1 comments/ 16028 views/ 2 favorites Her Evening By: alwaysawake As darkness approached on a fall evening, he is in the kitchen--busily preparing a sumptuous meal for his very special female companion for the evening. The Caesar salad is prepared to perfection, the fresh green beans with bacon warm and ready, and the smoked salmon fettuccini alfredo is hot and bubbly. (The meal is easily re-heated in case the passion flares out of control and the food becomes secondary. ) Lights are dimmed in the dining and living room area with many candles plus the fireplace providing the room with a soft flickering ambience. Very soft music from the stereo is providing an inviting atmosphere for two possible lovers. The table covered with a lace tablecloth plus candles, a centerpiece, and the place settings done with great precision and care. He wants everything to be absolutely perfect for her and wants to set the seductive tone for the evening. He wants this woman with all his being and will stop at nothing to show the depth of his desire for her. The meal now prepared, he dons his clothes and makes sure he looks as good as possible, as she is due to arrive shortly. Dressed smartly in tan dockers, button down dress shirt, and brown loafers--his strong, tall body is quivering inside at the anticipation of her arrival—hoping she wants him as much as he desires her and wanting to please her in every way. Suddenly, a knock at the door, his heart instantly skips a beat, and his stomach has butterflies in anticipation of the evening ahead. Opening the door, then smiling and greeting her, he escorts her inside and hands her bouquet of a dozen tulips. She hugs him for the gesture and plants a soft kiss on his cheek. She is attired in a black dress with lace around the shoulder and bust area, also black hose and 4-inch heels. She almost melts him inside just from her sexy look—she being 5'8" and he being taller at 6'3"... a nice fit. Escorting her to the table and holding her chair, he sits her down and serves the salad. Soft conversation ensues as they slowly consume the food; hands touch on top of table as their eyes are locked together, bodies involuntarily gravitating toward each other. Almost unable to control himself, but not wanting to reveal it to her yet—he asks her to slow dance to the undulating beat of the sax coming from the speakers. She accepts graciously and he takes her hand—leading her to the candlelit living room where they embrace, kiss softly, and begin to sway to the music as one. Loving the feel of her warmth so close and unable to resist, he moves her hair aside and nuzzles his lips against her ear—hearing the sharp intake of breath as his lips circle her ear then suck the lobe tenderly. Still stirring to the music and pulling her even tighter to his body, he allows his hands to trace her neck and down the spine with feathery touches through the silky material. Leaning into her body even more, giving her a long, hard, sucking kiss at the base of the neck and feeling a long deep moan escape her lips. Backing up slightly and cradling her face in his hands, looking deep into her eyes—his dark brown orbs flashing with passion as are hers. He knew then that dinner would have to wait. Giving soft brushes of the lips, small sucks, and flicks of the tongue as he kisses slowly across the forehead, down the bridge of the nose, and across each cheek—making her flame burn even brighter. Poising his lips over hers, he traces them with his tongue then takes her lower lip and sucks it. Unable to resist her any longer, he crushes her with a deep, hot, passionate kiss—trying to inhale her into his body. Their tongues begin intertwining and hers begins seeking the secret spots inside his mouth, as he sucks it as hard as he can. He squeezes her body even tighter to him as the longing takes over his body—wanting to please her in any way possible. Breaking the kiss--sliding to the floor on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace, whispering to her that this night is hers—relax and let him lead. Kicking off his shoes and loosening belt, eyes never leaving her as he slowly unbuttons his shirt then reaches around and slowly unzips her dress. She unsnaps his pants and they both stand— she shrugging off the dress and he stepping out of his slacks. She in her thigh highs with sapphire blue panties and bra; he clad in royal blue silk boxers with a prominent bulge present. He clamps his powerful arms around her and crushes her into his strong embrace—feeling her stiffening nipples through the lacy material of the bra. He encompasses his lips on hers in a deep hot wet kiss, hands moving over her skin and kneading the ass cheeks through the sheer material then moving the light touches back up (feeling her shiver and shudder)—then deftly undoing the bra. Her hands moving around to his ass—grabbing the cheeks through the silky material then sliding around front and stroking his hardening manhood. Stopping the kiss, he slides her bra off over her shoulders then kneels and hooks the panties and rolls hose down