Blind Seduction II...The Mystery Revealed

[ariosto]

OOC...this is a continuation of a short thread that AriO and I finished a few weeks ago called Blind Seduction. It had to do with a lady executive and a mysterious stranger who ravishers her in a dark, quiet office one night leaving her puzzled and unsatisfied. We just could not let things hang like that could we....








Esther Parcelle took a deep breath, checked her reflection in the smoked glassed door of the Skidmore and Parcelle Advertising Agency and walked in like she owned the place, which indeed she did, at least 49% of it, and with Jake Skidmore still away on his honeymoon with the teeny bopper 1/3 his age and not likely to return anytime soon....well she was indeed, the 'Boss Lady'.
Not doing too bad for thirty three.
So why the hell was she feeling so fucking paranoid?

"Good morning Miss Parcelle!"

God but Becky was bright and chipper...and what kind of a grin was that on her face?
Christ did everyone know!

"Mornin'"
Esther replied,
"Coffee Rebecca, black this morning."

"You bet...comin' up."
That grin...

She shut the door to her office a little too loudly and walked to the window that looked out over the 'bull pen'.
She opened the blinds...just a little.

They were all there but Rufus who was on vacation and Margaret who was always late. There was activity in Myron's office already. No doubt working on the copy for the new account...couldn't be him, Myron was queer as a three dollar bill.
So that left five staff artists as possibilities, no..four Yvette Long did not have the 'equipment' of her phantom lover last night.
Couldn't be Edgar...Edgar was fat and nearly sixty, nope this guy was young and built and...and...

My God did it really happen!
Oh yes it did...you bet it did.
Coming in late after a dinner at Berghoff's to brainstorm some ideas all alone for the new "Bambi" fashion doll, (Angel Toy Company's 'girl next door' counter to the latest provacative generation of 'Barbies'), Esther had encountered and been ravaged by a stranger. She never saw his face or heard his voice clearly but he had ...ahhhh, let's say overwhelmed her.
Why hadn't she screamed?
No, she knew why...the guy was, was....COMPELLING.

He'd called her boss lady...at the end as they were rudely interupted by the security guard, before he could...he could...*say it Esther*...fuck her,
he'd said just a few words..."I'll be back Boss Lady."

Who the hell would consider her boss lady?
All of them were out there behind their Mac's and drawing boards.
Three prime suspects...
Carl Gremmins, the big one...Ryan McCarthy, the little one and Jeremy Jackson, the one who was always hitting on her.
May as well start there.
She opened the door to the studio...
"Jerry, can you come in here for a moment please?"


Closed thread for AriO and Ariosto

 

[Arioso]

Esther Pascale

OOC: Thank you, mon cher Ari.

For those who are interested, a link to the original challenge thread: Blind Seduction

OOC: Esther Parcelle, age 33, earned her MBA at age 27, on the fast-track to success in advertising and marketing, she let her personal life take a back seat. Tall (5'10"), grey-blue eyes, long brown hair that she wears pulled up when at the office...Esther has recently discovered how desperately she wants to let her hair down. Having poured so much energy into professional success and cultivating her strength, her confidence, her competitive edge, she's almost forgotten how to relax, let go, and satisfy her other needs. Until one night....

IC:

Esther's pulse raced as she waited for Jerry to step into her office.

Her office.

It didn't feel that way any more. Not after last night. God, had it only been last night? These four walls, the expansive desk, the birds' eye view of the Loop, the tasteful-yet-oh-so-executive decor, right down to an expensive oriental rug on the floor...all of it had cultivated a sense of security for her. She'd made it. She'd arrived. It had been her power center, representing everything she'd worked so hard for.

That sense of achievement, of owning the space, was what made her come back after hours to work late so often. Her office wasn't her home away from home -- it was more her home than the posh condominium she owned on Chicago's Gold Coast.

But after last night, it was no longer her space...at least, not in the same sense it always had been. It wasn't that she felt violated or unsafe...Christ, she could have reported it as a sexual assault and had police here within minutes if that's how she'd felt about it. And objectively, it could easily fit the profile; all of her training and the seminars on harrassment in the workplace she'd attended certainly told her that it would have been the appropriate thing to do.

There was something else in this space now...it still belonged to her...but it also belonged to The Night...it belonged to that incredible encounter...

Esther's whole world was thrown out of balance. Rationally, she knew she should have security change her locks. She should take control of her space, reclaim it. But so help her, she didn't want to. She wanted this space to belong to that mysterious encounter...to the heat and raw, unbridled lust that had exploded between her and a man whose face she'd scarcely glimpsed.

