I sucked on them lightly, knowing that in my fantasy I would really be afraid at this point and would fight off an unknown stranger. I moved my head sideways, not wanting to continue but the fingers came back and this time a hand held the back of my head firmly, pushing and pulling me, backwards and forwards, demanding they be sucked.
For a moment I was frightened but then I sucked them in deeply, rolling my tongue around and as the hand released my head I sucked at them as though enjoying a frozen ice-cream.
Then like a jolt of electricity I felt cold circling my nipples. Ice was being massaged over them and they stiffened instantly as trickles of water ran down my sides. A hot tongue lapped at the water and worked its way to the very edges of my breasts.
I gasped in shock when more ice, now in the palm of his hands, caressed my breasts as well. My body was hot and excited as more ice melted and trickled down. My pussy began to contract and a deep throbbing grew inside me. Then his hot mouth covered my breasts and licked me lovingly, replacing the cold with heat.
The sensation was amazing. I arched my back so he could get as much of my breast as possible into his mouth. He nibbled my nipples that were erect from the cold, teasing and licking them and, just when they’d returned back to their normal temperature, he slipped more ice into his mouth. The heat from his mouth melted the ice quickly. It was amazingly erotic and I opened my legs letting him know I was ready for some action.
I imagined a strong young man, stealing this most private of possessions, my body, as he sucked and licked. Then his tongue travelled to my mouth to kiss me. I reached up to hold his head in my hands but he slapped them away, pinning them together above my head with one hand while the other travelled down my body.
I opened my legs wider, my pussy throbbing with desire, grinding my pelvis up as his hand ran over my mound. I wanted him now. I’d already had enough of this game and was concentrating on his cock entering my pussy when suddenly a cold piece of ice was slipped into my mouth. As our tongues entwined it melted from the heat we generated together.
His teased his tongue from my mouth and with the tip of it he touched the underside of my lip, tormenting me until ice replaced his tongue and water trickled out of my mouth and down my chin. He licked at it, lapping it up as it dribbled out of the sides of my mouth and into my ears.
He shifted his weight, releasing my hands and I was hoping he was going to finally satisfy my aching pussy. It was the most erotic experience, being blindfolded and not being able to see what was going to happen next.
For a few minutes he did nothing. I wasn’t sure where he was. He could have been staring at my pussy as I lay there with my legs wide open, or he could have been surveying the room for what to steal. I gasped out loud, then giggled as more ice hit my midriff. His hand cupped it as he massaged it over my abdomen and down to my pubic hair. He slipped his hand inside the teddy and rested it over my hot pussy. The ice melted instantly and dribbled down my slit, just touching my hole.
God, I’d had enough! I wanted David now. I wanted his cock inside me so I squirmed towards him, holding his hand there, trying to force his finger inside so he could see how ready I was.
‘Please,’ I begged, not caring if in my fantasy I would be demanding a complete stranger to make love to me. All I knew was at that moment I needed a cock, regardless of whose it was.
I made to sit up, to remove the blindfold, but I was pushed back and my fingers slapped away. Sexually frustrated I lay back down, breathing hard. Suddenly, sharp slaps stung my thighs.
‘Hey,’ I complained, not used to such rough play. Instead of stopping he continued slapping and my protests quickly turned to pleasure as I began to enjoy this unusual turn of events. David was always a considerate lover and now I enjoyed the excitement of being smacked while blindfolded, allowing him to act out a fantasy of his own.
Fingers were at my pussy. Finally I was going to get what I wanted. Roughly, the crutch of the teddy was flicked open and I arched my back, pushing my pelvis upwards as I opened my legs, inviting him in, while whimpering for his cock.
Almost feather-like the tip of his tongue touched my clit. I thought I’d faint from longing. Again and again he flicked it, then his teeth nipped at it. It was exquisite. Now his tongue was roaming through my folds, on and on he licked until I closed my legs tightly around his head, holding him there.
