Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 03

"OK, OK, I can do this." I mutter to myself as I towel off from my bath. "That little bastard is NOT going to get to me." I bend over and shake my wet hair, running my fingers through it, applying the smoothing coconut pomade in. I stand up quickly, water droplets spraying my mirror, and I make a fierce face. "No one fucks with Ginger."

I put on extra dark eye makeup, my gaze is smoldering and startling. I pull on black fishnet hose and black knee-high boots. My black leather skirt shows a lot of thigh. My red soft angora-wool sweater is clinging to my waist, but loose around my chest. The neckline is loose, but not revealing.

If someone just tugged down a little it would reveal my plump breasts bursting out of my sheer red brassiere. I know this is a very sexy outfit, but I am sick of trying to "ward off" Søren. This is my aggressive outfit. I am not afraid of my sexuality, and I will have him at my mercy today!

As class begins I scan the rows and he isn't here! I admit it, I am disappointed. My outfit has not gone unnoticed by the other young men. When class is over, a shy young man named Mikkel approaches me.

 "Miss Ginger, I am having trouble with pronouncing the English words. Do you have any time today to help me?"

"Why certainly, Mikkel, it would be my pleasure. I was just about to grab a coffee, can we work on it at the cafe?" I smile warmly at him, he is rather cute. He blushes a bit and agrees.

I am having trouble walking in my high-heeled boots and Mikkel grabs onto my hips to stop me from falling when I stumble on the rough cobblestone sidewalk. His hands linger and squeeze me. I look up into his warm brown eyes and oh my the way he is looking at me leaves no doubt as to what he is thinking.

Mikkel pulls me close, and I don't stop him. Running his hands up my hips and around to the small of my back he leans down and oh my god he is going to kiss me! We are in broad daylight but I don't care, I tilt my chin up and part my lips, not saying a word.

My lids are half open and I feel a warmth spreading through my body. One hand brushes my disheveled hair out of my face. "Miss Ginger, did you know that in our country, a dark-haired woman is very.. how do you say it..exotic?" He is running his right hand through my tresses, his left is moving down, oh geez, he is cupping my ass right here in the street.

I feel Mikkel stiffen suddenly and he stands up straight, releasing me. I sway forward, wanting to feel his hands on me. He looks pale and nervous, and will not meet my gaze. He is looking over my shoulder behind me.

I regain my balance and peek over my shoulder. No. NO it can't be but YES it is Søren. His arms are crossed and his jaw set hard. He is not pleased.

"Mikkel, isn't there somewhere you have to be?" Søren says.

Mikkel looks grateful he is being dismissed and scuttles away.

I glare at Søren, "What the hell was that? Who do you think you are?"

Søren gets up close to me and I am getting weak in the knees taking in his huge hard-muscled body as he towers above me. He smells so good and those icy blue eyes are dilated, I can see his nostrils slightly flare, he is trying to maintain control of his rage.

He grips my upper arm and pulls me along behind him. I struggle to catch up, it is precarious walking for me. He practically drags me to a small park across the street and sits down on a bench. He pulls me down on his lap and swings my legs up on the bench beside him. Squealing, I try to get up, but Søren is having none of that.

"Miss Ginger," his voice is low and menacing, "is this what happens when I don't come to class for one day? You are letting some guy put his hands on your ass and offering up your slutty red lips for a kiss?"

My eyes pop open in shock, and I reach up to slap him. Of course he catches my wrist before I can make contact. He grips my hand and turns it towards me, pushing my fingertips into my mouth. "Suck them, Ginger, show me how you suck, american tøs."

Søren just called me an American slut!

"Fuck you, Søren!" I scream and squirm madly to get off of him, but he is quite strong and holds me down easily. Laughing, he turns me so my back is facing him. My skirt is riding up my ass and now I can feel a distinct hardness pushing against me.

He reaches in front of me and spreads my thighs open and cups my sex, gripping it hard. He tears a hole in my fishnets and forces his way in. Grinding the palm of his hand into my clit hard, I gasp and choke, "Stop it, you're fucking crazy, get your hands off of me, ohhh god stop it, that is too much pressure on my..clit..stopppp!"


But he won't, if anything he does it harder. "Miss Ginger," Søren growls into my ear, "I don't care if it is too much pressure, I will touch you the way I want to. If you don't like it, too bad. But it will be to your benefit if you learn to like it."

