I grew up in a place not so far away and not all that long ago. But the way we lived life there was so much different, like a whole different world from where I am now. Maybe you know of such a place, maybe not.

I remember growing up in a large beautiful home. As a child, I was unaware of the debt that my family was in to live in such a fashion. The summer I turned sixteen the reality of my family’s situation became very clear to me. My father had borrowed money from a ‘loan officer’. From my understanding it was a very large sum of money. That summer the loan officer came to our home to discuss my father’s situation. He was given three choices: 1) Pay the balance that he owed, 2) Sell our home and all our belongings to the loan officer to settle the debt, and 3) He could sell a daughter to him.

Well of course he didn’t have the money to pay him with and to sell our home would mean that my parents and 5 siblings would live in the street. So with many tears from my mother, I was sold to the loan officer. I didn’t know then what awaited me, he seemed a polite man--what did I have to worry for.

The loan officer opened the door to his car and helped me in. He went around the car to sit beside me. As we pulled away, I started to cry and he cuddled me next to him as I cried on the shoulder. As gentle as he was how could he be anything but kind.

It seemed like we drove for hours. Finally we pulled into the drive of a house bigger than my own home. We pulled around back, there he gave me his hand as I stepped out of the car and took me to a doorway at the back of the house. We walked down a flight of stairs and entered a room. It was a nice sized room with couches and chairs all around, a place where the staff relaxed it looked like.

As I looked around me, I realized that there were only men in the room. When I turned back to the loan officer, the gentle smile had been replaced with a taunting grin.

“Hey guys,” he said loud enough to get everyone’s attention, “we have a fresh one here.”

“Looks like she hasn’t even had her cork popped yet,” said a large guy in the back.

“Why don’t you come over and check her then?” The loan officer replied as he grabbed my dress at my shoulders and ripped it from my body.

With one quick yank, I was standing in front of 12 or more grown men in just my bra and panties. I reached instinctively to cover myself. As soon as I did, a belt landed across my ass.

“No one said you could cover up. Now, take off the rest of your clothes or you can get another.”

As I held back the tears, I started to undo my bra and let it fall to my feet. Then I pushed my panties down to my ankles and rose to step out of them. By that time the large man from the back of the room was standing in front of me. As he reached for me, I stepped away. Promptly the belt landed across my rear end again.

“You will stand still unless told otherwise.”

I closed my eyes as his huge hands caressed my breasts.

“Yep boss, definitely a fresh one.” Then he reached lower. I started to tense, the thought of the belt made me stop and let his hand go where it wanted to. He spread me enough to slip a finger a bit inside me. With my eyes tightly closed I heard him say, “Yep, really fresh, this tart has never been popped.”

There were hoots and whistles from all over the room.

The loan officer just put his belt back on and started to leave the room. As he reached the door, he looked over his shoulder and said, “Train her right boys.” He stepped out and closed the door behind him.

The large man in front of me grinned and dropped his pants. His enlarged cock pointed right at me. I’m not sure if I was more amazed or frightened at that sight. I had never seen a man that way before and I was not sure what he intended to do.

He grabbed my hand and guided it to begin stroking himself. Then he pushed me down so I sat on my knees in front of him with his cock right in front of my face. “Suck it, little one. Suck it like a lollipop. And don’t bite it or I’ll send you flying across the room.”

The taste of him almost made me gag at first, but soon I was bobbing up and down on his shaft in a rhythm that was completely natural. I took him deeper and deeper inside me, the more I took the more I wanted. Soon he started to tense, “drink it all down, baby. Don’t miss a drop or I’ll have to spank you again.” Then he shot his load down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, I didn’t want another spanking, my ass still stung from the belt. “Good girl, you did a good job. Now you can please someone else.”

I was spun around to find another cock staring at me. I immediately took it in my mouth and started to work it like I had the first. This went on until I sucked off every cock in the room.

Then I was laid down on a blanket on the floor. “Rest a moment, little one. You still have a long night ahead of you.” I closed my eyes and napped, no longer concerned for my nakedness. I thought to myself that as ‘wrong’ as this may be it didn’t seem that bad.

After a short nap, I was roused by a man sucking on my breast. I started to bolt and saw a belt waved in front of me. I relaxed and let the man at my breast continue. He was joined by another man at my other breast. As the sensations started to flood my mind, I felt my legs being parted. As soon as I tightened my legs together, someone landed a hard smack across my thighs. I let them have access to my body. I soon felt another mouth upon my clit. I never knew I could feel this way. Every nerve was tingling. My mind drifted into another place that I never knew existed.

