“We’re not done yet,” he said. I could hear him working his belt buckle. I listened carefully as I imagined what he looked like removing his pants. I licked my lips as I imagined him standing before me fully nude, his hard cock jutting out before him. Then I felt him, there between my legs again, only this time, it wasn’t his hand. My forehead scrunched when I realized what was happening. He spread my lips and pushed a vibrator into my cunt. He left it on slow, but it was enough to have me groaning. Stepping back to admire his work he commented, “You are not allowed to cum yet. If you cum, there will be consequences.” I heard him step away, it seemed further than the bed and I wondered what he was doing. The room was completely silent except for the constant buzz of the vibrator in my pussy. I was alone.
The vibrator pulsed within me as I strained to hear where he had gone. I wondered what he was doing, and as minute after minute passed, I wondered how long he was going to leave me for. I clenched my teeth and soon concentrated on other senses instead of my hearing. I felt almost deaf as I resisted the urge to cum. I focused my thoughts and my mind on ignoring the sensations down below. I briefly contemplated allowing myself to finish and then lying about it when he returned, but I knew that would ruin the game. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly resist any longer I heard his steps across the carpet, moving closer until he was just inches away. I don’t know where he had gone, or how long he had left me alone, I was just pleased he had returned.
“Were you good?” he asked as his hand snuck up between my legs. He gripped the vibrator and pulled it out of me. My pussy pulsed and clenched trying to find the missing device.
“Yes,” I said as I shook my head up and down.
“Good.” He dropped the vibrator onto the floor and then worked at the straps around my ankles. “I’m going to take you off the wall now,” he said moving to my wrists. I almost dropped when I was finally released but he caught me and helped me to stand. “Now you’re going to get on your knees.”
On my knees, ok easy enough, I thought as I fell to the ground.
“Good girl.” Now push your elbows back behind yourself.
I did as he said, and just as I began to wonder at what he might have in mind, I felt a rough rope being laced around my arms. “If this starts to hurt too much, or gets too uncomfortable, let me know.”
“Ok,” I said as I promised myself I wouldn’t be a wimp. I wanted to please him, I wanted to be able to withstand anything he could throw at me. I wanted to prove to him that I was worthy of his domination.
When Sean was satisfied with my arms he then bound them to my calves and ankles. “Now you’re going to suck my cock,” he said as he stood and positioned himself in front of me. I couldn’t move so he stepped forward until I could feel his pubic hair brushing against my nose. Turning my face slightly, I felt his cock firm against my cheek. Without my hands or sight I was forced to make due with only my mouth. I ran my lips down his length until I found his tip. I found myself leaning back before I was able to wrap my mouth around him. He felt big and thick as I slid my lips around him. For a while I solely focused on his head. He was hard as a rock in my mouth and I had to be careful to fold my lips back over my teeth. I felt so hungry for him. I’d have swallowed his entire load right then, but when I took more of him into my mouth and started to suck, he told me to take my time.
“I want you to go slow,” he said as I moved my mouth back to his head. I worked my tongue around his tender underside and into his urethral slit. I had to fight a smile when I heard him groaning. I felt powerful and lucky to be pleasing him. I sucked his tip until I began to taste his precum. His hand fell to the back of my head and pushed me forward. Inch by inch he pressed deeper and deeper into my mouth. It wasn’t long before I felt him bumping against the back of my throat. Completely bound, I was unable to do anything but concentrate on allowing him to slip down my throat. I wanted to gag the first few times and then I had the hang of it. I had no control except to continue sucking as he moved my mouth up and down on his cock. He felt absolutely massive and I couldn’t wait to take his load. Harder and faster – he began to grunt with each long suck. I wanted him to cum more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. I wanted to taste more of him, to take it all, but then he was pulling away, too far away…he back away until my mouth was left wanting and completely cockless.
“Not so hasty,” he said teasingly. I could hear him panting. Pulling away must have been difficult. Once again I was amazed by his restraint. “I still have other plans for you.”
I heard him at the bed again…ah, something else from the suitcase, I thought as I heard him rummaging. When he was finished he kneeled down beside me and loosed one of the ropes around my legs. I still couldn’t move my arms but they were no longer connected to my calves and ankles.
I listened as kneeled on the floor besides me. “Go down on your shoulders, turn your head sideways so it’s comfortable, and put your ass in the air. Like this,” he said as he helped me to move into position. He rubbed his hand roughly across my ass and then it hit, SMACK! My ass immediately felt like it was throbbing. Then came another, SMACK! Each paddling made a sharp sound that echoed through the room. I bit my lip and did my best not to cry out. After a few hits he would take a break and would rub his hand over the red warmth growing across my buttocks. Each time he spanked me my entire body would pitch forward. At first I was in shock, and then I began to enjoy the feeling of being punished. I was a bad girl. I did deserve to be spanked, and after all of my punishment, I knew I would be rewarded, so I took it all like a champ.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“God, you make me so hot!” he said as he leaned forward and kissed my back. Still kneeling on his knees, he scooted across the floor until he was positioned behind me. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how hard you’re making me?” he said as he pressed his hips to my ass.
