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As you probably guessed from the title of this story, my name is Sweets. No, not really, but we will go with that for this story. I am a fairly typical northern girl from the suburbs of a major Midwestern city. I have long had a fantasy of being taken by a man whom I do not know and never see. In my fantasy, I am handcuffed, blindfolded, tied down and my body is ravaged by some stranger. My animal instincts are set free, sexual appetite is completely satisfied and I am pushed way beyond any comfort level that I have previously enjoyed. I become a slut for his pleasure, use and enjoyment. As I said, this is a fantasy or at least it was until recently when I gave myself an early Christmas present.
Like most Lush members, I enjoy a wide range of online friends. One of those friends, I had chatted with on a regular basis. I knew him to be a southern boy who was highly intelligent, had a most unusual background and was well educated but with a tremendous imagination. He did some kind of secretive work where he disappears for a week or more at a time. The mystery in him made our friendship even more erotically enticing. His stories turned me on and I had gotten off after reading them more than once. We chatted quite often and over time we shared fantasies with one another. We will simply call him T in this story. That is the first letter of the name that I know him by anyway. I had never spoken with him in person or seen a picture and that mystery made our “friendship” even more enticing. Of course there was always the chance that his stories were more reports of actual events than fictional stories. That possibility sent my mind wondering and my pussy dripping on more than one occasion.
Several months ago, I shared with T my fantasy of being tied up and taken by a total stranger. I wanted to be used like a slut with my fantasy man taking total control. T eventually asked if I was planning on acting on it. Of course I was not. I am a respectable mom and office worker who has been married for twelve years.
My husband has always been pretty good to me but his skills in the bed were lacking. It’s not that we didn’t have sex. Sex at home with my belly ballooning and balding beau was simply routine. He's very vanilla and a very average lover with an average dick. BORING.
In response to his question, I told T that I never could act on my fantasy because my husband would probably find out. It turns out that T traveled to the suburbs close to the city where I live once every month on business. This provided an opportunity and a temptation but I was too scared of being caught to act on my fantasy. Over time, though, I became more daring and hatched a plan.
It was a typical Tuesday night in my Midwestern suburb; cold and dreary. My husband was staying home with the kids while I went to a baby shower for one of the girls at work. At least that is what I told him. According to my plan, I would leave home at 6:30 for a baby shower that started at 7:00. I would be wearing a conservative dress that would be welcomed in any church. I would be back home by 10:30 to kiss the children good night and crawl into bed beside him to get my rest for work the next day. In spite of his reluctance, I had bribed him into accepting the childcare job by getting him two six-packs of his favorite beer and handed him the first two of the twelve as I left. I knew he would finish most of them before stumbling to bed where I could expect to find him when I got home. With a fake but beautifully wrapped gift in hand, I kissed him good night and headed out the door with butterflies filling my stomach, my knees nearly knocking, my nipples rapidly hardening and my mind reeling until I was almost lightheaded.
In reality, I drove fifteen minutes to the parking lot of an upscale hotel that I had passed hundreds of times. I parked near the rear of the hotel so that my car would not be seen and jumped in the backseat. Looking around to make sure that no one could see I slipped off my church dress and slid on my shortest miniskirt. I reached underneath and slid my panties off leaving my bare, freshly shaved pussy exposed to the cool air just as T had instructed. I then put on a thin white top, making sure to ditch the bra and leave my “C” cup breasts to rub the silky fabric in the cold night air. I completed the ensemble with thigh-high stockings, dignified pumps and a spray of my favorite perfume. I got out of the back seat and put on my long winter coat covering all but my calves and shoes so no one seeing me would be the wiser.
The butterflies were still doing somersaults in my stomach. I almost backed out but curiosity got the better of me and I headed across the parking lot, looking at the text from T to confirm my instructions. T had said to look for a white car along the front row of cars in the hotel parking lot. He had given me a specific make and model. According to his note, there would be a white envelope under the driver’s windshield wiper with “sweets” written on the upper right corner of the envelope. As I rounded the corner, the white envelope seemed to be staring at and beckoning me. Still hesitant, I was too curious to deny myself the opportunity to at least look. I was thinking about turning around but had to see what was next. As I opened the envelope, inside was a hotel room key and a note. The note read, “Go to room 323, enter using the key, pour yourself a glass of champagne and open the yellow envelope.” I looked at my watch. It was 7:00.
