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She Had A Naughty Fantasy
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She Had A Naughty Fantasy I have had an FriendFinder-x account for quite awhile. Many years, but I have only met a couple of people from this site. This is not a great place to meet people, by the way. I just find it a good source for alternative reading and entertainment. I think people in this forum are looking for something very specific, in most instances, which makes people-pairing very difficult. Unlike, say, Tinder, Match or Ok Cupid where people are more open to a simple “date.” So minding my own business one day, reading profiles and blogs and I get a message from a female member. She was 40’sh with a mom-bod, mom-face and a mom-schedule. She told me she liked my profile and my no nonsense attitude. Thought I might be a good candidate for a special kind of date that had been burning in her mind for awhile. I asked what that was, to which she replied, “I want to be taken by force.” (Side note: that's not exactly what she said. It was more graphic than that but apparently the "R" word is restricted here so I had to revise some things.) I wasn’t too surprised. I’ve known several ladies who have expressed such fantasies in one form or another. But this woman was really serious about it. She had a very specific scenario in mind. In fact, she cut our conversation short because she didn’t want us to get “too friendly.” I hadn’t even committed to anything yet but she wanted us to have minimal interaction to preserve anonymity and remain as close to strangers as possible. Now, normally, I would have told this broad to hit the road with all of her rules and bizarre guidelines but she had my curiosity captive. I didn’t pursue it but I hung in there to see where this was going. About a week later she hits me up. Asks if in or if out. I tell her to hang on to her panties and slow the fuck down. I explained that interested but asked what assurances I have that she’s not some nutbag that’s gonna go to the police right after.” Because, yeah, I had been thinking about it... but I also thought about how sideways the whole thing could go. She said she would write me a detailed email that would explain that this is her sexual fantasy prior to meeting and that would provide sufficient cover for our meeting. So... I said ok. Another week went by before she contacted me again. She gave me a few dates that were ideal for our meet from which I could choose... and outlined how she wanted things to transpire. She said that she would be wearing clothes that she didn’t care about, should they be torn. She said that she would be carrying a leash and calling out his name, as if looking for her lost dog. I would make contact with her, make up a ruse to lure her inside... and then take control of her and do as I pleased. She said that she wanted it to be as authentic as possible and that she would put up a fight and resist. Told me I should do whatever necessary to gain control of her. Her only request was that I “try” (her word, not mine) not to leave any marks on her face, like a black eye or fat lip. I told her that I would oblige. So I got a motel room. Yeah, I know, I know. Not the ideal setting but there was no way I was bringing this shit home to my place. So I get a room, give her the address and wait. I sort of had an idea of how things would pan out. How I would grab her, restrain her, dominate her. I replayed the various scenarios in my head while I laid on the bed watching TV. She had given me a fairly large window of when she would be by, as she was juggling three and their schedules. And then I heard a faint voice in the distance, “Charlieeeee.” I sprang over to the window and peered out from behind closed curtains. She had just entered the motor court area of the motel from the street, calling out “Charlieeeee.” She had a retractable leash in her hand with empty poop bags dangling from the handle and looked the part of a lost dog<b> owner. </font></b>I had only seen a couple of pictures of her. She was average build and average looking. She was wearing raggedy jeans with a white button up dress shirt and flip flops. Her makeup and hair looked like they had been done up especially for the occasion. A geriatric couple getting out of their car stopped to talk with her. She shielded the sun with her hand while she stood talking with them for a minute. I didn’t like the idea of dragging other bystanders into this shit, but, too, her quest for authenticity actually had an effect on me because I now found myself in the mindset of a real bad guy. I became concerned about the appearance of abduction. How would I get her into my room without someone calling the cops? She and the couple parted ways. The couple headed towards the office and my date headed away from my room and towards the ice and vending machines at the other end of the building. I saw a guy standing on the walkway of the second floor across the parking lot, smoking a cigarette. I thought about the irony of her encountering the wrong person and actually getting getting what she wanted. There’s just weird folks at motels. But luckily he went back inside and I heard “Charlie” coming near. I opened my door and popped my head out to see down the corridor, “are you looking for a dog?”, I asked. She strode firmly in my direction and said yes. I pointed inside my room, “I found him out here in the planter. Didn’t see anyone around.” She approached the last few feet cautiously, sizing me up. She stood outside the door and carefully craned her head in to look. “Where?” she asked. And called out, “Charlie?” The