carefully –slowly coursing them down her legs and off. Standing again and stretching the waistband of the boxers, stepping out of them slowly... first one leg then kicking them off the other. Whispering to her, "Come with me baby—I have something for you. " Leading her to the bathroom, the deep Jacuzzi filled with steamy water and strawberry scented bubble bath with flickering candles all around the tub, he immerses her slowly in the bubbly water and steps in beside her. She sees there are strawberries, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream in cut glass dishes on the tub deck. He dips one of the strawberries in the chocolate, brings it to her lips, feeds it to her, and leans in for a kiss to taste both her and the fruit. He dips another and another, feeding and kissing her more passionately after each one. Water frothy and steamy around them—they are lost in total bliss. Dipping his index finger in the chocolate sauce, tracing a circle of it around her left nipple then raising the finger to her lips where she sucks the finger and seductively licks it clean. Moving around to face her, licking lips and looking deep in her eyes (half-hooded with desire), clamps lips over chocolate-covered nipple and sucks it deeply. Using his tongue, ringing the areola, then the nipple slowly—occasionally flicking the tongue to get all the chocolate off. Her moans are increasing in intensity and her back is arching her breast harder into his mouth. Making tongue flat, he pushes hard across the nipple, bending it slightly with the pressure--then easing off as he flutters tongue rapidly over the nipple. He nibbles at the sensitive flesh tenderly and gives short hard sucks as he continues to devour the breast. The jets under the water are making her swollen labia even more sensitive, causing her to squirm and thrash even more. Releasing the suck on the left breast with an audible pop, he cups the right breast, presses lips to it, and inhales it with a long hard suck. He flutters the tip of his tongue more and more rapidly across it and hears her moans increase in intensity. Suddenly, he ceases the sucking; nibbling and licking of the breasts then looks at her and kisses her deeply yet again—trying to melt her. Placing his strong arms under her buttocks and thighs, he lifts and places her on the edge of the tub—her legs still dangling in the water. Kneeling in the tub, he drapes each of her legs over his shoulders with his face only inches from her wetness. She leans back on her hands—certain of what will happen next... she wants it and so does he. He leans forward, then kisses and swirls his tongue slowly up the inside of each thigh, teasing her further. At last, reaching out with thumbs and moving back the clit hood—he blows hot puffs of air on the rock hard clit and hears a long OHHHHHHHHHH escape her lips. Reaching out thumb and strumming it across the clit slowly like a guitar pick; the sensation is definitely immediate and mind-bending for her. Sensing her mounting passion, he flattens his tongue then slowly licks the blood-engorged labia from bottom to top in a single motion. Taking clit in fingers and rolling it, he then clamps his mouth over her dripping slit and inhales with the force of a Shop Vac. Sucking it harder and harder, slurping and swallowing the sweet, hot nectar flowing so freely from her, with her pussy grinding into his face harder as the orgasm draws nearer. He rolls his tongue like a cigar and plunges it into her—in and out; up and down; probing her deep, fast, and hard... searching for the G-spot. Tongue almost a blur moving inside her, fingers pinching the clit, she can hold back no longer and her orgasm blasts into him like a volcanic eruption—wave after wave covering the lower half of his face with cum. He sucks, slurps, and swallows all he can as he continues to try to suck her dry. Sensing she is spent now, he slides her off the edge of the tub and back into the water—turning off the jets so that her aftershocks are manageable. He wraps his muscular arms around her, gentling her, feeling her racing heart, and cuddling her tightly... never wanting to let go. Kissing her softly on the lips, looking deep into those green eyes, telling her how much he loved pleasing her this first time... next time will be even better! Her Evening Bill looked around the restaurant, his eyes seeking her. The candle-lit booths and dark red curtains made seeing anyone at all difficult. He had chosen this place because of the 3-piece combo that played there on Friday evenings, because the food was superb and the service impeccable, but mainly because it was her favorite place. It had been years. Would she look different? Would she have changed so much that they would not have anything at all to talk about? No matter what, he knew he would remember her. They had been lovers for two years before a new job in Paris had pulled him away. It had been a hard separation but they both recognized that they would grow in their new lives. They parted friends and had remained in occasional contact over the