Strangers in the night…
“Beware, bitch, I’m going to send you someone who will show you how it is to be taken by a brutal stranger, used and abused against your will!” – I’ve heard this dreadful promise from my lover as a punishment. I couldn’t believe that it would ever happen. That night I went to bed very early. All of the sudden my husband woke me up with an obvious will to have sex. Lack of my readiness didn’t discourage him, quite the opposite, he insisted on anal. Being an obedient wife, I allowed him to ride on me, cum in my ass and then I could sleep again.
The next thing I remember was a cold hand covering my mouth to avoid any scream. It was not my husband. Who was it? It was not my lover who used to visit me sometimes in my bedroom without any prior notice. Oh no, should it be this stranger? Apparently yes, since everything was different, his body heavy and his voice unknown. He put a sack on my head and gagged me with my own nicely smelling underwear. I couldn’t see anything, nor protest. I was dead scared! Much more when he stripped off my pyjamas and closed my hands in a tight rope. At that moment I realized that someone else is in the room. I was hoping that’s my husband taking care of my safety. Quite fake one, to be honest – any sign of possible safety disappeared as soon as the game started….
I could not breathe through the material, but when I complained, he closed my mouth and nose with his hand, to demonstrate how it is to not be able to breathe. He did it in a very rough way, and kept it for few long seconds, that I nearly started questioning his intentions. I didn’t even try to escape, afraid that it would make him mad and he would harm me in a really bad way. I was silently moaning, begging to stop but not fighting.
Tying up my hands didn’t satisfy him, he decided to do the same with my legs, putting me in a nicely open position on all fours. He used an opportunity to check how open is my ass (I was so graceful that my husband lubricated my asshole beforehand!!!). Most likely the first view didn’t make him happy because he started fingering my little hole in a very painful way. I was begging for mercy, or to fuck it instead of opening up with hand – I can’t tell if this changed his mind or rather was it his urge to penetrate my tight hole, enough to say that the torture moved into assfucking instead of “caressing”. His attitude was far from gentle! He enjoyed the most painful process of going in and out of my ass. Then suddenly he thrusted into my soaking pussy, most probably by mistake but fully gagged I couldn’t protest. That was only a short moment, because soon he came back to his favorite hole. Few times he made a break for rough pussy fingering to make me squirt. He must have been pretty experienced with squirting! He made my liquids flowing in seconds! I thought this torture will never end! I was hoping that he would fuck me longer to keep the stimulation on the constant level to make him cum and leave. But that was not the case. He seemed to enjoy it far too much to finish quickly. Poor me…
At some point his assfucking was unbearable, I was crying and begging to stop, but then I felt some lovely vibrations on my pussy. In few seconds the immense orgasm shook all my body and the cock in my ass only intensified the pleasure. There was no place for pain anymore! I thought he came together at the same time, I hoped for the end of the torture. I couldn’t be more mistaken…
He released the bonds only to change the position and tie me up again. I was laying on my back in soaking wet bed from my abundant squirts. I could smell how far this squirt went. Naked and open, shamelessly exposing my neglected, hairy pussy, with a sack on my head which made me feel even more uncomfortable. Having free mouth I promised to keep my eyes closed, if he only removed this dangerous cover from my head. He decided to listen to my request, but didn’t trust me, so my eyes got covered by another, more comfortable blindfold. It all made me feel humiliated, dirty, scared, loosing any hope that it would ever end. I noticed him getting ready to fuck me again. “Not my pussy! Don’t fuck it, you can infect it!” So he didn’t, but my mouth has got a cock to clean up. I did it eagerly, without any hesitation. He must have loved my tongue, because his next move was to sit on my face for some nice rimming. What a humiliation! Whenever my tongue didn’t penetrate him deep enough, my pussy and nipples would get a lesson of motivation. That hurt so much! I was doing my best, while his punishment had nothing to do with my eagerness. I knew that no matter what I’m doing, my body would be crying from pain. I helplessly accepted the fact that I am someone’s fucktoy, stripped from any will, not allowed to have any feelings, having absolutely no rights. That was so humiliating! Degraded to the role of a fuckpig in my own bed, in front of my husband witnessing this whole scene and indubitably seeing my intense orgasms.
The tortures seemed to be never ending! His next invention was squeezing my tits with his big strong hand. When I opened my mouth showing the unbearably pain, he used it as an opportunity to humiliate me even more – he put his tongue in my mouth in the most deformed kiss ever. Kissing this disgusting hated fat man??? He mastered an art of breaking woman’s will to perfection. I knew that any resistance is useless. He knew how much I’m fighting to stop him, but it only gave him more motivation to continue. He didn’t stop when he broke me, he enjoyed extending the torture which seemed to last forever.
Suddenly he decided to release one of my hands to start caressing my pussy while he was fucking my mouth. With some hesitation I obediently followed his order, ashamed to play with myself in front of him, instead of fighting to finish this crazy ceremony. I didn’t come but he gave me his full load of sperm right on my face. I swallowed big part of it to make him happy. The end was close! – I thought. What a nonsense! He had still plenty of other ideas.
My hand got tied up again. The smell and feeling of a cold bed from previous squirts was unbearable. He was stretching my limits to maximum. Even more when he moved towards fingering my pussy again. My pussy was already tired but he was so good in it that I couldn’t stop myself from an immense orgasm which produced the most abundant shower ever! I could feel the drops all over my body and face. He got rid of any traces of my hesitation, my body was helpless, fully open for the highest and longest climax.
I was still laying down on the bed when I heard them leaving the room. It was cold. Finally the cruel visitor was gone. I should not be scared anymore. But I couldn’t. I was still afraid that this is not over. What if there is somebody else willing to take an advantage of defenseless girl? In my current position it would be better to not think, to not expect anything, to not have any hope for quick end.
When I hear the door opening I couldn’t tell what is going to happen. I was ready to take more. I was ready to cry from helplessness and humiliation.
That was my husband. His first thought was to indeed take an advantage and fuck this dirty, used slut. Instead we talked about this adventure when I realized, that actually tonight my biggest dream came true! No matter how horrible was this adventure, the afterthoughts are amazing. It made me so horny again! We had great, intense sex before we fell asleep tired and fully satisfied.