I was so nervous now that my legs were uncontrollably shaking. Should I? Could I? Maybe I should just leave. I reached into my purse, checking that the package of condoms I had bought were still there. As I did, the thought ran through my head, “It is now or never." I so want what I have never had, to be totally dominated. I reasoned that the risk of being discovered was fairly nonexistent so headed into the hotel lobby, up the elevator and to room 323. I listened for sounds in the room but heard none. I inserted the card key in the door and heard the metallic sound of the lock disengaging.
I slowly opened the door and cautiously looked around. There was no one in the room but in the front room of the two-room suite there was a bottle of champagne, a glass, a dozen red roses, a note marked “Sweets” and a large yellow envelope. The note said, “It should now be 7:05. The champagne was just opened, please enjoy a glass or two. At 7:15, open the yellow envelope.”
I did as I was told but actually had three glasses of champagne and did enjoy smelling the roses a dozen times. I was so nervous. At 7:15, I opened the envelope. Inside was a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs and a note. The note read, “Put these on, turn out the lights and sit in the chair. Then wait.”
I was so tempted to run but so tempted to stay. I looked around the room which was extremely neat and organized. My temptation got the better of my judgment so I walked across the room, turned out the lights, and sat back down in the chair. The blindfold was easy to put on but the handcuffs took a bit more effort. I suddenly realized that I was trapped and panicked. I was handcuffed and didn’t have the key. I couldn’t call anyone because I couldn’t explain how I got here and I could never explain the handcuffs much less how I was dressed. My nipples were fully erect against my silk blouse and the juices from my overexcited pussy were soaking my inner thighs. I sat for what seemed an eternity but was really only about ten minutes. Then I heard the familiar sound of the mechanical lock unlatching as the correct cardkey was entered into lock.
A voice with a slight southern drawl told me not to scream. My heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe. The stranger pulled my head to the side. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he used his fingers to pinch my already hard nipples.
I panicked and struggled, trying to free myself, but he only pinched my nipples harder. He stood in front of me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder pausing just briefly. He dropped me on the bed, rolled me over to my stomach and straddled me from behind. In the struggle my skirt rode up and I could feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass.
He reminded me not to scream, telling me that he would leave me unhurt if I obeyed him. I nodded in agreement. He pulled his hand from my mouth and I gasped, drawing in the cool air. He turned me over and I felt the bed move as he stood up. I knew that he was looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seemed like an eternity, until I felt his shaved face touch my inner thigh.
He spread my legs apart and slowly ran a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I tried to close my legs, but his shoulders were preventing me from doing so. He began to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. I clinched my eyes shut and prayed that my body didn't betray me. I could feel myself grow wetter. I was trying hard not to let him know that he was turning me on. I knew that he could hear my ragged breathing.
I then felt something soft rubbing my vagina. It was soft and strange but also familiar. As he dragged it across my swollen womanhood from front to back, I felt a slight prick on my inner thigh. It was the rose. He was caressing my flower with a flower.
Mmmmm! I was so close to cumming, I couldn’t distract my mind from what he was doing. My hips had a mind of their own, rotating to his rubbing. He then placed the stem of the rose between my breasts with the tip of the flower just below my chin and its perfume added to the aroma of my arousal. He roughly caressed me with his hand and then he slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. Such an erotic feeling, feeling his finger slide wetly in and out. I could hear him breathing in time with my breathing.
He let his finger slide out of my pussy, I tried to raise up to protest, but he pushed me back down to the bed and flipped me over again while straddling me. I could feel his denim covered crotch, rubbing against me. He was so hard. I could feel his cock through his jeans. I spread my legs farther apart, silently telling him I wanted more. He pulled away leaving my pussy aching to be touched again.
I heard him unbuttoning his jeans. Oh the anticipation I had of feeling his hard cock glide into my wet waiting pussy. I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing at my pussy. I was so hot. It felt like his skin was burning mine. Slowly inch by inch he entered me. Grabbing my hips he pulled me back hard and rough, till he was buried deep in my pussy. His cock was massive, much larger than any that I had before. He held me there as if he was savoring the feeling. I was so full and the length was reaching virgin parts of me that had never before been reached.
