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A strange meeting
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A strange meeting....
He had called that day, earlier in the afternoon and cancelled
their date for that night, using the excuse that he had a leaky
faucet and the landlord was sending the plumber over and he had to
be there. She didn't really believe it and once again her jealousy
shone through, thinking the worst; like he had a better offer for
the evening and just didn't want to hurt her. She had never had any
proof for the many times he had done this to her, and she just
couldn't bring herself to confront him about it. Deep down in her
heart, she knew it just couldn't be true, but her imagination
sometimes got the best of her. Maybe that is the reason she had
never asked him. Well, enough thinking about it. All she knew now
was that she had no plans, so she decided to take a warm bubble bath
and curl up infront of the tube with a good Humphrey Bogart movie.
After all, Bogie really knew how to treat the women. She went into
the bathroom and started a white bush, over
her stomach and up to her breasts, covering all but her erect
nipples, and finally to her neck, where she then rested her head on
the back of the tub, letting her body soak in the water and the
perfume from the bubble bath. She laid there thinking that this was
heaven, and close to being as good as sex....with Mike, anyways.
The music came wafting in through the door and she closed her eyes,
her mind once again wandering back to the conversation they had had
earlier that day, dissapointed because she had been really horney
for the past couple of days, and Mike would have taken care of it
that night. She had been sure of that, and looking forward to it.
Until he canelled, that is.
The heat and aroma from the bath ant the soft music took it's toll
on her, because she was so relaxed that she ended up falling asleep
in the tub, in the same position that she had climbed in to it. She
couldn't have been asleep too long, when she heard something fall in
the living room, and it had abruptly awakened her. After regaining
her thoughts, she thought the cat must have knocked something down
off one of the corner tables, and decided she better check to see
what it had broken this time. She released the water from the tub
and climbed out, not bothering to dry off, but simply slipping her
robe around her, and proceeded to walk out into the living room. As
she came through the door, she looked to the tables to find the
object that had fallen, searching for the cat, a gift from Mike of
course. She could see nothing out of place and went to the kitchen,
thinking the damage may have been in there. After throughly looking
around and finding nothing, she thought maybe it had been something
from next door. After all, the walls were paper thin, and many a
night she had been awaken by the noise of her neighbors, a young
married couple that just couldn't seem to get enough sex. Sex....the
subject was always on her mind. She had spent many a night, feeling
guilty, as if she had been evesdropping, when she knew in reality
that she wasn't, but she just couldn't ignore the pounding bed
against the wall, nor the moans and groans when he was pumping
into his wifes pussy with what she thought must have been a well
endowed cock. The screams that came through the wall sounded like
he was trying to rip her pussy wide open sometimes, and she couldn't
help but feel a little sorry for the poor girl, but envious at the
same time.
Figure that one out, Freud...
She came out of the kitchen and walked over to the stereo to turn it
up a little, then headed back to the bedroom to change into her teddy
and get ready to snuggle up with Bogie. She went through the door and
headed to her dresser, when she felt a presence. As she turned around,
a man abruptly grabbed her and gagged her mouth to stop the scream
that was coming. He pulled her arms up behind her back so that she
could not struggle and get away, and she felt the cold, hard metal
and the clickety click click and realized that he had handcuffed her.
Roughly he turned her around to look at him. All she could see were
those eyes staring back at her, seeing how frightened she was. The
only thoughts that were running through her head at the moment were
that a madman had broken in and was now going to kill her. She
struggled to get out of his grasp, and was almost free, when from
nowhere, he reached out and struck her in the face with enough force
to push her onto her bed. The pain was immediate and excruciating.
Never before had she experiened the fire that burned her cheek now,
and she was terrified. She started wimpering, and that only angered
the assailant enough to strike her again. She realized that if she
was going to get out of this alive, that she must be strong and not
show her weaknesses to him. She silenced herself so as to not provoke
another slap, and he apparently was appriciative, as he nodded his
head in approval.