To my chagrin, my pussy is reacting favorably, and my tiny black panties are now pulled up tightly between my swollen lips. He yanks on the thin material, and I can feel it cutting into my clit and up the crack of my ass. He is pulling it back and forth across my clit and the material is painfully sawing across my sensitive tiny pink asshole.

I am trying to catch my breath, but the pain is blooming into pleasure and my head is spinning, this can't be happening!

Søren pinches my pussy lips together, trapping my panties inside. He pulls and plays with my lips while grinding his hard-on into my ass. Looking down at myself, my legs splayed open, his muscled forearm, covered in blond blond hair, flexing as he assaults my pussy, my torn pantyhose, my shaven pussy turning darker pink under his ministrations, this is so obscene.

And so exciting.

He pushes me out of his lap, and with one hard slap to my ass, he pulls my skirt down. I reach down to pull my panties loose, but Søren says, "Mmm no, I didn't give you permission to do that." Standing behind me he wends one hand into my thick hair and pulls my face back. He licks my lips once, sideways, like my mouth was a pussy.

I am dizzy and can barely stand. That was so hot! I am aching for more, but I act outraged instead. He steadies me and says, "I don't want to hear it, your opinions do not matter. Now I am walking you home, right now. If you stay out in public dressed like that, you will get raped."

"And what was that you just did to me?" I shout. He doesn't answer, and I know it is futile to ask. I let him walk me home, for some reason he leads the way. I guess it wouldn't be too hard to find my address, Søren is majoring in computer security systems, after all.

I half-fear, half-hope that he will come inside and stay. I am so turned on and so frightened at the same time.

He makes sure I am safely inside before he leaves, "One day soon, you will tigge mig om at kneppe dig."

The door closes, I pull the deadbolt and enjoy the loud click it makes. "Beg him to fuck me? Of all the nerve!!"

Pulling off my clothes I change into a silky red nightgown and curl up on my couch with a cup of coffee. My fingers trail down and caress my swollen lips, ohhh they are wet. What the hell just happened?

One strap of my gown falls off my shoulder, and I stare at the creamy white flesh, my dark tan lines still evident. I imagine his lips on the top of my breast, burning into me.

My nipples are standing at attention, as if questioning me. Is there more?

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 02

It is Tuesday. I am wearing a much more conservative outfit. Slim black skirt that falls below my knees, charcoal grey stockings. Heels, but only 3" high. These Danish men are tall, and I am only 5' 5", so I will not be wearing flats! I am wearing my black bustier, hoping to contain my 38HH breasts. It makes my waist smaller but somehow I feel more secure, as if I am wearing armor to ward off my "problem student", Søren.

I comb out my long dark thick wavy hair that falls to the middle of my back. I must stick out in this land of tall, blond blue-eyed people. I carefully apply smudged eyeshadow, staring at my eyes. They can be described as topaz; a mix of green, brown and gold flecks. I like wearing dark eye makeup, I like to project power and intimidate my students. Especially that snotty one.

It is still dark out, and I rifle through my closet, where is that high-necked blouse? Ahhh here it is, I don it quickly, and head out the door.

I arrive and take a deep breath before I enter the classroom. The conversation dies down, and I begin class, making sure not to make eye contact with Søren. I will show him that yesterday meant nothing to me, and I am in control.

I call on each student, and make them come up to the SmartBoard and conjugate the basic verbs. I am dreading calling up Søren, but if I don't it will be too obvious. At last it is his turn, I call his name without looking up. I wait and wait and wait.

Finally, Mr. Wonderful saunters up the aisle and stops, turning sideways facing me. He leans in close, and places one muscular thigh between my legs. I gasp as his chest pushes against my tits. This is no accident. I can't step backwards or I will fall onto my desk. Søren pauses too long, smiling, but there is no warmth behind his smile.

Without thinking, I squeeze my thighs together and push forward so I am rubbing my pussy on top of his leg. He whispers so the class cannot hear, "Miss Ginger, are you always this horny in public? Meet me outside after class so we may discuss your behavior." Søren removes his thigh slowly as my face reddens.

I shudder as Søren passes by and takes his place at the board. I assume he will fail at his task, but surprisingly he sails through his work, not making a single error. He is wearing a tight black t-shirt mmm mmm he looks good, I am enjoying watching his triceps flex while he writes. And look at that sweet ass in his jeans, damn he is hot.

