This story is a departure for me. It's not what I usually write.
She was a little drunk, so she wasn't really aware of her surroundings as she approached her apartment door. Keys in hand, she fumbled at inserting it into the lock. Two more tries only frustrated her. She leaned her head forward against the door to steady herself as she tried once again to focus on the damn lock.
Kim Little was a 23-year-old college student. She had been out with her girlfriends, hitting the bars on the drag, as the students called University Drive. She was wearing a short, tight, white skirt and a short college t-shirt that rose just high enough in the front to reveal her tight, tanned belly. Too many drinks bought by her girlfriends had taken their toll.
As she leaned forward against the door, her weight caused it to open and she stumbled forward into the room. She caught her balance and instinctively reached over to turn on the lights. Somewhere in the cobweb-clouded recesses of her brain she connected to the fact that the door had been unlocked and that the lights she had turned on before leaving were now off. It was too late for that recollection to do her any good however, because as she reached for the light switch, her hand met another hand covering it.
She sucked her breath in deeply, preparing for a scream when another hand roughly covered her mouth, cutting off any attempt at a shriek.
Eyes wide and panicked, yet seeing nothing in the dark, she began to struggle for the still open doorway.
"Don't move!" a somewhat muffled male voice growled low from behind her. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought it might burst.
Just then, the man holding her from behind whispered softly in her ear, "Montana." It was her boyfriend John and he was using their code word for role-playing.
So finally, he was doing it. They had discussed this fantasy weeks earlier. She had seen a movie where a woman had been held captive in her apartment, a literal sex slave for two men. She told him how surprised she had been when she had felt herself becoming aroused while watching it. At the time, he hadn't really responded so she had just let it go. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, because now he was carrying out her fantasy.
He used his free arm to wrap around her in a hug, twisting themselves around until he could use his back to push the door closed.
"Gag her, man. Don't let her make any noise," she heard another voice say.
‘Another man! There was another man in the room!’ she thought. He had
really gone through with it.
A million thoughts went scrambling through her mind. ‘I wonder who it could be? What are they going to do? Are they going to fuck me?’
"I'm on it. Hold her still," she heard him reply.
As she struggled to figure out who the other man was, she heard the tearing of cloth. She had time just enough time to suck in a desperate breath of air before the cloth was pressed against her mouth and then tied tightly behind her head. Her hands were pulled in front of her and she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs being snapped in place on her wrists.
Feeling herself getting hot and wet between her legs, she began to really get into the game. She frantically looked around to try and see the other man. She twisted and squirmed, only to be denied.
"I told you to hold still!" she heard John growl.
She lay still, frantically breathing in and out of her nose.
"Get her legs tied," John told the other man.
She heard one of them grunting, struggling with something and then, again, she heard the ripping of cloth. She felt what she assumed was pantyhose wrapped and tied around her ankles. Then, her head was jerked around as a blindfold was tied around her head.
She lay there, trussed up and helpless. Her senses were on overload. She was listening to everything, trying to determine what they would do next.
The lights were turned on. She could hear them stepping around her, walking rapidly.
"I got it," she heard the stranger say.
A moment later the television blared on.
"Turn it up a little louder," John told the other guy.
She lay still, her mind racing with a thousand panicked thoughts.
The two men walked over to her and both stopped right next to her.
"Hot little thing, isn't she?" she heard John ask the other man.
"Yeah," the stranger said, "you think we got time?"
"There's always time, dude," John replied. "Stand her up. Bring her over here."
She felt hands reaching under her body, and then she was picked up and placed on her feet. The man behind her held her forearms tight and maneuvered her around the room.
She was bounced and half-carried around the room. She was pushed forward and she felt something soft against her belly. After a moment she recognized it as the back of the sofa. They pushed her forward until she was leaning slightly over the sofa. She put her hands out to catch herself. She got balanced, her elbows into the back of the sofa cushions and her hands on the seat cushions.
"Here, use this cord," she heard John tell the other man, "you know what to do."
She felt her hands tugged forward as the cord was tied to the handcuff chain. She followed the sound of the footsteps as he walked back around behind her.
