"What the Hell?" I muttered to myself, as my bedroom
went suddenly dark. Frowning, I flipped the unresponsive light
switch on and off. Or was that off and on? Regardless, the damn
thing wasn't doing its job. So, here I am, in a bra and undies,
fumbling in the dark, trying to feel for my robe. I wasn't a shy
person, but damned if I was going to go outside practically naked
to check the breaker box.
After a jammed finger and a stubbed toe, I finally
slid my arms into my silky flowered robe, tied it loosely, and
headed to the kitchen for a flashlight, cursing my husband and
brother-in-law the whole way.
"Why did he pick tonight, of all nights, to get too
drunk to drive home?" I complained to myself as I flicked on the
light, illuminating my way to the back door. "He knew the kids
were on a sleepover, finally giving Neal and I an evening to
ourselves. Couldn't he have called someone else- anyone
else?" I slammed the door open. "But no! He had to call
Neal, and of course, Neal just had to be the one to go
pick him up from whichever dive bar he had crawled into." I
stomped my way down the stairs, using the f-bomb more than once,
wincing as my bare feet seemed to find every sharp rock in the
"I knew I should have turned off the phones. Then he
would have had to call someone else!" I strong armed the
door to the breaker box, shined the light on the breakers, and
found the main breaker switch on the off position. Still pissed
and bitching to myself, I thought nothing of it, and switched it
back to the on position. I nodded hard as the porch light went
on. My job was done.
"If he thinks he is going to come home and get some,
he's got another thing coming." Still talking aloud to myself, I
stomped back up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. "Hell
no am I coming second to a drunk brother!" I returned the
flashlight to its proper place and headed back to my bedroom.
Having talked myself into a nice frenzy, I completely
missed the fact that my room was still dark, and shouldn't have
been. While I had switched the main room switch on and off, the
bathroom light had been on.
I ripped off my robe, throwing it in the direction of the hook it
usually hung on, and still muttering, started for the bathroom.
When I stubbed another toe on my bedpost, I screamed through
clenched teeth. Could the night get any worse? I bent down to
hold my toe, as if that would make the pain suddenly go away, and
cursed my husband, again. When the pain retreated to a dull
throb, I stood up.
Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around me from behind,
just under my breasts, effectively trapping my arms to my sides,
and I was pulled up against a hard body so tightly, I could feel
an erection pressing against my ass.
"Fight me, woman," said a whispery voice against my ear, "and you
won't get hurt."
I struggled within the man's grasp, trying to dislodge the hold
he had on me. His hold tightened even more, restricting my
breathing. As I continued to struggle, the man shifted his hold
so that he held me with only one arm. Anger burned through my
veins, as the panic of being trapped filled me. Before I knew
what was happening, in one swift move, my bra was ripped from my
body, exposing my naked breasts. Next, the man ripped off my
thong underwear, leaving me completely naked. Suddenly, I was
I didn't need to be told twice. In a heartbeat I was out the
door. I wasn't sure which way to go…the kitchen for a knife? To
the garage for my car?
I made it to the end of the hallway before my decision was made
for me. A hand wrapped around my hair and yanked, effectively
stopping me mid-run. Tears formed as it felt like half of my head
of hair was being pulled out.
The hand kept a tight hold, while he pulled me back against his
body. We were both breathing heavy, me from anger and my pathetic
attempt at escape, and he, undoubtedly from excitement. If
possible, the cock pushing against the small of my back felt
bigger, and rock hard.
Without my permission, my pussy clenched and my opening grew wet.
As if he could sense my arousal, the man reached around and
pinched my nipple, tugging until it stood out painfully. I moaned
and started to struggle again. I didn't want to be turned on. I
Where was my husband?
Why wasn't I screaming like a maniac?
I finally realized my hands were free, and I turned on the man
with every intention on gouging his eyes out. Before I could do
more than turn my body, I was being forced to the floor. My back
landed hard on the carpet, and a heavy body landed on top of me,
forcing the air out of my lungs. Before I could even think of
fighting, my wrists were caught by strong hands and forced above
my head. The man nudged his knee between my legs, effectively
forcing my thighs to open. I was completely exposed.