Meet him outside? I feel like a student who is in trouble with the principal. Being alone with him is definitely not a good idea, I frantically come up with ways I can sneak out without him seeing me.

Søren's back is broad and strong, tapering to a lean waist. I gaze at his white-blond hair, and the way it curls at the nape of his neck. He is so close I can smell him, a mix of heady male scent and some kind of sexy cologne. I should be stepping aside, giving him room to write, but I find I cannot move.

"Miss Ginger, Miss Ginger? Do you desire me to do anything else for you while I am up here?" I snap out of my reverie and look up, my mouth parted a little. Søren is so tall, 6' 3" I would guess. He is staring at my chest again. I furrow my brow and look down.

Oh my god. I picked the wrong blouse. It is high-necked, but I picked the one that goes with a fancy outfit, the one that is almost completely sheer! He can see I am wearing a bustier! My generous cleavage is easily visible, and the thin silver chain I wear has disappeared into it.

"I can't help but admire your necklace, Miss Ginger. What kind of amulet is that attached to it?" Søren knows damn well that amulet is buried between my warm mounds of womanly flesh.

I blush a deep red and ignore his question. "That will be all, Søren. You may be seated."

Søren squeezes past me, this time his back facing me. How tempting it is to reach out and grip that firm ass, I wonder how it would feel if he were on top of me, fucking my brains out? Oh Jesus I can't be thinking like this! The heat coming off of his body is making me swoon.

Søren passes by, and I am left short of breath.

Class ends and I dawdle at my desk, dreading the inevitable. Why do I give him the power to make me feel like a truculent child? The room is empty and I go out into the hall, no one is there. I breathe a sigh of relief and head towards the exit. As I pass the stairwell the door opens.

"Come here, Miss Ginger." Søren's ice-eyes paralyze me, and I silently step through the door. His hands grip the back of my head, and his lips come down on mine, hard at first. Then he draws away, his kisses turn tender and light. He squeezes my ass and puts his thigh between my legs again.

Søren laughs, "It seems as though you need to grind your hot cunt against something. What kind of example are you setting for your students? Acting like a bitch in heat right in front of everyone?"

I struggle to get away but he twists me around. "Hold on to the railing, now!"

I am scared but excited, his command echoes in the dimly lit stairwell. I place my hands on the cold metal railing and wait. Søren's hands run up the back of my thighs, scratching me. He lifts my skirt up over my hips and hooks his thumbs in my stockings, pulling them down, ever so slowly.

"Ohhhh, Søren, I can't help myself, I have always been a prisoner of my sexual desires. Please leave me alone, I don't like how you see right through me into my mind."

"Miss Ginger, spread your legs." As soon as I do, he slaps my bare pussy, which is already wet. His hand makes an obscene, wet sound.

"OH! Søren, that hurts! Stop, please don't humiliate me more!"

I can hear his breath coming fast as he slaps my hot cunt over and over, pausing to run three long fingers through my lips. Søren circles my clit, and I hang my head over the railing in shame.

Søren rams all three fingers into me suddenly, and finger-fucks me fast and hard. I hold on to the railing tight and push back on his hand, coating him with my hot slippery juices. He wraps his forearm around the front of my hips and fingers me hard, lifting me up off the floor.

Choking back sobs, I undulate my hips as tears run down my face. "Søren, stop it, what if someone sees us?"

"Miss Ginger, I do as I please. No one will get in my way, I assure you."

He abruptly withdraws his fingers, slaps my aching cunt twice, and pulls my skirt down.

I hear the door open and with that, Søren is gone.

Another day that didn't go my way.

Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Part 03

I was still reeling from shock at the way I had hungrily sucked down his hot cum. I heard the crank, and I was being lowered. He took my hands off from the chain and lowered me onto my back. I could still feel the carrot up my ass, and he pushed on it. I sucked in my breath.. "You are insane. Please, just let me go, I haven't seen your face, I don't even know what road I am on so I can't tell the police where I am."

He laughed and said, "Tell me your name."

I remained silent, and heard him walk away. He came back and read aloud, "Ginger! That is a naughty-sounding name, perfect for you." Goddammit, he had my wallet!

I felt his hands stroking the tops of my tits, which were bulging over the tight corset. He stroked softly, scratching over my long pink nipples. Up under my arms, down my elbows and inner wrists. I writhed and ached at his caresses. I felt soft lips surrounded by rough stubble suck at my skin, scratching lightly, just enough to drive me crazy.

