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The Stranger
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The Stranger Erotic fiction...someone wrote the beginning of a story and got stuck. I offered this as a finish....my original work. ( I will probably write a new beginning to this in the future) She stares into his blue eyes, knowing him from somewhere besides work, yet the memory just out of reach. He takes her hand gently into his and tells her he will walk her home. In her head she's screaming out "No fucking way, I just met you, there is no way I'm letting you walk me home!", but a meek "Ok" is all that barely squeeks out. "I live over in-" she starts, but he cuts her off with, "I know where you live." She can't take her eyes off him as he leads her by the hand. His eyes are the deepest blue she's ever seen and she can't help but get lost in them. Before she realizes it they are standing in front of her front door. He snaps her out of her trance telling her, "open the door." Embarrassed, she nods and fumbles in her purse for her house key, her hands shaking badly. A part of her is terrified, yet she can't help herself, she wants to let him in....she can't just let him walk away. Finally she gets the door unlocked and let them both enter the room. She is so afraid and her heart is beating madly like it's going to come right out of her chest. She turns to lock the door. As she turns around, she's pushed forcefully against the door, pinned by a powerful forearm across her throat, a hand grasping the waistband of her jeans, his knee between her legs and his thigh solidly against her crotch. His eyes lock with hers, peering into her very soul. He sees what he wants to see....fear....anxiety....desire. He keeps her pinned to the door with a hand around her throat as he staps back and inspects her from head to toe, and back. She always knew she was pretty, if nothing special, however, men had been lusting after her body since she was thirteen. She was built! 36(B+) firm breasts that didn't need a bra, as she frequently went without one to work...the servers unofficial motto, "tits equal tips" was proven true often enough. She has a slender waist and a firm, flat stomach flaring out to nice set of hips and a great ass. A little on the small side, but shapely nonetheless. She'd never be mistaken for a Kardashian and she was ok with that. Many men thought her legs were her best feature, with a wicked tattoo hIgh on her left thigh that some find off-putting, but others find extremely sexy. She looked really good in jeans and a t, but if she could wear a bikini to work, her money problems would go away. She stares into his eyes and fears he can see right through her, that he knows her every thought. Her heart is racing faster than she thought possible, her breath coming rapidly, and she notices another feeling, one she would not expect to feel at this moment, a throbing....an aching...a longing between her legs as the blood speeds to her hungry pussy. As fucked up as it was, she wanted him, with every fiber of her being, she wanted him to take her. "Put your hands together, above your head." "Can I...." is all she gets out before the blur that is his hand slaps her across the mouth. She let's out a startled yelp as the suprise slap takes her breath and the stinging pain sets in, and the salty taste of her own blood reaches her tongue. "Put your hands together, above your head." "Ok", she whispers as she starts to raise her hands, and is rocked by another stinging slap to the face. He leans in close to her ear, she can feel the heat of his breath as he tells her, "when I tell you to do something, the only acceptable response is 'yes Sir' and swift compliance. Is this understood?" She croak out, "Yes, Sir" as she raises her hands high above her head, fingers intertwined. He releases her throat and commands her not to move. "Yes, Sir". He slides his hands inside the neckline of her t-shirt, and with a few quick tugs, rips it completely down the middle. She resists the urge to pull her arms down to cover her exposed breasts. She is afraid of him, this isn't what she had in mind. She wanted him to seduce her, to slowly and sweetly make love to her by candlelight. Like her dream the night....Oh my God...that's where she recognizes him from...her dream! The sound of her shirt being ripped down the back snaps her back to her present situation. Her t-shirt now hung from her shoulders in two almost equal pieces. He slides one piece up to her hands and uses it to bind her hands tightly together. It doesn't cut off circulation, but there was no easy escape. Once again she protests in her mind, this is not what her fantasy is, they were supposed to be making love, kissing passionately, their bodies in rythm. Not this...this vile, humiliating degredation, this man handling. She wants desperately to protest...yet she's never been more aroused in her life, never been so turned on. She felt on the edge of cumming and feared it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. "Spectacular!" Her thoughts were interrupted by this one word, as she opens her eyes to find him staring lusting at her breasts. Her arms were now aching from being extended over her head for so long, however, by being extended in such a way, her breasts were lifted, and her nipples were slightly upturned, and so very hard. He takes a breast in each hand and roughly fondles them, twisting ,tweeking, pulling, slapping, pinching the nipples. He was not the least bit gentle and she was completely humiliated. And wet. God was she aching. She didn't care at this point how he took her, as long as he relieved her suffering. She opened her eyes with a sharp intake of breath as she felt his hot breath and wet mouth slowly wrap itself around her right nipple, slowly swirling his tongue around the nipple. She felt a wave of bliss start to rise like the tide when a sudden, sharp pain put a halt to that. She realized that his gentle nibbling turned into biting. She cried out in pain, dropped her hands to push his head away and got slapped across the face again for her trouble. He roughly pushes her hands back above her head and commands she keep them there or else. "Yes, Sir". His hands find her waistband and he quickly unbuttoned her jeans and slides the zipper down. He grabs the sides and pulls them roughly down to her knees and then yanks them to her ankles. He is on his knees "face to face" with the Hello Kitty smiling back at him from the front of her pink cotton panties. She was mortified that the man of her dreams first sight of her vagina was behind a pair of pink cotton Hello Kitty panties. He rips the panties from her hips and finally, except for the jeans around her ankles, she is completely naked for his pleasure, and she was excited beyond reason. She didn't care what he did at this point as long as he didn't stop. She