He stood looking at her as if mesmorized, seeing this beautiful
woman who lay helpless, knowing that he controlled her for the moment.
She looked up at the man, trying to remember what he was wearing so
she could give a description to the police, when she noticed that he
carried a bag with him. "Oh god..." she thought to herself, "he is
going to rob me too." "Why, of all nights to cancel, did Mike choose
tonight?" The trance he was in appeared to be broken when he heard
her moving around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position
that would not cramp her arms too badly behind her. He walked toward
her, holding up the bag in front of him, coming to within only a
couple of inches, when she heard a muffled laugh coming from behind
that mask. He dropped the bag onto the bed and she heard stuff
clinking inside it. "He has already gotten my things without me
knowing it. He must have done it while I was sleeping in the tub.."
she thought. The panic started rising again, as she wondered what
else he had done while she had been sleeping. Maybe butchered her
cat? God...what an awful thought.
She soon realized that he hadn't robbed her yet, but these were
tools that he had brought with him. He open the bag and pulled out a
pair of scissors, and reached for her. He turned her over so that her
face was on her pillows and started cutting away the robe. She
couldn't speak, as she still had the gag in her mouth, but the
questions needn't have been asked, as a cold hard reality came over
her and she realized exactly what he wanted.
After he had cut the arms out of her robe, he pulled it off of her,
showing him a white ass on a brown background. Her golden tan
glistened even tho the sun was almost set and darkness had started
descending on the bedroom. He reached down and touched her soft skin,
digging his fingers into her flesh until she winced with pain. She
tried to roll over; away from his grasp, but he was alot stronger and
pulled her back with almost no effort. She struggled more and suddenly
felt a stinging on her ass. It struck her again, and again. She
screamed a muffled scream and it struck her again. The masked man
would not say a word to her, only his actions spoke for him. She
heard him rustling around in his bag and the next thing she knew, her
legs were being spread apart to a point of feeling a terrible pressure
in her cunt. She felt something rough touch her ankle as his hand
grabbed it and held it and wrapped a rope around first one and then
the other, leaving enough at both ends to manage to tie her legs to
the foot of the bed. She was now spread eagle on her stomach and in
a lot of pain. Mext he grabbed her hands and she heard the click of
a key and a release from the handcuffs. She knew there was no use
struggling because even tho her hands were now free, her feet were
bound and she couldn't go anywhere. She heard him in his bad again,
rustling around for what she knew was another rope. No sooner had
she thought it than he was bringing her arms around up in front of
her and wrapping the cord around them to tie them to the head of the
bed. When he was finished, she was almost completely imobile, face
down in a stack of pillows, unable to see this madmans face, in pain,
and feeling of all things....her pussy juices starting to flow within.
"Gawd..." she thought, "I must be crazy. This guy is going to end up
killing me and I find myself getting turned on."
The man moved up to the head of the bed and pulled two or three
pillows out from under her head and walked back to the center of the
bed. He then instructed her to lift up her middle body as much as
possible, by placing his arm underneath her stomach and lifting up.
As he assisted her in doing this, he took the pillows, one at a time,
and folded them in half to make them bigger, and placed them under her
between her stomach and pubic area. When he was finished, her pussy
and ass were sticking up in the air like a toll bridge gate, waiting
to open to let the cars through.
She was in a very uncomfortable position and her legs were starting
to cramp on her and she tried shifting her weight a little to take
some of the pressure off, but it didn't do any good so she could do
nothing but lay there, totally defenseless against this man. Again
she felt the sharp stinging of something hitting her ass, and tho she
couldn't see it, assumed that it was some kind of whip he was using.
He continued on with this for several minutes, stopping for a few
seconds, and then surprising her with another stroke. She could feel
her cunt becoming hotter and the juices had started leaking out from
between her cunt lips and dripping down to the bed. He had seen this,
and known that the whip would have this effect on her, exactly the way
he had planned it.