He growled, "Open your knees, my naughty little Ginger. Daddy has a surprise for you.."

Without thinking my knees dropped to the side, giving him a full view of my swollen wet cunt. I desperately needed to cum, and that fucking bastard knew it! My hips were undulating, and I felt a big thick finger dip into my blazing hot pussy. "Ginger, oh my oh fuck yes what a tight hole you have. Let me see if you like this!" With that he curled his finger inside me and found my g-spot. None of my boyfriends seemed to be aware of it's existence, so I was overjoyed. He thrust a second finger in, and placing his thumb on my clit, he held me like a bowling ball.

He rocked me back and forth, g-spot then clit, getting into a rhythm. The sensations were shooting through my body, I begged him, "Stop it, stop it, get out of my pussy or I'll, I'll..ohhhhh godddddddd!" He was sucking my hard little clit, clamped in his mouth, scraping his teeth on me. I was out of my mind with lust, I couldn't think of anything but him using my pussy.

The pressure was too hard on my clit, too hard, yet oh my god fuck no fuck yes I was "I am cummmmming you sick motherfucking bastard!!" And away I went, bucking and fucking his stiff fingers, creaming my hot pussy juice all over his hand and into his mouth. As I was cumming he was humming into my clit and I thought I was going to die from this orgasm.

I lay there in a daze, my breasts heaving. He kissed me softly, and sucked at my neck. "Mmmm, yes my little girl cums right on cue, I know how to press your buttons." He pushes his fingers in my mouth, I have always loved to taste my own sweet cum.

He loosens the bindings around my waist that are forcing the carrot in my ass, and yanks it out harshly. I feel something very cold replace it, but it is bigger, much bigger. He pushes it in, stretching my ass, I can hear him breathing heavily, muttering, "That's it baby, open up your sweet little ass for me."

I tense up and scoot my hips away from his probing, twisting them and flipping over. This proves to be a mistake.

"Smack!" he hits my round ass, and rams it up all the way! "Ginger, cucumbers are good for the complexion, although this won't be helping in that way."

He fastens my harness back onto my hips, effectively trapping the cuke deep in my ass. Holy shit, I didn't think I could take this, but as I wiggle around I catch myself undulating my hips and sticking my ass up in the air at him. I feel his fingers find my wetness, and slide it all around my pink puffy clit.

"Oh, god, Ginger, you are a sight to behold! I am capturing this moment for posterity." Click, click I hear his iPhone doing just that. My blindfold is pulled off abruptly, and as I blink at the brightness, the flash blinds me before I can get a good look at him.

His hands grip my hips and I feel his thick cockhead explore my wet slit. He pulls my arms behind me up my back, and holds them tightly so I can't move, my face forced down into the mattress.

He slaps my clit over and over until I am moaning... "Ginger, what do you want me to do? Do you need Daddy's cock? Hmmmm, speak up!" I am so conflicted, but my hungry cunt wins and I shamelessly push backwards. I scream, "pleasssssse fuck me fuck me fill me pound me rape me take me just put your cock in and use meeeee!!!!" 

He inserts the thick head and fucks me with short shallow strokes, pausing, then spearing me full-on. He pulls out and starts the shallow strokes, rubbing my gspot again, then he reaches under me and pinches my clit, HARD, between his knuckles. I am unprepared and I can feel my pussy cream on his dick and tighten up. With my ass filled and my wet pussy filled, time stops and all I can do is moan and writhe and push and whimper. He lets go of my arms and buries one hand in my dark mane and yanks my head back, the other hand on my hip. He is grunting and yes, laughing, as he goes all the way in my tight cunt, pulls out almost all the way, in deep, over and over.

"Look at your hot body, built for fucking, built for my pleasure, built for my cock to cum in!" He is fucking me without mercy, my big tits are shaking underneath me, he is swelling up, and his speed increases. Reaching under me he pinches my huge pink nipples and rides me, fucking me into oblivion. "Oh, yeah, my little cumslut Ginger do you like me destroying your cunt?"

I am unable to answer as I am cumming and cumming and creaming and squeezing his fat dick and screaming as he lets loose and fills my sweet pink pussy with his hot thick cum.

