by Nicola Diaz
Bruce stood with his hand on his hips, and then grabbed me by the shoulders. He swept me up in a passionate kiss and ran his hands down my back. He felt so strong and confident. I had never been with a man who exuded so much power. He was handsome, wealthy, and respectable. My tongue lingered with his and then we stopped kissing and lay back on the bed. He ran is hands down my thighs, complimenting me on how thick and shapely they were. Then he reached a hand between my legs and I sighed. I would finally get something that I wanted.
“Please, make love to me.” I whispered into Bruce’s ear and he looked at me with a seductive glint in his eye. He sat up and unzipped his pants, then pushed them down his legs, and tossed them to the floor. I leaned forward and admired his cock, which was already hard underneath his boxer shorts. I placed my hand on the thick bulge and then gently squeezed. He closed his eyes and held on to my arm. Then we both got comfortable on the bed and started to explore each other’s bodies.
“Remember, I’m the one in control.” Bruce held my arms down and licked my neck. Then he nibbled on my ear and gently climbed on top of me. I could feel the weight of his body on mine and it was worth the wait. I tried not to think back to all of the chains and flames, but it was hard not to see the images in my mind. Bruce started to grind on top of me and I didn’t want to wait any longer. I yanked at his boxer shorts and then pulled them off so that I could feel his hard dick on top of me.
He started to move on top of me and I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling his body as close to me as possible. I spread open my legs and then waited for the pleasurable sensation to arise. He moved slowly, as each inch of my wet walls met the thick hardness of his flesh. I moaned softly, and he thrust inside of me harder. I could still imagine the blindfold on my eyes, and when I opened them and saw Bruce’s face in front of mine, it was almost shocking because I was so accustomed to the darkness.
“Bruce, this is what I’ve waited for.” I whispered slowly in his ear as he moved with precision inside of me. His body felt so strong and firm that I wanted to hold on to the feeling as long as I could. The many hours of torture had all led up to this final scenario, and I felt thankful to be where I was at that moment. I didn’t want to think back to the night that I picked his pocket outside of the club, and I didn’t want to think that he would never be able to trust me again.
“This is just a little break, you know.” Bruce whispered to me as I arched my back underneath the weight of his body. “I’m going to have to chain you u again once we’re finished.” He continued to thrust his big cock inside of me and I cried out because it felt so amazing. I didn’t want to think if those chains, so I pretended not to hear what he said. Instead, I ran my fingernails down his back and pulled him harder against me. He was sweating, and I could feel every inch of his hardness swell up inside of my pussy. Just when I thought that it would be too much pleasure to handle, he slowed down.
It was getting cold inside the mansion, and I needed his body against mine to keep me warm. I wrapped my ankles around his legs and his stomach pressed down on mine. He started to move again rhythmically inside me until my cries became faster and louder. I was reaching an orgasm and I didn’t want him to slow down until I came. My body felt so sensual and voluptuous, and my mind was focused on the physical pleasure I was receiving.
Just then, I felt the rising of the wave inside my pussy. I was wet and hot, and I knew that it would be an intense orgasm if Bruce continued to penetrate me with as much force as he started with. I closed my eyes and then it became too much to contain. I opened my mouth and let out a resounding moan as one, two, then three orgasms rose and fell, cascading like ripples in a lake. It was a sensation that I had never experienced with as much intensity before, and I was in awe that it had happened.
Bruce reached an orgasm shortly after, and then we both fell back on the bed. I knew that he had more torture planned for me, but in that one quiet moment, the two of us simply savored the delicious aftermath, in perfect and utter silence. I closed my eyes and thought back to the night at the club when I had picked Bruce’s pocket. Maybe I had made the right choice, after all.
THE END
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Enter Me!
Chapter 1
“Wake up Tanya, wake the hell up,” I tell myself, thinking that I must be dreaming. It is not possible for me to be surrounded by two Adonis-looking Greeks, my hands cuffed behind my back, dragged on the beach on the Greek isles, the moon high in the sky. Surely this must be a dream, it can’t really be happening. I look at the two men dragging me along the beach, but then suddenly the stop, blindfold me, and drag me further along the sands.
Moments earlier I remember a lamp. I had rubbed it and made a wish, a stupid wish. And now it seems like that wish is coming true, or that I am being kidnapped. I try to wake myself, shaking my head from side to side. A thought suddenly comes to mind though, and I cannot believe with what ease these men are pulling me along. I am not a small girl by any means, and my excessive curves should make it difficult to move me. These Greek gods seem to lift me off the ground with ease though, adding to my feeling that this must be a dream.
The moon catches the surface of the ocean too perfectly, and the waves lick the shore in such a gentle rhythm that I start to think I am caught in one of those travel post-cards. I cannot believe that I am actually in Greece though, given the way my life was until I got on the plane. I had committed myself, too much if you ask me, to building my husband’s career. Not that I minded, but I really started to feel like I had been neglecting myself over the last while.
