1 comments/ 13038 views/ 6 favorites Discovering His Strength Ch. 01 By: greatflight We'd had a lovely dinner at the local Chinese: intimate, entertaining conversation. Having driven the short distance home, we pull into the garage. While I'm picking up my bag from by my feet, he steps out of the car and walks around to open my door. He is awfully charming. We walk together to the front door, which he unlocks for me, letting me walk through ahead of him. He pauses by the doorway while I enter, switching on the light as I pass the switch. I take a few steps down the hall, mildly wondering why he's not following close. Almost instantaneously he has slammed the door, killed the light and leapt toward me. I turn around longing for his warm embrace, welcoming the prospect of passionate love making. Yikes! My face! He's slapped me! Striking my cheek hard, sharp. Oh I get it - we've talked about this before, so not totally unexpected, but he knows it's a fantasy I've wanted to explore. I firm my stance, feet apart, brace my shoulders and prepare to push back. My face hurts. I put my hands up and start to push his chest, my adrenalin pumping as he gives a little. Feeling strong, gaining ground, I chuckle a little. This is going to be fun. He halts my progress and pushes back, forcing me back a step so I re-double my efforts and push hard, leaning in with my upper body, bracing with my rear leg. He takes a clear step backward. I start to wonder if I'd over-estimated his strength when we've talked about this previously. My heart is pumping, my senses as sharp and focussed as ever. This is great fun! Uh oh, I lost concentration momentarily and he gained a little advantage. Fuck! Suddenly he's grabbed my wrists, and has managed a tight grip on both my wrists with just one hand. His other hand wraps around my throat as he takes a couple of effortless steps forward, forcing me backward up against the wall. He was just fucking with me, letting me think I had a chance. I'm fighting back, pushing forward with all my might, alternately striking out with my legs, desparate to make contact with his shins. I'm shocked, fucking stunned, when he spits in my face. He can hear my reaction, and so does it again, muttering 'fucking cunt' close to my ear. It's starting to feel less like fun. He strikes my face again, and while I'm recovering, brings his lips to mine. It's not like any kiss I've ever known. His lips are hard, his tongue is hard. He manipulates my tongue between his lips and starts to suck, and keeps on sucking, hard. He's pulling my tongue out of my mouth. Fuck it hurts. I'm trying to scream or yell at him, but have no control over my sounds. He pulls away, hand around my throat, tongue sucked into his mouth. He is stretching my tongue, my jaw, my neck. I'm starting to get scared. Released at last, my tongue is so deeply sore. But he's only just getting started. With one hand still around my throat pinning me to the wall, he grabs my breast with the other - grabs hard and twists - fuck. He reaches for my hips and pulls at my trousers. All the time assaulting my ears: 'you fucking slutty cunt, dog fucking whore' He pushes me through to the bed, dragging down on my jeans. A lightening thought flashes through my mind that I'd always thought I'd be better off with jeans on to make it harder to reach my pussy, but now I find, once they are half way off, they've trapped me by so grossly limiting my movement that I cannot direct any effective effort away from the attack. The ropes are in reach of the bed - he has me face down on the bed, he is sitting on me. My legs are twisted in my jeans, he quickly removes them and my knickers - my subsequent kicks are a laughable attempt at resistance. He uses the knickers to twist around my hands and wrists. His verbal barrage continues 'you are my fuck toy tonight. you thought you'd like this, you fucking stupid cunt...' He thrusts fingers into my cunt, oh my I'm confused. He's tied a rope around my ankle, and then to the bed post. Grabbing my other ankle, he rolls my body over so I'm face up, stretching my pussy open while he ropes my ankle to the opposite bed post. He leaps onto my chest - I'm immobile. He releases one hand from the twisted knickers. His constant muttering insults and threats fill my mind, I have no sense of how to react. My eyes wide I'm silently pleading for some clarity, some direction. This is not what I was expecting. I'm spreadeagled - each limb fastened to each corner of the bed. He sits on my chest, facing my feet and leaning forward. Just as I think he's going to start playing with my pussy he farts into my face. Fuck! He's what! That's so fucking disgusting. He throws a shirt over my face, and starts to rub my pussy, flicking my clitoris, rubbing, pushing fingers closer and closer to my slit. It feels good, I'm wet, I'm squirming. Oh dammit - his phone rings. I hear him walk away - surely he's not going to answer it. He starts a conversation. He's not going to leave me just laying here! I get only one side of the phone call: 'Yeah, not too busy - what are you up to' 'It'd be great to catch up' 'Yeah I can pop out for a bit' What! That fucker! 