It was at that moment that the man sucking at my clit took two fingers and jabbed them harshly into my young pussy. The shock of the pain as he broke through the barrier of my virginity would have made me completely pull away if I weren’t being held down by several guys. I started to cry and yell at them to leave me alone, when someone placed a hand over my mouth. As soon as I started to quite down, they all rose away from me. I was covered with another blanket and left to dose off for a while.

The next time I awoke, I was being lifted to my feet. I was then led to the end of a couch. A man sat at the end of the couch, completely naked. “Come on little one, suck me off again.”

When I leaned over the arm of the couch to suck of the man sitting there, I felt someone move behind me. When I tried to lift my head to see what was going on, he grabbed my hair and pulled me back down on his cock. “Little one, just worry about the job in front of you. The rest will take care of itself.” As I began to continue sucking his cock, someone else began to enter my sore pussy. Slowly and deeply he started to stroke his cock in and out of my tight hole. As he did so, I tried my best to concentrate on the job at hand. When the cock in my mouth shot his load, the man who was fucking me from behind grabbed my hips and plunged as hard as he could a couple of times to spill his load inside me.

I thought they would let me go, but I was held over the arm of the couch as each and every man in the room got a chance to attack my pussy and asshole as they pleased. The whole time I quietly sobbed into the couch.

Several hours later, when every man in the room had had their fill of me, I was carried to another room. There I was placed on a bed wrapped in a blanket. I opened my eyes long enough to see several women around me. “It’s ok sweetie, it is all over for now. Just relax and we’ll clean you up. You’ll feel better after you sleep.” As there hands started to caress and clean my body, I drifted to sleep. When I woke in the morning, I did feel better, but still felt confused and used.

Later I would learn where this night had lead me to. I had become one of the loan officer’s prostitutes. I would earn for him every dime my father owed him, plus interest of course. Then I would be able to earn my freedom. It didn’t take me long to learn how to do my new job well, but my father’s debt had been quite large.

Here I am ten years later, finally free. Ten years of fucking and sucking whatever man I was told to. Dressing up and dressing down as I was told to. Now I stand here with only the clothes on my back and one skill in life-how to please a man. What do I do now? Do I get a chance to start my life over again? Or do I have to continue my ‘profession’ to survive in the streets of this town?

Time will tell where I end up…

I had looked forward to Wednesday for the whole week. My one day of the week that I don’t have to go to work or do anything more important than taking the garbage to the curb. From 7am to 4pm the house is mine and the kids are in school, I can do anything I choose to, even absolutely nothing!

This Wednesday started out just like any other. The kids had stayed at Grandma’s house and caught the bus from there; I didn’t even have to wake up early. As I lazed in bed feeling the sun through the window, I began to think of a few things that I should do around the house. Finally I roused myself from my bed and slipped on a soft skirt and silky tank top.

I started to pick up a few things in the living room when there was a knock at the door. Living as far out of town I didn’t usually get unexpected company. When I opened the door, I saw a man looking a little embarrassed, glancing at a map in his hand.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you help me with these directions?” he asked with a smile.

“Sure, where are you trying to get to?” I knew this area as well or better than most, so might as well help.

As I opened the door a little wider to look at his map, he reached out and pushed the door the rest of the way open. He pushed me back into the house as he stepped through the doorway.

“What is the meaning of this? You can’t just…”

“I can do whatever I like with you today.” he sounded too sure of himself.

As I stepped toward the phone, he caught my wrist and pulled me back to him. He twisted my arm just right to make me step toward him, so that my body was against the entire length of his.

“Obvious enough now what the meaning of this is?” I could feel myself blush as I felt him hardening through the fabric. “Anyone who answers the door wearing such a provocative outfit should be ready for this treatment.”

I had almost forgotten how I must look in the tank top without anything on underneath. Why didn’t I think about that before? “Just because…”

“I’ve had enough talk for now.” he told me as he pulled a ball gag from his pocket.

I tried to fight against him; he couldn’t possibly expect to put that in my mouth. He couldn’t possibly think he would get away with this. Surely no one could be this harsh. As I tried to pull away from him, he easily threw me to the floor.

As pain shocked my body, he said, “Go ahead, fight all you like, it only excites me more.” He tied my hands behind me, and then lifted me from the floor. He then led me back to the bedroom. I could hear his breath almost stop when he stepped into my room and took his first glance at my bedroom.

I had a king-sized, four-poster canopy bed with some simple sheer curtains hanging from it. “It looks like we can have lots of fun with this.” I didn’t know the extent of his meaning, but I already knew I didn’t like it.

He threw me onto the bed as he grabbed the waistband of my skirt. He had it off in one jerk as I fell forward.