She wanted it to happen again.

Tired, so tired of relationships with men in her situation: high-powered, competitive, win-or-be-killed colleagues who always left her feeling like she had to have her guard up, even in bed...always wondering if the sex were just a pretext to give themselves a business advantage where her firm was concerned. This unknown man, who had eaten her out and forced her to her knees to suck his cock....he'd unleashed something in her. It was the most honest sex she'd had in years. He hadn't messed around, hadn't played games. He'd just wanted her and he'd taken her.

Except he hadn't taken everything he'd wanted…and that she'd wanted just as desperately by the time they were interrupted. He hadn't fucked her, and dear god, Esther wanted him to.

That was why she hadn't cleaned off her chair other than to wipe away the excess…semen. After he'd slipped away, she'd straightened herself up as best she could, flipped on the lights, and set about removing most of the visible traces of their incredibly erotic encounter. It had been a heart-shuddering revelation; he must have been in her office for hours to be able to leave behind so much cum and still be hard and ready for her when she arrived. There were streaks of cum on her beautiful, mahogany desk…glistening gobs of it on the framed picture of her current "boyfriend"…and pools of cum all over her commanding, leather-upholstered executive chair. Like he'd been marking his territory -- marking her as his territory.

Although she'd used a bottle of lemon-scented Pledge to erase all traces of him from her desk, which masked the scent of sex in her office, she could still breathe in the heady, musky smell of him on her chair. Not noticeable from a distance…say, from her door…but definitely something that one could catch a hint of in the air if they were near her desk.

Then, when she'd gone home, she'd masturbated furiously, as if her life depended on it -- trying to feed the hunger that he'd left unsatisfied when he'd fled at the loud approach of the security guard. But what Esther really, really wanted was for him to make good on his promise: to come back and finish the job himself.

Never willing to sit back and leave her fate to someone else, she'd resolved to draw her mystery man out, and dressed this morning with that purpose in mind. Yet all the while, she'd been nervous as hell! As she'd slipped on one of her sheerest, red lace bras, black stockings with garters…then stepped into a short, black wool skirt and felt the satin lining glide smooth over her bare ass…it had made her heart pound in her chest. Going to work without panties was something she'd never done, and it was a constant battle to maintain her confidence when she felt like the most blatant slut. She'd opted for a red silk blouse with a slightly plunging neckline and a red wool blazer over it…and even more than keeping her warm, the blazer served to conceal her straining, erect nipples, so aroused was she from the anticipation of discovering her mystery lover.

But she was still jittery…edgy…feeling sorely out of her element, not to mention dreading what could happen to her career if she let her desires get the better of her. And what if the entire office already knew? The thought of her employees snickering behind her back caused her chest to constrict and a hot flush to break out on her cheeks.

That was how Jerry found her when he finally opened the door and stepped into her office.

"You wanted to see me, Ms. Parcelle?" he asked, with his usual, smug self-assurance.

Suddenly, Esther's throat went dry and she choked on her words.

Swallowing, she managed to say, "Yes, Jerry. Please come in and shut the door behind you."

Curiosity flashed momentarily in his eyes as he approached her desk. Instead of sitting in her leather chair, she'd come around in front of her desk to sit in one of the two visitors' seats. Her choice was strategic; she was looking for a reaction.

She sat, with her long legs crossed demurely in front of her, her skirt revealing a more daring amount of thigh than was customary for her, and studied Jerry's face as he crossed the room and took his seat opposite her. There was interest -- but then, with Jerry, there always was. He looked good and he knew it -- and he used his looks to get what he wanted from women. Tall, tanned, and with a sculpted, athletic build, he definitely was easy on the eyes. He also had a scruffy hint of a beard -- the kind that male models in Marlboro ads often sported to give them that rugged, virile look.

He didn't try very hard to conceal the appraising once-over he gave her, but that wasn't enough of a tell for Esther to be sure. And she was not going to humiliate herself and possibly ruin her career without being dead certain.

"So, Jerry…" Esther began, trying to keep her voice steady. She could feel her pussy growing moist at the need to dance carefully around the secret she hoped to uncover, at the faint thrill of taking the risk… "We've all been so busy lately, I haven't had much time to check in with my team. How are your projects going?"

The corner of his lips twitched in amusement. Esther could tell that he was wondering about the real reason she'd summoned him. Not surprising, since she'd never really taken the time for one-on-one chats with any of her staff about "how things were going". His eyes roamed appreciatively over her as a slow smile spread across his face, like a poker player deciding to see how his opponent's bluff played out.