had never felt such a confusing, conflicting group of emotions. She had never felt so ALIVE! She was usually clean shaven, but it had been weeks since she split with her boyfriend, loser, and she had gotten lazy. She had been told she had a pretty bush but she wasn't sure what criteria determined this decision. Now she was regretting her laziness, afraid he would disapprove. Still squatting down, he leaned forward, gently putting his nose in her bush. It was downy soft, a pleasant suprise as he didn't like coarse hair. He placed the tip of his nose barely touching her swollen clit and inhaled deeply, releasing a deep, animal like growl. She felt the wave rising and her body start to quiver. He backed off and commanded she spread her feet as wide as she could, which was limited due to the jeans around her ankles. But she dutifully complied with a lust sounding, "yes, Sir." He could tell the fruit was ripe for the picking and smiled knowingly. She could only spread her legs a short distance, but it was all he needed. He slid one finger slowly across her clit between her lips. If he didn't know better he would have thought she used half a tube of lube. That little finger was all she needed. The rising tide became a tidal wave and there was no stopping it. The sound they erupted from deep within started as a low, almost growling "Oh God!" and finished as a high pitch, half moan, half scream. As she rode the wave, he slid first one, then two, fingers inside her. It was very tight and very slick, and it started a whole new wave in her. He stood in front of her, face to face, he could see her body still quivering, covered with a sheen of sweat. "You are a hungry slut, aren't you?" "Yes, Sir." He stuck his fingers, still dripping with her juices, in her mouth so she could suck them and told her, "your cunt is my property, for my pleasure, whenever I choose, understood?" She nodded and mumbled "yes,sir" around his fingers, as she hungrily sucked her pussy juice off his fingers. He traced his fingers from her mouth, down her neck, over her breast, down her stomach and played with the hair on her pussy. "You will keep this bush, however, you will keep my cunt lips clean shaven at all times." And as he finishes saying this, he rams three fingers inside, spreading her wide. She had begun to respond, "yes, sir," but as he entered her again the next round overtook her and all she could do was scream, as her knees finally buckled and she collapsed in his arms. He let her fall to the floor and she layer there in a sweaty, heavy breathing heap of flesh. He looked around the room until he spotted what he was looking for and he walked to the dinning room. He slid out a dinning room chair and commanded her to crawl to him. "Yes, Sir," she responded, as she awkwardly crawled to his feet. He grabbed a her hair and guided her to her feet, so that she was standing behind the chair. He took her hands, bent her over the back of the chair so her hands were gripping the front of the seat and the back of the chair was pushing on her pelvic area. She wasn't the tallest girl in the world so she had to stand on tip toe to achieve the desired position. He used the left over piece of shirt to tie her hands to the front chair rail. He then left, looking for something. She didn't know what and wasn't about to ask. When he returned, he was carrying a pair of stockings. He reached down and used the stockings to tie her legs to the chair legs. She was bound to this chair and couldn't switch position if she tried. She had to turn her head to the side to try to see him. Finally, he stood to the side of the chair so she could see him. He slowly undid his belt and slid it out of his pants. Her excitement was building at the thought of finally seeing him naked, in the flesh and not as a dream. She was puzzled when he didn't continue to undress, but as he walked behind her, belt in hand, it dawned on her, and she started to plead, "no, please Sir, no!" "You need to learn your place. You are mine now! You will endure. You are being punished. I never gave you permission to cum." He reared back and put the belt to her ass. She screamed out in pain, and there was an immediate red stripe across her ass. And he continued, every strike earning a new squeal, or scream. Her agony was getting him hard. The more she cried out, the harder he got. After about a dozen lashes, he decided he was ready. She was sobbing deeply. He stood in front of her, and undressed. This sight of his swollen cock caused the crying to soften. He was average length, but he was thick, and his balls were huge. Without a word, he grabbed her hair, and lifted her head, and slowly pushed past her lips and into her mouth until he felt her face buried in his hair and his balls on her chin. And her reflex kicked in. He held it there until she was gagging, and when she started choking, he pulled out and let her get some air. Briefly. He started to face fuck her. She could barely contain him, he was so big in her mouth. When he finally stopped, she was a gagging, coughing, drooling mess. But she was aching, she needed him inside her, she needed to be fucked. No longer the slow lovemaking of her earlier fantasies. She wanted raw, brutal, animal fucking. "Please, Sir, please fuck me, please!" she begged. He was happy to comply. He positioned himself behind her, his raging cock pressed into the folds of her lips, sliding up and down, extending her torment. "PLEEEEEASE, SIR, FUCK ME!" He grabbed her hair and pulled back, and a handful of ass with the other, and drove it home. She was so tight and wet and spectacular! She let out a wail, mix of pleasure and pain. Her ass still raw from the beating, getting pounded with every thrust and the absolute bliss of having this man inside her. It was more than she could take. She came, hard, and continuously. It didn't take him long and within minutes, he erupted inside her for what seemed to last an hour, but was only a few brief seconds of bliss. As he filled her with his hot sticky load, she never felt so full or fulfilled. And as he finished pumping her full of cum, she passed out. He untied her, and laid her gently on the floor, and then staggered to the couch himself, to recover. As she awoke, she was in a panic, until she saw him on the couch, staring at her. "Crawl to me". She shimmied out of her jeans and crawled to him. She knelt in front of him, her eyes cast downward, and kissed his hand. "Master..." was all she said. He reached down and lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all, and set her in his lap. She curled up in his arms, rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzled her face to his neck, and as she was falling asleep, she heard him whisper, "good girl." |
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good erotic exotic story
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