“Oh, but how beautiful you are when you are angry. You are really starting to make me just take you now. But I want you to learn to enjoy it too.”

As I kicked toward him, he grabbed my ankle and proceeded to tie me to one of the post of the bed. Then calmly caught my other ankle and tied it to the other side. With my hands tied behind me, I was left sitting awkwardly on the bed. My nipples were only too obviously reacting to this treatment as anyone could see through my thin top.

“Oh, what beauty,” he said as he reached to stroke my nipple. Even through the fabric, his touch sent lightning bolts of heat through my body. He then tied a rope to each of my wrists. When he released the first rope on my wrists, he quickly pulled one rope up around another post and tied it. He then grabbed the bottom of my tank and pulled it up and off me and my free arm. It didn’t take him long to then tie my other arm to the bed.

Now I was laying there, spread-eagled and completely naked. Helpless. As I started to cry, he stepped out of the room, saying “I’ll be right back”. What was he doing now? How long would he be gone? Was he actually coming back? Or would he just leave me here? There were a million questions going through my head.

As much as I was scared, I was also starting to anticipate. I was starting to hope he’d return. My body had already shown its treachery by reacting to him and now I was starting to want him to continue. I wanted to feel him touch me, take control of me.

What seemed like an eternity, was actually only a few minutes. He did return as he said he would and he brought a big bag with him. What was he going to do next………….

When he returned to my room he carried a large duffle bag. What did he have in store for me? More questions flooded my brain, but all I could do was wait and see if they would be answered.

“Since you’ve already been so kind as to shave for me, I won’t have to do that. But I still need to get you ready for what I want to do to you.” He spoke the words as if he was talking to himself. He let his gaze wander slowly over my naked body, inspecting each of the knots in the rope he’d tied. Making sure that I was securely in tied in my naked spread-eagle.

Then he opened the bag and pulled out an object I had never personally seen before, but I could recognize. He laid what appeared to be a long enema tube on the bed between my spread legs. Then he took the bag from the end and left the room to fill it. When he returned, he attached the bag to one of the upper bars of the canopy. Then he glanced over my body again.

I felt more than naked, I wanted to kick and scream and wrap my body in the first blanket I grabbed. But every movement just let the ropes rub me a little more raw and every scream only came out as a little moan behind the ball gag.

“This just wont do, I need to move you a little.”

Then he reached into his bag and pulled out a little toy. It reminded me of a small metallic dildo, this couldn’t be too bad. He slipped the toy easily into my already wet pussy. How much I wanted to deny all of this, but wanted to enjoy it at the same time. Then he surprised me when he pinched my cunt lips together and clipped them that way. My sensitive lips had never been treated this way before and it did cause some discomfort, but did not really hurt.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing at the side of the bed with a new rope and a little item that looked like a remote for a car door lock. “This is to ensure that you behave yourself while I reposition you. Do you know what this is?” All the time he spoke a smirk of a smile had crept across his face.

I shook my head that I didn’t recognize the object.

He just smiled a little more and casually pushed the button . As soon as he pushed the button, I could feel the electric pulse from the item shoved deep in my pussy. It felt like grabbing the electric fence around the horse pasture on the farm, but only so much more intense because it was in such a sensitive spot.

“I see you felt that. Did you enjoy it?” I shook my head ‘no’, I did not like that little ‘toy.’ “Well, if you behave I won’t use it again. If you misbehave, for now, this will be your punishment. Every time I have to push this button, I will hold it longer and I can increase the power of the shock as well.” With the frightened look on my face, he knew he could loosen the ropes he needed to.

He retied me so that a ‘cuff’ was around each thigh and tied to the upper part of the canopy and my ankles were still tied to the posts-just not as tightly as before. So now, my knees were held up while I was still in a ‘spread-eagle’ position. “There that is much better. And you behaved quite nicely.” He said with a look of accomplishment.

Then he reattached the bag to the hose laying on the bed. I watched as he lubed the tip of the hose, then lowered it to my rear. I could feel his fingers press around my anus. I tried not to tighten up, for I was sure it would only make it worse. Then in one quick movement, he placed the end of the hose in my ass. I could feel more pressure pushing against the entrance of my ass. Then he pushed a ball inside me. I could feel another pushing against me and I was hoping he wasn’t going to try to shove more inside me. I could hardly stand the first.

I was wiggling and moaning for this treatment to stop. He leaned up over my belly and looked at me. “Don’t fret my darling, it will get better I promise you that.” he barely whispered the words. Then I noticed a rubber bulb in his hand, like the ones on a blood-pressure cuff at the doctor’s office. What could he possibly be doing with that?