"Fine…Busy, of course, but then working for you is always busy," Jerry replied easily. "We should have the Bambi presentation ready to pitch by Tuesday."

The heat between her thighs increased as Esther realized how turned on she was getting by Jerry's openly sexual perusal. In the past, she'd ignored or deflected his flirtation, always keeping a strict, professional divide between them. Now, as she watched eagerly for some clue that he might be her mystery man, she appreciated how deliciously erotic it was to be watched the way he was watching her. Her nipples grew even harder, throbbing beneath her silk blouse.

With her pulse pounding, Esther rested her elbows on the arms of the chair, letting her blazer fall open just a little.
"That's good," she acknowledged softly, feeling a slight tremor as her nerve nearly failed. God, did she have what it took to play this game? "Then I take it there aren't any other…projects…hanging over your head, no unfinished business? You're…getting the job done?"

She felt so naked and exposed, just dropping those veiled hints. As she waited nervously for Jerry's response, Esther caught a whiff of the lingering scent of sex from her leather chair.

Oh god, why am I doing this? Even if it wasn't Jerry…he'll figure it out…he'll suspect something…I'm leaving myself way too open…

 

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Jeremy betrayed no sign of unease as he sat across from Esther Parcelle. He seemed to be enjoying it in fact. If anything his expression was one of pleasent surprise like a little boy given a gift out of the blue...should he open it?

"Pardon me Miss Parcelle, which job were you talking about?"

Esther cleared her throat and leaned forward.
Her employee could see the slightest swell of breast beneath the soft silk of her v necked blouse. He smiled, he was good at observing things like that.

"...Bambi Jerry. It's the only job we have right now remember?
Is this your sketchbook?"
She picked up the black hardbound book of drawing paper from the table and opened it.

"Not much there, all the comps are on the computer. That's just rough stuff."

"I'll say it is..."
Esther was looking at a fast study of a life size Bambi doll giving fellatio to a tall thin man who bore a passing resemblance to Jeremy Jackson.

"Oh that...wishful thinking is all. Maybe we should try and get Reverand Goodling* to come out with an X rated line huh?"

In spite of her anxieties she laughed and handed back the book.
"Never happen. Goodling doesn't even think that way."

"Wrong there Miss Parcelle..I saw him undressing you when he was here for the stategy approval...with his eyes that is...of course."

"Oh really?"

"Heck yes, I've done it a few times myself."

Esther stood up and walked to the window. Her hourglass shape clearly silhouetted...
"Do you undress me on MY time Jerry, or do you wait till...after dark?"

For a moment only the gentle hum of the airconditioner could be heard...she waited for an answer.



* Rev. Horace Goodling...Owner of Angel Toys and Pastor of the
Faith Holiness Church of Christ the Chastiser of Sin

 

[Arioso]

She had let go of the tree and was inching out onto the branch. Esther held her breath. This was a greater risk than she'd ever taken -- at least, sexually. In business? She knew all about risk.

The waiting was killing her. Long moments stretched out, and still Jerry didn't answer her question. In that silence, Esther thought sadly to herself, he's not the one.

Whoever had invaded her sanctum sanctorum last night was a risk-taker, not one to hesitate. Even if he'd intended to torment her with doubt, if Jerry had been the one, he would have had a smooth answer sooner than this.

Esther heard the brush of his slacks as he rose to his feet and approached her.

"I've been known to do both," Jerry said at last, his voice very near, just behind her left shoulder.

So near, that when Esther pivoted slowly to face him, her breasts came within inches of brushing his chest.

It wasn't him...something's missing...but he's definitely seeing how far he can go...

Despite her gut instinct, which Esther usually trusted, she felt driven to be sure. The desire to find her mystery man was swiftly becoming an obsession; he'd stirred her passions straight up from the furthest depths, and she realized now that she was willing to risk anything, everything, to be stirred by him again.

Keeping her eyes steadily on his, she slipped off her red blazer and tossed it on her massive, leather executive chair. Surprise and a hint of lust flared in Jeremy's eyes.

"And when you do, Jerry, is it just me you undress?" she murmured, slowly sinking to her knees, matching the very image he'd sketched in his portfolio. As he gaped breathlessly down at her, stunned, Esther deftly undid his belt, unzipped his slacks, and let his semi-erect cock spring forth. "Or do you undress yourself in these little daydreams?"

Letting her eyes slip shut, Esther pressed her face right against his thigh, inhaling his scent, rubbing her cheek against his length like a cat. She hadn't seen her mystery man, but she'd felt him in her mouth...his weight...his shape...she'd know it anywhere...