Then he slowly took my right leg and pulled it up, making me twist my body. I knew what he wanted. He groaned and reached for my breasts. Excitement seeped from my body. My swollen nipples burned with desire. I no longer cared how dangerous he might be. I wanted this man to take me, to fill me, to fuck me until I begged him to stop. I started to tremble and my first orgasm hit, flooding my pussy with juices. It was then that I remembered about the condoms and tried to stop him. He pulled out while leaving me wanting more. I felt him spin me around 180 degrees and flip me over so that my head was hanging just over the edge of the bed and I was on my back.
I felt the tip of his cock against my lip and then he drove it into my mouth like a man on a mission. After getting most of that huge cock in my mouth he pulled out until just the tip was on my lips. I swirled my tongue over the tight skin of his crown, tracing it along the ridge leading to his shaft. Slowly I explored every inch of his hard flesh with my lips and tongue, kissing down the length to his testicles. I took each one into my mouth before moving back up and sliding my lips over his swollen tip.
It had been much too long since I had pleasured a man this way. I realized how much I missed the feel of hard flesh sliding through my lips and throbbing against my tongue. I took him deep into my mouth savoring the salty flavor of his manhood. My pussy seeped with desire.
The dormant skills for pleasuring a man with my mouth quickly returned. I moved my lips up and down, massaging the ridges and veins of his bulging flesh with my tongue. I wrapped my handcuffed fingers around the base and stroked him in perfect synchronization with my lips. He put his hands on my head and rocked back and forth pushing in and out of my mouth to match my movements. He then took control and earnestly began fucking my throat, pushing his member further down my throat than I knew was possible. At least I didn’t have to worry about condoms this way.
The tingling between my legs could no longer be ignored. I abandoned having my cuffed hands near my mouth and lowered them to my burning womanhood. I slid a finger along my open folds and found the swollen button pushing out from its little cave. A loud moan was muffled by the massive cock stuffed deep in my mouth. I moved my lips up and down his length faster and faster. My moans became louder and more desperate. The pressure in my loins continued to build. It released with a burst and I screamed as my second orgasm hit.
He pulled out from my mouth, moved quickly and drove his huge cock into my pulsating pussy to the full length of his nine-inch member. My pussy clenched and pulsed in a series of spasms. Spit drooled from my lips and dribbled down my chin. I gasped and coughed, wrapping my trembling thighs around him. I wanted to feel his ejaculate fill my pussy. With a massive explosion, he granted that wish. I didn’t even think about condoms. He shot his seed deep in my womb. I felt him pulse again and again filling my pussy with spurt after spurt. I had become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.
As I came down off of my orgasmic high, I couldn’t believe that I had just done that with a stranger whom I had not even seen. I reached up to remove the blindfold but with a sharp “NO” he slapped my ass and told me to leave it on. He guided my hand to his massive penis, which I expected to be flaccid, but it was still hard.
T lifted me from the bed like a feather and laid me on the table face down with him having perfect access to me from behind. He spread my legs, which were still quivering from the past orgasms. His lips teased the insides of both thighs. He blew gently on my moist folds sending a shiver through my body. His tongue reached out and flicked over my hard little bud and then plunged into my steamy passage.
"Oh God... yes," I moaned.
He clamped his lips around my quivering plum and continued to pleasure me with his tongue. I squirmed on the table and pushed backwards against his mouth. He didn’t just lick me, he sucked my pussy, trying to draw it into his mouth. My moans became louder and more desperate. My thighs began to shake. My toes curled. The pressure in between my legs became unbearable.
I bucked and jerked against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure gripped my insides in a wave of bliss. My shrieks and squeals filled the air. His tongue lapped up the juices pouring out from my opening. I moved my cuffed hands to my breasts. My fingers pinched my burning nipples. I arched my back and gritted my teeth. Another wave of spasms gripped my pussy.
He released his grip on my hips and stood up behind me. He lined his ridged cock up to my opening and began driving into me again with rapid, almost violent, thrusts. He was fucking his slut and as he did, reached around pinching my nipples so hard that I was experiencing both pain and pleasure.