So when the opportunity came up for me to take a two week trip to Greece, this was the least that he could do for me. It did take a little bit of convincing, but after I set his mind at ease, telling him that I would prepare everything that he would need for the next two weeks, then he reluctantly agreed to let me go. I know though that secretly he must have been excited that I would be gone for the next two weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband, and I know he loves me. But over the last while we had become a little bored with one another.
Maybe this separation was a good thing, I think to myself as I am being dragged further down the beach. I hope that he will explore some other pussy in my absence, because I am certainly about to experience some other cock. This was my wish, and I was serious when I actually made it. I wanted to be taken by several Greeks, and dragged to a cave near the beach. I wished that I would be punished and tortured by these men, and abused sexually, in front of an audience. I never thought of myself as voyeuristic, but deep inside, I think I am.
Now it seems like my fantasy might come true. I shake my head again, thinking that if this is a dream, then now would be the time to wake up, because if I am just dreaming, the frustration of waking up pre-orgasm would absolutely kill me. I have had plenty of orgasms at the hand of my husband, but in recent times they have been less than satisfying. Or maybe it is just that I want a little more, some spice, some fire. Greece seems poised to offer me up this spice and then some.
The sand between my toes starts to burn as I am dragged further along it. Suddenly though it becomes rock, and then suddenly I am off the ground. One man has me held up at the arms, another at my feet. Cuffed and blindfolded, there is nothing that I can do to fight my kidnappers. I don’t even try to though, knowing somehow that this has something to do with the wish I made when I rubbed that lamp. And here I thought Aladdin was just an Arabic legend.
I hear water dripping from a ceiling into a pool of water, clear as if I can see it. Probably because I cannot see anything, my sense of hearing is heightened. We must be in a cave, passing the mouth of it, going deeper and deeper into the earth. I hear voices, and soft
moaning. I want to see what is going on, where I am, but the blindfold prevents this. The voices sound like echoes too, confirming for me that we must be inside a cave. It goes from hot to cold, so that I am sure that we are passing what must be bonfires.
I cannot remember what color my bikini was, or even if it was a full bathing costume. Being in Greece has made me feel naughty and reckless, so that even though I have a little more than most bikini models, I wouldn’t be against the idea of wearing a two piece. It must be a two piece I think, and in the position that I am being carried in, it can’t be looking very flattering. But I’m sure that the last thing on these men’s minds is my black two-piece bathing suit with gold clips on the sides.
Suddenly we stop, and I am nervous. I want to speak, want to ask where I am, but I can’t. I can’t bring myself to say anything at the moment, not when the blindfold is removed from my eyes and I realize that I must be deep in the earth, in a space especially designed for fucking, with plush cushions scattered all over the place, people in various compromising positions, mostly just masturbating. All the attention shifts to me suddenly though, and a few more men come up to me, look me over, and undress me. Naked, I don’t even try to hide my curves, knowing that this is exactly what I had wished for, and then some.
The Greeks holding me up suddenly push me to the floor, and even more men come up and surround me. The crowd goes a little crazy, screaming that they cannot see me, and so these men move out of the way, but not away from me. They take my hair in their hands, running thick fingers against my scalp. It feels almost like a head massage, but not. It is rough, hard, and my cunt is wet with the sheer anticipation of what might happen to me.
My face is lifted towards the men, I think, because I am looking up. The sounds around me become louder though, now that I am blindfolded again. I wonder why they feel the need to blindfold me, because I have seen them already, and I have seen where I am. Fingers move over my face, and into my mouth. Then they run the spit from my mouth against my lips, and again the fingers are forced into my mouth. My hands are raised, and I feel cock between my fingers. I start to move my fingers over these hard cocks, and the dicks fuck into my hands slowly.
The fingers in my mouth become balls suddenly, and I hear the crowd protest again. I am adjusted and so I know that the audience has a clearer view of my mouth on these big balls now. I suck on them, and then lick them, not forgetting the cocks in my hands. I start to ache, deep in my pussy, and my cunt really starts to drip. I never expected this, never in my wildest dreams anticipated this. But now that it is happening, I am more than a little excited.
I pulls harder on the cocks in my hands, wrapping my fingers firmly around the impressive shafts. When the balls against my face and lips become a cock I suck on it enthusiastically. I go as far down the shaft as I can, but there must still be a lot of cock left on the outside of my mouth because the tip of this dick hits my throat hard. It seems to be determined to get all the way down my throat, and I can’t breathe. Suddenly I panic, and I am nervous. This isn’t the quaint cock and balls session I had anticipated. This shit suddenly got really real.
The single dick in my mouth suddenly becomes two cocks, and I am stretched almost to my limit. My mouth is pulls apart, two cocks moving against each other in me. I wish that I could see these cocks, or at least the men attached to them. Greeks are so fucking hot, their hairy chests, their thick juicy cocks, their tight butts. They really get my blood boiling, and this is probably my only chance to enjoy them, thoroughly. I am not prepared for what is about to happen though, this oral invasion just the tip of the iceberg.
