Sexy Robber Fantasy
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Posted:Oct 12, 2009 7:03 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2015 6:20 am
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Getting home late from work, I walk into my apartment, and as I head into the kitchen, I feel a hand steal around my mouth and a pinpoint of cold metal on my neck. I involuntarily scream, but the hand muffles the sound. "Be quiet, and I won't hurt you." My heart pounding in triple time, I turn my head to catch of glimpse of a tall, dark stranger dressed in black.” Will you be quiet?" he asks, as I realize that the metal I felt against my neck is a gun. Unable to take my eyes from it, I nod, and he takes his hand from my mouth.
"Who are you?" I whisper, and he answers, "What does it look like? I came to rob your place, but to tell you the truth, you don't have a hell of a lot here." As I turn fully around to face him, I see his eyes take me in appreciatively. "But maybe it’s not a total loss. Where's the bedroom?" I freeze, unable to answer. He jabs the gun into my neck again, but fear & shock have completely stolen my ability to think, speak or struggle. He grabs me by the hair and half walks; half drags me down the hall until he finds the bedroom. He pushes me in, shuts the door, and with the gun trained on me, orders me to take my clothes off. Again, all I can do is stare at the gun...until he cocks it. This galvanizes me into action, and I unbutton my sweater with shaking fingers until it drops to the floor. "Hmmmm.....black lace bra. Nice. You must like to fuck. You can keep that on. Now the pants." I reluctantly unbutton my pants and slide them off, until I am standing there in only my bra & black lace thong. "Now lay on the bed,” he orders. In a shaking voice, I beg him not to do this, that I have a boyfriend that I love very much. "Lady, I don't give a fuck about that. I'm going to fuck you, and there's nothing you can do about it. Now lay down." Looking into his implacable eyes, I realize there is nothing that I can say that is going to reach him--I've got to act. I've got to figure out a way to get that gun away from him. While I’m thinking, he growls menacingly "NOW!" I hastily lay myself face down on the bed.
He lies down beside me, with the gun in his left hand, still pressed against my neck, while, incongruously, his right hand gently but firmly massages my neck and my shoulders. "Hmmm.... you're tense." he whispers. I laugh bitterly--I only have a madman with a gun on me, why should I be tense? "Relax,” he whispers... " I AM going to fuck you, so you might as well enjoy it. Why don't you close your eyes and imagine it's your boyfriend?" The minute he says that, I realize it does kind of feel like when you massage my neck--except when you do it, there's not a gun to my neck. . Just as I think this, he starts kissing my neck with slow, sensuous lips, and with his surprising gentleness, some of my immediate fear diminishes. For a while, he does nothing but stroke me and kiss my neck, until my heart rate slows down and my muscles relax a bit. He feels this, and soon, his hand leaves my shoulders and starts exploring my body, my back, my hips, my stomach, in slow, lazy strokes. I feel him deftly unhook my bra, and slide it off my body, "Please don't" I beg, but he ignores me, and softly caresses my breasts, carefully avoiding my sensitive nipples. As he continues to gently caress me, I realize that I want him to touch my nipples. I can't believe that I am actually wanting this robber, this common criminal, to touch me! God, I'm a slut. Finally, he reaches my nipples, and I have to hold myself back from moaning as his tender, expert manipulation makes my nipples stand up hard and erect. "Please don't,” I beg feebly again, but this time, he can hear the quavery, breathy sound to my voice, and he knows it’s not fear that is causing it
"Turn over" he orders, but I bury my face in the pillow and refuse. He jabs the gun in my neck, and my fear returns, but this time, it is mixed with sexual excitement, and even seems to add to it. Heart pounding, I turn over, and he starts to kiss, lick and nibble my now erect nipples. I let out a gasp as the exquisite sensation fill my body, and he smiles as I try to pretend it’s a gasp of fear. He knows. I hold myself under iron control, fighting my urge to moan, to gasp, to squirm, but my elevated heart rate and my quickened breathing tell him all he needs to know. His right hand stars traveling down my body, and I know that if he touches me, he will find out how wet I am getting and the jig will be up. One last time, I beg him to stop, but his fingers reach my pussy and soon he feels how wet I am. "Your mouth is saying no...but your body's saying yes." he whispers, as his fingers enter me, sliding easily through my wetness, deep inside me. I am so ashamed, I begin crying. He whispers that it's ok, to relax, to enjoy it. That I have no choice, so I need to surrender to it. I let his words wash over me, and realize he's right...I don't need to fight it any more. It's going to happen anyway. With that, I give myself up, and surrender to his strength and the delicious sensations flooding my body. I finally allow myself to moan and cry out; to thrust up against his fingers, and to put my arms around him and admit I want to kiss him. He lowers his full, sensuous lips to mine, and we kiss, first gently, and then with greater ferocity and passion. He drops his gun to take my face in his hands.