Fixing her gaze once more on Jerry's wide, half-crazed eyes, Esther prompted, "Tell me what you think of when you draw those rough sketches, Jerry."

As she let her warm breath ghost over his exposed, twitching column of flesh, Esther struggled to maintain her composure. It was a formidable battle -- already, she could feel herself sweating. She wanted nothing more than to take Jerry's cock in her mouth and bring him to the most ferocious orgasm he'd ever felt in his life. And to her astonishment, she realized that it was only partly out of a desire to be certain, to know whether he was the one or not. On an entirely different level, she simply wanted to. Her rough, frantic encounter in the dark had unleashed something in her.

Her mystery man had captured her in a way she hadn't even anticipated. She was becoming just as wild and uninhibited now, without him anywhere near, as she had been when he'd had his mouth on her...his hands on her. She wanted to be that woman he'd aroused.

But she couldn't know how Jerry was going to respond. Would he be like some men? More bravado than action, a lot of talk but no delivery? Or...was he willing...?

 

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"Should we be doing this? I mean..."
His words were loaded with caution and surprise but his cock was telling a different story as it brushed eagerly across her parted lips.
Her fingers closed around the thick warm shaft. Jerry was well hung no doubt but somehow this pulsing rod in her hand didn't quite ...measure up.
She licked it.

He groaned, his fingers slipped into her hair.
"Okay..okay...let's do it then, hell I've thought about it enough...long as there aren't any ...umm repercussions...you know?"

Balls in the palm of her hand, other hand squeezing and stroking, lips ready...she could almost...

"Repercussions?"
She ran her eye up along his tanned belly, ribbed with Spa made muscle.

"Yeah, I mean you wont expect to much from this will you?"

*Smug fucking bastard!*

He winked down at her and she squeezed his nuts...hard.

"GODDDDAMIT!"
he yanked out of her hand as she stood up tall in front of him and pointed.

"Put THAT back in your pants Jackson. It might impress some foolish girls but it sure as hell doesn't do a thing for me."

She strode over to her desk and sat down, crossing her long legs, reaching for a cigarette while he struggled back into his pants, his face a mask of anger.

Maybe she'd gone to far...

"Jerry, go on back to work..no repercussions. Don't know what came over me...sorry. It won't happen again."

He left fast, slamming the door behind him.

That was really good for employee morale Esther! Especially with a protegé of Skidmores..christ.

She scrapped her plans to 'interview the rest of the 'suspects' and spent the rest of the day buried in the saccharine Bambi copy that Goodling was expecting.

Was it a hereditary puritan work ethic that kept her there till well past dark? Or was it something else? Something that the rapid beating of her heart and pulse were anticipating...

 

[Arioso]

As soon as Jerry stormed out of the office, Esther rose to her feet once more, moved to stand by the vast window that looked out over Chicago's bustling downtown, and leaned her head against the glass in frustration.

That was close! What the hell had she been thinking?!

God, she'd almost given Jeremy Jackson a blow job in her own office. And if that wasn't bad enough, she still wanted it! Esther could feel her nether lips run slick with her feverish need. She'd taken a crazy, foolhardy risk, then compounded her headaches by pissing Jerry off, and what was the result? Her heart was pounding, that was true enough, but not just out of fear. No, dammit, she was the most excited she'd been since...

..since...

...since him, since last night.

I can't do this. I don't have what it takes to play this kind of game. This is going to kill me.

Her cheek pressed against the smooth glass and as she released a trembling sigh, she could see her own breath fog up the surface. Why did she want this man so badly?

Clenching her fists until her neatly manicured nails dug into the flesh of her palms, Esther squared her shoulders and returned to her desk. She would get through this. She had to. She hadn't struggled so hard to make it to this point, where she was at the top of her game, only to lose her nerve over some Midnight Molester.

As the hours ticked away, Esther buried her mind and her heart in the Bambi project. Becky stopped in occasionally to deliver a fax or inform her boss of potential clients, salespeople, and potential employees who were all seeking to schedule interviews later in the week. And once, Ryan McCarthy even poked his nose in her office with a rather pointless question.

Hell, did he know? Had Jerry spilled the beans?

However, aside from a rather curious glance or two, Ryan gave no indication that he might have heard anything about her offer of fellatio to Jeremy.

And so, she worked on. On her way out at the end of the working day, Becky came to bid her good-night and chide her for staying after hours, again. Esther just smiled sadly and waved her off.

