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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I finally finished my erotic fantasy story and thought I'd share it here. It is originally in 3 parts but I'll try to make it fit here.
THIS POST IS A CNC SCENE. DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.
Today has sucked!
The meetings all sucked... this town sucks... this hotel sucks!
Another gin and maybe it'll all suck just a little less.
The bar is busy and noisy for a small hotel and I sit alone at the bar, looking every bit the classy but sexy business women. Perched carefully on a stool, with my peachy arse hanging just a little off the edge, legs crossed so that the hem of my skirt rides a little higher, ever so discreetly, across my thighs. The slightest hint of pretty lace stocking top just peeking below the hem. And as I lean in to the bar to order another drink I can briefly feel the cool air on bare skin as my skirt reveals a quick flash of arse cheek. I more than aware that people can see, the idea both excites and embarrasses in equal parts. The warm wetness between my tightly pressed thighs makes me blush as I can feel the arousal in my breath. I close my eyes, sighing lightly.
A sudden touch startles me back to reality. A firm but gentle pressure in the small of my back, not moving, just holding quite still. I hold still in response, unable to take a breath. Daring neither to turn and look, or move in any way to cover my, now quite exposed, backside.
Drinks are ordered, but I'm not paying much attention. My mind focused solely on the hand, still resting firmly. It feels like an eternity and every second I feel myself becoming smaller and more vulnerable. My thoughts collapsing inside of themselves as I forget how to breathe. Then suddenly it's gone. A short pause, a shudder and I breath. A smell of warmth and a delicious scent lingers in the air and I fight the urge to close my eyes and breath it in. Instead I foolishly turn to catch a glimpse of him casually walking back to his table, seemingly unaware of the intense affect those hands have had on my body.
As he takes his seat to rejoin his friends our eyes meet. Horrified I try to turn away but for some reason I'm unable to for a moment. Feeling extremely embarrassed now I shuffle uncomfortably on my stool, readjusting my skirt and willing my face to stop flushing. Focusing on my drink in some vain attempt to now shut out the rest of the room. *What the hell was that!*
*Bitch... seriously... WTF are you playing at!*
One too many perhaps? I swirl my glass, the ice clinking, before taking a quick glance around the room. If anyone noticed how flushed and aroused I was they weren't letting on.
*Way to go girl... keep it cool*
*Just finish your drink and go to your room like nothing happened*
Stepping carefully and gracefully from the stool I take a second to adjust my skirt. I briefly consider removing my heels. I'm not sure whether I think that would help me escape quicker and quieter or whether it's because it's actually been a long day and I'm done with it now. Glad to be away from the noise of the bar and into the quiet corridor my mind starts to wander, still quite aroused I daydream thoughts of a hot shower and rolling my wet nipples between my fingers, my thighs wanting to press and rub tighter together at the thought.
I slide my card and start to push open the door. My breath stops... I cannot speak... I cannot move... a chill spreads quickly across my body and down my arms pricking up my hairs. I feel the firm but familiar pressure in the small of my back and freeze.
*What's wrong with you?*
*Turn and slap the prick! How dare he?*
The hand moves, slowly tracing up my spine, barely touching and yet it feels like electricity. His fingertips reach the back of neck and my head rolls slowly and involuntarily to one side and as my eyes close briefly. Seconds feel like minutes and then suddenly I feel I can move again. Just as I begin to turn, finally with just enough fear subsiding to attempt to confront this intruder, his fingers move quickly. Entwined in my hair they grasp tightly and he steps forward, silently pushing the door and knocking me very slightly off balance.
*Fucking heels*
I gasp... one long deep gasp before fear once again takes my breath. Swiftly and without missing a step, and by some miracle without me tripping over my stupid heels, I find my face pressed into the cold, hard wall of my room. Both palms flat from some vain, pathetic attempt to stop myself from being pushed deeper into the cold surface.
One hand still grasping tightly in my hair his other hand tugs at my blouse until that electric touch meets with my bare and tingling skin from beneath the hem. Then that same familiar pressure in the small of my back, this time holding me firmly in place. I consider pushing back but find myself feeling strangely relieved that his grip is firm enough to keep me from toppling over and twisting my ankle. With a smooth kick of his foot I lose one shoe and then the other as my feet are knocked further apart. A million thoughts start to fill my panicking mind but all are betrayed and replaced with shame at the obvious signs of my earlier arousal. He can smell it, I'm sure.
He brings his face in closer and I feel his breath as it tickles my neck just below my right ear. I expect him to speak.
