose hard. She tried to turn her head away as she felt the sweaty skin rubbing against her face, the wiry pubic hair scratching at her sensitive skin. He made her inhale his essence, the pure heart of his arousal; a few moments longer before pulling back to instead push the head of his thickness back into her mouth. He didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, but rather immediately thrust his full length into her, making her gag reflex flare up yet again. He pounded into her little pouty mouth over and over again, ripping apart her face. He groaned as he stabbed in and out without inhibition. He pulled his length all the way out, causing a popping sound as it slipped out from her wet lips. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his shaft and slapped her across the face with it. Her own saliva spread across her face as he whacked her with it several more times. He leaned forward and again rubbed his scrotum across her face, smearing her spit into her hair and across her cheeks and forehead. Finally he pulled back and took a step back. He pulled her hair toward him, causing her to scramble up. His body half bent to meet her and he spit on her face. "You dirty fucking tease..." he said, trailing off. Amanda moaned, the wetness now spread down her thighs. She wasn't circling her clit now, but rather she was rubbing at it furiously. Her back arched off of the mattress, creating a bridge with her body. Her blankets had long before slid down her body. In her frantic rubbing her shirt had pushed up and revealed her lean stomach. Sweat was beginning to form on her smooth skin as her body writhed and arched from her self pleasure. Her hands and feet were tightening and untightening in beat with her masturbation. Moans began to slip through her bit lip. She moved a finger down to slip inside of her moist cove, and it began clenching at it right away. She bucked her hips up into her own hand, forcing her finger down deeper. She pushed it in and out, wishing it was the man from her dreams thrusting into her. She slipped another finger in and began sliding them in faster. She curled her fingers to push against that oh so sensitive spot, causing her to push her head hard against the pillow. She slipped back into her fantasy world. Amanda was walking home from a night out with her friends. They had all parted ways at the bar, this being a smaller sized town. There wasn't much crime in Tributalion Town. Amanda was wearing a shorter black skirt and a pair of new pantyhose. They amazingly didn't have a run in them yet. Her legs looked long in the black heels she had chosen for the night. She kept walking, her paced slowed a bit by the heels. She could hear the crunch of her shoes against the ground in the almost silent night. Goosebumps rose on her arms as the night chilled. She was wearing a one shouldered green blouse. It didn't quite drop low enough to cover her stomach and her hip bones were exposed. Her skin was slightly tanned, as she occasionally made visits to the local tanning booth. One of her arms dangled down past her hip, her purse loose in her fingers. The other wrapped around her exposed midriff, trying to preserve as much heat as possible. Her hair was loose and wisped around her face in the night wind, the occasional piece sticking to her lips and causing her to reach up and free it. She had worn more make-up than normal and it made her eyes pop. Her lashes were dark, and had been curled for the evening. Her eyes looked almost 'wide eyed' from the way she had applied her make-up. Her eye shadow was smoky and it made her green eyes pop, even in the dark night. Her lips, normally full, gleamed with rich color, thanks to her lipstick choice for the evening. Her bottom lip still formed its usual pout appearance. She had a mouth that made all men want to fuck it. Her skin was smooth and almost spotless despite the freckled scattered across her cheeks and over her nose. She had a habit of biting at her bottom lip, which exposed her white teeth; a starching contrast to the darkness that surrounded her. Her cheek bones were high, and her smile from tonight's activities accented them tonight. She turned, walking into the alley that would take her toward her street. The streetlights didn't quite reach to the middle and she would be walking in almost complete darkness for a moment. As she drew closer to the middle she reached down to feel around in her purse for her phone. She planned to use it to guide her path. This alley was known for abandoned tires, bikes and other whatnots. She tipped her head down and bent slightly to bring her face closer to her purse. That's when she felt a hard body press up behind her and grabbed her by her hair. She went to let a scream, but his other hand shoved something into her mouth. It tasted horrible, like grease that had been festering for months. She felt the heavy breathing of the man on her neck as he pushed up closer against her. She struggled, trying to break out of his grip, but it was no use. He used his body to back her face first into the wall of the alley. He rubbed against her ass from behind, his erection evident through his jeans. He used his hand to push her skirt up over her hips, exposing her pantyhose clad ass. He thrust into that womanly crevice with his bulging penis. He spoke into her neck "You fucking tease, you're going to get what you're asking for." before sinking his teeth into it. She cried out around the cloth in her mouth at the pain of his bite. Her wrists scraped against the wall as he ground into her from behind. Suddenly he stopped and used her hair to reel her body around to face him. She hadn't seen him yet, but it didn't matter as his face was covered with a dark ski mask. Only his lips, dry and thin, and his eyes, glimmering with evil intent, were visible through the thick material. Those lips formed into a grimace as he watched her looking at him and his eyes twinkled a little more. He yanked her head back and forced her hips up against him. He brought his other hand up and clouted her across the face. This caused her face to turn and the pull on her hair to intensify. Her face stung from his slap, but he didn't give her much time to absorb before using her hair to yank her head to the side and down. She was forced to drop to her knees in front of him. He tipped her head back and made her look up at him with those big innocent eyes. "This is just the beginning, bitch." he said with a smirk. Amanda was beyond the need for release now. The whole rape fantasy had played out in her mind, piece by piece. Her hands were shaking slightly and her vagina muscles were clenching at her fingers. Her other hand had long ago dropped down to rub at her clit as she finger fucked herself. Her moans had grown louder and un-abandoned as she neared her release. Her hair stuck to her face, the heat of her arousal spreading up her body. She could feel her release coming and she bit down on her lip hard in anticipation. She felt her vagina begin to clasp around her fingers harder than before, squeezing over and over in bursts. Her fingers continued moving, but not as fast now. The hand that was rubbing her clit abandoned such attentions and instead moved its grip into the sheets of the bed and seized them tightly. Her hips lifted rhythmically with the waves of pleasure that were spreading up and down her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth parted as hot fast breathes escaped them. In the after math of her orgasm she lay still. One hand still pushed up tightly against her mound and the other still fondling the sheets. Her breathing began to slow and her eyes slid closed. Her body sunk into the bed as her mind sunk back into a deep sleep.