He pulled back and I anticipated his huge cock entering me, but instead I felt the stinging pain as my teddy was ripped from my body. He tore my stockings from the suspenders and I lay there shocked and excited as his hands were roaming all over me at once.
‘Oh, David, please let me take the blindfold off,’ I begged.
Again for a few minutes he said nothing as I lay there exposed, my pussy gaping, my legs quivering, my breathing erratic. He lifted both my arms above my head, his hands running down my arms, over my breasts, down my abdomen and then he was holding me by the hips, as he positioned himself between my legs.
‘Fuck me, David, just hurry up and fuck me,’ I begged.
My pussy was numb from the ice and my body was electrified with passion. Water had pooled on the bed, saturating the sheets. Then he was kissing me and the next thing I knew his cock was inside me. I actually didn’t feel its presence until after he had entered, my lips still numb from the ice.
The sensation was amazing as he fucked me, slowly easing in and out as his cold hands massaged my breasts. Because my pussy was so numb it was easy for me to imagine this wasn’t David. Dangerously, I let my mind continue on with the fantasy that this was a stranger who was fucking me. My hand stole down, wanting to grab hold of his cock but he slapped it away.
I was moaning and writhing around the bed. The sensation of extreme cold and then heat was magical. I opened my mouth to ask if I could take the blindfold off as I wanted to watch his cock going in and out, but instead his hot tongue thrust into my mouth and I bucked wildly enjoying the combination of cock and tongue.
I wrapped my legs around his back and pushed my pelvis into him, gyrating and twisting, feeling warm water ooze from my pussy while his fabulous cock picked up my tempo.
With our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and my whole body electrified, I came with the most earth-shattering climax ever, one that left my body sensitive and tingling all over. I heard him gasp as my orgasm gushed around his cock to mingle with the watery ice in a pool on the bed.
Fulfilled and completely drained, I collapsed back on the bed, but he was thrusting into me harder now, lifting one leg high, fucking me like never before. I could hear him gasping as his breath expelled loudly with every thrust he made, and then he too came, moaning as his hot seed shot deep inside me.
He collapsed on top of me and we both lay there panting. I imagined the burglar was the one lying prostrate on me. I envisaged David coming through the door, tearing this man from me and beating him to a pulp, while I lay there defenceless and naked.
At some stage David got up and I must have slipped into a light sleep because the next thing I remembered was hearing a mobile phone ringing as though far away. It took me a while to realise it was mine. I was still blindfolded and naked on my bed.
Tearing the blindfold off I groped for the phone, which was in my handbag, near the bed. Finally, I answered only to hear David on the other end.
‘Darling, I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been?’
‘What?’ I said.
‘I’ve been trying our phone for over an hour. I wanted to explain why I couldn’t make it. Are you OK?’
I looked over towards our phone and saw it was off the hook. What was David saying? He couldn’t make it… Then who had made love to me?
‘Melissa, are you alright?’
‘Yes,’ I mumbled, stalling for time. ‘I fell asleep waiting.’
‘Good, then you’ll be nice and refreshed. I’ll be home soon,’ he said.
I hung up the phone in a daze, looking about the room. Nothing seemed to be missing. My tedd
y was ripped and lying discarded on the floor. The bed was a mess and as I peered down at my body I noticed some bruises where he’d been too rough.
Who had been rough?
Had it been David and now he was pretending he hadn’t been here at all?
Or had it really been a stranger?
What was I to do? If I told David and it hadn’t been him then he’d been furious, and if I didn’t tell and it was him he’d always think I kept things from him.
I hurried about the room straightening it up. I’d already decided what I’d do. I’d quickly shower, lay on the bed, naked, and cuff my legs wide open. This was something I allowed David to do on occasions because it turned him on so much. Then I’d not only blindfold myself but I’d put a gag in my mouth before I locked my wrists into the handcuffs.
I’d dim the lights and lay there vulnerable for him and hope he’d attack me with relish and maybe, just maybe I’d never have to explain where the sexy negligee had disappeared to.