years. When he had a business trip back, he had emailed her and asked if she wanted to meet for a quick, friendly drink. She responded right away and asked him where. It didn't take a second for him to name the spot. He relaxed in the comfortable booth, listened to the music and waited. Alethia had been having a day from hell. Her boyfriend had again told her he was 'busy' for the evening, making the third weekend in a row that he had put up some excuse for not meeting. Her boss had given her a rotten assignment just before leaving for the evening and demanded it be done by Monday. One of her dogs had been sick the night before and she spent hours tending to the beloved animal. She was feeling frazzled and down when Bill's invitation had appeared. The idea of a friendly evening out was like an oasis in the desert and she had jumped at the idea. When she sent her reply, she couldn't help but notice a quick surge of... something. When walking down the evening sidewalk, she caught herself staring at her reflection in the windows outside the restaurant. "Not bad", she thought. The dance classes always kept her figure exactly where she wanted it. She looked at her own eyes, then laughed out loud. "What am I doing, primping? That was a long, long time ago." She walked in, smiling at the joke. He saw her come in smiling and his heart did a flip in his chest. She looked even better than she had years ago. He stood up and waited for her. She walked back through the restaurant, winding through the booths and only when they were nearly touching did she see him. Her breath stopped for a moment as they looked at each other, just looking. "Alethia," he breathed. "You look stunning." "Bill, you -- the years have been good." Without thinking, his arms went around her in an embrace. She had no intention of kissing him and certainly not kissing his lips, most certainly not a kiss that lasted for more than a second and left her standing in his arms looking up into his eyes and trying to remember her own name. His hands were on her back and he could feel the movement of her muscles underneath the satin blouse, familiar and yet strange after so long. Her hair smelled the same but she was wearing a different perfume. God, she looked good. "Let's sit," she said as she slid gracefully into the booth. Did her hand linger a moment on his chest? He tried to clear his head. "Of course. You look amazing, Alethia. Whatever you are doing, keep doing it. It's working." She laughed and the tension was gone. "Charmer. Watch it, mister. I'm armed." The waitress arrived and he automatically ordered for them both. Only once they were again alone did he realize he did not even ask what she wanted. "I'm sorry -- it was just natural. Do you want something else?" "No, you got it right," she said. "Good memory." "Some things just stay with you. Tell me about your life now. Are you still with-" "No. Well, not... It's a complicated time. Let's start with you, OK?" "OK." The drinks arrived and he raised his to her. "To good friends." She smiled and touched glasses. "So tell me about Paris," she said. "What is it really like to live there?" "It's very French." She laughed. "The restaurants are amazing, really amazing. There is a phenomenal music scene and the local markets carry the best of everything. Tough not to love it." "Sounds fabulous. Living alone?" He smiled. "Cutting to the chase? Some things really don't change." She demurely sipped her drink and waited, holding his eyes. "Yes, living alone. I never hear from the ex anymore. There have been some... interesting moments, but nothing that has lasted." She would not admit to anyone, least of all herself, how this news pleased her. She looked around the restaurant, the beautiful settings, the elegant attire of the patrons. "I've always loved this place." "How often do you get here?" "Never." She shook her head. "Not since we -- well, not lately." He asked, "Hard times?" "Is it obvious?" "Maybe only to me." She looked over at him, his eyes showing real concern. Those eyes, damn him... those eyes. And that same smell, the one that had made her keep one of the pillow cases for months after he left, holding it close to her through the cold nights alone... "Alethia?" Jesus, he thought. I almost called her 'baby'. "Sorry. I don't know where to start, or even if I should." "The beginning is a good place." "Smart ass. Order dinner. I'm going to go freshen up." She slid out and he waved over the waitress. She didn't think for a moment about what he might order, knowing that he would get something they would both enjoy. She went to the ladies room and wound up at a sink next to another woman. The other woman turned and asked, "Excuse me, but can I ask you about the man at your table? Is he your husband?" Something she could never explain made her turn and say, "Yes. Yes he is. Why?" "Nothing." The woman turned back to her mirror. "You are a lucky woman." "Thanks. I am." She reached into her purse for a makeup brush, then stopped. He had always told her she was beautiful without. "Damn it," she