She heard John say, "Now, we're going to do whatever we want to you. Don't try and get away and you'll be fine. You might even like it."
She nodded her head up and down to show them that she understood.
They untied her legs and forced them wide apart. Something, rope or cord, was tied around each of her ankles. She couldn't tell exactly what was happening but she knew one thing for sure, she was helpless.
The men had run the cord underneath the sofa. Her ankles were now attached to the handcuffs. She was bent over the back of the sofa and tied so that any struggling would be pointless. If she moved her feet, the handcuffs would pull tight. If she moved her hands, the rope would pull tight on her ankles.
They had her, and now it looked they were really going to have her.
"Don't move or you'll get cut," John warned.
She felt the cold metal of a pair of scissors against the skin of her back. He sliced upward, cutting through her shirt and bra strap like they were made of butter. He moved to each sleeve and cut them. Her shirt and bra were torn from her. A few seconds later and her skirt and thong panties met the same fate.
Naked. Naked and tied up, bent over the sofa with two men in the room.
One of them, as far as she knew was a total stranger.
‘I bet they're both staring at my ass,’ she thought to herself. ‘Oh my God, they can see my pussy from this angle.’
Her pussy was on fire. She was so wet she was practically dripping. Her lover was so good, he really knew how to take care of her. Her nipples grew tight and erect as they brushed against the sofa cushion. John was doing everything that she had fantasized about and more.
Behind her she heard the delicious sound of a zipper being drawn down. Hands pushed her thighs apart. Reaching up to her pussy, he felt the slickness.
"Damn, man. This bitch is wet! Are you getting excited by this, woman?"
She heard John, now standing in front of her chuckling.
The man behind her stepped closer and she could feel the heat from his thighs as he moved in behind her. A second later, she felt the hot skin against hers as his cock pushed against her, searching for an entrance.
‘Oh my God!’ she thought. ‘It's really going to happen.’ Getting into the role, she squirmed a little, pretending to try and escape the approaching cock, but as it pushed against the outer lips of her pussy, she found herself standing up on her tiptoes, allowing him better access. His hot cock pushed against her wet pussy lips and he gave a hard thrust.
"Mmmmnnph!" she moaned against the gag as he slid himself deep inside of her.
‘Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this,’ she thought to herself as the man plunged into her. ‘I'm being fucked by a strange man, and my boyfriend is watching it happen.’
She moaned again as he leaned forward on her back, reaching around to cup her breasts roughly. Taking her moan as encouragement, he pinched her nipples hard and began pounding into her, slamming her pelvis into the back of the sofa.
Never before had she felt such feelings. They started deep within inside of her. The hot cock plunging into her was sending tremors throughout her body. She was so wet that she could feel the moisture beginning to slide down her inner thighs.
"I can't just sit here watching this," John said.
"I'm going to untie this gag," he told her. "When I do, you'd better not scream." She nodded her head to let him know she understood.
She felt a tugging at the back of her head and the gag was untied.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned between deep, gasping breaths of fresh air.
"Ohhhhh, give it me," she moaned to the man behind her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She arched up on the very tips of her toes to let him go deeper.
Again, she heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. Seconds later she felt a hot cock against her lips. Pre-cum moistened her lips in the seconds before some hidden instinct deep inside of her caused her to open her mouth to accept his cock.
Two cocks, hot and throbbing. One in her pussy and one in her mouth.
She came. She came hard. As her pussy clenched and creamed around the cock inside of her, she felt him stop suddenly. He gave one last hard pounding thrust and came, shooting hot spurts into her. She felt it deep inside of her, and her whole body shook in spasms as another orgasm ripped through her.
She was careful not to hurt the cock in her mouth as she came. He wouldn't last long, she knew. Now that the cock in her pussy was no longer slamming into her, she could focus on the cock in her mouth. She began to move her tongue around it. Her wet lips sucked him as he slid in and out, back and forth.