As he started to squeeze the bulb in his hand, I could feel first the ball inside me grow. Then the one that hadn’t entered my grew until it was tight up against me. I wasn’t sure what this was for…yet. Almost like reading my mind, he smiled and said, “You wouldn’t want to make a mess everywhere would you now.” Then I realized, with the two balls on the hose, he could put as much in as he wanted and none would come out. How far would he go?

At that time, he started to let the water flow into my ass. He filled my ass with enough water to make me wish I could go relieve myself. It wasn’t too uncomfortable. Then he reached down and unclipped my pussy and pulled out his toy. I thought it was nice to have that threat removed. “I’m only taking this out so I can play a little. When I let you up, I will put it back in.”

He then started to probe my pussy with his fingers. “As much as you want to deny it, I can tell how this excites you.” If only he was lying, but my body gave me away. As he moved his fingers in and out of me, they lubed themselves in my juices. He worked my pussy expertly until I was only moments from an orgasm. Then he stopped abruptly, put his fingers in my face. “Lick them clean, now!”

I hesitated a moment and he opened the valve on the enema bag and filled me even fuller. He then stopped the water again and placed his fingers at my lips. I eagerly licked every speck of my fluids from his fingers. “That wasn’t that hard now, was it?” He then placed his electric toy back into my warm hole and clipped it shut again. I was ready to get up and relieve myself, so it was a comfort to have it placed back in my cunt.

But then, instead of loosing the ropes for me to get up, he turned the water flow back on. “You can take a little more than that. I’m not going to let you off that easy.” He filled me until I was sure I could hold no more. Then he clamped the hose shut. My body was cramping and aching, I needed relief now.

As I watched for him to reach for the ropes as he moved around the bed, I felt a little more depraved as he went by each one. Then he stepped back and removed his pants. When he stood back up, his cock was as rigid as could be. He then stepped onto the bed, straddled my body and lowered himself so that his cock was in my face. “Suck me off, bitch!” I looked at him with surprise as he reached down to remove my gag.

With all the agony in my gut, how could he expect me to suck him off. He put his cock to my lips. “Take me in or …” he said with a grin as he held up the remote. Knowing what would happen, I opened my lips to let him enter. As I started to move my mouth on his cock, he said, “And, you will drink every last drop I give you. Then I will let you have some relief.” As I worked my mouth on his cock , he reached back and pressed on my belly, increasing my agony. It didn’t take too long before he came. I had to swallow fast as he came to keep from spilling any. Finally, he was satisfied with the job preformed and rose from the bed.

He untied my hands and legs from the bed. Then he helped me to stand. I was glad for this kindness because my body acted like it didn’t want to raise itself. He led me to my bathroom. Then instead of letting me go he told me to get into the bathtub. When I stepped into the tub, he turned on a cold shower. As I started to shiver, he turned me toward him, and reached behind me. In a moment, he released the pressure of the balls holding all the fluid in and removed the whole thing from my ass. Promptly followed by everything inside me. There was no way to control or stop what was happening.

When finally the flow from my ass stopped, he just said, “I’ll wait right here while you clean up yourself and the mess you’ve made. And the shower will stay cold, I like the way you look cold. If you want to warm up, hurry.”

Even though I wanted to protest, wanted to just stand in a warm shower and relax. I knew his toy was still in place and he meant what he said. So I started to clean the tub and myself until both were completely clean to his expectations. All the time just hoping, hoping that when I was done, he would be satisfied and leave me to the rest of my day.

When he expected my work, he turned off the cold water and started to lead me back to the bedroom. “Now we can get started.”

Immediately my head was swimming with questions again. Started with what? How much more? How much longer? But most of all, what will happen next?

When we returned to the bedroom, I expected him to tie me back to the bed. Instead when I was still a few steps away, he shoved me at the bed. As I tried to stand, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed my face back to the bed. He then reached into the bag on the floor and pulled out a strap-on.

“You stay put there, you know the consequences if you don’t.” he said as he attached the strap-on so that its ‘cock’ sat above his already erect member. He started to lube both heads as he smiled at my naked kneeling body.

He moved behind me and slipped a finger in my asshole. “Yes nice and clean now, ready for fun.” He said it more to taunt me than anything else. Then his finger was quickly withdrawn and the strap-on was rammed completely inside me in a single stroke. As I gasped from the sudden impalement, I felt a strong shock deep within me. I almost came right then and there from the mixture of confusion, pain and pleasure. He stroked the strap-on in and out, lightly shocking my pussy every time he started to pull out.