Around 9:00 pm, her body finally registered its protest. Her lower back and legs were aching for movement and she needed to go to the bathroom. Esther left her office -- not locking the door -- and strode down to the ladies' room. She took her time, needing to breathe and release the tension that had built up after such a long and lonely day. Before returning to her office, she splashed a little cold water on her face. Then, she stepped back out into the corridor.

When she drew near her door, her pace slowed. The light in her office was out.

She could have sworn she left it on.

Instantly, her pulse surged into a thready gallop. Her lungs seemed unable to draw in air, as if they were squeezed tight in a vise.

Hesitantly, she turned the handle on her door, stepped into her darkened office, and closed the door behind her.

She didn't even try to turn on the light. Was he here? With breathless eagerness, she took a step or two forward, feeling the heat build at the crux of her thighs at the hope that her mystery man was waiting for her.

And there was a presence in the room. Esther could feel it. The air crackled with that electric field that you always felt, like a sixth-sense, when another body was nearby.

"Is it you?" she whispered to the darkness, unable to keep her voice from quivering with excitement.

Without warning, his body was pressed against her back and one arm wrapped around her, trapping her arms at her sides.

"Miss me?" a deep, familiar voice murmured against her ear.

Esther shivered and tried to turn around to face him, but he tightened his hold on her, denying her freedom of movement.

"No," he taunted, kissing her neck. When she stilled, he loosened his grip and stepped back slightly. Esther could hear the rustle of fabric. a moment later, she felt a smooth length of silk covering her eyes as he blindfolded her with -- what? a necktie?

"Take your clothes off," he instructed, withdrawing from her even further, so that she couldn't tell where he was. And yet she knew he was watching, waiting for her to strip. She could feel his eyes on her like the moonlight streaming in through her window.

Slowly, Esther shrugged off her red blazer, catching it on her fingers and flinging it aside with a little flair. Then, she began unbuttoning her blouse. Every brush of her fingers against her skin was that much more tantalizing and sensual because she was unable to see what she was doing or what was going on around her. Soon she was tugging the red silk out of her skirt and parting the front of her blouse.

A soft click and slight lightening behind the blindfold alerted her that he'd turned on a small desk lamp.

Letting her hands fan teasingly over her chest, Esther gradually eased the blouse off her shoulders, then stripped it off and tossed it aside. Her fingers moved to the red satin straps of her bra...slowly nudging them off her shoulders until they dangled loosely from either elbow. She slipped her hands beneath the lace cups of her bra to toy with her stiffened pink buds for a few moments, then reached behind her back to undo the clasp.

When the bra fell to the floor and the cool air hit her nipples, Esther flushed with heat. Her whole body was twitching with impatient desire for this man...for her mysterious watcher.

What did he want? Did he really come back to finish the job? Or was he just toying with her?

As the anxious thoughts darted through her mind, Esther continued undressing in the golden light of the lamp, unable to see him and wondering what he would say or do next.

 

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"Turn around." Came the voice, muffled as though he was speaking thru a mask.
She had a vision of him standing there. A powerfully muscled body, face covered by a ski mask, cock jutting out nearly touching her...

"TURN AROUND I SAID."
A shiver ran through her at his tone and she turned quickly half expecting a blow to fall.

"Reach out and grab the back of the couch, lean forward and spread your legs."
There was no point in protesting. This wasn't a rape afterall...was it?
Esther did as she was told, conscious of the weight of her breasts swaying below her, aware of the vulnerability she was presenting him. Her thighs opened...she waited, heart racing.

"I want to know every part of you slut. Every fucking inch."
The words made her tremble, made her burn.

Fingers spread her ass apart, hands gripped her buttocks, pulling open...
"Pretty ass hole...you like to be fucked there?"
She opened her mouth ready to exlpain that she'd never had a man invade her that way but a finger plunging into her vagina stopped her...she gasped.

"Tight cunt too..your a real classy bitch aren't you baby?"
Two fingers were working into her now, twisting against the sensitive walls of her passage.
He began to bite her, to bite the firm tight round cheeks of her buttocks as the fingers moved deeper, his tongue began to circle the tight ring of her rosebud and pressed itself inside.
She shivered at the strange feeling...a soft velvet finger working into her ass.

The mans cock is rigid, it has been since he slipped inside the darkened office. He's already masturbated once, saving it in the small waterglass she keeps on her desk. He'll make her drink it tonight. He'll make her do a lot of things tonight...
Her ass tastes sweet, her cunt spasms around his fingers. The slut is hot, willing. The fun is just beginning...

 

[Arioso]

She was lost. From the minute his fingers slid into her liquid heat, she was lost. Ever since he'd fled last night and left her wanting, she'd been imagining this. But the reality was so much better -- dangerous and sensual in a way that left her quivering.