Seconds later John shot his cum deep down her throat. She had never let him do that to her before, but now she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. She nearly gagged, swallowing as much as she could. He trembled and pushed tight against her as if to shove it all the way down her throat, and then he pulled out.
The man behind her slid out of her with a wet sucking sound.
She slowly caught her breath, still feeling the effects of a few mini orgasms rippling through her abdomen.
"Damn, woman," the voice behind her said, "you're fucking hot."
Kim, still blindfolded and tied to the sofa, fell against the sofa, trying to catch her breath.
"So what do we do with her now?" the one that had just taken her from behind asked.
"You go ahead and go," the other one said, "I'll take care of her and clean everything up."
"You were a great fuck," she heard the man say. Then he turned and walked out the door. She never got to see him.
Still blindfolded, she heard John walk to the door and twist the deadbolt. Then she heard him walk up behind her.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Seeing you tied like that, and knowing how you just fucked him has got me so hard already. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
She felt a thrill go through her as he said those words and then roughly entered her from behind.
Her body surprised her. She felt herself responding to his thrusts. The quivering began again and she found herself pushing back against him, positioning her body to allow him to go deeper.
She came again. When he felt her go hot and creamy inside, he shot his load into her as deep as he could go.
He pumped into her a few more times as his cock pulsed inside of her. She squeezed him with her pussy, milking the cum from him.
He leaned over and untied her blindfold.
"Damn, baby. You really outdid yourself tonight," she said, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, you were really getting into it," he replied, "was it good? Was that what you wanted?"
"Well, you scared the shit out of me at first, but then it was the most exciting thing I've ever done," she said.
He slid out of her and bent down to untie her from the sofa.
"You okay?" he asked as he rubbed her ankles and wrists where the restraints had been.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But I'm curious," she asked looking up at him, "who the hell did you bring home to fuck me like that?"
"You'll just have to watch the video to find out, now won't you?" he responded.
"You taped it?" she said. "Oh you're a really bad boy aren't you? Now, what would your fantasy be? It's only fair that I return the favor."
She was a little drunk, so she wasn't really aware of her surroundings as she approached her apartment door. Keys in hand, she fumbled at inserting it into the lock. Two more tries only frustrated her. She leaned her head forward against the door to steady herself as she tried once again to focus on the damn lock.
Kim Little was a 23-year-old college student. She had been out with her girlfriends, hitting the bars on the drag, as the students called University Drive. She was wearing a short, tight, white skirt and a short college t-shirt that rose just high enough in the front to reveal her tight, tanned belly. Too many drinks bought by her girlfriends had taken their toll.
As she leaned forward against the door, her weight caused it to open and she stumbled forward into the room. She caught her balance and instinctively reached over to turn on the lights. Somewhere in the cobweb-clouded recesses of her brain she connected to the fact that the door had been unlocked and that the lights she had turned on before leaving were now off. It was too late for that recollection to do her any good however, because as she reached for the light switch, her hand met another hand covering it.
She sucked her breath in deeply, preparing for a scream when another hand roughly covered her mouth, cutting off any attempt at a shriek.
Eyes wide and panicked, yet seeing nothing in the dark, she began to struggle for the still open doorway.
"Don't move!" a somewhat muffled male voice growled low from behind her. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest, she thought it might burst.
Just then, the man holding her from behind whispered softly in her ear, "Montana." It was her boyfriend John and he was using their code word for role-playing.
So finally, he was doing it. They had discussed this fantasy weeks earlier. She had seen a movie where a woman had been held captive in her apartment, a literal sex slave for two men. She told him how surprised she had been when she had felt herself becoming aroused while watching it. At the time, he hadn't really responded so she had just let it go. Obviously, he hadn't forgotten, because now he was carrying out her fantasy.
He used his free arm to wrap around her in a hug, twisting themselves around until he could use his back to push the door closed.
"Gag her, man. Don't let her make any noise," she heard another voice say.
‘Another man! There was another man in the room!’ she thought. He had
really gone through with it.
A million thoughts went scrambling through her mind. ‘I wonder who it could be? What are they going to do? Are they going to fuck me?’