addressed her reflection. "What the hell is going on here? We are just meeting for drinks. Friends. That's it. Then back home to my shitty life." She threw the brush back into her purse and walked out. She slid back in to the table, seeing the first course already arrived. A wonderful smell, was that lavender? "New menu item," he said. "Lavender soup." "Good stuff," she said. "If you don't like it you can bathe in it." "Maybe they do. The waitress smelled pretty flowery. So did the Maître d', for that matter." "Is that what you do in France? Take baths of lavender and wine?" "Oh, yeah. If by lavender you mean soap, and by wine you mean water that is occasionally clear but mostly a suspicious rusty color, then absolutely." "You make it sound so enticing. At least you get your iron." "That's just for starters. The shower is a small nozzle thing on a hose and the shower stall is the size of a phone booth -- just getting in there is like trying to crawl back inside a womb." She was watching his lips as he was talking and the mention of his shower brought back a vivid memory of one night, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace, his lips and mouth opening hers, one strong arm holding her tight while he was holding the shower nozzle in just the right way, hitting just the right- "Ma'am? Your entrée?" The waitress was at her elbow, offering a dish of the most incredible smelling curry. She was snapped back to the moment with a sense of... disappointment? She dug into the dinner and her mouth was flooded with bliss. She unconsciously leaned into him with the sensation. "Perfect. They always get it right." He felt her lean in, her warmth, felt the vibrations of her speaking in his chest. His body was responding of its own will and his eyes could not help but to glance down at her, her nose, her chin, her neck. The satin of her blouse falling open just enough for a glimpse of lace-covered breast, the sight sending a cascade of feelings straight through him. "Bill," he told himself, "she is here as a friend, as a..." He took a sip of his drink. "Hell, who am I kidding? I want her. I want her bad. Just as bad as when we first met." The admission to himself was liberating and he felt himself now allowing the feelings to course through him. His body was waking up quickly and he shifted his hips. He looked back at her and found her eyes now staring up at him. "What?" he asked. "I was wondering what you were thinking." He swallowed. They had always been honest with each other. "I was thinking -- about you. Being here." Her eyes became coy as she asked innocently, "And what about me, being here?" He could not stop the words. "I was thinking about you. Wanting you. Wanting you bad. Wanting to rock your world, now, tonight." There. It was out. She felt herself get lightheaded as she considered her answer. A single word, a single touch now would change everything. She looked into his eyes and knew she was undone. "I know. I want that too." He leaned in and their lips touched. First a light, soft touch. She felt his breath on her, gentle, familiar. Then more, his body demanding more, his lips parting and hers opening in invitation. His arm went behind her and she lost her strength to him as he held her closer, kissing her deeply. "Now?" She asked. "Now." "Where?" she asked. "Next door in the Four Seasons. Now. Now, Alethia." Her hand went to his chest, then grazed dowards and she felt the intensity of his need. It mirrored her own. "Ok. Now. Let's go." He pulled out a wad of bills and threw them on the table, reached over and practically pulled her out of her shoes, heading for the door. "My coat-" she called. "Later. We'll buy you a new one." They went out the door in a rush and she found herself up against the wall of the restaurant, the cool bricks against her back and Bill flooding her with kisses, their tongues meeting, bodies pressed together. "Oh God, it's been so long..." was the last thought that went through her mind before the kiss took away her ability to think. She didn't need to think now, only feel, to give and to receive. They moved to the hotel next door. Straight through the lobby to the elevator, once inside he turned her around and pulled her head back, began kissing and biting her neck. She opened her eyes and saw herself in the reflection of a mirror, a wonton woman being willingly ravished. She gave herself to it, saw the woman in the reflection arch her back, pull his hand to her breast and pressed it there. He growled and squeezed it hard. The doors opened and they ran to his suite. He opened the door and now it was her pushing him to the wall inside, her hands opening his shirt, seeing his bare chest for the first time in years. Her hands ran over it and around his back as she pressed him against the wall. He reached down and scooped her up like she weighed nothing. He carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. Something told her this would be the last gentle thing for a while. His hands found her blouse and ripped it open, exposing her lace covered breasts. Her back