"Nhhh," she grunted softly, her face twisting up in a grimace of pleasure.

His fingers speared deep, diving again and again into her cunt, making good on his promise to claim every inch of her inside and out. Her walls gloved his probing digits with their tight heat. When he drew them out they squelched through her sticky essence and slammed back home with a wet smack. God, her pussy was already drooling for him!

And she felt so open and vulnerable, her legs spread so far apart that her labia were stretched apart to keep her channel gaping open to receive him. The thrill of exposure and of feeling his rough penetration of her intimate passage left Esther dripping.

"Yeah, that's it, slut...you want this, don't you?" he taunted as her pussy smeared the evidence of her lust all over his palm.

When Esther merely moaned in reply, he stilled his hand and warned, "Answer me, bitch, or I'll stop."

No...no.

"Yesss...yes, I want it. I want you," she confessed shakily.

A hot flush blossomed on her cheeks and ran down her entire body at having to confess her desire for this unknown man -- at being forced to admit that she wanted him to use her. He must have sensed this and pressed her further.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Waiting for it. Wanting it. Did you touch yourself and think of me last night?"

"Y-yes," Esther stammered. Then she groaned in pleasure as his fingers once again started pumping deep in her cunt.

"How did you touch yourself?" he growled, his voice low and seductive. In...out...in...out slid his fingers. She could feel his hot breath stream over her puckered entrance.

"I used my vibrator," she answered, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. However, he stopped her and held her still with a firm hand.

"What did you do? Tell me!"

He punctuated his insistent command by squeezing her clit sharply -- so sharply Esther let out a surprised yelp. "O-on my back...I got naked and laid on my back and fucked my pussy with the vibe."

"Good girl," he acknowledged, returning to his delicious, steady strokes. "But it wasn't good enough, was it? What do you really want?"

By now, Esther was gasping with need, and they'd barely started. All he'd done was fingerfuck her and yet she was burning for him, desperate to feel him buried inside her.

"I want you in me," she whispered.

A low chuckled rumbled from his throat. Showing no mercy, he twisted his fingers in her pussy and teased his tongue around her tiny rosebud, slowly plunging just the tip into her passage. After several moments of sensual torture, he chided, "I am in you. Come on, boss lady, say it. Say it!"

"I want you to fuck me!!" Esther cried out, her slick inner walls rippling in anticipation around his fingers. "Please, put your cock in me, fuck me with your cock! I want to feel it!"

"That's it, baby," he chuckled darkly. "But where do you want it? Here?" He let his fingers grind deep in her pussy before slipping them out and slowly sinking one into her ass. "Or here?"

Esther hissed at the invasion of her anal passage. There was a slight sting and strange fullness as he stretched her.

"Ow..." she whimpered, wriggling her ass in discomfort. "Please, don't hurt me. I've never...no one's ever taken me there before."

His finger rammed home, planting itself deep within her virgin channel. Almost admiringly, he fanned his palms out over her buttocks, squeezing her smooth cheeks and spreading them apart once again.

"Well, well, well..."

Even blindfolded, Esther could tell he was pleased with his unexpected bounty. She could almost see the wolflike grin on his face.

 

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"Well, well, well..."
His fingers withdrew....then silence.

Lisa waited, heart pounding, senses keening, she heard something moving behind her, *what would he do now...what would he do?* She licked her lips, tried to control her breathing.

Waiting...

Nothing.

She shifted her weight on her arms...her knees were getting sore.
*what the hell...*

She tilted her head from side to side but couldnt hear anything.
The room was suddenly very chilly..she shivered...

*Dammit!*

"Hey...you there?"
Words softly spoken.

Was she alone...had the son of a bitch left her!
*JESUS CHRIST!*

"GODDAMIT!"
Lisa sat up on her knees and reached up for the blindfold...
*I'm a goddamned IDIOT! Who the fuck...*

The slap knocked her onto the floor, stunned more than hurt.
Her hands flew up again to her face to tear the blindfold away but she found her wrists in a viselike grip pressing her back and then he was on her.

His weight crushed her down, her arms held tight above her head a knee thrust roughly between her thighs, opening her legs...
"Wait!..wait....NO!"

"Shutup slut, shutup Boss Lady"....his lips smothered hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth.
She twisted, turned, struggled...
Another stinging slap. Her mind reeled...rape...rape..oh GOD rape...

"Spread your legs cunt. Spread them wide fucking open...you hear me?"
His breath was hot on her face, he was smothering her.