"I'm on it. Hold her still," she heard him reply.
As she struggled to figure out who the other man was, she heard the tearing of cloth. She had time just enough time to suck in a desperate breath of air before the cloth was pressed against her mouth and then tied tightly behind her head. Her hands were pulled in front of her and she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs being snapped in place on her wrists.
Feeling herself getting hot and wet between her legs, she began to really get into the game. She frantically looked around to try and see the other man. She twisted and squirmed, only to be denied.
"I told you to hold still!" she heard John growl.
She lay still, frantically breathing in and out of her nose.
"Get her legs tied," John told the other man.
She heard one of them grunting, struggling with something and then, again, she heard the ripping of cloth. She felt what she assumed was pantyhose wrapped and tied around her ankles. Then, her head was jerked around as a blindfold was tied around her head.
She lay there, trussed up and helpless. Her senses were on overload. She was listening to everything, trying to determine what they would do next.
The lights were turned on. She could hear them stepping around her, walking rapidly.
"I got it," she heard the stranger say.
A moment later the television blared on.
"Turn it up a little louder," John told the other guy.
She lay still, her mind racing with a thousand panicked thoughts.
The two men walked over to her and both stopped right next to her.
"Hot little thing, isn't she?" she heard John ask the other man.
"Yeah," the stranger said, "you think we got time?"
"There's always time, dude," John replied. "Stand her up. Bring her over here."
She felt hands reaching under her body, and then she was picked up and placed on her feet. The man behind her held her forearms tight and maneuvered her around the room.
She was bounced and half-carried around the room. She was pushed forward and she felt something soft against her belly. After a moment she recognized it as the back of the sofa. They pushed her forward until she was leaning slightly over the sofa. She put her hands out to catch herself. She got balanced, her elbows into the back of the sofa cushions and her hands on the seat cushions.
"Here, use this cord," she heard John tell the other man, "you know what to do."
She felt her hands tugged forward as the cord was tied to the handcuff chain. She followed the sound of the footsteps as he walked back around behind her.
She heard John say, "Now, we're going to do whatever we want to you. Don't try and get away and you'll be fine. You might even like it."
She nodded her head up and down to show them that she understood.
They untied her legs and forced them wide apart. Something, rope or cord, was tied around each of her ankles. She couldn't tell exactly what was happening but she knew one thing for sure, she was helpless.
The men had run the cord underneath the sofa. Her ankles were now attached to the handcuffs. She was bent over the back of the sofa and tied so that any struggling would be pointless. If she moved her feet, the handcuffs would pull tight. If she moved her hands, the rope would pull tight on her ankles.
They had her, and now it looked they were really going to have her.
"Don't move or you'll get cut," John warned.
She felt the cold metal of a pair of scissors against the skin of her back. He sliced upward, cutting through her shirt and bra strap like they were made of butter. He moved to each sleeve and cut them. Her shirt and bra were torn from her. A few seconds later and her skirt and thong panties met the same fate.
Naked. Naked and tied up, bent over the sofa with two men in the room.
One of them, as far as she knew was a total stranger.
‘I bet they're both staring at my ass,’ she thought to herself. ‘Oh my God, they can see my pussy from this angle.’
Her pussy was on fire. She was so wet she was practically dripping. Her lover was so good, he really knew how to take care of her. Her nipples grew tight and erect as they brushed against the sofa cushion. John was doing everything that she had fantasized about and more.
Behind her she heard the delicious sound of a zipper being drawn down. Hands pushed her thighs apart. Reaching up to her pussy, he felt the slickness.
"Damn, man. This bitch is wet! Are you getting excited by this, woman?"
She heard John, now standing in front of her chuckling.
The man behind her stepped closer and she could feel the heat from his thighs as he moved in behind her. A second later, she felt the hot skin against hers as his cock pushed against her, searching for an entrance.
‘Oh my God!’ she thought. ‘It's really going to happen.’ Getting into the role, she squirmed a little, pretending to try and escape the approaching cock, but as it pushed against the outer lips of her pussy, she found herself standing up on her tiptoes, allowing him better access. His hot cock pushed against her wet pussy lips and he gave a hard thrust.