After what seemed like an eternity of this abuse, he slowed his pounding on my ass. He then removed the clip on my pussy. He gently played with the toy. Pushing and pulling it in and out of my wet pussy. He set it aside and pulled me up against him. With me still impaled on his strap-on and his cock rubbing between my legs. He caressed my breasts. As my nipples started to harden even more than they already were. He slapped them, then he pulled at one nipple and placed a tight clamp on it. Pain surged through my body. He then repeated the process for the other one. With both nipples clamped tightly, I started to moan and cry out. He pushed my face back into the bed and spanked my ass as hard as he could. “Stop your crying, you can handle it.” He spanked me one more time, then started fucking my ass again.

After a few more moments, he again slowed his pace. Then he reached his fingers for my pussy. My pussy was dripping wet by this time, betraying myself to this stranger. He knew I wanted him, even if I denied it. He took his own cock in his hand and rubbed the slit in my cunt from front to back to the front again. As he started again, he plunged his cock inside my pussy. Now he had both dicks deep within me and was starting to both of them at once.

The pain in my nipples, the fullness of a cock in both my ass and pussy. All of this so new and exciting and painful and terrifying all at once. I didn’t know how much longer I could handle the ‘abuse’ at the hands of this stranger.

After I had cum several times, he pulled himself and the strap-on from my body. He tossed me up on the bed. The clamps on my nipples sending even more pain through my body as I landed on the bed. He didn’t stop tossing me around until he got me like he wanted me, the gentleness was gone. He finally had me on my back with one leg up high. Then he placed his fingers inside my sopping wet pussy. First two fingers, then a third, before long he was stroking all four fingers in and out of me.

Then he slowed his strokes. I just wanted him to hurry and let me cum. I felt like I was close to passing out and wanted to enjoy more. Then he took his hand away from my pussy for a moment. When he returned it, he slipped his hand in, pushing his fingers in and the pushing harder to get his thumb in. As I felt myself stretch further than I thought possible, he continued to push his way in. I’m sure I was yelling for him to stop, but he just pulled back a little and punched his arm harder at my pussy.

He balled his hand into a fist inside me and started punching my pussy. Driving his fist deep inside me. His hand was completely buried inside me. He was inside well past his wrist. I was screaming in pain at the same time as I was cumming with the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced. He pounded at me until I started to quiet into a little moan. Then he pulled his hand away from me. When he did, there was a sucking noise as my cunt let go of all the juices that his arm had trapped inside.

I could seem him smile as he pulled the strap-on off of himself and moved over me. He was going to fuck me now? My body was so exhausted I couldn’t even move or speak. I was helpless to stop him or even to try to. He easily slid his hard cock into my wet cunt. He fucked my as hard as he could. Our bodies noisily slapping together with each stroke. I felt him tense right before he shot his cum deep within me. I could feel his hot seed in my pussy. As he started to pull out, he reached up and pulled on the clamps on my nipples. As even more sensations of pain overtook me, the room began to spin.

I blinked a few more times and the room went black…….

When I woke, I found myself back in my tank and skirt. Laying peacefully on the bed under a blanket. I had been cleaned, dressed, and tucked after I passed out. Every toy and rope was gone. No trace of the intruder who had been in my room, except one thing.

He left a little note on my dresser. I opened it. It read, “You were great. Had even more fun than expected. Hope to see you again soon.” His initials were signed at the bottom. He was right, it had gone better than expected. Even though the details were planned, I had no idea what to expect. I had felt completely helpless and at his mercy. And I had had the best orgasms, in a long time. We would definitely have to arrange another meeting….soon.

For those of you who liked the last one, here is the next story...

The Drive Home

I work in town and live in the country, my way home takes me through about 10 miles of game preserve. I very often am on my way to or from work in the middle of the night. Several times a year I will find a car that has taken a corner too fast or has broke down. When I find these unfortunate souls stuck in the middle of nowhere, I usually will check it out and call for assistance. This story is about one such night.

On my way home from work, I came across a car parked in the middle of the road. It seems to be abandoned, so I approach to see if I can get it off the road. It is a little after midnight and I’m several miles from town on a small two lane road. My biggest fear at the moment is that someone will come around the corner too fast and hit this car before they realize it is there. If I get it off the road a little I can call the sheriff and let them deal with it from there.

As I approach the car, the hairs at the back of my neck start to stand on end. I know something is not right. I turn to go back to my car and call for help. That's when I realize I am surrounded by four guys. It seems to be that I have fallen for their trap. They make it very obvious what they want from me.

The man nearest me shows me a knife and says that if I don’t cooperate, that no one would ever find me. The only thing is, they didn’t realize how much this scenario really excited me.

As the second guy started to reach for me, I just smiled and stepped back. The first one started to speak, but I just told him that if he put the knife away we could all enjoy this.