She obeyed, her thighs parted under the force bearing down on her, something soft began to push along her labia, pushing hard..harder...

"Open for daddy baby, open for my big hard cock."
His teeth lanced into her earlobe, she cried out and opened...
She felt him enter, felt the soft spongy headed iron hard shaft pushing into her...she was being stretched...stretched wider than she thought she ever could be. Something huge, something powerful was plunging into her...
*JESUS OH JESUS*

His hands found her ripe sweet tits and crushed them together, she hardly noticed...the 'thing' was inside her, there was room for nothing else...

 

[Arioso]

Ohgodohgodohgod! Not happening...this is not happening...stupid...STUPID...how could I have thought....I'm going to die like this...

Esther couldn't breathe. She couldn't move.

For a terrifying, heart-stopping moment, she lay paralyzed beneath her assailant not a "mystery lover", a PSYCHOPATH...this isn't a fantasy seduction, it's rape! her mind screaming at her to fight back, to react. And yet she couldn't. She lay there in a blind panic, trembling, her legs splayed obscenely wide as this monster shoved his unforgiving prick into her vulnerable pussy.

It hurt.

Not as badly as it might have. Although Esther bitterly berated herself for ever having been stupid enough to fantasize that she could give up control, even for one second, and not get burned by it, she realized that at the very least, her foolish, childish fantasy had gotten her wet enough that the invasion hadn't damaged her. But it had also been far too long since she'd had anything in her pussy at all...anything other than a vibe or her own fingers, since her so-called boyfriend had been "too busy" for months. So it hurt...there was no pleasure in this.

She wondered if her cheek would bruise from the slaps.

Frantically, she weighed her options. The psychopath was busily sucking her tits...not that it did much for her, since he seemed to be more intent on humiliating her and getting his own rocks off. So she could scream.

But he'd already proven himself to be violent. If she screamed, he might do worse. Hell, she could end up dead....all because she'd been so goddamned stupid!! Her heart thudded in a panic as she envisioned some mentally unbalanced, disgruntled employee who'd "gone postal". That decided her...from here on out, her goal was survival.

Then...something awful happened. Something that frightened Esther more than the man on top of her.

Esther tried to distance herself from the whole situation, tried just to lie there and endure while the psycho pounded away at his business, silently lecturing herself that this was a lesson about never, ever letting her guard down for anyone again. But then it happened.

"Ohhh!"

The moan was ripped unexpectedly from her lips as his teeth tugged just right on her nipple. To her horror, it sent a bolt of pleasure straight down to her clit and her nipples stiffened and puckered in traitorous arousal, wantonly straining up for more attention.

NoNoNoNoNo....I'm not enjoying this...this is crazy....I'm NOT!!!!

Esther's panic surged back tenfold -- this was insane! A psychopath was raping her, and she'd just gotten a little "happy"? Forgetting her resolve to play it safe, completely blinded by her panic, she renewed her struggles, writhing in vain beneath the man's formidable body. All it did, though, was succeed in burying his huge cock even deeper in her slick pussy. He didn't slap her -- instead, his hand squeezed her wrists tighter and tighter, until she winced in pain. His grip was unshakeable -- she'd never felt so trapped!

It wasn't a comfortable feeling. Esther had always been in control -- always!

Confronted with the cold truth that she couldn't break free, Esther began to hyperventilate -- her normally cool, collected demeanor shattered. But the effect on her body? Her nerves flared with the rush of adrenaline and heat charged through her, leaving a pretty red flush all over her pale skin. Her breasts tingled, suddenly hyper-sensitized to every touch, every bite.

And the worst was her cunt. Esther could feel that thick, warm fluid seeping from her own walls, bathing this monster's prick with damning evidence of her own lust. No! No! Not lust! Panic! This wasn't what she wanted! No!

She rebelled against the thought -- horrible thought! -- that she could possibly be enjoying this in any way, even in the instinctive reactions of her own body. Her hips bucked frantically against his, as she grunted in a frustrated effort to dislodge him, throwing her weight against him as best she could in her position.

But to her shame, the fine line between defiant struggles and eager, welcoming thrusts grew steadily blurred. His swollen shaft drove deep, splitting her open and plunging into her heat until his balls slapped against the base of her slit.

More than anything, it was the awful admission that crept into her mind that his cock felt so fucking good that caused Esther to cry out in desperation.

"Nooo-oooo-ooohhhhh!'

