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After Work! (Warning - contains Erotica!) (7)
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Posted by chartreuse on Wed 2 May 07, 2:06 PM
AFTER WORK - A Fantasy
She managed to turn the key to release the lock on the door to her home and she pushed it open. No lights on, no-one was home. Her hands were full, she had a carrier bag of food shopping in each one, with no hands free to flick
the switch she decided to walk straight through to the kitchen to put them down, then she would put a light on.
The bags were heavy, she struggled to carry them; the plastic handles cut into her fingers. The kitchen door was
slightly ajar, she pushed her back into it and, shoving it open, swung round and heaved the bags onto the work-top. Moving her hands and fingers to allow the blood to flow back into them, she turned to find the light-switch.
Seeing this as the perfect opportunity to capture her, he pounced. She screamed loudly, high-pitched and sharp, she lashed out as he pulled a cover over her head and held her hands behind her back by her elbows but her hands made no contact with him, struggling to get free she screamed again, his hand slipped round her neck and he pulled her back to hold her by the throat and secure her body to his chest, “Keep quiet bitch and you won't get hurt.”
his deep voice whispered menacingly into her ear.
She stopped fighting, she didn't know what she should do. Her husband wasn't due home 'til late this evening, he had an after hours meeting with his boss and some other
colleagues. Her hands were being tied at the wrists, behind her back.
Why hadn't she put a bag down to put the lights on? She might have seen him then and had a chance to do something. She was still wearing her coat but she felt cold, what was he there for was he just going to burgle them?
She couldn't see anything and the only thing she could smell was the scent of the cloth covering her head, it smelled of damp, as though it had been stored in an old shed for a while.
She sensed him standing behind her, moving around her, looking at her. Who was he?
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice trembling, slightly. He didn't answer but she heard “Shhhhhh….” and felt his hands on the front of her coat, he was undoing the buttons. He opened the front of her coat and cupped her breasts, fondling them gently, rubbing his thumbs over them to find her nipples.
She was shaking and she desperately needed a wee, on her way home she'd decided to dump the shopping, go to the loo and make herself a lovely cuppa…. this was not part of her plans!
His hands grabbed hold of the front of her blouse and ripped it open, the force tore the flimsy fabric and buttons shot off in all directions.
Inside the hood covering her face her eyes were held tightly shut and she bit her bottom lip, trying not to cry out… she didn't want to make this man angry.
Who knew what he was capable of? She wished she was wearing some sort of gadget that would allow her to make an emergency phone call by calling out a key-word or coughing or something, anything as long as help could arrive.
She felt his hands on her again, grabbing her tits, his mouth was on them, biting and licking above the lace of her bra. His fingers took hold of the top of each cup and he pulled them downwards, fast and with force, the
straps sunk into her shoulders as he broke her bra apart, releasing her firm, round breasts. His hands and mouth were, immediately, all over them, squeezing them, biting them, sucking, nibbling and twisting at her nipples.
She felt his hot breath on them and sensed his raw animal arousal. “Oh my God!” she thought, “He is going to rape me!”
“Please, please, don't do this….” she begged, “Take anything, I have money, but please don't do this to me.”
She was not the sort of woman who panicked, she was always level-headed and usually confident.
He ignored her words, far too busy playing with her tits and moving his hands lower to lift her skirt. She wished she'd worn trousers but today had
been her doctors appointment for her regular 6 monthly check up for more
supplies of “the pill”. But, knowing what was going to happen during her
examination she'd worn a skirt and some stockings to make it easier and
quicker. Now, she was standing in her own kitchen with a mad man who was
stripping her, abusing her and she saw no way of stopping him.
He lifted her skirt up, above her hips and forced a hand between her legs,
she tried to resist by keeping her muscles taught but he was strong and ran
his fingers along her pussy lips feeling her damp panties. She was so
embarrassed, she was actually turned on as well as breaking her neck for a
pee, how could that be?
He moved away from her and she could hear him moving things around, his hand
grabbed one of her ankles, she almost fell off her shoes (black stilettos
that she really wanted to kick off because they were pinching her feet,
she'd been wearing them all day!) but he pulled her legs apart until they
were spread wide. He held something cold and hard against her ankle and
began to tie it to her, then he tied it to the other ankle, she couldn't
move.
The bastard he tied the broom handle there, to keep her legs apart and
open.
His hand went back to her panty covered pussy and began to rub through the
gusset, his mouth on her nipple, breathing harder and sucking it deep into
his mouth, his tongue ran circles around it and teased it to full erection.
One finger slipped inside the leg of her knickers, pulling them to one side
he slid it along her moist pussy slit and dipped another into her....
touching her pussy, rubbing her clit. He moved away from her again… the
knife was pushed between her and the fabric of her panties, with one swift
cut they fell apart revealing her womanhood, he cut either side of them to
release them from her, they dropped to the floor. She began to lose control
of her bladder, she could hold it in no longer, it trickled out of her at
first, she couldn't help it, she was bursting, had to do it…. the warmth of
her pee ran down her legs, the stream became stronger and the flow jetted
directly at the ground flooding the kitchen floor, splashes jumping up
hitting the tops of her feet... her calves, she couldn't stop herself, it
just kept flowing out of her.
She knew he was watching, saying nothing,
probably smirking at her humiliation, enjoying the sight and getting even
more aroused. When she'd finished peeing the final drips hung from her
trimmed pussy hair and he began to rub her again, this time with more
urgency.
His fingers and thumb parted her labia to expose her clitoris, he
tickled it with his fingers while using his other hand to explore her cunt
and tease her even more.