You could tell that this was nothing like he expected this to go. As he stood there dumbfounded I stepped toward the second guy and slowly reached his cock and began to rub him as I gave him a kiss. In an instant it was obvious that he agreed with my actions. So I whispered in his ear that if his friends follow us in their car, we can get off the main road and have some fun. Without worrying about anyone finding us.

After a little convincing, we moved a little way down the road to a side road. Then I took a blanket out of my trunk and spread it on the ground.

Soon, the man I was rubbing earlier is stripped and on the blanket. I straddle his hard cock and start to ride him. The man who had the knife is soon stripped and positioning himself to enter my ass. As the two of them start to pound away at my body, the other two have their cocks in my face for me to stroke and suck. It feels so good to be filled so well by my 'attackers'. The crisp night air only seems to heighten my senses to this pleasurable experience.

After all four have cum, one went to the car they had been driving and got a few things. While he was doing this the other three had kept me occupied. By the time he returned, I found myself on my back on the blanket. The first man, who seemed to be their leader, whispered to me that all would be ok because I have been so cooperative, but that they have a little more they want to do.

I smiled at him and played along.

They pounded four stakes into the ground at the corners of the blanket and tied my hands and feet to them. Next they took jumper cables and clamped them to my tits. As they went along they would occasionally yank on the cables to send waves of pain through my tits.

Next, I saw them put a condom on a tire iron. Then they started fucking me with the tire iron. When they finished fucking my pussy with the tire iron, they stuck it up my ass and let it sit there.

My pussy was dripping from the orgasms I'd had so far. One of the men had put on an exam glove and was starting to finger fuck me. I thought it was nice to have such a gentle action after a harsh pounding. But as his finger went in and out, soon he was using two, then three fingers. Before long he had all four fingers slipping in and out of my pussy. Then he paused for just a moment before he pushed his entire fist into my pussy. The flood of pain was soon replaced by an even stronger feeling of pleasure as he fist fucked me and his friends yanked on the jumper cables.

When I could hardly go any longer, they took off the jumper cables and he pulled his fist out. As I lay there trembling, from the waves of orgasms and the sudden lack of stimulation, the four of them stood around me and jerked their loads onto my face and body.

They pulled up the stakes and untied me, put their stuff in their car. When they saw me start to get up, they drove off.

As the sun began to rise, I dressed and continued my drive home. There were no goodbyes, no friendly caresses; we just went on our separate ways.


Sometimes when I drive home, I think about that night and wonder if it really happened or if it was just a really good dream. And, if ever it will happen again....

Here's a story for everyone:

The Silent Kiss

At the end of the day, I was getting ready to close up the office. It was just a little past midnight, fairly normal for summertime. I was thinking about going downtown for a drink before heading home, no one would miss me there until morning.

Just as I was shutting down the computer system, I heard the front door shut. I thought to myself, lucky driver made it over to use the restrooms before I left. Otherwise he or she would have had to go back to the other building. So I took out the trash and clocked out waiting for whomever it was to do their business and leave.

I hadn’t heard any movement in the foyer and began to think that whomever it was had left while I was out back dumping the trashcan. So I started to lock up the building and shut off some lights. When I got to the foyer, I noticed that the men’s room light was still on and the door was shut. I tapped lightly on the door and let the person inside know that it was time to lock up. There was no answer. I was beginning to wonder who had come in. Were they alright? Was there something wrong with the person on the other side of the door or had he just not heard me?

I decided to knock again, a little louder this time. “Is anyone in there? It is time to lock up; if you don’t answer I’ll lock you in.” I said, not quite shouting. I wanted them to know I’d be locking the door behind me. Still no answer. But then I heard some movement behind the door and knew someone was still there.

I decided to take my bag out to the car, maybe he’d be done by then. As I reached the top step, there is only three, the restroom door opened. I turned to joke the driver about almost being locked in. But when I turned, I realized two things: this wasn’t one of MY drivers, and second, he was very much naked.

In the moment it took the shock to pass, he was right beside me. He hooked my arm with his hand. I let my bag fall right next to the door, which I noticed had already been locked. That is when the questions flooded my mind. Who was this man? Did I know him from somewhere? Did he choose this place because of me? Did he know me or did I just happen to be the person who was there when he was? What was he planning on doing?

As I started to ask him one of the questions, he just put a finger to my lips and shook his head. It felt strange; every part of my mind told me to fight, to get away. But for some reason, I was calm and curious, almost wanting this man to touch me, kiss me, use me.

The man who stood next to me was a little taller than me; he had a strong build and smelled of sweat and cologne. He had a trimmed beard and moustache and short hair. He was handsome, even if he wasn’t a 20-something model. But there was something in his eyes. Demanding, yet almost begging.