Exhausted, he pulls out of me with a popping noise and lays down next to me. I dreamily open my lust-glazed eyes and am met with a pair of ice-blue eyes fringed with blond lashes. I reach out and run my fingers through shoulder-length wavy blond hair. "Why are you letting me see your face?" I whisper. "Ginger, I want to see you again, and I am taking a chance that you will let me." He is unfastening my harness, and removes the cucumber. He unties my corset and carries me to his enormous bath. I am dazed and not a little bit sore.

He fills the tub and lowers me in. Leaning over me, he washes me gently and kisses my lips softly every few minutes, speaking in hushed tones. "I will make sure you get home safely, my lovely. You are free to go, I will let you follow my car to the main road."

Sleepy yet disappointed, I allow him to coddle me. I am having trouble speaking for some reason. He drains the tub and towels me off, wrapping me in a big red robe. "I would prefer you spend the night in my arms, but I will understand if I have frightened you to death. You are still a rather naughty girl for barging in here, but I think you have been punished sufficiently...for the time being."

I stumble along behind him as he walks into the living room. I look up into his eyes, oh he has no idea how attractive he is to me. Tentatively I walk towards him and place one hand flat on his chest. With the other I slide my fingers in between my warm soft thighs, dip into my warm pussy, and tug on my still-swollen lips. I bring my hand up and coat my puffy nipple with my juice. I pick up my full breast and suck my nipple into my mouth, silently staring at him the whole time.

His eyes widen, and he takes my hand and leads me to bed.

Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Part 02

I squeezed my thigh muscles together, trying to quell my pussy spasms, to no avail. He laughed and rubbed my creamy cum up to my tiny virgin ass. I twitched in surprise. "Oh, I see you've never been touched here..what a shame. We will have to do something about that."

He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me up on my knees. I could feel my wet dress clinging to me, and I knew he could see the shadows of my areolae, which had changed to dark pink. My nipples were hard as diamonds. "Ohhh babe, these are some fabulous tits you have. They are now MY tits, I will do as I please with them. Are you aching for my touch, you hot little cock tease?"

I whimpered, and felt the blush creep up my neck into my face. I elicited a soft moan and swayed a little. He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on a soft rug of some sort. I felt a coolness on my ankles...oh my god it was a knife!

RRRippppp went my ankle bonds, as well as my wrists. I rubbed them to get my circulation back. I could hear a chain rattling, and some kind of crank.  Against my will, I could feel my cunt getting wetter, I was hooked on this danger, but I wasn't about to let him know that.

Peppermint..I could smell him near my face. A soft tongue traced my lips, I clamped them shut and jerked my head away...but I fucking wanted him.

He kissed my jaw, up to just below my ear, then pulled my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled. "My little girl, you are special.. we are going to enjoy each other for a long time."

He pulled me up on my feet, led me a few steps. He took my wrists and lifted them high, my huge tits were jutting out, dress bunched up showing the bottom of my ass. I heard the chain..he bound my wrists again..a cranking sound and I was lifted high enough that it was hard to balance.

"You are one sick bastard! You have this sort of contraption installed in your house?" I was shocked and indignant, but curious... He growled in my ear, "I have all sorts of things in my abode, I can't believe how silly you are to have let yourself into the home of a stranger. I am a lucky man, and I will make the most of it." I felt a thrill run through me, I had no control over this.

"Now, about that sexy ass of yours..this is the first step, don't fret, vegetables are healthy for you, like this carrot, hehehe." I felt something cold and slippery slathered on my asshole, and a hard cold.. omg he is shoving a carrot up my ass!

I struggle and twist and kick out, trying to dislodge it. He slaps the sides of my tits, left right left right. I howl in pain and stop kicking. I feel straps around my hips, he is buckling something onto my hips and it's covering my ass, shoving that carrot up so there is no hope of getting it out. My wet cunt is exposed, I can feel the air on it.

If only I could see him..

"We will stretch you out a bit, for my pleasure." I hear the crank, and I am lowered to my knees. I hear a zipper... oh godddd nooo. His hot bulbous cock.. he wipes it all over my full lips, leaving his sweet pre-cum on me. I unconsciously lick it, it's good, it's been too long since I have had my mouth stuffed with cock.