arched and her hips bucked as he moved in, tearing off her bra. His eyes opened wide at the sight of her breasts. "God, they are so beautiful. Always so beautiful." He moved down, his mouth covering her rose-colored tips. She felt him begin to suck and the feeling went straight down to a wet, hot place. Her hands went down and found his pants still on. "Off. Need them off." He stood and in a flash, everything in the way was gone. She saw him completely. Her eyes went to the little things she remembered; the mark on his arm, the scar on his leg, the way when he was wanting, it stood and curved slightly left... He was wanting now and her hand went there, feeling the hard softness, the heat from his body coursing through. "Your turn." He didn't give her time to think, pulling her pants hard, it was all she could do to hold tight to the mattress as her clothes disappeared from her body. He moved over her and she lay open, open to him. He kissed her hard, his kisses moving to her neck, her breasts. Moving down to her stomach. His hands were holding her open as his warm mouth went further south. "Ah, God," she said as his first kisses landed on her soft folds. He avoided her most sensitive spot, kissing and making her wet all over before settling down between her legs, his shoulders forcing her thighs apart, his hands caressing her stomach. He remembered exactly how she liked to be touched, his mouth gentle and then pressing hard, his tongue finding her spot. Her fingers went through his hair and held him there, her legs wrapping around him. His fingers went inside and she was wondering if he would remember exactly where and oooh -- yes, there, God yes, right there. Soon it was building within her and she could not stop if she wanted to. He held her tight and she pulled him to her, calling his name as her body trembled and then bucked in a white-hot climax, waves rolling over her as he kept her there through wave after wave. When it passed she collapsed backwards on the mattress trying to catch her breath, wondering if there was anyway, any time a woman could feel more than she just did. He moved up slowly, kissing every inch of her. She came back to earth and put her arms around his neck as he moved up farther. She could feel him at her entrance. Their eyes were locked together. "Yes, darling. Come inside." He pushed forward, easily moving into her. She wrapped around him, wanting him to feel all of her, wanting him to be as far inside as he could possibly be. Gently now, he rocked inside her. He kissed her and called her name. She held him and encouraged him as his movements became faster, more demanding. She felt him growing inside and knew he was close now. She moved her mouth to his ear. "Give it to me, lover. Give me everything. I want it." With a cry, he filled her. She felt everything, every moment. He held her so tight, so long, she was swooning and wanted to, wanted to stay there, him stay there, never move again ever. His breath returned and they kissed, now lightly, lingering. Her hands stroked his back. He rolled to his side, hands never leaving her, as though he wanted to keep touching her forever. After a time, she realized she was thirsty. "I need something to drink, lover." He reached out to the phone, dialed. "Hello, room service? Send up champagne, please. Two glasses." She looked at him intently. "One glass. We'll share." He smiled and spoke to the phone. "One glass, please." Her Evening Alone I wave goodbye and blow kisses as my husband backs out of our driveway, our children safely strapped in the backseat. I breathe a small sigh of relief, mixed with a twinge of sadness as they head off for the weekend. I will miss them and absolutely adore being a wife and mother. But the woman hidden deep behind the various other roles I play aches to break free and find herself again occasionally. Tonight I could choose to do exactly what I felt like doing. I flopped on the couch and planned an evening filled with dance aerobics, a leisurely soak in softly scented bubbles, and watching the newest scary flick out on video. I have always found it so incredibly sexy to be scared!! I love to be on the edge of my seat, my heart beating with each terrifying scene. Little did I know that tonight my plans would be interrupted and my heart would pound with very real fear at the hands of a stranger. I stretch and exercise to my favorite tape, then do a few stomach crunches. I had just turned 33, but my body doesn't look much different than when I married 11 years earlier. Since having my children just in the last few years, I need the crunches to help my tummy stay toned and as flat as possible. I'm still bothered by the few small stretch marks on my lower belly, so I never wear a bikini anymore. When dressing, I'll smile to myself as I gaze over those sweet marks of labor, but I'm still self conscious about it in front of others. Walking to our oversized round tub, I turn it on full blast. I squeeze an ample amount of skin softening bubble bath into the steaming water and add a touch of my favorite