He lead me back down the stairway to the small foyer. He then pressed me up against the soda machine. His face was only inches from mine, but he did not reach for a kiss or whisper a single word. Even though his naked body was up against the full length of my body, he did not press harder against me. He did not reach out to touch any part of me. I was wearing a tank top and a long skirt, but could still feel his body against mine. I was confused, so far he had done nothing to take advantage of me. He was only holding me in his presence. He hadn’t said a word or allowed me to say one.

I started to again ask a question, I wanted to know what he wanted with me. When my lips parted, he put his finger to them again to shush me. Then he only said one word, “Please?” The way he whispered it--partly like a question, partly like a statement. Like a little kid begging for something they think you won’t give them. Why was he so in control and still so unsure? Did he want my consent to hold the silence between us? Or did he want more? He had my curiosity.

I closed my eyes and nodded a slow ‘yes’. As I looked back at his eyes, I could see a twinkle that wasn’t there before. A smile crossed his lips, playful and happy. I had no idea what lay in store for me, but I wanted to find out.

As I relaxed my body against his, he finally reached his hands for my waist and kissed me. It was a long, slow kiss. He kissed me gently, then flicked his tongue between my lips as I opened them slightly. His tongue began to explore my mouth as my own began to explore his. There was a gentleness to his kiss. Like the long awaited kiss from a lover who had been gone for too long. Patient and passionate, not taking anything that wasn’t given, but taking all that was offered.

He took his mouth away from mine. Just long enough for his hands to lift my tank over my head. As the shirt hit the floor, I pulled him towards me. He smiled playfully before he continued his kiss. This time while his tongue danced with mine, I could feel his hands moving to the back of my bra. I pushed closer to him, away from the machine I was against, so his hands could find the hooks easier. I let my hands move up and down his back. Since he was already undressed, there was no need for me to pull his clothes off the way he was working at mine.

As my bra landed on the floor next to my top, he pulled away to look at me. As he looked at me, I reached for the clasp of my waistband. He stepped back a step to let me unhook the waistband of my skirt. Then I let it fall to the floor. Then I pushed my panties down to join it. He took a moment to view me in my full splendor. From my very erect nipples to the nicely trimmed patch at my crotch. While he looked at me, I watched as his body reacted to the view. His cock was fully erect.

Before he could step towards me, I stepped to him. I let him feel my body against his while I gave him a quick peck of a kiss. With my foot, I gathered my clothes to one pile. Then without a word, I knelt on my clothes in front of him. I could hear him gasp as I put my hand around his cock. I gently began to stroke his cock with my hand as I leaned forward to kiss the tip of his cock. Then I looked up at him, to see his reaction. He smiled gently, nodded and grabbed a handful of my long hair.

I could hear his breath quicken and an occasional soft moan as I continued to suck and stroke his cock. As my mouth worked up and down on his hard shaft, his hands became more and more entangled in my hair. I would gently slow my pace until I could hear him almost hold his breath. Then I would take him as far in my mouth as I could fit. As my lips would come near his base, he would pull on my hair, causing me to want him to take me even more so. As I began to increase my pace again, kept expecting him to stop me, to take control of me. For now he was just enjoying the service being performed for him.

The next time I started to teasingly slow my pace, instead of feeling him tense in expectation, he brushed my face with his hands. When I looked up at his face, he had a devilish grin. Then he wrapped his hands in my hair and began his own pace. Thrusting his cock as far as he could into my mouth, nearly causing me to gag on each stroke. He continued to increase his pace and the force of his thrusts, until he tensed a moment and began to shoot stream after stream of cum deep into my mouth. I had to swallow quickly to keep up with the flow he was delivering. He did not begin to let me off his cock until he was sure I had sucked down every last drop. Then he released my hair and backed up to look at me.

He smiled as I licked the last of his cum from my lips. It was obvious from the look on my face that I enjoyed it as much as he had. He reached his hand out for mine in a gentlemanly gesture to help me to my feet. I accepted his help and stood up. When I stood, he circled his hand around my waist and pressed my naked body to his. As I turned my face up to kiss him, he stepped back and twirled me around so my back was against his chest. Then he walked me into the lady’s room beside us and shut the door.

At first I thought he wanted to go into the restroom, so no one would know we were there, but we had left our clothes all over the foyer floor. Our presence would be obvious to anyone who looked into the front window.

As he shut the door behind us, he released his hold on me. When I turned to face him, his hands went to my waist and lifted me to the bathroom counter. As he stepped back from me, I again saw that devilish twinkle in his expression and realized what he planned to do. As he saw my expression relax, he gently pushed my knees aside and lowered himself between my legs.

