Katelyn

by Connie Cliff

  Both women were moaning, but Posey’s groans were getting faster and louder. She was close.

  Tristan’s hand went to his fly and unzipped it. His cock sprung out, fully rigid. He stroked himself, once again watching Posey fuck someone else. But this time, he wanted to be there, in that room, more than anything. He wanted to fuck that Nina girl from behind as she pleasured Posey.

  He surprised himself with that fantasy. The other woman was not his type. He reasoned that he wanted to pound Nina hard so that he would drive her face into Posey’s pussy, making it as if it were Tristan who was pleasuring Posey, and not her.

  The more he imagined himself in that room, the harder his hand pumped his cock. And just when Posey screamed out in ecstasy, his member exploded, and he had to muffle his breaths.

  He came hard. Probably the best orgasm he’d had while masturbating.

  As soon as his cock stopped throbbing, the reality became clear. Posey was lost to him.

  He watched her switch places with the girl and dive down into her pussy.

  Enough. He couldn’t stand to see any more of this. He walked around the house to the street, flagged a cab to the airport, and flew back to San Francisco.

  That night Tristan cried for the second time.

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  Even though he’d dated a few girls in college, he was never interested in anything long term. They all had to resemble Posey. He seemed unable to shake off his crush on her, even after her rejection.

  One thing did change after his ill-fated trip to New York, however. He was no longer turned on by the routine dating scene: asking girls out, wining and dining them, having vanilla sex. Going to a party or to a bar no longer appealed to him.

  He realized that he needed that element of pursuit, reluctance, forbidden desire, in order to become truly aroused. Without it, he could no longer become fully erect, and if he somehow did manage to get it up, he couldn’t bring himself to ejaculation.

  That’s when he found himself browsing the taboo forums. One forbidden craving after another leaped out at him from the pages of his laptop, until he found what he felt he was meant to find.

  The “attack fantasy”. Hundreds of women, all wanting to be found and ravished. What more could he ask for? The few things he loved doing — wandering around at night, hacking into people’s private information online, and having sex with women who were into taboo subjects — were all combined in this fantasy.

  Tristan opened a new blank document and started taking notes.

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  The woman in the kitchen today didn’t even try to fight.

  They rarely did, Tristan found. The whole “attack fantasy” was just an elaborate scheme to indulge their “sex with a stranger” fetish, most of the time.

  But Tristan didn’t care. For him, the excitement of building up to the main event was just as arousing. He carefully picked each “target”, browsing the forums for hours on end. If you knew where to look, there were droves of women secretly fantasizing about being seized and ravished. Friends recommended it to their friends, and the number of women seeking out this experience multiplied, which expanded Tristan’s choices.

  He devoted weeks, and sometimes months, to careful preparation with each subsequent woman. First, he weeded through the forums, looking for long haired women of about Posey’s age, with highlights and big breasts. He hacked their information and found out where they lived and worked. It was easy for him to do, since he was able to get into his parents’ computers since he was eleven. Then he watched them in the real world for a while, making sure that they did, in some way, resemble Posey. Next, he dedicated himself to studying their daily habits and schedules.

  Kate, the woman today, was no different. She’d been a regular on the forums for a few months now, but her reluctance to describe herself or post a photo had always made Tristan look past her. Finally, a few weeks ago, she added a blurry selfie to her forum username, and the game began.

  For the next few weeks, he watched her from a distance, ensuring that she: A. Looked like Posey; B. Was single; and C. Lived in an area where he could sneak in and out undiscovered. Once he’d established that all three conditions were met, he recorded her schedule long enough to find the optimal time for his move.

  This evening was ideal. It was a Friday night, which for Kate usually meant staying in and cooking dinner. She liked to relax at the end of the week, saving her going out nights for Saturdays.

  She’d written that she wanted to be attacked from behind, in her home, and be taken to her bedroom where the man would throw her on the bed and have sex with her.

  And that’s what Tristan provided, with no alteration to her fantasy. He liked it that way too.

  “If I remove my hand from your mouth, promise you won’t scream.” Tristan phrased it as a command, not a question.

  Kate nodded.

  As soon as he pulled his hand off, he grabbed her phone from the kitchen counter, turned off the music, and slid it away from her.

  “What are you going to do to me?” She breathed.

  “Nothing more than what you already want, Kate.” He slowly led her to the bedroom.

  “How do you know me? How do you know what I want?” Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

  “KatelynInDistress, I know all of your secret desires.”

  “Oh.” She turned red. “You do?”

  He threw her on the bed.

  “I want you to be quiet now. I’ll tell you what to do. Isn’t that the way you want it?”

  “I don’t know, I’d never thought this would actually become a reality.”

  “Take off your robe. Now.” Tristan’s patience was wearing thin. His brain was pumped on adrenaline, and he found it hard to concentrate. It always happened to him in these situations.

  Kate’s resemblance to Posey was so eerie, it was throwing him off.

  It was also making him hard.

  “Will you take me from behind?” Kate asked, taking off her robe and revealing her round heavy breasts and her shaven pussy.

  “First, I’ll have you suck my cock, Posey.” He unzipped his fly as he approached the bed, taking her large breasts in his hands.

  “Posey?”

  “I’ll call you Posey, and you’ll respond.”

  He felt his cock getting more rigid as she tentatively stroked his shaft. In the weak light coming from the hallway, she looked a lot like Posey, and it was making him go crazy. He had to have her, now.