look on her face seriously fucked me up. There was a look of genuine concern. That god awful feeling of losing a pet was clearly on her face and I started to wonder again about irony. I mean, what if the one who gets really fucked by grabbing the wrong woman? But then clarity prevailed. There’s no fucking way this isn’t the chick. The hair was lighter than in her pics... but it had to be her. How many people have you ever seen walking around looking for their lost dog... much less at a motel under the exact circumstances that should be happening? “He must have gone into the bathroom“, I said, and moved in that direction. But she continued to stand at the door threshold with trepidation. I stood in front of the bathroom door and pointed. “This has to be your dog. You can come in and get him.” “Charlie?” She called out. Still standing at the door. I was getting a little pissed off by the extended act because with each second that passed with her at the door, the more attention it would draw to anyone watching. I walked back to her and reached for the leash. “If you’re not going to come in, then give me the leash.” I snatched the leash from her and walked back to the bathroom, “C’mon, Charlie. Come here, boy.” I shouted blindly from the bathroom, “Does he bite?” I heard a more muffled voice when she replied, as if she had moved inside, “No, he’s friendly.” I popped my head out and saw that she had stepped inside, but just barely. I figured this might be as good as it gets so I walked back over to her with the leash and told her she should probably leash him up herself. She hesitated in taking the leash from me but took it and made a beeline for the bathroom. “Charlie?” I closed the door and rushed in behind her. When she reached the empty bathroom she turned back in my direction right as I was on top of her. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and used my weight and strength to drive her down to the floor. She wasn’t expecting that level of force. Her face was first to hit the floor and with minimal time to throw her arms out to protect herself. One of her knees was tucked under her, preventing her from being proned out on the floor but my 225 pound body was on top of her with a firm grip on the back of her neck. She was trying to yell and speak but I kept her face smashed against the carpet to minimize the sound. “Shut the fuck up bitch or I’ll knock the shit out of you.” Right then she drove her elbow back into my ribs with all her might. Pain shot through my chest like I had been nailed by a baseball that took my breath away. It was becoming clear that she wasn’t joking about the authenticity of her fantasy. She reached back with her left hand and grabbed my left forearm and buried her nails into my skin. I could tell they were drawing blood. Meanwhile, she was trying to turn her head under the grip of my right hand to try to bite me. I had never considered the possibility that I myself would walk away from this encounter with blemishes and injuries but she was committed to a very realistic scenario. I decided in that moment that I was going to have to fuck her up a little in order to gain compliance. I kicked my legs out from under me to allow my full weight to crunch her into the floor while I repositioned my hands. I delivered a couple of punches to her body and yanked her head back by the hair so hard that I heard roots tearing like fabric. Her hand shot up to grab my wrist to prevent more yanking. We fought and wrestled on the floor for 10 fucking minutes. I was exhausted and she still had her clothes on. Finally I got her in a choke hold from behind. I reached around the front of her shirt and grabbed it by the part. I yanked it open in one forceful motion and the buttons all popped off at once. I could see some blood spots on the front of her shirt from her nose hitting the floor, and her bare tits were now dangling and exposed. I forcefully grabbed one and kneaded it roughly in my hand. “Calm down bitch and just go with it.“ She reached up to bury her nails in me again but I applied more choke on her with my left arm until she relented. I pinched her nipples hard and smacked both of her tits around while I built my strength back to continue. I reached down to unbutton her jeans but she grabbed my hand and tried to crush it. I choked her harder and panted exhaustively into her ear, “You fucking bitch. I‘ll choke the shit out of you if you don‘t relax.” I got her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped but she was sitting on the floor between my legs with me wrapped around her like a boa constrictor. I took my free hand and shoved it into the back of her jeans to try to scoop them off from behind. Her pussy was saturated and her slick crotch was easier for me to slide my hand in deeper. I could feel the wet opening of her pussy with the tips of my fingers but before I could insert one she started bucking and squirming again. I applied more choke with my left arm while I drove my right hand further into her jeans. She kept inching forward to get away from my probing fingers but made her asshole more vulnerable in doing so. They were soaked and lubed so I drove a whole finger into her asshole. She shot up upon penetration and came down to find a second finger sliding into her asshole beside the first. I had a pretty good grasp on her now, using my legs to pin her legs to the floor, a firm arm bar over her throat with my left arm... and my right hand driving my fingers deeper and deeper into her ass. I was a little surprised to feel shit inside her asshole. I would have thought that she would have taken all precautionary measures