perfume, Dolce Aura. Heading to the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of wine and press a green grape past my lips, sucking on it's sweetness. I slice more fruit and down the wine at a steady pace. Pouring myself another glass, I pop in my favorite cd and head to my bedroom. Undressing slowly, I deeply inhale the subtle fragrance drifting from the water, and clip my long brown hair into a small twist. Easing myself into the welcoming tub, bubbles swirl deliciously around my body. I soak for a long time, my eyes closed, indulging myself with recurring fantasies of my fictional dream man and the amazing things he does to me. I'm very happy with my husband, but occasionally submitting to these fantasies makes me feel so hot and erotically wicked. Sighing lightly, I sip the last bit of wine through my lips, and stand up wrapping my fluffy white towel around my wet skin. Pulling my sexiest red satin negligee from the closet, I slowly let it slip down past my hair to rest seductively around my body. I always feel so provocative in red, especially in this naughty little gown. Removing the clip from my hair, the mirror reflects the spiral curls bouncing softly around my shoulders. After brushing my lips with a creamy red gloss, I lightly spritz perfume on my neck and head to the kitchen, feeling relaxed and sexy. I pour another glass of wine, even though I'm getting a bit lightheaded now. I never get to drink much when the kids are here, so why not let loose a little. But I also realize it's been awhile since I've eaten anything more substantial than fruit, so I decide to order takeout. Opening the drawers where we keep the menus, I notice a slight movement out of the corner of my eye. I stroll around the edge of the counter and see nothing in the darkness of the living room. I shrug my shoulders and turn around to head back to the kitchen. Suddenly, my heart leaps with fear as I see a dark haired man in blue jeans and a black shirt towering above me. We stare at each other for a moment, then I let out a small scream and start to run away. I feel his shoulder length hair against my face as he quickly grabs me from behind and pulls me to him. He whispers quietly, "Don't fight me, little girl, and you won't get hurt." My body trembles in his tight grasp. "What do you want?" Then remembering I have some cash in my purse, I try to talk my way out of this. " I have $240 dollars I can give to you. If you leave then, I promise I won't tell anyone." He delights at my frightened tone of voice. He laughs at my suggestion, running his hand lightly against my thigh. "It's not money I'm after, sweet thing." He leans down and starts kissing my neck softly. I start struggling like a wild animal against his strong body. " Let me go!! I don't want you to touch me!" I scream loudly. He slaps my ass very hard several times. His voice still calm, but commanding , "You better cooperate with me. This is going to happen. I'm going to touch and fuck you tonite in any way I want and for as long as I want." My body grows completely rigid at his words. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you don't do exactly what I tell you." He leans down and whispers coolly against my cheek, "Now are you going to be a good girl for me?" "Yes." I reply, my voice dripping with fear "Yes what?" he grips my arms harder. "Yes, I will be a good girl for you." I say, my words low and edged with bitter acceptance. He turns me around to face him, grinning with satisfaction. "Now, show me your bedroom," he orders me softly. My heart is beating with dread at each step we take down the long hallway. He still has a powerful grip on my arm and forces me to stop at the bedroom closet door. He opens it and pulls out a handful of scarves. "Lay down on the bed for me." I hesitate, wanting to run away so badly. He slaps my ass again, even harder than before. I quickly lay down on the bed, my eyes filling with tears, from both the pain and the fear of what he's planning to do. After securely binding my wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed, his dark eyes stare piercingly into mine as I lay bound and helpless before him. "Don't go anywhere honey." he laughs, leaving me alone in the bedroom. I pull at his tight bondage, trying with all my strength to free myself. I can hear small clanking noises, then hear the music being cranked up to almost full volume. He probably doesn't want anyone to hear me scream as he murders me. I start struggling against the scarves like crazy! He suddenly returns and leaps on top of me. "Well, you're not being a very good girl for me now, are you?" He reaches slowly down the side of the bed. "Trying to get away from me. Maybe I should punish you." My eyes widen as he slowly places one of my kitchen knives against the soft skin below my neck. "Oh my God no, please don't kill me. I have children. They need me. Please don't!!" I cry in panic, closing my eyes. "Convince me you're really sorry, little girl, and maybe I'll let you live." He pushes the knife a little tighter against my skin. I