I met Ryan in my second year at State University. His friend dated my roommate’s sister, or some tenuous relationship like that. We ended up at a lot of the same parties. Looking back, I think I caught his eye because I was so shy, because I didn’t flock to him like all of the other girls. He always had a flock around him. He was a charismatic theatre major who wanted to be a sportscaster. Ryan also played football. And in that town, college football players were treated like gods. They could do anything they wanted.
That’s when I started screaming, and he started laughing. In a gruff voice, he said, “No one can hear you little missy. We’re way out from town. Now, I’m gonna fuck you!”
I closed my eyes, thinking it would be over fast. But, the robber thought that no one would disturb us, so he took his time. He trailed his fingers over me, from the thin skin on the inside of my wrists, just where the handcuffs clamped on to me, to the base of my neck. He paused for a moment at the dip of my collarbone, letting his fingers draw small circles over it.
I remember opening my eyes then, and looking up into his masked face. His eyes were downcast, watching my chest rise and fall with my panicked breathing. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled me and put his mouth over one of my breasts so that every time I inhaled, my nipple went into his mouth. This went on for some time, with him moving back and forth. When my breathing slowed, he backed up and blew on them. My tits were wet from his tongue so the air moving over them gave them a chill and they pulled up so hard it ached.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m getting you ready for me. I’m a robber, not a rapist.”
“Oh shit.” I moaned.
He moved lower, planting a deep kiss on by belly button that sent tingles down to my pussy. Now, most lovers ignore everything between the tits and twat. But the robber took his time. While his hands ran up and down my sides, his mouth kissed my torso over and over. When I was sweaty with a mix of desire and fear, he moved down lower. The robber put his nose at the top of my bare pussy and took a deep breath.
“You just shaved!”
“Ah, yea.” I answered.
“Oh my God! What a lucky fuck!”
The robber started licking again, two broad strokes on each side of my pussy. Now, I thought that women didn’t get much out of being shaved. I thought it was something to do for the man in your life. But when I felt that warm, wet tongue contact my bare skin, I learned that women gain a lot.
He went for my clit. I was so spread open and aroused, that he didn’t have to pull my outer or inner lips apart to get at it. I felt his breath on it, then his mouth, sucking. I started screaming again, not in fear this time.
He said, “Go on! Let it out. Be loud. I’m the only one hearin you missy!”
Then he put his head back between my legs. Straining against the handcuffs, I pulled my head up to look down. But I only saw the top of his mask with masses of dark hair at the bottom of it. My screams filled the room. He laughed and started to work back up by body. He pressed his dick against my breast, pushing my rock-hard nipple back into my soft flesh. He used it to trace a path up my neck to my mouth.
After pausing to kneel over me just so, he pointed his cock into my mouth. Believe it or not, I was thankful to return the pleasure he had given me. I did what I could with my tongue and lips, lifting my head as far as it could go. This made me pull against the handcuffs. They cut into my wrists despite the soft linings.
I remember him moaning, “Oh, suck it missy! Harder! Pull it into the back of your throat . . .”
I did everything he said, pulling it down to the back of my mouth, then, a little farther.
“Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He groaned.
In one quick motion, he pulled out of my mouth and then plunged into my open pussy. More than anything, I wanted to buck back against him, to add my own motion. But no, spread and shackled I could only let him fuck me at will. But what a good fuck it was anyway! He started slow, grinding against my clit as he went, pulling my nipples with his teeth. I stopped pulling against the restraints, and relaxed into them, letting him sink a little deeper into me. The fucking got faster. He pulled up, holding himself over my on his forearms. I could hear him breathing heavy under the mask.
I knew he was building to an orgasm, but I didn’t want it to stop! With my arms and legs bound, all I could do was hold him tighter with my pussy. I squeezed it tight around his cock.
That’s when he let out another. “Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Then he fell right on top of me. His body formed another type of bondage, holding my panting chest in place until he calmed down himself. I was dizzy, my head spinning as I felt his cum drip down my ass.