Finally, the chance I've been waiting for! I grab for the gun, but he deftly shoves it away, off the bed. He grabs both my hands & pins them above my head. I feel how futile it all is--my puny struggles don't even move his iron arms. He holds my arms in one hand as the other reaches down to take off his pants. His cock springs free, the tip swollen and engorged, a drop of pre-come oozing out of the head. "Look at it" he whispers savagely, as he strokes it. "Look at it, you know you want it". I gaze, mesmerized at the drop of pre-come, thinking of how I would love to taste it, feel that big head in my mouth, that slippery union of cock and tongue and hands and lips. No! What am I thinking? God, what is wrong with me? He sees it in my eyes, sees how I want it. He stokes it harder, squeezing out more pre-come, the tip becoming even bigger. "Look at it." he whispers again. "All for you." I tear my eyes away, one last time trying to stop this runaway train. "Please don't" I beg....and I really mean it. Even though I am wet, turned on, almost desperate, an even greater shame is pulling me back, telling me this is wrong, shameful, immoral, that I will regret it forever.
"How about this.... I won't fuck you…unless you beg me." I tell him to fuck off, that I would die before I would beg him. He lays down on top of me, his cock at my pussy lips. I struggle and heave against him, trying to throw him off, but I only succeed in covering his hard cock in my slippery juices. 'No!" I sob in frustration....but am I saying that to him--or to my own body, which is betraying me? He continues to keep his cock just inside my pussy lips, moving ever so slightly in and out, and as I continue to struggle, my breath comes quicker, my moans become louder, and soon I realize that I am no longer struggling to be free--I am struggling to get him inside me. He realizes it too...and keeps teasing me, not fully entering me. He is frankly enjoying it now, gazing down on my face as it registers helpless desperation, smiling broadly. "Do you want my cock?" he whispers, and I stay stubbornly silent. He pulls his cock away from me, until unwillingly, I answer "Yes!" my shame fighting against my even stronger need to feel that cock inside me. He gives me a little more, then stops, pulls away again, and says "Beg."
The words are forced out of me, against my will. "Please!" I gasp. "Please!". There is no mistaking the desperation in my voice or the ferocity of my thrashing body, and he plunges into me, all restraint gone. I lunge up at him, my mind a blank, all conscious thought gone, moving purely on instinct, an instinct to join, to devour, to consume and to come. We move faster now, wordless, gasping, hearts pounding, our lust swelling fierce and brutal until it consumes both of us in its savage fire.
The minute it is over, I realize what I have done. I roll away from him & curl up in a ball. He puts his arm around me, but I throw it off. "Get out!" I yell. "You got what you wanted".
"Hey, I only gave you what you begged for." he answered, and the fact that I know he is right only makes it worse. He kisses my neck, and soon, I hear the door slam. I am still breathing hard, still wet, still hot, still completely unbelieving that I begged this stranger--this robbing, stranger--to fuck me.
You are coming over later in the morning. What do I do? Do I tell you? How can I tell you that I begged this criminal to fuck me? I just can't. I'm not going to mention a word. I take a long hot bath, a nap, and try to forget the night.
"How was your night? you ask when you see me. "You look a little tired." "I didn't sleep very well" I answer, choking, not meeting your eyes. "Did you have a visitor?" you ask.
I turn around, stunned----look at you, as you break into a grin. An unholy suspicion comes into my mind--turns to a certainty--and I scream "You fucker--you set this up!" Your grin tells all. "I was scared shitless!" I scream, as you answer "Oh, yeah, you were scared shitless as you BEGGED him to fuck you." There's nothing I can say to that. "Who was he?" I wonder, and you tell me you picked the cutest guy in your office, just for me.