 

[ariosto]

Mouth open...sucking softswelling flesh, nipple hard against his throat...teeth grazing pebbled areole...sucking. He loved to suck, absolutely loved it. The warm flesh of a womans breasts, the tingling nub of her clit...loved it all, and this was best...the very best .
This was HER!
He had her soft tits in his mouth, he had his cock driven deep into her body. Her body....pictures of her taken at the office party last summer...in a pink bikini by her pool. The pictures were worn, used time after time to trigger his masturbatory fantasies. Now though he wouldn't be getting himself off with his own hands..no no, it would be her tight sweet pussy that would do the job...
Esther was shuddering hot and tight around him...she struggles, oh how she struggles. That's good he wants her to...

"My little whore...
He whispers and bites down hard on her nipple..she stiffens in pain and he rams his cock into her so hard her body slides two feet on the carpet.
Rams it and grinds it...grinds it...GRINDS IT!

"That's my cock in you bitch and its going to be in you as often as I choose it to be...you hear me bosslady...you hear me...."
Long deep thrusts, her hips move... with his...her struggles weakening.

Shit!
he'd forgotten, used his own voice...did it register?
He stopped...only the panting of their breath now.
Her cunt spasms around his cock, his throbbing aching cock...so close..so close...

Strong arms slide under her knees, raising them slipping her legs over his broadshoulders. He pushed forward, raising her hips and ass off the floor...he looms over her a huge dark ominous form... her ankles tighten dig into his spine...

He plunges in again, deeper than before now, his fat broad cock drives into her like a jack hammer...over and over and over and....
She's pushing up onto him now..meeting every thrust...
GODDAM..He's going to cum..cum now...no waiting...
He laughs...
He explodes...

 

[Arioso]

The emotional rollercoaster Esther was on threatened to send her heart hurtling up into her throat. All it took was his voice, silky as sin, calling her my little whore, and her fear melted into pure lust.

What was wrong with her?!

He still scared her. The situation was still way out of control -- Christ, he'd as good as let her know that he might keep her there all night! But, insanely enough, his crude taunts made her wild for him. Wild and panicked all at once. And then he was hooking her legs over his shoulder, opening her wider to the raw, animal power of his cock. Her wrists were free...suddenly, she didn't want to fight. She wanted to fuck.

Hips arching and rolling against his waist, she writhed wantonly, impaled on his cock, taking him deep, taking all of him. In...and out...and IN!

"Ohyes...yes...ohgodohgodYES!" the delerious, ecstatic words rolled off Esther's tongue as her fingers clawed and scratched at the plush oriental rug beneath them. She could feel her release building...building...

Then he was laughing and Esther could feel her cunt filling with the wet heat of his cum. Thank god she was on the pill. Her depths felt so sensual...liquid desire...his cum marking her...invading her...

The thought alone got her so aroused, she toppled over the edge after him. Crying out as her tight pussy clenched and released around his meaty shaft, milking him further...so good.

His weight pressed down on her, blanketing her as she lay panting beneath him in glowing completion. She could hear him breathing hard, felt the warm air exhaled from his mouth as he rested his head on her breasts.

It was the best fuck she'd had since...since she couldn't even remember when. He had her...hell, did he have her.

After a few more moments, Esther felt him draw his cock out of her...the warm trickle of his cum slipping after him and running down into the cleft of her ass. Soft, quiet sounds of him shifting...moving until he was above her head, looming over her.

Sticky flesh brushed against her lips and the pungent, ripe aroma of sex flooded her nostrils.

"Suck it," he commanded, pressing his softening penis against her mouth. "Clean me off, bitch."

Eagerly, Esther parted her lips and swallowed his length, tasting their mingled juices on his flesh. He started pumping in and out of her mouth, his knees braced on either side of her head.

"That's it, my little slut...take my cock...take it wherever I tell you to take it," his low growl sent shivers through her. But what he said next made her nipples pucker tight and her body flush with arousal. "Now play with yourself...finger your pussy while you suck me, whore."

Oh god!

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe she was going to do it. She should be screaming, fighting him...She couldn't believe how much she WANTED to do it.

Slowly, Esther bent her knees and brought her feet in close to her ass, then spread her thighs wide. Letting one hand dip down to her pussy, she slid her finger through the delicate folds, feeling how slippery they were with his cum. It enflamed her to imagine what she must look like to him: sprawled naked on the rug, blindfolded, her mouth wrapped hungrily around his cock, her fingers stroking and teasing her pussy...her pussy that was oozing with his pearly jism.

Why? WHY was she letting herself do this, why? There was no explaining it...except that Esther knew if he kept whispering to her those dirty taunts, calling her his slut and his whore, that's exactly what she'd be all night.