She felt his hands rubbing her ass cheeks again only not so brutally
this time, but with a gentler touch. He brought his hand down over
her crack and his fingers traced it, following the outline of her
bikini bottom tan, probing into the crack and fingering her cunt,
feeling the juices, and then up to her ass, wiping them there. He
removed his hands and she heard him in the bag again, searching for
something. She knew he had found what he was looking for when she
heard that muffled laugh again, and her heart started pounding, as
she could only imagine what it could be. His fingers placed
themselves back on the crack in her ass and suddenly she felt a hot
sensation, pulsing around the sphincter of her ass hole. He had put
some warming gel on it and as it got hotter, she started squirming,
trying to catch a draft to cool it off, but with no luck. He then ran
his hand down to her cunt, probing the lips, settling down on her clit,
and applying more gel. The heat that she was now feeling from front
and back made it painful, yet exciting still. As he massaged her ass
with one hand, she heard him back in his bag, getting out more things
he planned to use on her. The burning sensation had started to
subside, and she was feeling more comfortable and he knew that he
couldn't let her get too relaxed, so he grabbed her cheeks with the
palms of his hand and probed her ass hole with his index finger, trying
to relax her muscles a little. After all, he didn't want to *really*
hurt her, now did he? She found that she had almost enjoyed that
feeling from the pressure of his finger in her forbidden hole when
suddenly she felt him spreading her as far as she would go, rubbing
some stuff on her ass, but without the burning sensation this time,
and she screamed as she felt him ram something up into it, with no
real warning. He had inserted a butt plug into her virgin ass and
she didn't like it and tried to squeeze it back out, but he only held
it in, forcing it deeper. She felt like someone had torn her apart,
and the desire to shit was almost more than she could handle. He held
the plug with one hand and reached down and felt her pussy lips with
his other. Prodding them apart, he fingered her clit, rubbing it and
pulling on it, and she found that her ass was finally accepting this
plug, and the longer it was in there, the more control she had, and
the more desirable it was. She felt him insert a finger in to her
pussy, then pull it out, in and out, and as he kept up this movement,
he saw her start grinding her hips in motion with it. She was really
starting to enjoy this after all, and the fears that she had earlier
were not as strong now.
He quickly removed his fingers when he saw how much she was enjoying
it, and reached down onto the bed and got a dildo that had to be 12"
in length and about 3" in width. This monstrosity would bring even
the best size queen down a notch or two after a little play. He brought
it down between her legs and to her cunt lips, knowing that the pain
would be rough, especially with the butt plug still in her ass, but he
also knew that she would learn to enjoy it. He rubbed it over her
cunt, getting it wet with her juices, gliding it up to her clit, and
then back almost to her ass, then up again. She found this pleasurable
but didn't know what he had until she felt the force of this monster
trying to enter her pussy. At first it didn't want to go, so he
slowly kept pushing until the head was almost inside, her cunt
muscles contracting around it, almost willing it into her, and when
he saw that it had gotten that far, he brought it out, hearing a pop
as her cunt released it. He did this again, and her cunt again tried
to bring it in, knowing that it couldn't possibly go too far with all
that she had in her already, and again he brought it back out. It was
a little painful for her, but she was afraid to scream out for fear
that he would ram it into her as he had done with the butt plug, and
she knew that it would then split her in two.