"Mmmmnnph!" she moaned against the gag as he slid himself deep inside of her.
‘Ohhhhhh, I can't believe this,’ she thought to herself as the man plunged into her. ‘I'm being fucked by a strange man, and my boyfriend is watching it happen.’
She moaned again as he leaned forward on her back, reaching around to cup her breasts roughly. Taking her moan as encouragement, he pinched her nipples hard and began pounding into her, slamming her pelvis into the back of the sofa.
Never before had she felt such feelings. They started deep within inside of her. The hot cock plunging into her was sending tremors throughout her body. She was so wet that she could feel the moisture beginning to slide down her inner thighs.
"I can't just sit here watching this," John said.
"I'm going to untie this gag," he told her. "When I do, you'd better not scream." She nodded her head to let him know she understood.
She felt a tugging at the back of her head and the gag was untied.
"Ahhhhhhhh!" she moaned between deep, gasping breaths of fresh air.
"Ohhhhh, give it me," she moaned to the man behind her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She arched up on the very tips of her toes to let him go deeper.
Again, she heard the sound of a zipper being drawn down. Seconds later she felt a hot cock against her lips. Pre-cum moistened her lips in the seconds before some hidden instinct deep inside of her caused her to open her mouth to accept his cock.
Two cocks, hot and throbbing. One in her pussy and one in her mouth.
She came. She came hard. As her pussy clenched and creamed around the cock inside of her, she felt him stop suddenly. He gave one last hard pounding thrust and came, shooting hot spurts into her. She felt it deep inside of her, and her whole body shook in spasms as another orgasm ripped through her.
She was careful not to hurt the cock in her mouth as she came. He wouldn't last long, she knew. Now that the cock in her pussy was no longer slamming into her, she could focus on the cock in her mouth. She began to move her tongue around it. Her wet lips sucked him as he slid in and out, back and forth.
Seconds later John shot his cum deep down her throat. She had never let him do that to her before, but now she couldn't stop him if she wanted to. She nearly gagged, swallowing as much as she could. He trembled and pushed tight against her as if to shove it all the way down her throat, and then he pulled out.
The man behind her slid out of her with a wet sucking sound.
She slowly caught her breath, still feeling the effects of a few mini orgasms rippling through her abdomen.
"Damn, woman," the voice behind her said, "you're fucking hot."
Kim, still blindfolded and tied to the sofa, fell against the sofa, trying to catch her breath.
"So what do we do with her now?" the one that had just taken her from behind asked.
"You go ahead and go," the other one said, "I'll take care of her and clean everything up."
"You were a great fuck," she heard the man say. Then he turned and walked out the door. She never got to see him.
Still blindfolded, she heard John walk to the door and twist the deadbolt. Then she heard him walk up behind her.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Seeing you tied like that, and knowing how you just fucked him has got me so hard already. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."
She felt a thrill go through her as he said those words and then roughly entered her from behind.
Her body surprised her. She felt herself responding to his thrusts. The quivering began again and she found herself pushing back against him, positioning her body to allow him to go deeper.
She came again. When he felt her go hot and creamy inside, he shot his load into her as deep as he could go.
He pumped into her a few more times as his cock pulsed inside of her. She squeezed him with her pussy, milking the cum from him.
He leaned over and untied her blindfold.
"Damn, baby. You really outdid yourself tonight," she said, gasping for breath.
"Yeah, you were really getting into it," he replied, "was it good? Was that what you wanted?"
"Well, you scared the shit out of me at first, but then it was the most exciting thing I've ever done," she said.
He slid out of her and bent down to untie her from the sofa.
"You okay?" he asked as he rubbed her ankles and wrists where the restraints had been.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But I'm curious," she asked looking up at him, "who the hell did you bring home to fuck me like that?"
"You'll just have to watch the video to find out, now won't you?" he responded.
"You taped it?" she said. "Oh you're a really bad boy aren't you? Now, what would your fantasy be? It's only fair that I return the favor."