“Yes,” I answered with a smile.
I heard the sound of a lid popping open. At the time I didn’t know what it could be, just that he had some sort of bottle or something. Then I felt his cock against my ass again, this time it felt cool and slick. Then it dawned on me – lube.
My pussy was so ready, I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my life. I did my best to present myself to him as he slid his cock between my cheeks. Down, down – wait, that’s not my pussy. He stopped when his tip made contact with my asshole.
“Relax,” he said as he began to press forward, his hand flat on my back.
I felt my heart beginning to pound. I’d never done anal before. His cock is huge and I found myself wondering if it would hurt, or if I’d even be able to take him in my ass.
“Shhh…calm down. I won’t hurt you,” he said as he pulled back some and then pressed forward again. It was a gently steady pressure. He was careful not to thrust straight in, he knew I needed time to adjust to him, to allow him into my ass. “That’s right, that’s a good girl,” he cooed as my ass began to open to him. I felt myself stretching wide as his cock began to slide into my ass. He continued to move slowly until I had his entire head engulfed, then it felt easier and he started to press deeper. He didn’t speed up but kept the same slow thrust and inch by inch he drove into me until I had taken his entire length. Once fully seated, he stopped moving and gave me time to adjust to the feel of his huge cock stuffed into my ass. I liked it. I liked knowing that he was violating me in a place that never had been before. I felt so dirty, it felt so good. With my arms bound and my ass in the air, I loved that he could do whatever he wanted to me and there was nothing I could do about it. Yes, this is what I wanted! I needed to be fucked in the ass and I didn’t even know.
Pulling back, he thrust forward again, harder this time. I was ready and he knew it. There was no more need to be slow and careful. I was ready for hard and rough. His hands moved to my hips and he held me steady as he began to pound my ass. I moved my hips back the best I could to meet his every thrust. I wanted him deep. I
wanted to take every single centimeter of him. I could hear his legs slapping against my thighs with each of his movements. The feeling of him was almost like a drug, I just wanted more.
I could feel myself stretching wider and wider to accommodate his thick dick. I felt positively stuffed each time he thrust into me. It was perfect. I couldn’t stop myself when I began to moan. He felt so good. Thrust, thrust, thrust….Oh god…my mind reeled from the pleasure. My ass was sore from the flogging, but it only heightened my experience. Each time his hips brushed my ass, with each thrust, it was a reminder of what he’d put me through. A tiny sting of pain that reminded me that he’d made me his.
He began to groan, deep, sexy, guttural sounds that just about put me over the edge. He was sounding like a wild animal. He was mounting me and it felt animalistic, it felt depraved and delicious.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” I cried out when I felt the familiar heat rising.
“I’m not,” he said as he hunched forward and pounded me faster. I stopped moving and allowed him to hold me steady as he fucked me as hard and fast as he could. Ten strong pumps later and he was crying out as he began to spill his load in my ass. I could feel the intensity of it as it hit my inner walls and sent me over the edge. My asshole and my pussy pulsed around him, milking him for everything he was worth. My whole body felt electric and he filled me with stream after stream. He pumped into me a few more times and then stopped moving. He remained inside of me as I gasped against the floor. I could hear his heavy breathing and knew he was working on coming to terms with his own intense orgasm.
Several minutes passed before he pulled out of my ass. It was a strange feeling to be so empty and I longed for him to push himself into me again. Slowly he began to work my bindings freeing my arms. They ached from the strain, but it was a good pain, a reminder of what had just happened. Last, he pulled the blindfold from my eyes, it was the first time I’d seen him since being strapped to the wall. He looked spent, and like the sexiest man I’d ever seen. He leaned forward until his body was hovering just an inch away from mine, and he kissed me for the second time.
What would you do if your husband permitted you a single week to live out your greatest fantasy? What if your husband has plans of his own?
Claire has only had one fantasy her entire life – to be taken by a stranger. Her husband Chris has tried to fulfill her fantasy but roleplay isn’t his strong suit. When her 30th birthday arrives they make an agreement. Chris will be out of town so Claire is permitted to live out her fantasy, but only for the week.
Things take an unexpected turn after her birthday dinner. Just when it seems like they’re going to have some kinky play time, Chris leaves her alone in the house – naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and bent over the couch.
Suddenly the window slides open, and the person that enters isn’t Chris. Fantasy comes to life when he gets down on his knees and stretches her rear entry for the first time ever. This man is bent on taking everything he wants and he’s going to take it hard and fast.
What all will this stranger do to Claire? Will having her fantasy fulfilled be everything she’s dreamed of?
Bending Rules
This is it, my thirtieth birthday. Besides being done with my twenties, I still looked very young and often get hit on by guys in their early twenties. The benefit of having always eaten healthy and taking care of my skin. People have always had a hard time guessing my age.
Most people would freak out about hitting the big three-oh, but not me. I have everything going for me. I great job, a sexy and loving husband, a fantastic house, there is nothing else I could want, except one thing. My husband Chris and I have an agreement, for my thirtieth birthday I am allowed to have the one thing I truly want. I get the entire week to fulfill my desire, but that is it. I am so grateful that I have a husband that understands my want without getting bent out of shape about it.
