Forbidden fantasy

Sarah’s eyes were glued to the window. She knew his taxi should arrive soon, and with each minute that passed her breathing got shallower and shallower, her heart beat faster and faster. She couldn’t believe she had actually invited him. What was she doing? And had he really accepted? Was he really on his way there? This was all so unbelievable. Literally incredible.

Sure, they’d been flirting (online) on and off for ages, which counted for something. But this was different. She had, after all, never met him in the flesh. Since she had suggested this illicit visit her mind had kept insistently wandering back to his body.

That body – the one which had suddenly materialised on the path in front of her. He hadn’t seen Sarah yet, his eyes nervously scanning the house front as he tapped away at his phone.

“I’m outside,” her phone flashed. As she yanked the door open she flashed him a wicked grin and smiled up,

“I know.”

The next few minutes were a dream. This stranger’s hands on her skin, in her hair, under her clothes. He was murmuring to her that her tits were amazing as he grabbed them hard, too hard. Warm mouths meeting in urgent, hungry searching. Somehow they were upstairs.

He was taller than she had thought: stronger. As he pushed her suddenly onto the bed her stomach dropped like she was on an immense rollercoaster. He pulled at her shirt and discarded it, not even looking at where it landed. Somehow that made it even hotter. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps now and she would have been embarrassed at how clearly her lust presented itself if she couldn’t see it mirrored, doubled even in his eager eyes. His hands were pulling at her leggings now, tugging them down over her pale, trembling thighs and throwing them over his shoulder. Sarah’s eyes lingered on his muscular frame, drinking it in. She wanted to tell him how good he looked, to express how much she wanted to lick every inch of him, but she was too excited to force out even a single word.

The knowledge that they shouldn’t have been doing this – that it was wrong, dirty, immoral – seemed to light a fire in both of them as she watched him rip his own clothes off. She was so mesmerised by actually seeing him nearly naked for the first time that for a moment she forgot that she, too, was utterly bare and vulnerable. Then he turned his hungry eyes on her and she blushed from head to toe, acutely aware of her nakedness and (scarier somehow) her arousal. She knew that the second he reached between her thighs he would know the power he had over her.

She decided to stall him and reached out for his body, running her hand along the band of his boxers and looking up at him, licking her lips deliberately. She shuffled to the edge of the bed and knelt down in front of him, never once breaking eye contact. She was loving this. In one fluid movement he pulled his underwear down and tangled his other hand firmly in her hair. Looking up at him with a sudden flash of panic, she realised that he had complete control of her head. When she looked down again, she was stunned at the size of his throbbing cock. It was easily one of the longest she had ever encountered, and definitely the biggest – its girth was so wide that she could barely wrap her hand around it. He must have registered her surprise because he gave a throaty laugh, and asked her if she thought she could take it.

A flash of defiance took over, and she wrapped one hand – as well as she could – around the base of his shaft and plunged his head into her warm mouth. He let out a small moan, and she felt that dropping sensation in her stomach again. This was wild. Here she was, letting a stranger fuck her mouth. The thought made her even wetter, and she circled her tongue around his head and pushed her mouth further down his cock. It was a struggle to open her mouth far enough, but she knew she had to. She was getting such a thrill out of this. She panted around his cock and moaned as she pushed him to the very back of her throat, removing her hand from the base of him. Looking up at him, she saw the shock on his face as she pressed him against the back of her throat and did her best to swallow him, moaning and whimpering the whole time. With each sound that escaped her, his hand in her hair had gripped tighter… and the more her hair was tugged the louder she moaned. Finally, he tired of how slow she was being and began to thrust against her, fucking her mouth with every movement of his hips. This was bliss. Sarah felt herself surrendering and submitting to this, and felt her wetness start to drip onto the carpet beneath her. He had both hands in her hair now, controlling her mouth as he thrust again and again into her and spit began to dribble down her chin. Shockingly, she didn’t care. She wanted this man to use her and take her and do whatever he wanted. He was groaning now, pounding into her throat as she struggled to keep her eyes open and meet his hungry eyes. He pulled suddenly out of her mouth, grinned, then suddenly a sharp pain blossomed in her right cheek. With a shock, she realised he had slapped her, hard. And she loved it.

She had always wondered how far her sexually submissive nature extended, and apparently it included being slapped… the sting of his hand left a warm tingling which she luxuriated in, looking up at him with a forceful desire which she almost didn’t recognise. But he did. Grabbing her shoulders, he hauled her to her feet and pushed her onto the bed. His hand found her slick cunt and his strong fingers edged inside, slowly at first and then faster and faster as his other hand came to rest on her pelvis to hold her down as she reached a bucking orgasm. God, this was crazy. She was going crazy. The world had gone crazy. She felt giddy with pleasure and pain as he leaned over her and pushed inside her.