I bucked my body, trying to dislodge the weight on top of me. I
could feel his hard cock digging into my thigh as I tried to free
myself. In a smooth movement, both of my wrists were being held
by a large hand. With his now free hand, the man ran a finger
down my arm with a whisper light touch. I sobbed as he reached my
breast, flicking and pinching my nipple to attention. I continued
to struggle as his finger traced an abstract pattern down my
stomach to the neat strip of hair that did little to cover my
exposed wet pussy. Simultaneously, a mouth clamped on to my
nipple, while fingers penetrated my pussy roughly. I gasped at
the dual sensations. The soft, warm mouth sucking, licking, and
nipping at my sensitive breast, and the rough in and out of his
fingers as he fucked my pussy. I stilled and bit my lip to stop
the unwelcome sigh that wanted to come out.
"I knew you were a slut under all that mothering exterior." I
stilled, trying to place the whispering voice. In the dark, all I
could see was a hazy outline of a man. Obviously it was someone I
knew, and that pissed me off even more. The thick fingers
withdrew, only to come up to eye level. "Look at that." He
brought his fingers closer, rubbing a thumb across the moistness.
"You're wet for me. Tsk. Tsk. What would your husband think of
you now? All hot and waiting to be fucked…I might even film it
for him so he doesn't miss a thing."
Before I could scream, a sweet smelling cloth was pressed against
my nose and mouth. I only had seconds to struggle before my world
Pleasure/pain was what woke me from my drug-induced slumber.
Slowly, I became aware that I was immobile, spread eagle. My
wrists and ankles were tied to what I assumed were the corners of
my four-poster bed, and I couldn't see a thing. I could feel
cloth covering my eyes, and there was something stuffed in my
mouth, although not too much as to hurt my jaw. Feeling as if I
were in a bad dream, I tested the strength of my bonds. While
they weren't tight, the soft fabric dug into my skin
uncomfortably as I tried to pull my arms and ankles free. Even
with my attempt to escape, the bonds held firmly.
I was beyond anger and starting to panic now. My heart was
beating frantically in my chest, and I could feel each beat
pounding in all of my pulse points throughout my body. Cool air
caressed down my back and ass, which was way too exposed for my
comfort level. I stilled, trying to listen for any signs of who
attacked me and tied me to my own bed like a virgin waiting to be
sacrificed. At that thought, a thrill of fear went through me.
How many stories have I heard about women being brutally raped
and tortured in their own home? By someone they knew? Way, way
I sobbed at the possibility of becoming another statistic, and
started struggling for real. The bonds continued to hold, and in
fact, tightened. Thoughts raced each other around in my head,
confusing me. I was horrified by the thought that my husband
would come home and walk unknowingly into a dangerous situation.
I was terrified that my cozy, safe life would never be the same.
I thanked all the Gods and Goddesses I could think of that the
kids weren't home. I cursed my brother-in-law -again- for
calling. Would this have happened if my husband weren't gone?
Somehow I didn't think so.
Shame filled me as I felt myself grow aroused, my nipples rubbing
against the sheets as I struggled. My husband and I had played
the bondage game before, and I had loved it. Being that
vulnerable with someone I loved was like nothing I had ever
experienced before. With him, the wondering had been an
aphrodisiac. When and where would he touch? How hard? How soft?
Would he tease me senseless, or fuck me like I were a nameless,
Now, though, the waiting and wondering was creating a paralyzing
fear. Where was the person who did this? Who was watching me?
At the thought, I stilled. I realized I could hear labored
breathing coming from somewhere in the room. I couldn't help the
whimper that escaped around my gag, and the rush of fluids that
filled my pussy. I had never thought of myself as an
exhibitionist, but the thought of some stranger watching me in
all my naked glory was strangely arousing.
The longer the stranger watched me, the more convinced I became
that my initial fear of rape and torture would not be
forthcoming. Chances are that if that were the stranger's intent,
he wouldn't just be standing there, watching me struggle.
Unless…no. I refused to go there.
I was unprepared for the stinging slap on my ass cheek. I was
just as unprepared for the rise in my arousal at the sting.