The one thing I want is to be surprised by an intruder. I want to be naked on my bed as he pushes open the window, climbs inside, and has his way with me. I have had the same fantasy since I was old enough to fantasize. There’s just something about the unexpected strange. Something about someone attempting to take the most personal thing from you, only to realize that you like it and want more. Just thinking about it is enough to get me throbbing and wet between my thighs.
I’ve tried to live out this fantasy with my husband, but he isn’t into roleplay and can’t pull it off. So, for my thirtieth he agreed to let me work out the details with a stranger so long as I was safe and careful. He would spend my actual birthday with me, and then he was going to be flying out of town for business, which leaves me with the entire week to fulfill my ever dirty wish. Despite agreeing to let me get my rocks off with a stranger, he did set some ground rules. In most cases the rules were common sense and the main point was that I’m only allowed to sleep with one man, and that once the act is over, it’s over. I am not to contact them any longer. I can spend the rest of my days doing whatever I want so long as I’m not continuing to bang the guy. Seemed simple enough, or at least that’s what I thought.
The week started out amazing. My lovely husband had big plans for me. The second I got home from work he insisted that I put on my most beautiful dress and to prepare myself for a night of luxury. As per his request I put on an expensive dress I had bought for myself earlier in the year. It wasn’t a dress I would be able to wear often so I was excited to have the opportunity. As I slipped the silky red dress over my body, a jolt of excitement shot through my body, not just for tonight, but for the week to come. Just as I was about to lean forward to grab one of my necklaces, Chris came up behind me, brushed my hair to the side and began to kiss my neck.
As I closed my eyes and moaned, his large hands slid down my body to the hem of my dress. He used his hips to push me forward against the sink and I could feel that he was already erect. His hands slid underneath the material so that he was touching the bare skin of my ass. I had intentionally stayed panty-less just for him. When he realized what was missing he let out an animalistic growl that had me shivering beneath his touch.
Neither of us said a word as he pushed my dress up around my hips. I leaned forward over the sink basin and looked up in the mirror. I watched as he hastily unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants. It was only a matter of seconds before his pants were down around his ankles and his hard cock was pressing between my legs. His hand guided his tip to my wet entrance and then with a single hard thrust he was buried deep. I cried out as he spread my cunt wide. I loved when he was forceful and took what he wanted.
He wasn’t taking his time tonight as he began to fuck me hard and fast. We had dinner reservations and he wasn’t about to miss them. The marble of the wink was cold against the front of my thighs as he pushed me harder and harder against the cool surface. He gripped my hair in his hand, pulled my head back, and bit my neck as he leaned himself down over me. I felt like I was being mounted and rutted, it was fantastic. I was so wet that he slid in and out of me easily and I knew he wouldn’t last long.
The pace quickened and with a few more hard pumps he was filling me with his hot cum. I could feel him spurting into me, stream after stream was coating my inner walls. I bit my lip as he twitched inside of me.
“Oh god,” he groaned as he twitched one last time, filling me just a little bit more. He breathed out and then fell against my back. “I didn’t mean…that wasn’t my plan.” He breathed as he caught his breath.
“I loved it,” I said with a smile.
“Happy birthday,” Chris said with a grin as he kissed my neck.
“Happy birthday, indeed,” I snickered as he raised himself off of my back and his cock slid out of my dripping pussy. “I think we’re ready for dinner now.” With a wink, his big strong hands pulled me upright and helped me to smooth my dress down again. “Never been worn before and this dress is already seeing action. Clearly I made the right decision when I bought it.”
“It’s a lovely d
ress,” Chris said as he took the brush from my hands and began to stroke it through my hair. He used long strokes that went from the tip of my head all the way down to the middle of my back where my hair ended. My hair was long because he loved it that way, and I always prided myself on being my husband’s dream woman. If keeping him happy meant leaving my hair long, then it was a small price to pay. “Here,” he said as he handed the brush back. I sprayed on his favorite floral perfume and then we were on our way.
In the car he assured me that I was in for a treat, and that I would hopefully remember tonight forever. I think in many ways he was trying to overcompensate for being gone the next week. Chris was a strong confident man, but no one likes to think of their woman sleeping with someone else. I think the fucking in the bathroom and the crazy expensive dinner was his way of trying to forget it all, to act like this was the only birthday I was going to have, that there wouldn’t be any extras once he left. Of course he knew better, we did have an agreement, but for tonight it was a nice distraction – for him. There was nothing on earth that could distract me from the fun I was going to be having soon.
The dinner was amazing, just as he had promised. We sat through countless courses, each a singular mouthful that was tiny but delicious on its own. Then there was dessert. If mouths could orgasm, mine was cumming constantly. Each new presentation was even better than the last. Chocolate, fruit, and strange concoctions I could never guess. It was almost like living in the same world as Alice in Wonderland. Chris smiled at me through every bite, but behind his smile I could sense a hesitation. There was a worry behind his bright blue eyes. I reached my hand across the table and took his.
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