"Let's get this out of the way..." He tears my silk dress off right down the middle, leaving it hang around my shapely hips. I hear him suck in his breath. "Your tits are perfect, I know you tease men with them. How often do you wear low cut tops, bending over to showcase your cleavage? You need to be punished." I feel and smell leather, binding around my torso. He is putting some kind of corset on me, pulling the laces so tight I can barely breathe. He roughly pulls my tits out the top, my nipples protruding.

"This is a test, if you are a good little girl, and suck Daddy's cock, I will not hurt you. Now open up that pretty little mouth of yours. I want to see your red lipstick smeared on my big thick dick. Suck it, bitch, suck me good!"

I knew I should resist, but the truth is I wanted to gag on that cock! I have always loved sucking a hard dick. I opened my mouth and tongued his head and all around the rim. I blew my breath on him and was rewarded with a moan. I turned my face sideways and keeping my teeth together, I rubbed my lips up and down the sensitve ridge, sucking softly down, then hard on the way up. His hands entwined in my thick curling hair and he groaned, "that's a good little girl, only sluts like to do that you know."

I smiled and went down lower, sucking each ball into my mouth, massaging him with my hot tongue. He stroked my neck, and scratched it lightly. He slipped off my blindfold, but I was so entranced with his cock I didn't look up. He was thick but not too long, his silky skin and hardness was intoxicating. One hand closed around my breast and squeezed. I moaned while my mouth was full which seemed to excite him more. He pulled away, and with one hand on each side of my head, pushed his swollen dick in my mouth about 4 inches. I opened wider to accommodate him, and another few inches went in. "Make sure you don't do anything stupid, my little cocksucking whore."

My lips stretched wide, I was panicking that I wouldn't be able to breathe, and sure enough, he hit the back of my mouth, pushing pushing pushing. I knew he wanted to feel it shoving down my throat. I tried to relax, but I gagged and my throat muscles spasmed, squeezing him hard. He then let out a strange animalistic groan and began to face fuck my poor lips, stretched to their limits.

I saw stars and wondered when I was going to pass out, it seemed imminent. His balls slapping my chin, he was relentless. Saliva dripped out my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he was pulling my hair and I couldn't move. I could feel my tits shaking from the force of his thrusts. No man had ever invaded me like this.

He changed pace and pulled out almost all the way, keeping one hand tangled in my hair, he slapped my nipples with the other. My thighs were shaking, and my ass was gripping that carrot. My thighs were getting slippery, how embarrassing! I took a deep breath, and my vision came back into focus. My arms above me were straining at their bonds, I was in disbelief this was happening. He shoved his dick in my pink waiting mouth over and over, and with a deep bellow he thrust his hips forward and pulsed his cum down my abused throat...

"Swallow that girlie, I know you want to."

I could feel his hot cum bubbling and choking me, but I complied and swallowed. I do so love the taste of cum..it is my reward. My tits were stinging and tingling from his slaps, but I wanted.. more.

Trespassing Can Be Dangerous Part 01

"What the hell am I doing out here?" I ask myself as I peer through the black night, rain pounding at my windshield. The sky is lit up periodically with lightning, providing my only clue as to my surroundings. Even with the wipers going full tilt, it is hopeless. "I am going to have to pull over, dammit. I am never going to make it to this art opening!"

I am disappointed, I was so looking forward to purchasing another Renaissance oil for my collection. And, I thought to myself, it's a shame I have to waste this amazingly sexy outfit I put together.

Looking down at my short white silk dress, I am aroused by the sight of my taut tanned thighs, covered only by sheer white stockings halfway up. "Mmmm, I am so glad I bought this white lace garter belt." When I stand up, the hem of my dress barely grazes the top of my stockings, just giving a little peek of what's underneath as I walk.

The top of my dress is not tight, but I noticed that when I walk, my full breasts sway gently. My french lace brassiere is sheer enough that you can see the shadow of my areolae. The slight friction of the silk keeps my nipples a bit erect, but discreetly so.

The only light visible is at a house about 100 feet off the road. "Well, it's probably not a good idea to do this, but it's my only option right now." I make my way up the rocky driveway, wobbling on my high heeled sandals. Soaked to the skin, my long dark hair clinging to my neck, I knock on the door, praying someone is home.

I don't hear a reply so I turn the knob and push the door open. It creaks loudly and I call out, "Anyone home? I am sorry to intrude but I really need some help!" I walk into a nicely furnished home, lots of chocolate-brown leather furniture and heavy rugs, glass tables. "Hmm, a man must live here."