I am suddenly lifted to my feet. Again I am paraded before this audience of Greeks, men and women, who obviously have a very present sexual string. I hear the sounds of masturbation, and of cock sucking, loud, almost as though it were only happening in my head. I know that it isn’t though, because the cold in the space really working its way into every part of me, and if I was dreaming, then now would be where I woke up.
Two fingers suddenly creep into my cunt. Then another two, and they pull away from each other. This opens my cunt wide, too wide, and then they start to creep up inside me. As soon as they are all the way inside me they start to pull hard against my pussy walls, and this sends fire into my cunt. The fingers quickly creep up again, and again they start to pull down the side of cunt again. I cannot take it, but I have to, the idea that these two sets of fingers belong to two different men turning me on incredibly.
Over and over again these fingers creep up inside me, and then another finger is added on each hand, so that six fingers are pulling my cunt apart now. The burn is incredible, and the urge in me has me try to eject these fingers. But it is not possible, and the fingers really make an event of my cunt now, really taking me on a trip to the edge of what I thought my limits were. It is obvious that these limits are about to be stretched, and I try to get ready for it, but I know that I am not going to be ready in time.
The fingers move more aggressively inside me, morphing from two and then back to six fingers. Some fingers make their way onto my belly, and up onto my breasts. Whole hands grab the mounds, and pull on them hard. Then fingers pull on my nipples, and it hurts very much. Then suddenly all the fingers are gone, from inside me and from on me, and I am left wonder what the hell just happened. I hold on my breasts, and then cover up my cunt, having my hands pulled away from me, so that they can see the fullness of me.
Suddenly I feel very exposed, as my hands are held at my side. My legs are parted again, and my clit is pulled on. Many fingers fight for my clit, and I cannot figure out how many. There are just a lot. The audience is louder now too, and I know that some of them are cumming. I also know that some of them are getting very close, because again the moans fuse into one another as though they were suddenly one long moan. The one think that is undeniable about the Greeks is that they are passionate.
Chapter 2
Naked and blindfolded I have to rely heavily on my other senses, just to get my bearings. I know where I am though, and I know that there are many eyes on me. The men with their hands on me again now prodding me holes, pulling on my clit and my cunt lips, threatening me with their fingers again. Then suddenly I smell the oil of a torch, too close, and then I feel the heat of the flame against my face.
It seems like the men now make way for the one who is holding the torch, because as the flame licks up and down the front of me, I feel very much alone. The flame licks up my breasts, lingering so long that my nipples seem to singe, and then it is gone, moving over the rolls on my belly. There is no time for me to be self-conscious now, not with the threat of being set alight. And also, these Greeks seem to know what they like, and for now, for tonight, what they seem to like is me.
I take a hand to each of my breasts, just to make sure that my nipples are still there. Just as I reach my nipples my hands are once again pulled away from me, held firmly at my sides. The flame starts to dance up my front again, threatening my clit, but not landing on it at all, not just yet. Suddenly it kisses me, directly on my clit, and this sends a tingle through me very quickly. It doesn’t burn, just tingles, and I am surprised by this. But then, as the flame lingers on the soft tissue, it starts to heat up, and I try to move out of the way.
Hands find my hips quickly, and hold me in place. I cannot move now, and the flame moves effortlessly across the surface of my cunt. The heat intensifies, and my pussy warms further. I start to get comfortable with this heat too, but then it is just a little bit too hot. Again I try to move out of the way, but held firmly in place by the hands on my hips, this is not possible. I let out a scream, and still the flame lingers, a moment longer, and then is gone.
It moves over my cunt over and over again, and lingers on my clit even longer. Over and over again it teases me, threatening to burn me, but not. There are many things that I would rather have moving across my cunt, but I have to contend with these flames. The threat offered up by these also is intriguing, so that I am
caught in that place between liking it and being afraid that it is really going to burn into me. Thankfully it doesn’t though, but the heat between my legs really is becoming unbearable.
Then the flame is gone, and my cunt is left to cool down. As it cools, a single finger enters me, and I am taken aback by how thick it is. It goes all the way up me, and twists as it makes its way to the depths of my pussy, as deep as it will go. There is still space left in my cunt, but the finger is just short of reaching the back of me. It is very thick though, so that I almost think that it must be someone’s cock. When another finger is added though I realize that this must be a digit.
Two fingers move inside me now, and then three, and with just these three fingers my cunt is pulled apart. It catches me off guard too, because just moments earlier it was a tender delicious fingering, and now it is a rip-into-me-and-pull-my-pussy-out fingering. I’m not sure how I feel about this, not sure if I like it, or if I absolutely hate it. One thing is sure though, that I have no choice in the matter. These fingers really go to town inside me.
When the fingers move from me, another hand takes its place. Again just three fingers, but moving as aggressively as the ones that came just before. My cunt is pulled on, from deep inside, and I start to sweat, from my pussy and down my thighs. I also sweat from my breasts, and this makes me feel more than a little uncomfortable. I have never had a problem with sweat, because I bath so often. When you are a big girl you’ve got to take care of yourself, you know. But with this stress, with this strain that I am taking now, I cannot help sweating in buckets.