The cloth covering her head had no holes in it, she could see nothing but
she felt his hand grabbing it over her mouth, pulling at the fabric, he used
the knife to cut a slit in it, his hand on the back of her head he pushed it
down, she couldn't see a thing, it was still dark in the kitchen. He held
her nose through the material and she opened her mouth to breath, he shoved
his cock forward and entered her mouth.
He'd cut the slit to allow himself
to fuck to her mouth. The fucking bastard was fucking her face! He forced
her to take his cock in, all the way down its' length…. hard, huge, hot,
long, throbbing, it kept hitting the back of her throat and she gagged but
he kept fucking her face.
He reached a hand around her and lifted the back
of her coat, he rubbed her arse, then slapped it, he started to spank it
hard, again and again, harder and harder, he was loving every minute of
this, the fucking bastard.
After what seemed like an age, he took his cock out of her mouth, held it up
out of the way and whispered to her: ”Suck my balls, whore.”
He pulled up the excess material at the back of her head so her mouth was
able to reach the cut in the material and pushed it down towards his heavy,
swollen bollocks.
She sucked at one, they were too big to take them both in
her mouth at the same time, she sucked it right in and licked it all over,
her tongue moving over it while it was inside her mouth, then she did the
same to the other one.
"Stop." he said.
She opened her mouth and let his ball fall out of it, he released his hold
on the back of her head, walked around to stand behind her, his hands once
again rubbing between her legs. Pushing a couple of fingers inside her
pussy, he finger fucked her for a few moments, his spare hand alternating
between spanking her arse and pushing her back downwards, bending her lower,
her legs ached and the broom handle was digging into her ankles.
She was so wet, he knew what he was doing to her, was she really a sex slut?
His fingers stopped fucking her and he moved to position himself, his hard
cock rubbing along her arse crack. With one quick movement he was inside
her, his cock slid in without any resistance, he grabbed her bound wrists,
as though he was the reins of his pony, and he pulled her back on to him
with each thrust his balls banging her with every deep stroke, riding her.
She was well aware of what she must look like right now, her head covered
with a cloth bag, a slit cut in it for his pleasure, her hands bound behind
her back unable to move, for his pleasure, her legs spread wide open and
tied to a pole, for his pleasure, her skirt and coat hiked up over her arse,
for his pleasure, her stockings and suspenders on view, for his pleasure,
her tits swinging beneath her, for his pleasure and her cunt open, wet and
available, for his pleasure.
He fucked her hard, rode her deep and pulled her close, entering her deeply,
all the way to her cervix.
From the sounds she could hear and the fluid she could feel oozing out of
her she knew that the fucking animal who was fucking her had cum. He'd shot
his load deep into her cunt and filled it full of his spunk, he juddered
behind her and holding her still, left his cock inside her waiting for it to
stop twitching, until he was ready to remove it from her.
He untied her hands, moved away, across the kitchen, and shut the back door
as he left.
She stayed there waiting for a few minutes, still bent forward, arse on
show, tits dangling.
Would he come back? No, he'd gone.... at last, thank fuck for that!
She straightened up, her back hurt, her arse was sore, her pussy was
dripping, throbbing and aching. She took the cover off her head, reached out
and turned the light on, she saw her pee all across the floor, she untied
her ankles from the broom handle and left it laying on the floor.
She climbed the stairs, threw her clothes onto the bedroom floor and took a
shower.
With a towel wrapped around herself she sat on the end of her bed thinking
about her ordeal and how she could break it to her husband when he got home.
Should she tell him? "Don't be silly!" she told herself, of course she
should.
The front door banged shut downstairs.
He was home early!!
He ran upstairs to her… and giving her a kiss on the mouth said: “ The
meeting was cancelled, did you have a nice evening?” His hand brushed the
hair that was falling over her eyes and she could smell his fingers, she
smiled at him….
“Yes,” she said, still smiling at him, “I had a wonderful evening!” hugging
him tight.
Edited Sun 27 Jul 08, 9:38 PM by chartreuse
Replies
2 May 07, 2:28 PM
yournewtoy2play
21 mths
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great story!
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2 May 07, 2:29 PM
Island_man
UK, 2 yrs
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*phew* Excellent!  ask for your own limitations and, sure enough, they're yours
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2 May 07, 4:01 PM
Master_Prae
UK, 21 mths
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very good, excellently written. sounds like fun I'm exploring my sexual kinkdom. i've opened the backdoor and its a fricking wilderness out there. pass me my big whip....no dear, the big one.
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2 May 07, 5:12 PM
arwenNS
UK, 4 yrs
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It's my turn to ask for the mop, bucket and lots and lots of tissue as it's running down my leg as we speak ...lol
Fabby
arwen xxx a 4 foot, 11 and 3/4 inch elf.
The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform.
Alfred Kinsey
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2 May 07, 5:40 PM
houseboy999
2 yrs
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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm...........very interesting and entertaining C for now! You can certainly write a very good and entertaining story!
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2 May 07, 6:30 PM
GeeeGeee
UK, 2 yrs
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Yay for porn! What is food to one is to others bitter poison.
"...and the links of her chains sang against one another."
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2 May 07, 7:19 PM
Crystal_Eyes
UK(SA), 2 yrs
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Yum  ~ = ~ = ~ = xcLx = ~ = ~ = ~
"Oh bother," said the borg. "We've assimilated Pooh..."
The love you can't have feels the strongest,
lasts the longest, and hurts the most.
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