My head jerked backwards each time he slammed into me. While holding one breast, he used the other hand to drive two fingers deep into my ass, holding them there as he ravaged my pussy. I grabbed the sides of the tabletop with a death grip in an attempt to maintain my bearings but it was a losing cause. I felt like I was being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through my pussy, the meat stick pounding me, the bruising of my nipples and the probing of my ass.
"Yes, yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..."
My screams of pleasure turned to whimpers of exhaustion. He finally stopped moving. His huge cock was still buried deep inside me. The walls of my vagina twitched against him as the convulsions slowly subsided.
He then commanded me to drink and against my lips I realized was the champagne bottle with which this evening started. After I took two gulps, he pulled the bottle back. I then felt the cold sensation of champagne being poured slowly on my back between my shoulders and running down my back across my inflamed ass, around our joined sex union and down my leg to the floor. He then took the empty bottle and teased my sensitive bum with the tip driving in just about an inch.
Next he pulled out briefly from both holes and drove his cock into my waiting ass. With pain and pleasure he fucked me like the whore I had become. After two or three minutes, the stranger turned me around and kissed me hard on the lips where I tasted the mixture of both of our juices and the champagne. He lifted me into the air and cupped the cheeks of my ass while impaling his member deep into my pussy. I threw my arms around him.
He held me like a feather with his cock buried deep inside my body. With my legs wrapped around him, I pulled myself up his length and plunged down impaling my pussy on his huge shaft. I did it again and then again and again and again. He guided my movements with his hands and thrust up into me. Each time I came crashing down on him.
"Yes... yes... more... fuck me..."
He staggered across the room with me impaled on his stiff shaft. We knocked over a chair and landed squarely on the floor. I desperately held on tight and rode him like the whore I had become. He fucked me hard, jerking my head upward with each powerful thrust. My heels dug into the cheeks of his ass. My fingers clawed at his back. I sank my teeth into the thin skin of his neck. I couldn't get enough. He then exploded into me once again sending wave after wave of semen up my love canal.
After our orgasms subsided he told me that it was time for the “baby shower” to be over and that I could clean up in the bathroom before going home, but not to remove the blindfold until I heard the door shut. He undid the handcuffs and three minutes later I heard the door shut.
An hour later, I kissed the kids good night and laid down next to my sleeping husband. I drifted off to sleep as Shamu snored beside me. Exhausted but a fantasy fulfilled.
Like most Lush members, I enjoy a wide range of online friends. One of those friends, I had chatted with on a regular basis. I knew him to be a southern boy who was highly intelligent, had a most unusual background and was well educated but with a tremendous imagination. He did some kind of secretive work where he disappears for a week or more at a time. The mystery in him made our friendship even more erotically enticing. His stories turned me on and I had gotten off after reading them more than once. We chatted quite often and over time we shared fantasies with one another. We will simply call him T in this story. That is the first letter of the name that I know him by anyway. I had never spoken with him in person or seen a picture and that mystery made our “friendship” even more enticing. Of course there was always the chance that his stories were more reports of actual events than fictional stories. That possibility sent my mind wondering and my pussy dripping on more than one occasion.
Several months ago, I shared with T my fantasy of being tied up and taken by a total stranger. I wanted to be used like a slut with my fantasy man taking total control. T eventually asked if I was planning on acting on it. Of course I was not. I am a respectable mom and office worker who has been married for twelve years.
My husband has always been pretty good to me but his skills in the bed were lacking. It’s not that we didn’t have sex. Sex at home with my belly ballooning and balding beau was simply routine. He's very vanilla and a very average lover with an average dick. BORING.
In response to his question, I told T that I never could act on my fantasy because my husband would probably find out. It turns out that T traveled to the suburbs close to the city where I live once every month on business. This provided an opportunity and a temptation but I was too scared of being caught to act on my fantasy. Over time, though, I became more daring and hatched a plan.
It was a typical Tuesday night in my Midwestern suburb; cold and dreary. My husband was staying home with the kids while I went to a baby shower for one of the girls at work. At least that is what I told him. According to my plan, I would leave home at 6:30 for a baby shower that started at 7:00. I would be wearing a conservative dress that would be welcomed in any church. I would be back home by 10:30 to kiss the children good night and crawl into bed beside him to get my rest for work the next day. In spite of his reluctance, I had bribed him into accepting the childcare job by getting him two six-packs of his favorite beer and handed him the first two of the twelve as I left. I knew he would finish most of them before stumbling to bed where I could expect to find him when I got home. With a fake but beautifully wrapped gift in hand, I kissed him good night and headed out the door with butterflies filling my stomach, my knees nearly knocking, my nipples rapidly hardening and my mind reeling until I was almost lightheaded.