Maybe I passed out a little, I don’t know, but when I opened my eyes again he was straddling me and looking down. He slowly reached up and slid his mask off of his head. Amazingly, the long dark hair slid off too! The robber was really a blonde, with ice blue eyes. I could see his tattoo clearly then, it said:
Did I scare you?
That’s when I started screaming, and he started laughing. In a gruff voice, he said, “No one can hear you little missy. We’re way out from town. Now, I’m gonna fuck you!”
I closed my eyes, thinking it would be over fast. But, the robber thought that no one would disturb us, so he took his time. He trailed his fingers over me, from the thin skin on the inside of my wrists, just where the handcuffs clamped on to me, to the base of my neck. He paused for a moment at the dip of my collarbone, letting his fingers draw small circles over it.
I remember opening my eyes then, and looking up into his masked face. His eyes were downcast, watching my chest rise and fall with my panicked breathing. Climbing onto the bed, he straddled me and put his mouth over one of my breasts so that every time I inhaled, my nipple went into his mouth. This went on for some time, with him moving back and forth. When my breathing slowed, he backed up and blew on them. My tits were wet from his tongue so the air moving over them gave them a chill and they pulled up so hard it ached.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m getting you ready for me. I’m a robber, not a rapist.”
“Oh shit.” I moaned.
He moved lower, planting a deep kiss on by belly button that sent tingles down to my pussy. Now, most lovers ignore everything between the tits and twat. But the robber took his time. While his hands ran up and down my sides, his mouth kissed my torso over and over. When I was sweaty with a mix of desire and fear, he moved down lower. The robber put his nose at the top of my bare pussy and took a deep breath.
“You just shaved!”
“Ah, yea.” I answered.
“Oh my God! What a lucky fuck!”
The robber started licking again, two broad strokes on each side of my pussy. Now, I thought that women didn’t get much out of being shaved. I thought it was something to do for the man in your life. But when I felt that warm, wet tongue contact my bare skin, I learned that women gain a lot.
He went for my clit. I was so spread open and aroused, that he didn’t have to pull my outer or inner lips apart to get at it. I felt his breath on it, then his mouth, sucking. I started screaming again, not in fear this time.
He said, “Go on! Let it out. Be loud. I’m the only one hearin you missy!”
Then he put his head back between my legs. Straining against the handcuffs, I pulled my head up to look down. But I only saw the top of his mask with masses of dark hair at the bottom of it. My screams filled the room. He laughed and started to work back up by body. He pressed his dick against my breast, pushing my rock-hard nipple back into my soft flesh. He used it to trace a path up my neck to my mouth.
After pausing to kneel over me just so, he pointed his cock into my mouth. Believe it or not, I was thankful to return the pleasure he had given me. I did what I could with my tongue and lips, lifting my head as far as it could go. This made me pull against the handcuffs. They cut into my wrists despite the soft linings.
I remember him moaning, “Oh, suck it missy! Harder! Pull it into the back of your throat . . .”
I did everything he said, pulling it down to the back of my mouth, then, a little farther.
“Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He groaned.
In one quick motion, he pulled out of my mouth and then plunged into my open pussy. More than anything, I wanted to buck back against him, to add my own motion. But no, spread and shackled I could only let him fuck me at will. But what a good fuck it was anyway! He started slow, grinding against my clit as he went, pulling my nipples with his teeth. I stopped pulling against the restraints, and relaxed into them, letting him sink a little deeper into me. The fucking got faster. He pulled up, holding himself over my on his forearms. I could hear him breathing heavy under the mask.
I knew he was building to an orgasm, but I didn’t want it to stop! With my arms and legs bound, all I could do was hold him tighter with my pussy. I squeezed it tight around his cock.
That’s when he let out another. “Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Then he fell right on top of me. His body formed another type of bondage, holding my panting chest in place until he calmed down himself. I was dizzy, my head spinning as I felt his cum drip down my ass.
Maybe I passed out a little, I don’t know, but when I opened my eyes again he was straddling me and looking down. He slowly reached up and slid his mask off of his head. Amazingly, the long dark hair slid off too! The robber was really a blonde, with ice blue eyes. I could see his tattoo clearly then, it said:
Did I scare you?