'Better still, why don't you pop round here for a beer' 'No need to bring any - and I've gotta little fun lined up' 'Sure thing. See you in a bit' Fuck, I don't like where this is heading. 'Love, we should maybe finish up' 'You little slut are going to love this' 'Babe please don't - who were you talking to?' 'Cunt' He's back at my pussy, thrusting fingers in, lifting my hips so he can reach my asshole, spitting at my puckering hole before thrusting his thumb. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm wet, hungry, wanting climax before - the stranger - arrives. He fastens the shirt around my head so my vision is completely obscured. My desire for orgasm is encouraged by the sound of him switching on my vibrator, and I smile as he positions against my cunt. He forces it forward so its hard against my clitoris then cranks it up. It's too strong, too strong, I love it. I hear the duct tape as he straps this wonder device to my leg, securing it in place hard and strong upon my clit. I want, I want, I want. There's a knock at the door. Discovering His Strength Ch. 02 To recap chapter one - my husband and I have been roleplaying nonconsent, and I've been firmly over-powered. While I'm tied spreadeagled to the bed, he takes a call and ends up inviting the caller over. I'm confident it's a close friend, but have no idea who it might be. Taped to the inner thigh of my left leg is a huge vibrator, which I've only just started to enjoy when we hear a knock at the door... ** 'Just a minute' he calls to his friend outside the door. I sense him close, leaning toward my face. He lifts the shirt from the side of my face to give him free access to my ear. 'I love you my darling girl' he whispers, before re-positioning the shirt to muffle all hearing and blind my sight. The sound of the door opening triggers feelings of deep shame, fear and excitement. I have no concept of how to respond to this extraordinary situation. I don't know who he is letting in, and I have no idea what they plan to do with me. And I'm on the verge, the precipice, of an almighty orgasm. The vibrator taped to my leg and firmly planted against my clitoris is the source of my joy. Stifling my moans, I wriggle slightly to improve the angle of the wand, and enjoy the pounding against my erect nub. I can feel my cunt juices flowing stronger, starting to trickle down the track toward my asshole. I slowly rotate my hips, letting the head of the vibrator trace a circle away, around, and gently back toward my clitoris. Slowly at first, sighing with relief as it moves away, relishing the anticipation as it moves nearer again, and moaning as it finds the spot again. Then a little faster, then a little faster, the circle diminishing till it focuses solely on my clit, and I cum, and I cum, and I love it. My ecstasy is interrupted by the muffled sounds of low laughter - not unkind. I stop suddenly and lie quiet and still. My panting breath now the only sound in the room. I'm shocked by the touch of two hands simultaneously - one on each of my ankles, each hand then joined by another. My cunt contracts, a sudden intake of breath. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I would like to think I can tell which are the hands of my husband. Nobody speaks. My senses are so sharp, so heightened. My skin is electric. Four hands are firmly running all the way up and around my legs. I feel a cold sharp metal edge press into the skin of my thigh. Suddenly it pulls away from my leg, slicing through the tape which has been holding the vibrator in place. The vibrator is switched off and removed. My pussy is stretched wide by the hands holding each thigh. Fingers run from my asshole, through my wet pussy lips and up to press my clitoris, first one hand, immediately followed by another, a rhythmic concert designed to reach a crescendo. Again, again, stroke, stroke, stroke. I moan, I groan. Still no-one speaks. A thought flashes through my mind to wonder how they are so well co-ordinated - how are they communicating. I've no doubt that my man is calling the shots, the conductor of this well-choreographed production. A hand starts to stroke, more firmly than previously and more slowly. Pushing deeply against my asshole, then moving up to push fingers into my pussy, with his thumb continuing through to rub my clitoris. A second hand lands on my asshole. Two hands continue to push my thighs apart and lift my ass off the bed a little. Someone spits on my asshole and I feel the pressure of a finger, no - two fingers opening my tiny