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Please don't read it unless you are sure that you are not going to complain about it later. Feed back is always welcome but don't say you weren't warned ! |
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It was the same every time. I'd
try and sneak past her door and up the stairs to my own flat, and suddenly
they'd come rushing out and pounce on me. Same thing happened today when I
came home from work. I thought I'd got past the door okay, then the
bastards pounced on me from the second floor. I fought but I couldn't get
away and in a matter of seconds I was hancuffed and sitting on my settee
as furious as hell and cursing them both.
It didn't matter to them if I had to go out again or if someone was supposed to be coming round soon or anything. They didn't listen to my protests one bit. The assistant just got me down on the settee and retreated to the back of the room. The top woman sat astride me to taunt me. She lived to torment me. She was cruel this afternoon. She immediately reached under my shirt and took my nipples in her hands. While she kissed and bit me, she gently crushed my nipples between her fingers. It was excruciating but she was kissing me at the same time, plunging her tongue into my mouth deep and rough, and I didn't know what to feel. I didn't want to like it, and I definately didn't want to give in as quickly as I did, but I couldn't help it. I felt my cunt begin to throb and I couldn't suppress a gasp. She knew then that she had me and I kicked myself for putting up so little resistance. In a second she lept from me, laughing, and pulled down my jeans. The assistant helped by grabbing me by the throat from behind so that I couldn't get away. She never said very much but she was always there to help. While she held me, the top put her hand to my cunt to see if I was wet. I was always wet, and today was no exception. She wiped my juice across my face and laughed at my ashamed expression. How could I fight back when I wanted her this much ? The top crouched before me and pulled me towards her. The assistanat held me down while the top went down on me. For a few excruciating moments, she licked and sucked my clitoris and made me squirm with pleasure. I told her to stop it, to stop kidnapping me like this and forcing me to have sex with her. But it was half hearted and she knew it. Licking her lips she said, "You don't mean that," and pushed me back on the settee. She always enjoyed what came next. Leaning back and rocking on her heels, she put her hand inside her jacket. I tried to look away but the assistant forced my head back round to face her. Then she pulled her latest toy from the inside pocket. I'd never seen one so chunky before. It was thick and long, made of smooth soft looking rubber. "Oh no, no, I can't, it's too big, I can't do it," I pleaded. She buckled the thing to her belt and said harshly, "Don't be so stupid." When she straddled my body again I tried to push myself into the settee to get away from her dildo. "Where do you think you're going ?" she snarled as she pushed between my legs. She pulled a condom from her pocket and waved it before my eyes, then quickly put it on. She liked to tease me with her dildo. She rubbed it between my legs so that it grazed my clitoris and made me wriggle. I tried again to convince her to stop because I couldn't take it. But she ignored my cries and kissed me again. When I tried to pull my face away she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. With her free hand she relocated a nipple and began to squeeze. It was the combination of sensations that did my head in. The gentle, teasing way she was sliding against me was beginning to make me moan uncontrolably into her mouth. But the handcuffs, the pain in my nipple, and the presence of the assistant meant that I should be fighting back. I wriggled but I wasn't really trying to escape. When she felt me push towards her she knew it was time, and stopped kissing in order to look at my face. I knew what was coming and again I tried to resist. She pulled my ear to her mouth and said very quietly, "Why don't you just shut the fuck up and take what's coming to you ? You know you want it so why pretend you don't ?" She was so cold towards me then, and for a moment I was afraid of her. She was volatile at times like this and I never knew for sure that she wouldn't hurt me. As she spoke, she slipped the end of the dildo inside me. It went in suprisingly easily but I didn't think I'd be able to take it all. She kissed me hard on the mouth and pushed into me about half way. It was big, slightly sore at first, but as she began to gently fuck me it became easier. It felt very very good and she knew it. When I moaned into her mouth once more, she thrust the whole thing into me and began to fuck me in ernest, hard and fast. I abandoned any hope of hiding my feelings and thrust back. She pushed up my shirt and took my nipple in her mouth. She licked it so softly that I didn't notice her teeth closing in at first. By the time she was chewing on me hard I was arching my back and getting ready to come. I couldn't keep quiet and before I knew what I was doing the word slipped out of my mouth. "Please." The top came to an abrupt stop. "What did you say ?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Please, please." She pushed into me and said again, "What did you say ?" She was so gorgeous, "Please what ?" I pleaded with her, "Don't make me say it !" She pulled out and thrust in again. It was torture. I so wanted to come. So close to coming. "Say it, " she said, as she tortured me again. I couldn't resist, I had to say it. "Please Daddy. Please Daddy please Daddy please Daddy please !" And she was fucking me and biting down on my shoulder and coming as she fucked me. I strained against the handcuffs and arched my back and came and came and came and yelled "Yes Daddy yes yes yes Daddy...." She kept fucking me and biting my shoulder and I seemed to yell for ages. And then there was calm. She gently pulled away from me and took off her dildo. Then the handcuffs were removed by the assistant. She took me in her arms and kissed me very tenderly and held me tight. I felt exhilarated and drained and in a mess. The assistant left to put the kettle on and my Daddy told me what a good girl I'd been. I told her off for doing this to me again, but we both knew I didn't mean it. After a long cuddle and a cup of tea, they got ready to go. At the door, we kissed again, and then they were gone. I feel exhausted and wet now, but I wouldn't change a thing. I wonder when they'll come round again ? |
© Scarlet Mo 07 June 1999
| Note: It's hard to explain how scary it is writing stuff like this. I know lots of women have mucky fantasies that they'd die before telling anyone about, because the content is either pervy or politically unsound. But if you write it down, you're admitting it ! It's frightening, and embarrassing even if you never show anybody, but it's also liberating in a way too. Why shouldn't I write down what turns me on ? I don't force anybody to read it. And nobody gets hurt. I keep telling myself this, but I suppose I'm still not totally convinced I'm right ! |