She felt every inch of him as he pounded into her, clearly feeling under no pressure to start off slowly. With each full thrust she was sure he hit her cervix – he was so deep inside her and fucking her so hard. The weirdest thing was that where normally she would wince and ask her partner to adjust the angle, she was loving this. Revelling in it. Waiting for the next little bit of pain which was making her feel so alive, so desirable, so fuckable… He ordered her, gruffly, to lift her legs up. When she did, he grabbed them and pushed them higher so that they were over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. She was gasping now, moaning and gasping and unable to disguise her enjoyment. He slapped her again and she almost purred at him. He clearly found it hot to do it and God knows she found it hot as hell to take it. She could tell that each time he surprised her, her eyes would blaze with the smarting shock of it. She saw written on his face that it only encouraged him.

The next hour was a blur. The hour after that even blurrier. Somehow, they had spent the whole evening caught up in a whirlwind of relentless fucking and slapping and choking (the first time his hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed the sides she had thought she might die of pure delight). They had hardly even greeted each other! They had been alternating between every position imaginable and whenever he grew bored (or came close to cumming, she wasn’t sure) the hand which was permanently tugging on her hair would haul her towards his crotch to suck him again. Or, even better, he would clamber up the bed to fuck her mouth while holding onto the solid oak headboard and keeping up an insistent, almost impossible rhythm with his bucking hips. She almost couldn’t bear how much she liked it.

Realising that their tube of lube was already looking rather empty (they were doing what they could to limit the soreness of slamming against and within one another), he shot her a devilish smile and told her he wanted to fuck her ass. Stunned, she nodded her consent and kneeled over the edge of the bed. He kicked her legs wider apart with his own. Hot. As he slipped a condom over his huge, now rather intimidating, erection for the first time that day, she shivered in anticipation and fingered her own asshole with lube on her fingertips.

“Go gently at first,” she managed to pant from between her parted and swollen lips. If he heard her, he didn’t seem to care. As soon as his head was inside her tight little asshole, he moaned and seemed to lose some of his self-control, thrusting deeper and deeper with each agonising stroke. When he pushed two-thirds of his rock-hard, hot cock inside her, she collapsed onto the mattress in helpless submission. He was pulling her hair, and slapping her ass cheeks so hard that they were already red and raw. The guttural noises she was making into the mattress weren’t even recognisable as her own voice now, so animalistic and mewling and desperate. Sarah loved submitting to this. She knew it was degrading and humiliating but that just made it even better. Knowing he was enacting his deepest desires on her willing body was incredible. He seemed to love having control over her too, as his hand reached out to pull her head back by the hair so that her back arched.

She was so lost in pain and pleasure that she lost track of time and couldn’t be sure how long he fucked her ass for, she just knew that when he relented (telling her between moans how tight she was in a way which made her feel proud and filthy all at once) she wanted to see him cum for her. To feel it. She had already had multiple full-body orgasms after all, and since he was so dominant he was doing most (if not all) the work. She took his cock in her hand and began to tease him with her hand and mouth at once, enjoying the pleasure and supply etched across his face at the combination. She would sweep around his head and shaft with her tongue and then take him deeply into her mouth while sucking as hard as she dared, and gripping and moving her hand at the base of him. When the desire to have his whole cock in her mouth was overwhelming, she would release her hand for a moment and push her limits to try and take him in her throat.

She repeated this, varying the rhythm as she moaned and whimpered around his cock, as the dribble dripped down her face and chest and got him wetter and wetter, until she knew he was getting close. Then she moved her hand lower to play with his balls as she moved her hand faster and faster, loving the power that she suddenly had over him. Finally, explosively, he began to jerk under her hand and she knew he was there. She made sure that the hot, sticky cum erupted over her huge tits and knew that he loved the sight. He had been mesmerised by them since the moment he stepped in the door. She ran her fingers over herself, scooping up the warm cum and spooning it into her mouth. He tasted good, and she told him as he gazed at her, bemused by her enjoyment of it all. Maybe he hadn’t been with a woman who was as much of a cum slut as her before. All she knew was that she loved it.

They were both so sore and by now so ravenous that they took a break to order takeout, but even in the few minutes when it was due to arrive he couldn’t resist pouncing on her. She couldn’t deny that it was a thrill to know that he could decide he wanted her and take her at a moment’s notice, and she could tell that the novelty of having a sex slave at his beck and call wasn’t lost on him as he yanked her clothes roughly out of the way and fucked her on the couch, slapping her across her bouncing tits to make her yelp after every other thrust. The way her pants were around her ankles, she had no control over the angle or ferocity of their fucking and she was so sore and exhausted… but she still kept getting wetter and wetter for this fierce man and his lust for her. The moment the doorbell rang for the food he leapt out of her and away, shooting her an almost guilty smile.