Unconsciously, I raised my ass in the air, begging for more. When
none was forthcoming, I waited.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" A horse voice whispered in my
ear. "To get your ass spanked like the bad girl you are."
Strong hands grabbed both ass cheeks, spreading them almost
painfully, and lifting my hips higher into the air. "Look at that
ass." The whisper-soft voice groaned. "I'm going to fuck you
there and make you cum so hard you'll be begging me for more."
The words triggered a memory, one I had forgotten. I heard my
husbands voice in my head saying, "One day, I
will fuck you in the ass" which until this
moment had been taboo for me. It dawned on me then that the phone
call had been a set-up.
I groaned in excitement, realizing the truth of the situation. I
felt my pussy clench in response, and wiggled my totally exposed
ass. Fingers dug into my skin, spreading my cheeks even wider. I
jumped as a warm tongue touched my slick, swollen lips, following
the line to my clit. Lips clamped down, sucking strongly. I
almost came then and there, but forced myself to relax against
the face behind me. The second I relaxed, the mouth and hands
were gone, making me groan again.
For what felt like forever I waited, my breath somewhere between
my lungs and throat. I wiggled my ass again, as if in invitation.
I jumped when a pair of hands lifted my hips, sliding a pillow
beneath my stomach, making my pose more comfortable. Endless
seconds later, I felt something warm and sticky drip between my
ass cheeks. I clenched my ass as the warm fluid caressed my
sphincter and dripped lower, mingling with the wetness of my
Playing my part to the hilt, I started struggling again, trying
to shift away from the fluid that was still dripping, now onto my
thighs. A hand slapped down on my lower back, pushing me into the
bed. I had no choice but to stop my futile struggling, and wait
for what was to come next.
"You can pretend all you want that you don't want to be here.
Bound, blindfolded, and gagged. Your sweet pussy is telling me a
whole other story. Look how you clench your folds together, over
and over, as if to find release…or trying to keep me out." A soft
chuckle filled the room. "I will fuck that ass."
The statement confirmed my suspicions of the situation. I felt
residual fear slide away, and the excitement of the 'stranger
game' fill me. "But first…I want to fuck that pussy…watch my cock
slide in and out of those swollen lips."
I squirmed at the picture he was drawing with his words,
imagining the feel of his cock pounding into me, touching my womb
before withdrawing completely, only to do it again. And again.
So caught up in my fantasy, I didn't realize I was humping the
pillow, straining to feel something, anything against my
throbbing clit. I groaned as his fingers traced circles in the
sticky fluid on my thighs, slowly working his way closer to my
pussy. A tongue joined his fingers, licking his way up my thighs.
The first touch of his tongue on my lips almost made me scream,
but I clenched my teeth instead. He licked, then sucked his way
up one outer lip, completely bypassing my clit, and worked his
way down the other side. When he got to my anus, he traced the
outer edge with his tongue, then used fingers to spread me wide.
"Ummm. Does your husband do this to you?" His tongue flicked
out, licking the center of my hole. I jumped again, uncomfortable
and more than a little turned on at the feel. "I think not." He
flicked his tongue out again. "I have to give the guy some credit
though. He left it alone for me to be the first one to slide my
dick into that tight little hole. All tight and grasping." He
squeezed my cheeks and released his hold.
I could feel his hot breath on my ass as he started to play with
my pussy, slowly tracing the opening. He played like that for a
while, his fingers slick with my juices, never penetrating me or
touching my throbbing clit. I was on the verge of an orgasm
anyway when he pulled away. I could help but groan in
Damn the man and his teasing!
Without warning, I felt the head of his cock teasing opening,
then sliding down to press on my clit. I clenched in response,
tugging at my restraints.
"Fight me." He said in my ear, reminding me that we were indeed
playing a game.
I responded instantly, bucking my body and pulling on my bound
wrists and ankles. I heard him hiss, "Yesssss" through clenched
teeth. Sounds came from deep in my throat, as if I were trying to
beg, or demand, to be released.
I gasped as he filled me in one thrust, balls deep in my
saturated pussy. Still I fought, trying to twist and buck. He
grabbed my hips in a strong grip and forced my ass to tilt up
He started to move his hips, grinding his cock as deep into my
pussy as it would go, then pulled out until only the very tip was
still inside. He held the position for endless moments before
slamming home again. Only to do over and over until I thought I
would scream in frustration.