Fantasy
by DMW Carol
I was thinking about costumes… I wonder if he likes school uniforms? Maybe it should be something like that, my short black skirt, some nice black undies – panties, stockings, suspenders and a lacy bra, with a tight white shirt over the top and that school tie.
What would he do if he got home and found me dressed like that, lying across my bed reading Harry Potter with a teddy bear tucked under one arm and an enormous lollipop in the other hand? I hope he’d love it. It would be fun to pretend to be sweet and innocent for a change. Well, maybe not too innocent.
I’d make my eyes as wide as possible, then look up at him and tell him that I was really sorry for letting myself into his room, but someone had told me that he could teach me how to make love to a man and I wanted to learn. Then I’d ask him to be really gentle with me because I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m a bit scared, which is why I want to learn from an expert.
Then I’d just gaze adoringly at him and lick my lollipop while he decided how to respond. Maybe I’d play with my hair and try to look shy… if he didn’t come over and kiss me, I’d ask him what I needed to do to be pretty enough that a man like him would want to kiss me.
I’d pretend not to know how to kiss properly and ask him to show me, letting him teach me how to open my lips and let his tongue brush over mine. I’d have to ask if I was doing it right. Then maybe I’d let my arms slip around him so he started to stroke and caress me, running his hands over my shirt, showing me where it was going to feel nice and getting me to tell him which touches felt the nicest. Then he could tell me to do the same to him, telling me to run my hands over his shoulders and his chest, letting me feel the lovely warmth of his skin, telling me when and how it felt good, sometimes asking me to stroke harder or just use my fingertips and all the time his hands would be exploring me, stroking my back, maybe even scratching along my spine or slipping lower to brush over my thigh and trace around the tops of the stockings.
I’d wriggle in close to him so he could feel my breasts pressing against his chest and couldn’t resist giving them a gentle squeeze or two, crushing me close to him and telling me that he could tell that he’d be able to teach me how to become a fantastic lover by the way I was responding to his touch and the fact that my kisses were turning him on so well. Maybe he would grab my hand and move it down so I could feel how rigid his cock was getting.
I’d pretend that made me feel really nervous, of course, that I wasn’t expecting anything so big and hard, so he’d have to promise that it wouldn’t hurt if I was really turned on first. Then he could explain how he needed to do things to make my pussy wet enough so it didn’t hurt… he could ask if I could feel it getting wetter while he stroked me and kissed me and then maybe he’d tell me that it would work better if he undid my shirt. Mmmmmm, I think he’d have to take my shirt and bra off and then pay lots and lots of attention to kissing and licking and sucking on my nipples, telling me to feel how wet I was getting while he did it. Then he’d have to peel my panties off so he could test how wet I was, just running one finger over my pussy so I was shivering at his touch.
Maybe he’d tell me to feel how wet I was getting myself, he could place my hand in just the right place and tell me how to part the lips and start exploring inside. Then maybe he would slip one finger inside me and tell me that he could tell by how easily it goes in now that I’m ready to be fucked. I’d tell him that it felt really good, but I was still scared because his cock was much bigger than his finger.
Then I’d tell him I’d never seen a cock before and ask him to step out of his trousers so I could have a good look, I bet he’d be really hard too, standing to attention all long and hard and swollen… I’d ask him if all cocks were this big and hard and then carefully reach out to run a finger over it and feel the ridges and veins on the surface.
He’d have to show me how to hold it properly, maybe holding his hand over mine and stroking it along the full length of his shaft, squeezing my hand so I held him just tight enough. He’d have to tell me how good it felt, and get me to try stroking him at different speeds and holding tighter or looser so I could feel exactly what a cock was like.
One of us would point out the pre-cum leaking at the top and suggest that I should taste it. He’d have to tell me that it was safe and wouldn’t hurt me, of course, and that if I really want to please a man I have to know to make his cock happy with my mouth as well as my hand. I’m sure he could talk me into trying a taste though, just flicking my tongue over the tip. He’d ask how it tasted and I’d tell him it was a funny taste, kind of salty and slightly bitter but a bit sweet too.