Once they were done eating he allowed her a whole half hour of respite before he was on top of her again, his weight bearing down on her, his hands pinning her wrists to the bed, his eyes roving over her as he told her (causing that rollercoaster feeling again) that he wanted to fuck her from behind while she kept her buttplug in her ass. He had already seen her toys – they hadn’t used the plug yet but he had eagerly watched her tease herself to orgasm with her rabbit dildo, thrusting against the air and moaning into her own hand as she climaxed. She knelt at the edge of the bed again, this time noticing with a jolt that she could see what they were doing in the mirror opposite. She hadn’t thought things could get hotter, but she was thrilled to be proven wrong. With each time he slammed his full length into her, she lost her breath and gasped. Often the force was enough to make her plug start to fall out, but he would mercilessly and unceremoniously slam it right back in. She thought she was losing her mind, and understood for the first time the phrase “fuck my brains out.” As he pulled back between each thrust she marvelled at the sight of them in the mirror, at her tits and ass cheeks bouncing with each rough impact, at the speed at which he was fucking her, at how flushed and excited they both looked, at the red marks on her ass cheeks and the pinkness of her tender cheeks where she had been slapped. Even her tits had marks on them now, thanks to his discovery that she would let him use and abuse those, too, as he wanted.

After she came again, quivering around his cock with all the muscles of her cunt gripping around him, he leaned over her and told her that he wanted to fuck her ass again, and this time he wanted to go even deeper. She was astonished and more than a little scared that he seemed to view the first time as having been gentle! But she, of course, agreed. How could she not agree when she was already catching her breath as she thought about the sensation of his cock stretching her tight little asshole around it? Pushing inside her and smiling at her pained moans and mewls, slapping her ass to watch it ripple in front of him… she loved feeling how much he wanted her. He slipped the plug out of her and slid himself into her ass in its place, but not before grabbing a belt and tying her hands together with it. Just the pressure alone around her wrists was driving her wild, but when he held her by the belt with one hand and spanked her hard with the other she nearly screamed. The neighbours would have already heard everything, she realised with a vague, distant inkling of panic. Too late to change that now. She grabbed a pillow and bit onto it as he pounded relentlessly into her ass, alternating between holding her up off the mattress by her belt-wrapped hands or by her sweat-drenched hair. All the sensations were overwhelming, so intense that she thought for a moment she might pass out.

Sarah found it hard to pinpoint the moment when this stopped, whether he came, when her hands were untied… she knew that at some point they had decided that they needed some sleep, and it felt like all she had done was blink before his body loomed over her again, muscular and insatiable. The clock read 04:00. They didn’t care, so desperate were they to make the most of each other’s bodies. The soreness had become part of the intense sensations now, and she sure as hell didn’t want him to stop fucking her. She couldn’t decide where was her favourite – he felt amazing filling her cunt up, certainly, but there was a unique kick to be had from holding him in her mouth and feeling him respond to every mini movement of her tongue and lips, of her hand which she used to help once he was slick with spit.

At some point they fell asleep again, and when they awoke a few hours later and she began to prepare breakfast, he couldn’t resist wrenching her pants down to fuck her while she leant over the cooker. For her part, whenever she felt his hands on her she felt like she melted in response to the raw desire she could almost feel radiating from them. It was a kind of bliss, to give in to being at his command. And as her fingers splayed out in ecstasy on the kitchen side, she felt her legs tremble against his, heard his grunting and felt his hand pulling at the hair on her now-sore scalp and lost herself again in sensuality. Their day followed a now-familiar pattern – try to rest, give up, fuck like rabbits, repeat. Even when she was preparing lunch he couldn’t keep his deft hands off her soft curves, or keep his voice from ordering her to her knees with parted mouth (he knew by now that he could order her to do almost anything and she would instantly obey – no hesitation or protestation).

By the time his taxi was due at the door, they were both aching and hurting in all the best ways, and giddy with laughter, sensations, and life. Having lavished compliments on each other (she thought he was a masterpiece all over but was particularly in awe of his shoulders, torso and of course his cock; he couldn’t get over the heft and shape of her tits or the way they felt in his hands or mouth or as he thrust between them, and appreciated her tuggable hair, soft hands, and decidedly spankable ass) all that was left to do was to say goodbye. Sarah was surprised at the ease with which they did this – with the finality of a dream realised and filthy fetishes successfully accomplished. An embrace, and then a closed door. As she leaned against it and took what felt like her first full breath since the previous afternoon, she found herself wishing that every weekend could be like this. A silly fantasy, true, but one she would certainly be indulging in her daydreams and her time with her toys in the future.

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