hole. Another spit, and I feel the thrust of two fingers forcing their way up my tight ass. I groan, I'm so full. I love it. My pussy is fast filling with one, two, three, four fingers, and knuckles. Again the men work in concert, a syncopated rhythm building to a great crescendo. A mouth circles around my nipples and sucks. Strong, deep, harsh. Pulling my long nipple deep into his mouth, hard, firm, sparking electricity from the tip of my nipple through my breast then up and down my spine. And another mouth clamps my remaining nipple. This is a new experience! I love it! The pressure of each mouth - muscles massaging. Different rhythms, different strengths. Unpredictable and extraordinary. Fingers touch my chin and reach up into my mouth pulling my jaw open. Based on the angle, I think it's the man who has his other hands buried half into my pussy. So I think he's spread with one hand in my pussy, his mouth on my nipple, his other hand thrusting into my mouth. Unless the stranger has the same length fingers as my husband, I'm pretty sure it's my man. I love this man. His fingers move out of my pussy and his mouth detaches from my nipples. The fingers in my mouth move aside to make room for his lips meeting mine and his tongue sweeping through my mouth. The other mouth leaves my nipples, moves down over my belly, and, keeping his fingers thrusting in and out of my asshole, runs his tongue across my pussy, again, and again. Then plants his mouth on my pussy and sucks, and thrusts, and sucks and thrusts. My cunt juice is flowing thick and strong in a stranger's mouth. Though I'm no longer a stranger to him. I'm lifting my cunt to push further into his mouth. I'm deeply kissing my husband. I'm losing track of who's doing what, I'm panting and squirming, moaning and thirsting. I'm chasing my climax, letting go, feeling the sensation on my pussy, my lips, my asshole, my nipples. I feel the ropes loosening on my ankle, the fingers have left my ass, the mouth has left my pussy. My other ankle is freed. Strong hands grip my hips and firmly turn so that I'm slightly twisted with my hands stretched out flat but my hips perpendicular to the bed. I feel the dip of the mattress behind my ass and, with a sense of what's coming next, lift my top leg to ease his access. The cool lubricant squirts around my asshole, causing a sharp intake of breath which I hold as his head starts to push against my dark spot. Mercifully he is a little smaller than my sexy man, but perfectly sized for my narrow hole. He pushes his swollen cock deep, angling his hips so that his passage through my passage is unencumbered. I'm a lucky girl who really gets off through anal sex. I can feel every movement, every throb, every thrust as he takes his pleasure with my ass. The long deep kiss I've been enjoying with my extraordinary love breaks off. His arms enfold me briefly then he climbs up on the bed, on the other side of me. I love this man, but I do wish he'd hurry as I'm hungry for his big thick cock in my pussy. He reaches up and unties my hands so I am free to face him. My arms reach greedily around him, I love him so much. I'm loving that he is giving me a taste of one of my greatest fantasies. His hand reaches down to help connect his cock with my pussy. Oh my god, it's so much better than I thought it would be. I can feel their cocks push against each other, inside of me, and I've never known such fullness. The rhythm of these two cocks growing faster, the thrusts growing stronger, have triggered the start of a mind-blowing orgasm. I hold firmly onto my love while I ride the wave. He gives me such freedom, such liberation. Again, I cum and cum. His mate is unlikely to have seen a girl who can cum as long as me, but my man knows it will continue through to till then finish. The ass fucker behind me increases his pace and grips my hips as his climax builds. I can tell my lover is getting closer too, but before he takes off he whispers in my ear 'I love you, I love you', lifting me to a higher plain. My husband grabs one of my tits tightly and uses his other arm to hold me firmly in place as he starts to pound his cock deep in my love hole. With both men on the verge, my orgasm reaches new heights and I cry out in joy. The stranger behind me makes a strangled cry as his thrusting suddenly changes pace and I realise he's filled my ass with his spunk. Moments later I sense the familiar rhythm of my darling man's precipice. His hands hold me so tightly I'll bruise as he thrusts and pushes, and fucks my pussy till he is ready to pump me full of his delicious cock juice. Only with the last of his spurty thrusts does my mind-ripping orgasm subside. And I lie in between, sperm flowing out of both holes, with two men spent, either side of me. What an extraordinary experience. I don't think I've ever felt this fucked before.