"Why?" I ask you wonderingly. Why would you do this? You tell me you just wanted to help me live out my "robber" fantasy. "You enjoyed it, right? " I have to admit it, I did. "Almost as much as you're going to enjoy this" you say, as you back me, breathless, toward the bed....
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Story, Continued...
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Posted:Jun 30, 2009 11:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 17, 2015 9:21 pm
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When we get home, you immediately pin me up against the wall. You take both my wrists & pull them over my head, and hold them there--then you lower your lips to mine. There are sweet kisses, romantic kisses, tender kisses, passionate kisses...this is none of those. This kiss is meant expressly to show me your ownership of me--exploding with raw sensuality, your tongue taking possession of me, sliding sinuously in my mouth, telling me that tonight, I will be anything you want me to be--your lover, your slut, your fucktoy, or your little girl. I moan in anticipation, and for long moments, there is nothing but your lips on mine. I want to hold you, run my fingers through your hair, but you hold my arms immobile, liking the feel of me struggling against you. Finally, you let my arms down, but tell me that I must
keep them by my side, pressed against the wall. You pull my blouse open, and find my nipples already hard & tight with excitement. You lower your head until your lips are almost touching my nipples, breathing on them. I sway toward you, trying to feel your lips, but you ruthlessly take my hips & press them back against the wall, telling me that I am not allowed to control this--you are in control. Chastened ,I subside...and watch, barely breathing, as your lips come closer & closer to where I need them to be. When you finally take my nipple in your mouth, in my heightened state, it is like an explosion. You lick, suck, nibble, first one, then the other, until I am madly liquid. I am trembling, wanting to pull you to me, to frantically rub my body against yours, to rub my clit against you, but I know that I am not allowed to move. This push pull of my desires and your orders are tearing at me....I do not know where to go with my desire... I can't take it anymore, but I am not allowed to take what I need. I begin shivering and shaking, chills running through my body, my moans almost uncontrollable now. "Please...." I whisper incoherently...."please..." "Please what?" you ask. I only lean against the wall, and spread my legs in wordless invitation. You can see the wetness glistening on my pussy lips, my clit swollen and redder than you have ever seen it. "Please what? " you ask implacably, and take my face until I am looking in your eyes. I am shamed by my need...shamed, and exhilarated. "Please...put your fingers inside me.." I beg. You thrust two fingers inside me, telling me that you own me, that my cunt is yours, to do with what you will. I sob gratefully, that yawning need finally filled, as you slide your fingers in & out of my pussy, moving your fingers faster &faster until you feel me reaching toward my orgasm. I forget your orders and my hands reach for you, caressing your face and bringing it to me so I can kiss you deeply. Once again, you wait until I am just about to come before stopping, loving to see my need and desperation. My knees buckle, and I would have slid down the wall if you didn't hold me up. I hold onto you, trembling, afraid to ask lest you say no. "You want me to fuck you, don't you." I nod. "Say it" you order. "Fuck me, please,...fuck me. Fuck me" I beg.
You lead me over to the bed, and order me to sit on it with my legs spread wide. You take off your clothes and kneel in front of me, your cock on a level with my pussy lips. You order me to keep my hands on the bed. I watch, fascinated, as the tip of your cock gets closer & closer to my pussy. I moan as it finally goes it---but only a little way---then you pull out, tease my clit with in, then back in, out, in. You watch my face, enjoying the need and desperation, seeing my hands clutch the bed, trying not to move. Finally, all control gone, I reach for you, pull you toward me, trying desperately to get you all the way inside me. You immediately grab my hair, pulling my head back until I am looking into your eyes, holding me completely immobile, waiting, wanting, my eyes begging you to take me, use me, fuck me, my body still trembling and out of control. You take a moment to savor my complete surrender--then slam into me brutally, wonderfully, sliding up
through me to the very core of my being. We are beyond desire, beyond thought, beyond ego, beyond self--we are drowning in pure animal lust and need. Soon, our first need slaked, we slow down a little--and finally, you give me what I need… thrust to thrust, breath to breath, heart to heart...and you finally leave your iron control behind & join me, as we go over the edge, in racking shuddering spasms....and as our ragged breath returns to normal, you feel the scalding tears of my gratitude & surrender on your neck....
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