open my eyes and stare into his. "Oh please, I am so sorry. I promise I will be such a good girl for you. I won't try to get away and I'll do whatever you want. I'm so, so sorry." I beg him in defeated humiliation, knowing I have to do whatever he wants to keep myself alive for my family. "That's a good start honey. I guess I'll let you live." turning away, then looking back coldly into my eyes "for the moment." Incredible fear elevates throughout my body. I breathe a silent prayer that he won't kill me if I just cooperate with him. I have never been so terrified in my life and wonder how I could have ever thought it was sexy to be scared. He takes the knife and runs it around my body gently, starting at my flushed cheeks, sliding it delicately down my neck, and stopping to circle the silky material around my breasts. My breathing is so rapid, but I try to hold my breath as he runs the tip against my nipple. He smiles, then moves the knife carefully along my tummy, trailing down the entire length of my trembling legs and then stopping at the bottom of my negligee. His strong hands start slicing it open, the ripping sounds only intensifying my fear. He stares at me wickedly as he cuts away the only barriers standing between him and my body. I close my eyes in a weak attempt to remove my mind from what's happening. I feel a sudden sting on my thigh. "Open your eyes. I want you to see everything I'm doing to you." I quickly obey him, feeling the hot tears fall like raindrops down my face. He deliberately cuts away the material of my negligee and panties as slowly as possible, enjoying my reaction as the intimate parts of my body are revealed little by little. Reaching his hand to my face, I cringe, thinking he is going to slap me. Instead, he tenderly wipes the remaining tears away and kisses my lips lightly. "This won't be so bad." he whispers, his eyes much softer now. "You're really beautiful," he says, scanning my body slowly. He leans down and nibbles my neck. "You smell so nice." Even though I'm embarrassed at the invasion of his eyes and mouth roaming along my naked body, I'm instantly calmed by his sudden warmth. Bringing his face close to mine, he kisses me deeper this time, his tongue probing gently between my glossy lips. His hands begin caressing my hair and shoulders, then I feel them slide down to my breasts. He massages them firmly, flicking the nipples with his thumb. Swiftly, he slips his mouth down and covers my left breast, trading his thumb for his tongue. He continues embracing by breast below his warm mouth, pinching the nipple lightly on my right breast with his other hand. My mind fighting against it, my body is becoming increasingly aroused at his tender touch. He dabs at my raised nipple with his tongue, then slides down the velvet curve of my breast. He sits straight up hastily, scooting right below my chest and puts both legs on either side of me. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, taking it off to reveal a tanned, muscular chest. Then he reaches down and intentionally unzips his jeans before my eyes so I have a clear view of what will soon be invading my body. He smiles as his hard cock springs out, landing between my breasts. In this position, I'm horrified as it occurs to me that he plans to force himself into my mouth. Panicking again, I close my eyes and look away. His hand cups my chin and pulls my head back. "Do you need a reminder slap, honey?" he asks, a slight edge to his voice. "No I don't, please, I'm sorry." I blurt out quickly, opening my eyes, to see his steel cock postioned directly in front of my lips. "That's a good girl," his voice low and smooth with control, his eyes filling with amusement at my submissiveness. I am surprised as he reaches over to my bedside table, pumps a small amount of lotion in his palm, and begins rubbing it between my breasts. Then he slides back and pushes them together around his cock tightly. "I want you to watch me fucking your tits. Don't turn away from me, even for a second." he orders firmly. I nod and stare as he begins thrusting himself back and forth, never taking his eyes from my blushing face. He continually speeds up with each movement, squeezing my nipples and moaning slightly. "Has a man done this to you before?" he asks, his voice getting huskier now. "No, my husband has never done this to me." I shake my head, but keep my eyes focused between my breasts. "Mmmmm. What about other men?" he asks, moaning louder now. "I've never been with any other man than my husband." I reply, humiliated at having to answer these personal questions, as I feel the head of his cock grinding against my chin with each thrust . He's sliding faster and harder between my breasts now. "Well then, I guess I'll have to show you how hot fucking another man can be!" He stops and slides himself down slowly, kissing and licking the soft skin surrounding my belly and thighs. He delicately licks the small stretch marks on my belly, sending shivers between my legs. Moving his face between my thighs, he tenderly runs his tongue along