before arriving to her fantasy date ... but it was too late now. It was what it was. It was clear that she wasn’t going to stop fighting. If I was going to consummate the date I needed to restrain her. I saw the leash on the floor a few feet away... but it may as well have been a mile away. There was no way to get to it without releasing her in some way. I decided that the pants needed to come off to make forward progress. I withdrew my fingers from her asshole and grabbed the rear waistband of her jeans and choked her while yanking at the jeans in one fluid motion. The pungent odor of shit rose up from between us. I got her jeans lowered enough to expose her ass and pussy but she kept her knees locked together to prevent further passage of her pants. I gave up trying and reached back to flop my rock hard cock out of the pant leg of my basketball shorts. She knew my cock was out and started flailing her arms again, attempting to land elbows and trying to draw blood from any exposed skin that her nails could find. She was able to get out from under my arm choke hold and lunge towards open floor but my legs were wrapped over hers and all that she accomplished was moving her upper body from the left to the right. I grabbed her by the throat with my shit hand and took my cock in my left and steered it towards her holes. She was squirming and bucking and I used that to gain ground until my cock was close enough for insertion. I reapplied my choke hold with my right arm and started aiming my cock for a hole. It found its way into her ass crack and down to her messy asshole which provided sufficient lube to sink into her ass. I buried the whole cock with one forceful thrust. She tried to squirm her way off but I held her down firmly until I got a better choke on her. Only when I took her breath away was I able to actually fuck her ass for a bit before her faculties would return along with her struggle. This went on for awhile before my balls swelled to the point of needing release. I told her I was going to cum in her ass but that the party wasn’t over. I hadn’t jerked off for a week in preparation for this date so I was good for a least 2 rounds. I had her throat hinged in the nape of my arm while we laid on our sides so I could fuck her ass from behind. Whatever turds were in there had been pulverized to liquid and I could feel, smell and hear what a mess it had become... and then I buried my shaft as deep as it would go and started shooting heavily in her asshole. She squeezed her knees together and tightened the grip on my cock with her asshole and said she was cumming. Her body shook and convulsed and for the first time during this whole episode she pushed her ass back further on my cock and wiggled side to side to get every bit out of her orgasm. “ not finished with you,” I told her. I wasn’t up for anymore fighting so I took the leash and tied her up while she was still placid. She wanted to clean up but I couldn't afford to let her mind wonder and decide on a new course of action. I got her completely naked and bound. My stiff cock never went away. I grabbed my phone and called a buddy who I knew was with another friend golfing in Montebello. I asked him if they were finished. He said yes... that they were in the club house having drinks. He asked how my date went. I told him it was still going on, had her tied up and naked and that they should swing by for a poke. He laughed and said that it sounded interesting but that they couldn’t make it. “Sounds good,” I said. “I’ll see you guys in 30-40 minutes.” She panicked. “What’s going on? Someone is coming over here? Who?” I wanted to see how big of a this broad was. Was this just a one off fantasy... or was she a full fledged ? I dragged her bound body to the edge of the bed and slid my cock into her pussy. There was shit everywhere but my nose had become acclimated to the smell. I pounded her pussy while she pressed me further for information. “Who’s coming over here? How many? What’s going to happen? I have to pick my up!” She looked so vulnerable tied up, disheveled with a shit mark on her cheek from being smacked. “We’re gonna take turns fucking every hole you have, bitch.” “I can’t today,” she said. “Maybe Friday. I have to pick my up soon.” And there it was. That’s what I wanted to hear. She was a full blown . Not only did she have a fantasy like this... but she wanted a train run on her too. I jackhammered her crotch to where the words coming out of her mouth sounded like she was sitting on an unbalanced washing machine. Howowowow Soonoonoonoon Willillillill Theyeyeyey Bebebbe Hererererere?" "Soon. They'll be here soon," I said. "Six of them." Her eyes lit up with suspense and she bucked harder on my cock, mashing her clit against my pelvis." gonna cum," she shouted. And started convulsing again on my cock. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, stood on the bed over her and jacked off. "And this is how all of us are going to finish." I shot a huge load all over her shit marked face. Ropes of jizz landed heavily on her face. It even made a slap sound when it landed. She started flicking her clit at mach 10 speed as her next cum wave came to the surface. "Oh my god, Oh my god, cumming again, cumming again." She squirted this time, saturating the bed with a huge puddle. She got in the shower and I left without saying goodbye. You know, for authenticity’s sake. She called me a couple days later and thanked me for a great time. She wanted pictures and more details about my friends. I told her that window had passed. We never spoke again. The end. |
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