Maggie sat crossed legged on the couch with large headphones thumping in her ears. The oversized T-shirt she was wearing was soaking up the wet drips from her chestnut hair. She just got out of the shower after a vigorous shave and wash. Her small pajama shorts were loose and felt soft and cooling against her smooth loins. She adjusted the headphones slightly. They were pressed the side arms of her pink glasses into the sides of her head.
She reached her arms up tall, stretching out her back and slumped into the couched. She was thinking about her day plans. They took weeks to plan, and she was ready for them to start. She thought about the fun she was going to have as she let herself escape into the music.
She took a deep breath in for a heavy sigh when a hand suddenly slapped across her mouth. Her eyes popped open and she grabbed for the hand. It pulled back on her. She felt herself slide over the back of the couch. She pulled against the strong grip on her face but was not able to release the hold. Her feet dropped to the ground behind the couch and she was pulled backwards.
Panic set in as she was being drug away from the comfort of her couch. She planted her feet and started twist against the assailant’s grip. With a twist of her whole body she was able to pull away. The man was just slightly taller than she was. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. Although he was not that tall, he was strong. His vice like grip held tight on her wrist and he pulled her in close.
With one hand holding her wrist and another against the small of her back, he pressed her into him. She felt the muscles underneath his shirt. He was strong, and she knew that she couldn’t overpower him. She then felt his erection against her stomach. He was hard. She looked up to his face and saw a coy smile on the corner of his lips. She knew his intent.
The man grabbed her headphones and threw them off of her head. Her glasses caught in the motion and landed on the floor. Maggie’s world blurred. She could still see the man clearly, but her house was a mix of colors. He moved his hand from the small of her back and pulled something dark out of his back pocket. He forced the back over her head and her world went dark.
She felt as the man carried her away. She was slung over his shoulder, one hand holding her down and grabbing at her ass. Maggie felt helpless and vulnerable. Underneath though, there was a small tingle. As his strong hand gripped her ass, fondling her flesh, she felt a small tinge of excitement and arousal. This was a man, strong and commanding, who was ready to have his way with her. Somehow, deep inside, she was excited.
The man set her down onto a cold, damp floor. The air smelled of dirt and mildew and the chill sent goosebumps across her skin. The man leaned her against a wooden support in the middle of the floor and lifted her hands above her head. The cold metal handcuffs pinched the skin on her wrists. She pulled her arms forward and was caught on the support. She wasn’t going anywhere.
She heard the man around her. He untie his shoes and kicked them aside with a soft thump. She heard the metal and leather as he undid the buckle of his belt. Her heart raced as she heard the denim of his pants slide down his legs and then crumple to the side. Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs forward. Her shorts rode up into the cracks of her body as he dragged her prone. She was flat against her back on the stone floor. Her hands were above her head still secured to the wooden support. The dirt and grit of the floor pressed into her flesh.
The man grabbed her shorts and pulled them down and off of her body. The cold air flashed against her freshly shaven crotch. She snapped her legs closed. He grabbed her knees and opened up her legs. His slid his rough hands down her inner thighs pushing her legs wide. She felt his hot breath against her lips as he stared at her crotch. He moved his right hand down and rubbed gently against her smooth skin. He was slow and meticulous.
The man ran one finger down from her hood to her hole. Maggie was soaking wet. He pressed his finger into her and her hips lifted involuntarily. She felt a tingling warmth radiating from her crotch. His finger probed inside of her. He pressed against the walls of her wet hole. The pressure waved over her as she let out a soft sigh. He pulled his finger out from her, leaving her with just a strong need to be filled.
She felt the man adjust between her legs. He placed his hands on either side of her armpits, her arms still stretched above her head. He rubbed the length of his cock against her lips. Each stroke grew that need in the pit of her belly. She felt each sensation as he wet his cock against her lips.
With a small adjustment, he strongly thrust himself deep inside of her. The sudden act of being filled forced a moan out. He stayed inside of her for a moment. She rolled her hips as she adjusted to the length inside of her. Maggie’s breath was deep but irregular.
The man slowly drew himself from her. Her lips gripped against the weight of his member. She felt each inch as he drew completely from her. Her mind was empty except for the primal need to have him inside of her again. She felt him stand up and move away from her.
She laid on the floor empty and yearning. Then the sound of a familiar buzz started a short distance from her. It traveled across the room and came to land between her legs. The soft silicone pressed against her lips. The deep vibrations rocked across her vulnerable crotch.
The man kept the vibrator low, focused her lips and opening. As Maggie rocked her hips, wanting to feel the pulses against her clit, the man moved the vibrator with her movements. The constant deep, forceful pulsed waved across her. The sensations built and grew inside of her. Warmth, tingling, and a desperate need combined into a single feeling. As she rocked her hips once more, the man didn’t move the vibrator and the waves rocketed across her clit, sending her over the edge. She clamped her legs around his arm holding it and the vibrator in place. Her body convulsed with pleasure.
As the sensation waned, the man pulled back the vibrator. The constant buzz stopped and filled the space with a deep silence. Maggie felt her own juices drip down from her hole, wetting her ass and the floor below.
The man repositioned himself above her and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. He slid inside of her aching body slowly. She took in a breath as his length satisfied the urge. With his full length inside of her, he pressed his hips against her. He pushed for every small distance he could.
He began to fuck her hard. He pulled back on his hips and slammed inside of her. Maggie felt as the rough floor slowly scratched into her back and ass with each thrust. His breath was deep and sent power through his body. The hardness of his cock hammered into the softness of her vagina. Each thrust pressed inside of her filled Maggie again with pleasure.
She felt that warmth again build inside of her. Rather than the slow rise from the vibrator, each hard thrust stepped the sensation higher and higher. He fucked her with all of his strength, dumping his power and need between her thighs.
In a sudden slam he pressed into her a final time. Maggie’s back drug across the floor sending sensation across her skin. The feeling of his final thrust, the light pain across her back, and the twitching of his cock as he filled her with his cum sent her over the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on tight. The orgasm was deeper and sent shock waves across her body. The two convulsed together in a moment of shared pleasure.
The man slowly withdrew from her. Maggie was sore and numb. She listened as he put his clothes back on. She laid on the hard floor, her legs splayed. The man walked around behind her and dropped a small metal item into her hands. She fumbled with the key as his footsteps creaked up a set of wooden stairs.
She unlocked the cuffs around her wrists and sat up. She pulled the black bag from her eyes and looked around the cold damp basement. She rubbed the red marks on her wrists. Reaching down, she felt the heat and wetness from between her legs. Her whole body was a mix of aching soreness and relaxed satisfaction.
Maggie walked up the creaking steps and into her kitchen from the basement below. The man stood with a smile on his face and a blanket in his arms. He wrapped it gently around her.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Perfect.” she answered.
Maggie gave her boyfriend a deep kiss. Her plans for the day were just as wonderful as she thought they would be.
The smell of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon toast hit her nose. She inhaled the enticing aroma. “Breakfast for dinner?” she asked.
“Well, it is your birthday.” he answered.
He gave her a soft peck on her forehead and went back to the meal he started as Maggie shuffled off to take another shower.
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