I’d taste a little more, this time pressing my tongue harder against him and letting it caress him while I licked. He could tell me whether I was doing it right or not, suggest I took him into my mouth or licked lower, slower, faster or whatever he fancied. He could tell me to hold him at the same time, or use my hand to stroke his balls or squeeze his bum or even have me slip a finger inside his arse while I sucked and licked to his exact instructions. He would have to tell me when I was getting it right and encourage me to keep trying harder. He could tell me to keep on sucking him until he came in my mouth, or stop and let me watch while he showed me how he stroked that wonderful cock of his so his come sprayed all over me.
Then he’d tell me that I’d already learned a lot, but there was more I needed to know. The next lesson was how to receive pleasure because it is impossible to be a good lover unless you’re really really enjoying what you’re doing. Then he’d tie me to the bed and blindfold me so all I was aware of was the sensations. He’d tell me to just relax and let him show me how good making love could feel.
First he’d start by stroking and kissing me all over, telling me how wonderful I felt and tasted, he’d spend ages playing with my breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling at my nipples until I was moaning with pleasure. He’d tell me that it was going to get even better and then slide one hand down my torso until his fingertip was just circling my clit. Then he’d explain to me that the clitoris is the most sensitive spot on a woman’s body, maybe he’d flick it with a fingernail so I jumped at the sensation or rub it so hard I felt like I was going to explode and then go back to soft slow gentle circling so I was intensely aware of every movement. He’d move lower until I could feel his breath on my pussy, maybe letting his hand work a little lower so one finger was just inside me, just the tiniest fraction inside but enough to make me tingle all over.
He’d lick my clit as his finger slipped properly into me, telling me how much I was going to love this lesson. It would feel so wonderful that I wouldn’t be able to resist moaning a little and begging him to teach me more. Maybe he’d add a second finger inside me and start curling them and letting them bounce against the top wall of my pussy, teasing my G-spot, licking me at the same time or nibbling and sucking on my clit until I was almost screaming in ecstasy. He wouldn’t stop until I’d come for him, long and hard and making
me shake all over at the intensity.
Then he’d move up to kiss me and tell me that he’d bet I had no idea that anything could feel that good. I’d tell him that it was wonderful, incredible, fantastic and thank him over and over again for being such a wonderful teacher. Then he’d begin slowly stroking me again and telling me that now I was ready for the next lesson… he’d tell me it was time I learned how to be fucked.
I’d pretend to be frightened by this, claim that after seeing him come and then having such an incredible orgasm myself I’d thought it was all over. I wanted it to be all over.
But he’ll tell me ‘no’. There was no way he was going to have a naked little slut tied to his bed and not give her a damn good fucking. When I objected more, he’d climb on top of me and rub his cock between my tits telling me that there was no point objecting because, like it or not, his cock was going to be inside me any time now. I’d watch him growing hard on top of me and beg him to stop, I’d offer to suck him, again or do anything else he wanted if only he didn’t fuck me. He would laugh at me and tell me that I was going to do anything he wanted anyway. I’d be so excited that I could hardly keep still, arching against him even as I pretended to say no, encouraging him to be rougher with me now, squeezing my tits hard enough that they hurt, leaving scratch marks as he clawed at them. He’d tell me to lean up and lick his cock and when I didn’t he’d slap it against my face until I could no longer resist. Maybe he’d grab a vibrator and hold it against my clit to make sure I stayed wet for him, grinding it against me so hard that I couldn’t tell whether I was feeling pain or pleasure.
When he was ready he’d kneel between my legs and force his cock into me as hard as he could, pushing it so deep inside me that I felt that it would never come back out. He’d be pulling me against him, holding me so hard that I couldn’t resist, letting his fingernails dig into me so I would push back against him and let his cock impale me even further. Then he’d start to move, pulling back as far as he could before thrusting hard into me, all the while telling me how much he loved fucking little sluts, feeling their cunts stretching around him as he filled them full of cock.
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