In reality, I drove fifteen minutes to the parking lot of an upscale hotel that I had passed hundreds of times. I parked near the rear of the hotel so that my car would not be seen and jumped in the backseat. Looking around to make sure that no one could see I slipped off my church dress and slid on my shortest miniskirt. I reached underneath and slid my panties off leaving my bare, freshly shaved pussy exposed to the cool air just as T had instructed. I then put on a thin white top, making sure to ditch the bra and leave my “C” cup breasts to rub the silky fabric in the cold night air. I completed the ensemble with thigh-high stockings, dignified pumps and a spray of my favorite perfume. I got out of the back seat and put on my long winter coat covering all but my calves and shoes so no one seeing me would be the wiser.
The butterflies were still doing somersaults in my stomach. I almost backed out but curiosity got the better of me and I headed across the parking lot, looking at the text from T to confirm my instructions. T had said to look for a white car along the front row of cars in the hotel parking lot. He had given me a specific make and model. According to his note, there would be a white envelope under the driver’s windshield wiper with “sweets” written on the upper right corner of the envelope. As I rounded the corner, the white envelope seemed to be staring at and beckoning me. Still hesitant, I was too curious to deny myself the opportunity to at least look. I was thinking about turning around but had to see what was next. As I opened the envelope, inside was a hotel room key and a note. The note read, “Go to room 323, enter using the key, pour yourself a glass of champagne and open the yellow envelope.” I looked at my watch. It was 7:00.
I was so nervous now that my legs were uncontrollably shaking. Should I? Could I? Maybe I should just leave. I reached into my purse, checking that the package of condoms I had bought were still there. As I did, the thought ran through my head, “It is now or never." I so want what I have never had, to be totally dominated. I reasoned that the risk of being discovered was fairly nonexistent so headed into the hotel lobby, up the elevator and to room 323. I listened for sounds in the room but heard none. I inserted the card key in the door and heard the metallic sound of the lock disengaging.
I slowly opened the door and cautiously looked around. There was no one in the room but in the front room of the two-room suite there was a bottle of champagne, a glass, a dozen red roses, a note marked “Sweets” and a large yellow envelope. The note said, “It should now be 7:05. The champagne was just opened, please enjoy a glass or two. At 7:15, open the yellow envelope.”
I did as I was told but actually had three glasses of champagne and did enjoy smelling the roses a dozen times. I was so nervous. At 7:15, I opened the envelope. Inside was a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs and a note. The note read, “Put these on, turn out the lights and sit in the chair. Then wait.”
I was so tempted to run but so tempted to stay. I looked around the room which was extremely neat and organized. My temptation got the better of my judgment so I walked across the room, turned out the lights, and sat back down in the chair. The blindfold was easy to put on but the handcuffs took a bit more effort. I suddenly realized that I was trapped and panicked. I was handcuffed and didn’t have the key. I couldn’t call anyone because I couldn’t explain how I got here and I could never explain the handcuffs much less how I was dressed. My nipples were fully erect against my silk blouse and the juices from my overexcited pussy were soaking my inner thighs. I sat for what seemed an eternity but was really only about ten minutes. Then I heard the familiar sound of the mechanical lock unlatching as the correct cardkey was entered into lock.
A voice with a slight southern drawl told me not to scream. My heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe. The stranger pulled my head to the side. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he used his fingers to pinch my already hard nipples.
I panicked and struggled, trying to free myself, but he only pinched my nipples harder. He stood in front of me, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder pausing just briefly. He dropped me on the bed, rolled me over to my stomach and straddled me from behind. In the struggle my skirt rode up and I could feel the rough denim of his jeans against my bare ass.
He reminded me not to scream, telling me that he would leave me unhurt if I obeyed him. I nodded in agreement. He pulled his hand from my mouth and I gasped, drawing in the cool air. He turned me over and I felt the bed move as he stood up. I knew that he was looking at me with my skirt up around my hips. It seemed like an eternity, until I felt his shaved face touch my inner thigh.