I walk into the middle of the living room and pause to take in my surroundings. It smells very pleasant, and strongly of pine wood and leather. I hear swift footsteps and before I can turn around a strong male hand clamps over my mouth. The other one encircles my hips and lifts me right up off the ground. An extremely low voice growls in my left ear, "Who do you think you are, trespassing into my home uninvited?"

I scream beneath his hand but he won't let go, and carries me effortlessly across the room. I strain my neck to see who he is, but he grips my jaw and forces my eyes straight ahead. We enter a dimly lit room, and as my eyes adjust to the light I can make out an enormous four-poster oak bed. There are dozens of candles lit, and heavy red velvet drapes cover the large windows.

"Oh my, you are a pretty little thing..and why are you dressed like this, you look very enticing. No wedding ring, either? Isn't is a bit risky to be going out alone dressed like this?" I kick backwards with all my might, aiming for his balls, but he has anticipated this. He easily dodges me and flips me around and throws me face down on the bed, straddling me quickly so I cannot see him.

He reaches behind and strokes the back of my thighs. "I like your stockings, especially the seams up the back. You take good care of your body, your legs are lovely and firm. I hope that you are flexible as well, for your sake."  I wiggle my hips trying to throw him off, and he pinches my round ass. Next I feel a silken cloth being fitted over my eyes and bound tightly. The panic has risen in my throat and I am beginning to realize how helpless I am.

He roughly pulls my arms behind my back and leans close to my face. I can smell his cologne and also a slight whiff of peppermint. I whisper, "Who are you? Why won't you let me go?" He is silent, and pulls my earlobe into his mouth, growling. The low frequency of his voice sends shivers all over my body, and I can feel myself blushing. A deep masculine voice is something I cannot resist.

He sits up but keeps a steady pressure on my wrists, which are down at the small of my back. He is silent for several minutes, and I am panting. He grazes his fingers up my thighs and ass, maddeningly slow. "Now don't move...my little pet." Quickly I feel silk bindings on my ankles, he is tying them together. Oh, I kick and scream and then Whack! he smacks me hard on my ass! I shut my mouth, trying not to scream, but tears spring to my eyes..

After they are tied he does my wrists. Then he slips two pillows under my hips. My ass is up in the air, my head forced down on the bed, my thighs tightly together.

I hear the hum of a vibrator, and he uses it to push my dress up over my waist. I am exposed, this is so humiliating! He runs it all over my cheeks and thighs, pausing, oh so close to.. he tears off my tiny lace thong.. exposing my bare pussy.

"Mmmm, look at that fine sweet pink pussy. I bet you are aching to get fucked. Why are your lips getting so puffy? Do you like what I am doing?" I cry out in fear and wiggle as hard as I can against my bindings. SMACK! his hand comes down again. "Ohhh!!! Stop that!" I howl.

The worst part is I can feel myself getting turned on. It has been a long time since I have had sex, and my last boyfriend just fumbled around alot, not having the confidence to really satisfy me. He continues to spank me, but not as hard, and I feel the vibrator kick up a notch as he slides it in my wet slit. His one hand spreads my cheeks, and he works that vibrator up and down, stopping on my already sensitive and swollen clit.

"Ohhh my Goddddd!" I moan. It feels so good, and I had no idea how erotic it would be to have my thighs forced together. "Oh, you are a little slut, aren't you? You enjoy having a stranger in between your thighs?" Squeezing my cheeks hard, he spanks my ass some more, continuing to run the vibrator up and down my slit. I can feel my juices flow and I grimace in anger and humiliation that my body is betraying me. On and on he spanks me, but the stinging is strangely turning to pleasure. I feel my body go limp and my jaw loosen. "I am loving this.."

He withdraws the vibrator and I feel my pussy clenching at its absence. He inserts one, then two fingers, sliding easily into my drenched cunt. He fingers me furiously, I am gasping and whimpering at how fast he is invading my hot little hole. He turns the vibrator back on and rests it on my clit, continuing to finger me. I am writhing in ecstasy, and I can feel my orgasm building quickly.

"That's it, my little slut, come for your Master..." He pushes his thumb against my ass and that sends me over the edge, my pussy is clamping down hard and I am bucking my hips in my orgasm.

"Oh what a sight you are, you sexy bitch. Your beautiful ass and smooth thighs, shaking for me..oh yes now it's my turn."