She heard him standing up and stretching, and then footsteps
leaving the room. Suddenly she was quite alarmed, for what if he
decided to leave her here in this position? No one knew what was
happening, and it might be days before someone discovered that she
hadn't been around before they came looking for her. Plus the fact
that being in this position was very embarrasing to say the least, for
any one that might find her. How would she ever explain it? No one
would believe her story, but think she was into kinky sex and had
gotten in a fight with her lover or something and he had walked out
on her, leaving her tied up. Her fears were unfounded, because just
then, she heard him coming back into the room, and from the sound of it,
he had been in the bathroom, and obviously had removed some articles
of clothing, since she didn't hear the rustle of his pant legs rubbing
together. He came back to the bed again and knelt down on it, shifting
her position and also moving the plug in her ass. She felt a cold
hand on her ass and grasping the plug and with a jerk, he had pulled
it out. Pain once again ran through her, but quickly subsided. In
a way, she was glad to have it out of her as it had started becoming
uncomfortable again. She felt something around her pussy and before
she knew it, he had rammed that mamouth dildo into it, pushing hard,
forcing it up farther and farther into her, twisting and turning it,
trying to make it all fit, trying to shape her cunt to take it all.
She felt like she was a virgin all over again, losing that famous
cherry, and feeling that pain that was associated with it. Suddenly
she felt a vibration deep within her and realized that he had turned
the dildo on, and it must have been on high, as it felt like it was
sending electrical jolts through her body. He started moving it
around inside her again, and pumping away at her, just like a human
cock would do. Each time he pushed it back in, she sucked more of it
into a pussy that had suddenly become like a huge vaccum cleaner,
wanting it all. She was getting so hot and excited, she could feel
the jucies flowing out of her, tho she couldn't imagine how since
this dildo filled her up soooo much. He continued manipulating her
with this articifial artical of stimulation and when he thought she
was finally ready, she felt him apply more lubricant to her ass.
"Oh god..." she thought...."not the butt plug again.....please...no..."
She started softly sobbing a little, anticipating the pain that would
soon come if he did this, wondering how she would ever make it through
it. The only thing she felt after the lubrication was the dildo
pumping away at her pussy, making her hotter and hotter. She could
feel her nipples hardening and pushing into the bed, the feeling of
an orgasm on the horizon, knowing that if he kept this up, it wouldn't
be too long. She felt guilty for all of this, but nothing like this
had ever happened to her before, and she had never even imagined
something like this happening, and.....the pain sent her thrashing
around hysterically, trying to tear away the ropes that had her hands
and feet bound, screaming as loud as she could through the gag, feeling
the acid in her stomach start boiling, and then it stopped.
"Thank god....oh thank you for stopping the...." the gutteral scream
escaped her lips once again as he forced his large, rock hard cock
into her ass hole, this time forcing it in as far as it would go,
feeling the dildo against the thin wall seperating the too, rubbing
against it, and enjoying the feeling.....oh so much. He pumped into
her harder and harder, faster and faster, slapping her ass cheeks with
his hands, squeezing them and twisting them, raising welts that would
not go away for a good couple of days, with bruises thereafter for a
week or so. "Yes...." he thought, "this is exactly what she needed".
Quickening his thrusting motion, ignoring her screams of pain, feeling
his balls start tightening up and turning into one, feeling the cum
building up, pumping harder and faster, slapping her ass and hearing
her muffled screams of pain, causing her to thrash around wildly,
pinching her clit and fucking her with the dildo......pushing it in
harder and harder, his cock growing bigger, and forcing it in harder
and deeper.....as he feels his cum shooting up into her ass hole,
traveling into the nether regions, feeling her shake wildly under him,
almost unable to control her spasms, cuming over and over again....the
juices spewing out onto the bed.
He removes his cock from her ass and slowly but gently removes the
huge dildo from her pussy, and proceeds to untie her legs, hands and
ungag her. She is so worn out that all she can do is lay there,
motionless, legs too weak to stand on from the magnitude of the
orgasms, arms to tired to move, not even able to roll herself over.
He reaches over and softly turns her over to face him, looking her in
the eyes and her gaze back at him telling him that this was the best
thing that ever happened to her, effortlessy removing the mask that
had shielded his identity throughout the whole sexcapade, his face
one big smile.
Mike hadn't cancelled after all.....he just wanted to make a guest
appearance.
~Misty Blue~
'89'
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