He spread my legs apart and slowly ran a finger from my asshole to my pussy, coming to rest on my clit. I tried to close my legs, but his shoulders were preventing me from doing so. He began to rub my clit, slowly and lightly in a circular motion. I clinched my eyes shut and prayed that my body didn't betray me. I could feel myself grow wetter. I was trying hard not to let him know that he was turning me on. I knew that he could hear my ragged breathing.
I then felt something soft rubbing my vagina. It was soft and strange but also familiar. As he dragged it across my swollen womanhood from front to back, I felt a slight prick on my inner thigh. It was the rose. He was caressing my flower with a flower.
Mmmmm! I was so close to cumming, I couldn’t distract my mind from what he was doing. My hips had a mind of their own, rotating to his rubbing. He then placed the stem of the rose between my breasts with the tip of the flower just below my chin and its perfume added to the aroma of my arousal. He roughly caressed me with his hand and then he slowly inserted his finger into my pussy. Such an erotic feeling, feeling his finger slide wetly in and out. I could hear him breathing in time with my breathing.
He let his finger slide out of my pussy, I tried to raise up to protest, but he pushed me back down to the bed and flipped me over again while straddling me. I could feel his denim covered crotch, rubbing against me. He was so hard. I could feel his cock through his jeans. I spread my legs farther apart, silently telling him I wanted more. He pulled away leaving my pussy aching to be touched again.
I heard him unbuttoning his jeans. Oh the anticipation I had of feeling his hard cock glide into my wet waiting pussy. I could feel the head of his hard cock pressing at my pussy. I was so hot. It felt like his skin was burning mine. Slowly inch by inch he entered me. Grabbing my hips he pulled me back hard and rough, till he was buried deep in my pussy. His cock was massive, much larger than any that I had before. He held me there as if he was savoring the feeling. I was so full and the length was reaching virgin parts of me that had never before been reached.
Then he slowly took my right leg and pulled it up, making me twist my body. I knew what he wanted. He groaned and reached for my breasts. Excitement seeped from my body. My swollen nipples burned with desire. I no longer cared how dangerous he might be. I wanted this man to take me, to fill me, to fuck me until I begged him to stop. I started to tremble and my first orgasm hit, flooding my pussy with juices. It was then that I remembered about the condoms and tried to stop him. He pulled out while leaving me wanting more. I felt him spin me around 180 degrees and flip me over so that my head was hanging just over the edge of the bed and I was on my back.
I felt the tip of his cock against my lip and then he drove it into my mouth like a man on a mission. After getting most of that huge cock in my mouth he pulled out until just the tip was on my lips. I swirled my tongue over the tight skin of his crown, tracing it along the ridge leading to his shaft. Slowly I explored every inch of his hard flesh with my lips and tongue, kissing down the length to his testicles. I took each one into my mouth before moving back up and sliding my lips over his swollen tip.
It had been much too long since I had pleasured a man this way. I realized how much I missed the feel of hard flesh sliding through my lips and throbbing against my tongue. I took him deep into my mouth savoring the salty flavor of his manhood. My pussy seeped with desire.
The dormant skills for pleasuring a man with my mouth quickly returned. I moved my lips up and down, massaging the ridges and veins of his bulging flesh with my tongue. I wrapped my handcuffed fingers around the base and stroked him in perfect synchronization with my lips. He put his hands on my head and rocked back and forth pushing in and out of my mouth to match my movements. He then took control and earnestly began fucking my throat, pushing his member further down my throat than I knew was possible. At least I didn’t have to worry about condoms this way.
The tingling between my legs could no longer be ignored. I abandoned having my cuffed hands near my mouth and lowered them to my burning womanhood. I slid a finger along my open folds and found the swollen button pushing out from its little cave. A loud moan was muffled by the massive cock stuffed deep in my mouth. I moved my lips up and down his length faster and faster. My moans became louder and more desperate. The pressure in my loins continued to build. It released with a burst and I screamed as my second orgasm hit.