the skin between my legs and pussy. He reaches his hand back and rips the scarf binding my left leg, quickly releasing it. Putting his hand behind my knee, he pushes my leg into a bent postion above my chest. This leaves me completely exposed in such a humiliating way to his waiting mouth and hands. "I want you to be a good girl and keep your leg like that for me." Slipping both hands between my legs, he parts my moist lips and teasingly pokes his tongue in and out. I hear a small moan, then realize it's the sound of my own voice. Angry that my body is starting to betray me, I look away and try to focus on objects in the room to forget what he's doing to me. "You better be watching me, honey." he says, not bothering to lift his head. How can he know what I'm doing? I can't believe this stranger has such control over me. I move my eyes back to the bottom of the bed and watch as his head rises up with each flick of his protruding tongue. His hair tickles the sides of my legs, as his tongue probes deeper between my trembling legs. He moves up and begins licking small circles around my clit, placing his finger where his tongue had just been. He penetrates me deeply with his finger, then pulls back out. Continuing to do this, he now licks my clit gently, not letting up for a moment. I instinctively buck my hips against him, and begin to moan in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhhh," I whisper silently, trying to shield my enjoyment from him as much as possible. Grinning up at me "You can't hide it from me honey. I can feel how hot and wet you are. Go ahead, show me how I make you feel. I'm going to make you cum for me so hard!!" He leans back down, licking furiously now against my clit. Sliding another finger inside me, he reaches up to massage my breast firmly with the other one. " Cum for me baby. You know you want to. I want to hear you scream for me!" He bites down on my clit lightly, fucking me fast with his fingers. "Scream for the man who's forcing you to be his good girl." He pushes me over the edge!!! All self control gone, a scream pours through my lips as my hips buck violently to the waves of ecstasy flowing deep inside me. "ohhhhh yesssssss!!" I whimper, giving in to my cravings and his powerfully erotic words. Before I have a chance to catch my breath, I feel him slide on top of me, his hardness rubbing against my sensitive mound. "Are you ready sweet thing?" he whispers before plunging deep inside my tender walls. I gasp and try to push him away, turning my head from side to side on the pillow. He puts a hand on each side of my head, forcing me to face him. "I want to see your beautiful face as I fuck you hard and make you cum again!" I look into his hungry eyes, panting breathlessly with each excited beat of my heart. The sensations in my body are almost unbearable as he buries his massive cock deep within me over and over. He begins to moan against me, leaning down and taking my breast into his mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmm'" he murmurs licking continuous circles around my hard nipple, pounding me deep into the bed. I can't help but close my eyes as my body thunderously rolls inside building to a climax that's escalated further with each rough thrust. Despite feeling lost in my own pleasure, I'm aware his moaning is getting deeper as he pumps wildly into me and I know he is getting close. "Please don't cum inside me!" I beg him desperately. Ignoring my pleas, I feel his body stiffen, then shudder continuously as he explodes deep within me. His heavy moans drift against my shoulder as his powerful body collapses on top of me. He stays that way for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. Suddenly, my eyes fill with terror as he reaches down the side of the bed and places the knife at my throat again. He pulls out of me and moves to lay beside me, holding the knife very still for what seems like hours, but is only about 30 seconds. He reaches over and cuts one of my hands free. "Don't move or say anything." Dropping the knife on the floor, he gets off the bed and gets dressed slowly. He sits down beside me , caressing my hair and leaning down close to my face. "Do I have to worry about the cops coming after me? Are you going to tell anyone?" His dark eyes penetrate mine, intimidating the hell out of me. "No, I promise I won't say anything" my voice trembling again, my eyes never leaving his. "That's a good girl," he says, reaching down and lightly tracing the stretch marks on my belly. "Because if you tell, I guarantee you they won't catch me. But I'll be back for you and I won't be so nice next time." He softly kisses my lips, winks at me and leaves without another word. I lay on the bed for awhile, then reach up to untie my wrist and ankle with my free hand. Walking into the living room, I turn off the cd player and stand in front of the television. I open a case and pop the tape I rented into the video player. Dimming the lights, I lay down on the couch with a warm blanket, and think how incredibly sexy it is to be scared!!