  Pushing his cock into her eager mouth, he thrust himself to the back of her throat. He was big, he knew, but most women loved it, even if they were nervous initially.

  She swallowed him and started to slide her mouth over his dick back and forth. After a few strokes, she added her hand to the base of his shaft, where her mouth couldn’t reach, and glided it in rhythm with her mouth.

  He moaned. “Oh, Posey, that’s so good. Oh, God. Feels really good. Just like that.” He placed his hands on the back of her head and guided her to go faster and faster.

  She obliged, letting out tiny moans as she sucked. Her other hand went between her legs, and she rubbed her clit, her groans becoming louder and more insistent.

  After a few minutes, she pulled his cock out and looked up. “Please, fuck me now, I’m so ready.”

  Tristan pushed her back and slipped off his t-shirt and pants. He wore no underwear, as always. Before throwing his pants on the floor, he took out a foil packet and quickly sheathed his member. Spreading her legs wide, he leaned over and guided his cock into her well lubricated pussy.

  She let out a muffled scream, grasping his buttocks and forcing him deeper inside her. He pounded her — hard — driving his long thick shaft all the way in. He could tell he was too big for her as her tight canal squeezed around his member. He hit the back of her pussy, and she moaned and screamed for more.

  “Harder, please! Oh. You’re so fucking huge!” She was writhing in pleasure. Having her secret desire fulfilled, with such an eno
rmous cock besides, was bringing her over the edge. “God, I’m so close! Please, harder. Oh, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!”

  Suddenly, her canal tightened and spasmed over his rigid cock, almost expelling him. Tristan continued to drive him member in and out, harder than before, faster.

  She came in waves, crying out and shaking, her pussy contracting. He never got tired of this feeling. He loved making women come.

  Once her orgasm subsided, he turned her around and pulled her up by her hips. Kneeling with her ass up in the air, she looked back at him, the question in her eyes: What are you going to do next?

  He entered her pussy from behind, pushing all the way in as she moaned. He continued pounding her, feeling his own orgasm approaching.

  “Fuck my ass, please.” Kate’s eyes were pleading.

  Tristan stopped. He’d never had anal before. He didn’t avoid it; he just never had a woman who was willing to try it, and he didn’t force the subject himself.

  “Are you sure, Posey? You ready for that?”

  “Yes, please.”

  He probed her tight opening with his cock, and it opened up, just barely. Pushing in the head of his member, he groaned. The sensation was unbelievable. She was so tight, the walls of her rectum hugging him and squeezing him out. He pushed in further, encouraged by her moans of pleasure. As he thrust all the way in, he cried out.

  “Oh, Posey. God, your ass is so fucking tight. Oh, this is incredible!”

  “Yes, yes, just like that. Fuck my ass. Harder, please!”

  He continued pounding her ass, throwing his head back in throes of pleasure. It seemed he could go on forever now; he never wanted this sensation to end. He looked down and watched his cock go in and out of her tight ring, pushing all the way in, and pulling almost all the way out. A few times he did pull out, then thrust himself back in. He loved the feeling of invading her ass and driving all the way deep. His balls slapped her spread pussy as he pounded her tight backdoor.

  She was crying out, her hand rubbing her clit.

  “Oh, I’m gonna come again! Please, harder. Yes! Oh, yes!”

  Her sex spasmed again, and, incredibly, he could feel it through the thin membrane that separated her tight anal canal from her pussy. As she came, screaming, he felt his own orgasm nearing, so he pounded harder and faster, finally releasing his seed inside her ass.

  She collapsed on the bed, after he carefully pulled his cock out, still sheathed in a condom. He took it off and wrapped it in tissue paper, stuffing it in his pants pocket. He didn’t need any trouble later.

  “Will you stay the night?” Kate/Posey asked.

  It never failed to surprise him that they wanted more after the fantasy was fulfilled.

  “No, Kate. I’m leaving.” He pulled on his pants.

  “I’ll be your Posey for as long as you want.” Her eyes were begging him.

  He kissed her gently, caressing her breast. “You’ll never be my Posey.”

  She didn’t plead anymore, and he was grateful for that. As he walked out of her bedroom, he looked back at her, spread naked on the bed. She was beautiful, no question about it. But she was no Posey. The excitement of the pursuit was over, and his head sobered up. How could he ever think she looked similar?

  He’ll need to find a closer match next time, he decided. His need for Posey was growing stronger.

  Before slipping out into the night, he locked Kate’s door.

  As he walked towards his car parked a few blocks away, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked. An alert from one of the forums. TakeMeNowNatalie had just posted a selfie. Tristan smiled, his steps accelerating. He’d been curious about Natalie for a few weeks now, but chose to ignore her due to her lack of photo. He stared at her now for a few seconds.

  She looked just like Posey.

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  Connie Cliff is a short story erotica writer. She fell in love with the genre when she was in high school, and her favorite book was D. H. Lawrence's "Lady Chatterley's Lover". Connie's protagonists are women and men who love to experiment and who enjoy themselves, in whatever situations Connie places them. You will find stories with many themes, including multiple partner, bisexuality, BDSM, and lots of others! Please visit her website at http://conniecliff.com to learn about her books or to ask her questions. Connie would love to hear from you! Let her know if you want to hear more about her characters’ adventures! If you have any suggestions, or just want to find out more, email Connie directly: connie.cliff.thewriter@gmail.com.

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