He pulled out from my mouth, moved quickly and drove his huge cock into my pulsating pussy to the full length of his nine-inch member. My pussy clenched and pulsed in a series of spasms. Spit drooled from my lips and dribbled down my chin. I gasped and coughed, wrapping my trembling thighs around him. I wanted to feel his ejaculate fill my pussy. With a massive explosion, he granted that wish. I didn’t even think about condoms. He shot his seed deep in my womb. I felt him pulse again and again filling my pussy with spurt after spurt. I had become his shameless whore, his wanton slut.
As I came down off of my orgasmic high, I couldn’t believe that I had just done that with a stranger whom I had not even seen. I reached up to remove the blindfold but with a sharp “NO” he slapped my ass and told me to leave it on. He guided my hand to his massive penis, which I expected to be flaccid, but it was still hard.
T lifted me from the bed like a feather and laid me on the table face down with him having perfect access to me from behind. He spread my legs, which were still quivering from the past orgasms. His lips teased the insides of both thighs. He blew gently on my moist folds sending a shiver through my body. His tongue reached out and flicked over my hard little bud and then plunged into my steamy passage.
"Oh God... yes," I moaned.
He clamped his lips around my quivering plum and continued to pleasure me with his tongue. I squirmed on the table and pushed backwards against his mouth. He didn’t just lick me, he sucked my pussy, trying to draw it into his mouth. My moans became louder and more desperate. My thighs began to shake. My toes curled. The pressure in between my legs became unbearable.
I bucked and jerked against his mouth. Ripples of pleasure gripped my insides in a wave of bliss. My shrieks and squeals filled the air. His tongue lapped up the juices pouring out from my opening. I moved my cuffed hands to my breasts. My fingers pinched my burning nipples. I arched my back and gritted my teeth. Another wave of spasms gripped my pussy.
He released his grip on my hips and stood up behind me. He lined his ridged cock up to my opening and began driving into me again with rapid, almost violent, thrusts. He was fucking his slut and as he did, reached around pinching my nipples so hard that I was experiencing both pain and pleasure.
My head jerked backwards each time he slammed into me. While holding one breast, he used the other hand to drive two fingers deep into my ass, holding them there as he ravaged my pussy. I grabbed the sides of the tabletop with a death grip in an attempt to maintain my bearings but it was a losing cause. I felt like I was being torn apart by the non-stop explosions ripping through my pussy, the meat stick pounding me, the bruising of my nipples and the probing of my ass.
"Yes, yes... fuck me... FUCK ME..."
My screams of pleasure turned to whimpers of exhaustion. He finally stopped moving. His huge cock was still buried deep inside me. The walls of my vagina twitched against him as the convulsions slowly subsided.
He then commanded me to drink and against my lips I realized was the champagne bottle with which this evening started. After I took two gulps, he pulled the bottle back. I then felt the cold sensation of champagne being poured slowly on my back between my shoulders and running down my back across my inflamed ass, around our joined sex union and down my leg to the floor. He then took the empty bottle and teased my sensitive bum with the tip driving in just about an inch.
Next he pulled out briefly from both holes and drove his cock into my waiting ass. With pain and pleasure he fucked me like the whore I had become. After two or three minutes, the stranger turned me around and kissed me hard on the lips where I tasted the mixture of both of our juices and the champagne. He lifted me into the air and cupped the cheeks of my ass while impaling his member deep into my pussy. I threw my arms around him.
He held me like a feather with his cock buried deep inside my body. With my legs wrapped around him, I pulled myself up his length and plunged down impaling my pussy on his huge shaft. I did it again and then again and again and again. He guided my movements with his hands and thrust up into me. Each time I came crashing down on him.
"Yes... yes... more... fuck me..."
He staggered across the room with me impaled on his stiff shaft. We knocked over a chair and landed squarely on the floor. I desperately held on tight and rode him like the whore I had become. He fucked me hard, jerking my head upward with each powerful thrust. My heels dug into the cheeks of his ass. My fingers clawed at his back. I sank my teeth into the thin skin of his neck. I couldn't get enough. He then exploded into me once again sending wave after wave of semen up my love canal.
After our orgasms subsided he told me that it was time for the “baby shower” to be over and that I could clean up in the bathroom before going home, but not to remove the blindfold until I heard the door shut. He undid the handcuffs and three minutes later I heard the door shut.
An hour later, I kissed the kids good night and laid down next to my sleeping husband. I drifted off to sleep as Shamu snored beside me. Exhausted but a fantasy fulfilled.
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