Depraved fantasy

The time spent with Mr Distance flew by just as rapidly as his plane flew in and back out again, the raunchy days we’d spent together were left imprinted on me like a ghost memory as some of the best in my lifetime and having to return to the normality of my responsibilities and family life seemed droll and unexciting.

At any given moment I took to reminisce about our naughty encounters wishing we were back in that

hotel room partaking in all the unimaginable fantasies we’d dreamed up, some we’d fulfilled and others were still long awaited to become reality.

But one day, I was going about my daily business, doing the groceries and as I loaded them into the car I could feel the hairs stand up on my neck and sensed something dark was around…..I hurriedly put the last bags in and scanned around the dark and mostly empty parking lot before breathing a sigh of relief and opening the drivers door.

I enter and realise it must have been my imagination and proceed my usual pre drive home checklist: Phone, mirror check, seatbelt all good so proceed to start the ignition and head home. Before I can turn it over I hear something that makes me freeze dead in my tracks in fear, as a warm strong hand covers my mouth and yanks my head back into the headrest, a whisper in my ear forms:

“Don’t make a sound! Shhh“

The voice is familiar but I’m unsure. Could it be him? But he’s back in Tasmania already? Unsure wether it is the man I dream of or an actual stranger with nefarious plans matters not as I am completely at their disposal pinned and now hand cuffed to my seat as I feel a hand head down my top and start to grope……molesting me freely as I try to make a noise but it is muffled.

The voice continues to whisper, “Be that good little girl I know you are and do as your told”, not only is my body pinned and cuffed but it’s frozen in fear as my mind races to decipher if that voice belongs to him or not, the fear is paralyzing and my eyes widen only to realize this stranger who has me at his mercy has now worked his hands down across my chest and into my crotch, his fingers dance across my dress and swiftly lifts it up to reveal not only my soaked g-string but my throbbing clit which has clearly defied me by being so excited by a transaction that was about to take place without my consent.

The whispering voice demands I move the seat all the way down and as I promptly do as I’m instructed, fear and dread are still pulsating through my entire body. As I recline the back of the seat down I attempt to capture any validation as to the person holding me hostage but his face is shadowed by the night sky and poor lighting surrounding us, unable to confirm my suspicions that it was indeed the man who’d given me an entire weekend of debaucherous indulgence, I submit to being at this man’s mercy almost excited as the scenario I find myself in was one of those we’d discussed only days earlier.

My seat fully reclined, this man has me pinned down and under his control, he maneuvered himself across me and at this moment I notice his face is masked but his scent is unmistakable, the same scent that has been imprinted inside me 72 hours prior and my inhibitions are lost. I succumbed to the fantasy we had both played out in our minds and were now realizing into our reality. His strong masculine hands were his first tool, one holding my throat, tightening his grip so as to muffle my breath but not so much to completely choke me out, the other being utilized as he took his time to penetrate me and demanded his little fuck toy to enjoy her punishment, the excitement of our lustful desires coming to fruition was too much and I exploded when he finally inserted himself inside me fully.

My captor unable to control himself any longer, exploded inside me with such excitement and force I could feel each pulsation exiting his body. He removes himself from inside me only to whisper again to me “my dirty little girl enjoyed that didn’t she, another box ticked off our list”.

He whipped his mask off his concealed face to reveal that smirk I’d fallen for in his profile picture and kissed me with such vigor at the excitement that he’d succeeded in carrying out such a depraved fantasy for us both.