He began by gently blowing on my moist cunt. When I reached for his face, he brushed my hands aside. So I held my legs up a little higher, giving him an improved view. He looked up for a moment and grinned. As his eyes locked with mine, I felt a finger slip inside me. As I started to moan, his other hand covered my mouth, just for a moment. He began to stroke his finger inside my cunt, slowing pulling completely out of me and then going in up to his knuckle. As I began to relax and enjoy this movement, one finger became two. After a little longer, two became three and he increased his pace. He steadily continued stroking even though I was beginning to squirm and rock to the beat of his stroking.

When I began to moan, he placed his lips to my clit and began to alternately suck and nibble at it. Doing so sent me through waves of pleasure. As I began to tense with the nearing of an orgasm, he pulled away. No touch, no breath, no stimuli at all to push me over the brink. When I reached down to finish it myself, he slapped my hand away. When I looked at him, he just shook a slow ‘no’ to me. A few seconds seemed like an eternity as I sat there waiting, wanting to have my release.

As I started to relax, my body realizing that it would not get what it wanted, he rubbed his fingers across my wet pussy and pressed against my asshole. At the same time, he put his other hand against my wet cunt and pinched my clit hard between his fingers. As I gasped from the shock of that action, he pushed his finger into my ass. He held me like this for a moment then began stroking his finger in and out of my asshole. Then he started stroking the fingers of his other hand in my cunt. I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of my body. The sensations of the stroking in both my holes was almost enough to make me cum in just a few strokes. So when he leaned down and sucked my clit into his mouth, I could hold back no longer. I reached my hands for his head and let out a loud moan as I gushed my juices all over his fingers.

As I came, he continued his strokes in my cunt. He moved away from me slightly, still stoking my pussy. He slowly stood up. When he was on his feet, he moved his fingers from my soaked cunt. The lack of contact was only momentary as he soon placed his hard cock where his fingers had just been. He buried his cock completely in my pussy and held there. He scooted me to the edge of the counter. He then raised my legs, making me lean back onto the counter more. He held my legs so that my feet were on his shoulders. He then started fucking my pussy. Slow at first, ever increasing the pace and force.

The deep penetrating strokes felt so good that I felt myself nearing another orgasm. As I came close to cumming again, he pulled out and pulled me to my feet. I just wanted him to fuck me, finger me, something, I wanted to cum. He turned me around so I faced away from him. Then he put one hand at my hip and the other in on my shoulder. He bent me over and put the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I tried to back onto his cock and he slapped my ass cheek. The sting both hurt and felt good. I still wanted to back onto his cock and have him ride me to his finish, but didn’t really want to be spanked again.

When I held still, he slid his cock one full stoke into my pussy and out. Then pressed the tip of his cock to my asshole and entered. He held for a moment for me to relax, then began a steady, slow stroke in and out of my ass. When I started to press against him with each stroke, he slapped my ass again. Then he increased his pace a little and began to spank me every couple of strokes. When I again began to press against him and moan in pleasure with each strike of his hand on my ass, he grabbed hard to my hips and began to fuck my ass as fast as he could pound it.

I was dizzy with the combination of pain and pleasure. I wanted him to stop and I wanted him to go faster at the same time. As my mind began to shatter into hundreds of sparks and fireworks, I felt him tense and heard his deep moan as he shot his full load up my ass.

When the moment had passed, he collected me in his arms and turned me to face him. He held me lovingly in his arms as he kissed me deeply and affectionately. He than sat me on the counter again and left the room. He quickly returned. He had already slipped his pants and shoes on and had his shirt and my clothing in his arms. He also had a small towel. He dampened the towel and lovingly cleaned my body and started to help me dress. When we were both dressed he gently smoothed my hair a little gave me a big hug and another kiss.

As he went through the door to leave, he turned back to me and said, “Thank you, I had a great time.” Then he turned and left without another word. I turned off the restroom lights and started to climb the stairs to the door. I paused for a moment to pick up my bag and locked the front door. I took one last look at the small area of my office building, there was no physical trace of anything that had just happened. Knowing that no one else would ever know, I shut the door behind me and went to my car. As I started up my car and got ready to pull out, I wondered if I would ever again be met by this stranger on my way out from work. Or maybe somewhere else. Did he know anything about me besides where I worked (and that I enjoyed sex)? There were still some questions in my head, but for the time I was content. I headed home. Ready to enjoy a nice, warm shower and a soft pillow. And hopefully some steamy dreams of tonight’s wonderful, silent kiss.

  Fantasy or truth......???