With each teasing withdrawal I tried to hold his cock inside,
squeezing my vaginal muscles. He groaned in pleasure, but
continued to tease and fuck me the way HE wanted.
I listened to the sounds we were making- of flesh slapping flesh,
and his labored breathing, which was getting faster and heavier
with each thrust.
I was caught by surprise when he reached around rubbed my clit
with a finger, pinching and rolling it while his thrusts
quickened and became more shallow. On the verge of orgasm myself,
I ground my clit against his fingers.
Without warning, he pulled out completely, only to rub his cock
up and down between my cheeks, with his hand splayed between my
legs to hold it in place. Slick from my juices, his cock slid
easily, until with another groan, he came. His cum shot all over
my ass and lower back, but still he played with my clit until I
began to shutter, and he withdrew from touching me completely. I
sobbed with my dissatisfaction, feeling incomplete while by body
felt like it was on fire.
Moments later, I felt something rough wipe across my skin,
cleaning the cum that slowly dripped down my heated flesh. Clean
now, I waited with anticipation for what he would do next.
I jumped when I felt fingers at the back of my neck, fiddling
with the cloth that gagged my mouth. As he pulled the cloth away,
I worked my jaw and swallowed, trying to summon some saliva back
onto my tongue. I still couldn't see, so I wasn't expecting the
feel of lips touching mine. When liquid slowly seeped into my
mouth from between his lips, I opened my mouth greedily, taking
what he was offering. Twice more he let me drink from his lips,
until I felt like my mouth was back to normal.
I could feel him position himself between the headboard and my
head, and smiled when he demanded, "Suck me."
I lifted myself on my elbows, which was as far as my bonds would
allow, and opened my mouth in invitation.
"Now that's a fuckable sight. Your mouth…that fuckable, luscious
mouth. You want to suck my cock, don't you? You want it fill your
mouth until it hits the back of your throat..." He grabbed a
handful of hair on the back of my head, pulling it back until my
throat arched painfully. "You want me to fuck your mouth, don't
you? Don't you?" He repeated when I didn't answer.
"God, yes!" I sighed, already feeling the sensations of his cock
sliding in and out of my mouth.
At that, he released his hold on my hair and I felt the flesh of
his half-mast cock touch my lips. Eagerly, I opened my mouth
wider, and hummed in my throat as he slid in, until I felt the
tickle of pubic hair on my cheeks and the flesh of his balls
hitting my chin. Situated how I was, I had no control over my
movements, and could only go along for the ride as he fucked my
mouth, slowly at first as his cock continued to grow in length
and hardness. I sucked as he pulled out, and opened my throat as
he slid in. Soon, he was fucking my mouth as if it were my pussy,
fast and furious.
He pulled out completely, utterly silent, and withdrew from the
bed. I turned my head to better hear the sounds he was making in
the room. There was a rustling and the sound of something being
opened. When I heard the pop of a lid, I squirmed. Was it
something else edible he was going to lick and suck off my flesh?
Was it lube?
Was he really going to-
My though was cut off as something soft, cold and wet touched my
swollen, sensitive lips. I couldn't help but wonder what it
was…and where he was going to put it.
Before long, I didn't care. He was rubbing it up and down my
lips, then pressing it against my virgin hole, only to start over
again. "Please," I whispered the over and over until I was
chanting it, even though I didn't know what it was I was begging
With each round, the pressure on my anus was harder, until I
realized that I secretly wished whatever it was in his hand was
inside of me.
"Please…" I begged, needing more, harder.
"Please what?" He asked, sounding smug, his voice thick with
"Please…I need to-"
"You need to what?"
When I didn't -couldn't- answer, I arched my back, raising my ass
For my effort I received a vicious spank, bring tears to my eyes
and a lump in my throat. It hurt so good.
"I can't hear you." He spanked me again, even harder. The
pleasure/pain effect had me ready to come. If only he would let
"Please, oh God please fuck me."
