Dark Puppeteer

The snow falls in sheets outside, the roads are icy and dangerous to traverse to where people traverse too on dark, snowy nights. The thermostat in her small cozy apartment reads only 50, but it feels more like 100. She could feel sweat forming on the small of her back and a dampness under her arms and her inner thighs. She was face down with her head tilted to the bedroom window overlooking the bucolic view of her backyard, the white pristine snow blanketing her manicured garden. Sweat was beading on her forehead, her breaths coming in faster and faster as her chest worked against the pressure she was under. She had put herself in this situation, she had made a false call to a repairman for a broken furnace which led to her current state. The first outage had been an actual problem with an ignition switch or something, this time she had pulled a wire in the housing tempting a dark fate.

The repairman had caught her eye right from minute she had opened the door, not in the usual, “Wow that guy is hot.”, but in that dark sense that this man was dangerous and it was better he left quickly. She was ready to act on the urge, but something darker, something more visceral took over her senses, she felt compelled, unable to resist this man, willing to do anything he wanted. She had never felt this before, and her urge was almost more than she could bear before she broke free of the spell and came back to herself. She stayed as far away from the man as she could until he had done his job and left. She had almost hyperventilated when she closed the door and ran to the sink for some water. As the cool water flowed down her throat she slowly started to feel a warm feeling in her vagina, she felt herself getting wet , her lips starting to engorge. She pictured the strange man in her mind, the details so clear, his cleft chin, his prominent nose, and thick red lips. As the man came closer and closer with each step her moisture level increased, her lips swelled until she was aching and dripping. She barely had time to think about what was happening before her index finger was deep inside her and her thumb was vigorously rubbing her aching engorged clit, within seconds an explosion of pleasure ripped through her body, her toes curled, her thighs clenched, her back arched, and a painful moan of ecstasy tore from her throat. She saw stars and her pupild faded back into her eyelids. She fell to the kitchen floor, spasms of aftershocks rippling from up and down her body before she passed out from the ecstasy.

She came back to her senses minutes later, her body spent like she had just run a marathon, a warm sticky sensation flowing down her legs, she had never had this much cum after an orgasm. She laid there, her face against the cold tile, her body limp and pale for some time trying to make sense of what just happened, what had overcome her. She had never experienced anything like this in her life, she was no prude, but she wasn’t a raging tinder whore either. That dark and dangerous repair man had done something to her, or unlocked something that had always been there. These thoughts gnawed at her all night, she couldn’t sleep, she had to know if it had been something he did or something inside her.

After days of struggling with her thoughts she had resolved to have the repair man over again and hope she could keep a clear head and determine what had happened. She knew this was dangerous, and there was a good possibility she would lose control again and give him that dark presence that nearly took over last time. A part of her wished that would happen, another part was horrified at the idea. She googled an easy way to disable a furnace, waited until the following night, and called.

He had showed up only ten minutes before, as soon he had entered her house, their eyes met, and she knew she had made a critical mistake. She immediately threw herself at him, losing all control of her body, he tore her clothes off, ripping her panties, and putting her fast down on the carpet, he thrust her legs apart, and then with a violent motion entered her vagina. She had lost all control of herself, as soon as he entered her she felt like a passenger in a car, a slave to the driver’s whims. His thrusts were quick and visceral, rhythmatic in motion, and delivered such pleasure it shot thru her whole body. She could feel vaginal juices flow down her legs as his penis exited and then entered her lips. She could hear herself moan in a low and mournful cry, she could feel the sharp pain of his thrust but then the massive shot of pleasure that quickly drowned out the pain. She knew not how long she lay there, her face buried in the carpet, his left hand holding it down while his other slapped her ass mercilessly. She was lost in a dark room full of pleasure and pain, the pleasure always winning out and keeping her enthralled. An eternity passed before she felt him exit for longer than had before, his feet switched position, both his hands on the inside of her ass cheeks. She felt him spread her painfully, her asshole and vagina feeling the cool air blow over it. She suddenly felt the tip of penis slowly brushing against her anus, his penis wet and sticky from her and his own precum. She had only a moment to prepare for what she knew was coming next and then he thrust his whole penis inside her ass, the pain and pleasure bursting through her brain like a runaway freight train, she felt herself fade and then black out for a split second before she regained consciousness. She awoke with the sound of his balls slapping her ass in a hypnotic beat, his penis thrusting in and out of her asshole, the sharp intense pain of his entry, and the intense soothing pleasure of his shaft exiting. She felt the thrust almost inside her stomach and she moaned her throat raw for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally she felt his exit and the warm sticky feeling of his cum explode onto her back. She did not know for how long she was there, her face burned into the carpet, her ass in the air, the cold air making her tingle as the juices they had shared started to cool. When her breath came back she got herself to her feet, the repair man was just buttoning his pants, his green eyes blazing in the darkened room. She searched those eyes, she felt no longer enthralled by them, no longer a slave to his whims. As she realized she was free of his power and reason came back to her she saw the same look reflected in his. She knew he had as much control as she, they had both been slaves to some hidden power that had moved them as puppeteers with their strings. She saw one last look in his eyes that showed how sorry he was before he closed the door behind him. She stood there for some time until she saw the thermostat read 68, her favorite temperature, and went to take a bath.

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