He leaned in until his mouth touched my ear. "Fuck you? Here?" He
slammed two fingers in my pussy, then withdrew. "Or here?" He
rimmed my other hole with a finger, pushing, pressing until the
tip slipped inside. I was shocked when I felt no pain, only
pleasure as his finger slid in as far as it could go.
I made a sound of pleasure, but couldn't bring myself to speak.
He withdrew his finger, and I felt a wave of disappointment.
Until the pressure of the soft, wet toy replaced his finger.
Slowly, he inserted the toy. I tried to hold still but I
couldn't. It took me a moment to realize the toy was gradually
getting larger, with indents between each increasing size. It
dawned on me that he was using anal beads, and the thought of my
husband…I mean the stranger…going into an adult store to buy a
toy for me took me higher than I ever thought possible.
Soon, the sensation of my ass stretching to accommodate the toy
made me feel full, and more turned on than I had ever been in my
life. When the insertion was complete, he spanked me again and
said, "That is for being the naughty, wicked woman you are." His
hand came down again, this time slapping my pussy. "I knew you
would love having your ass filled." Using his fingers, he slapped
at my lips and clit until I was begging, again.
"You think this feels good? The feel of my cock sliding in and
out of that tight hole is going to feel so much better."
I had a feeling he was right.
Slowly, torturously, he pulled the beads out. When I was empty
again, he inserted a finger, then two, stretching me more than
the beads did. I almost wept when I felt the head of his cock
against my pussy, then slowly sink in.
The feeling of his cock and fingers inside of me at the same time
was unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt so full, so
complete- yet still wanting. Wanting more. When he
inserted a third finger, my want rapidly turned to need. The need
to feel full to bursting, and to fall over the edge and into
He pumped his cock and fingers in tandem, bringing me ever closer
to my elusive orgasm. I gave as good as I got, grinding myself
against him, to feel him as deeply and as completely as I could.
Soon, his movements become sharper, and his breathing uneven. I
was in the same state, so close to coming my pussy clenched
rapidly, as if trying to milk him for every drop of cum he had.
I moaned when his cock and fingers slipped out,
feeling more empty than I was prepared for. I held my breath in
anticipation when I heard the pop of something open -again-, and
reveled in the butterflies that were dancing in my stomach at the
thought of what was to come. The drips of lube warmed instantly,
running slowly from my ass to my pussy, mingling with my already
drenched and swollen lips. With his fingers, he swirled the lube
around, then finger-fucked my ass until his digits slid in and
out as easily as his cock in my pussy.
Suddenly, his cock replaced his fingers, stretching
my anus to its limit. The pleasure/pain feeling of him slowly
sinking into my ass had me whimpering. When he was completely
inside, he spanked me, making me clench around him. He groaned at
the feel, and spanked me again, harder.
"You are so tight." He said between clenched teeth.
"The feel of you…God, the feel of that gorgeous ass clenching
around my cock…"
He started pumping, slowly at first. He grabbed my
hips, controlling the pace that had quickened, until our flesh
slapped together in perfect harmony.
"I'm going to cum…empty myself into your ass." He
said in a horse whisper. At the same time, he reached down
between my legs with one hand and pressed a palm against my clit.
At the contact I flew apart.
Dimly, I heard him growl low in his throat, and felt
his cock grow even harder inside me. I squeezed my inner muscles,
making his breath catch. His palm pressed harder on my clit, and
two fingers slipped into my pussy, the tips pressing against my
Even though I was still feeling the effects of my long awaited
orgasm, the pressure on my clit and g-spot made me cum again,
this time making me scream in pleasure. I smiled through my haze
of sensation as he ejaculated inside of me, just as he said he
Still inside of me, he kissed my neck then my shoulder, and
whispered in my ear, "That was definitely worth the wait." He
ground his hips against me again. "I don't care what you say- you
are my number one M.I.L.F."
Even after all we had just done, I blushed. Being anyone's number
one Mother I'd Like to Fuck was flattering and embarrassing, even
He was gentle as he slid out of me and released my bonds and
blindfold. As we lay there, still naked and panting, I thought
back over the night.
We had played out another fantasy, one we both shared. The next
time we do so, I resolved, it would be on my terms!