*Just say something.*
*Anything*
Instead he simply breathes in my scent, like an animal stalking its prey.
I try to turn my head to see. He places one hand firmly on my throat, fingertips pressing into my jawline and I turn my whole body to face him in response. Held, back against the wall, now warmed from the touch of my breasts.
One hand begins pulling at my blouse and I feel the buttons popping one by one. With a hungry groan he takes hold of each breast, roughly squeezing each one in turn.
He leans in and his lips meet mine as he pushes his tongue deeply, savagely, into my mouth. Biting my bottom lip as his his fingers grip each nipple, rolling it tightly between his fingertips. Pulling and rolling the nipple then rubbing it beneath his palm before moving across to the next.
Eyes closed, a stifled moan escapes against his lips as his hand slides down towards my soaking wet cunt. The musky yet sweet scent surrounds my senses as if his touch has just released it into the air; I can almost taste it. I breathe deeply, chest heaving with each breath, eyes still closed as his fingers find their way deep between my thighs. My head lulls back resting now on the wall as my body defies my will and begins to surrender to his touch.
My mind aches to resist and yet, with shame, this feels so good. The fear still hanging in the distance, being held just far enough away now to allow my body to adjust to the adrenaline and my senses to slowly begin to return. I slowly open my eyes as his fingers trace over my labia and skim repeatedly across my clit, barely touching as my wanton cunt attempts to lean in closer, aching for for more. I struggle to take in much of the room as his hand holds just firmly enough across my throat, his thumb stroking rhythmically along my jaw and down the side of my neck.
A movement at the other side of the room shocks another hit of adrenaline and my heart feels as though it stops before suddenly thudding back to life, beating faster, the sound of blood swooshing quickly through my ears. Eyes wide as the fear grips once more. I freeze, hold my breath and listen as hard as I can. I hear breathing, not mine, heavy and slightly growling. My eyes trying to desperately work out the dark shape at the back of the room. Watching as it moves and changes shape, splitting into not two but three dark figures.
My eyes dart towards the man standing in front of me. The terror in them clear as I force the words to form and plead.
*Please.*
*Please, don't hurt me*
Both his hands grip my shoulders and I feel as though my whole body is beginning to get smaller.
His eyes locked to mine we take quick, small steps he guides me away from the wall and towards the centre of the room.
From the corner of my eye I see shadowy figures moving in the dark and I feel as though I am hunted, surrounded with no escape.
A new scent. Hot and sweaty. Another pair of hands take hold of both arms, not gripping like the first but sliding downwards, taking with them the soft, creamy fabric of my blouse. The silky, smoothness making the hairs on my arms prickle as a light breeze simultaneously kisses at my bare skin. I shudder as the strange new hands reach mine and my blouse falls to the floor behind me. One large hand gripping both my tiny wrists, holding them momentarily in place. The other moving swiftly to my bra, unhooking it one impressive go. There are no words, no sounds but that of heavy breathing . Standing silently before this man, his eyes devouring mine like a Wolf filled with a desire to feast on my flesh. I feel the warm breath of the stranger behind me as he moves in. Wrapping his thick, strong arm around my shoulder he pulls me closer and I feel a sudden sharp pain as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. I let out a cry and as I do so the Wolf steps back and the rest of his pack surround my flailing, panicking body. Both new strangers take hold of a leg and I'm no longer standing, legs shaking, fingers grasping at anything within reach. My fear of falling overtakes my mind and I am certain I will pass out any second. The adrenaline once again hits hard, no words will form and I fight to control every breath I take as my head spins. And then I am down, I feel the softness of the bed beneath me, hands pawing at my warm skin. One hand, two hands, three, I just don't know anymore. Hands groping and squeezing every inch of my body, mouths kissing and biting indiscriminately at my breasts and thighs. I lose track of who is where and the sensations overpower all sense what is happening, panic starts to sweep and I close my eyes and fight against the hands that hold me. Just as an overwhelmed scream begins to leave my lips a familiar scent fills the air around me and I open my eyes. As the Wolf gently strokes my face, attempting to soothe and silence my fear his hand finds its way once again deep between my thighs. This time sinking one by one into my throbbing, swollen cunt. Moving slowly, my hips arching up to meet each delicious thrust. A rhythm building, one that I try to break by twisting my hips away before surrendering completely as the pace of the thrusting fingers quickens and cunt begins to grasp and buck in response. Head back, hanging just off the edge of the bed, mouth slightly parted, a deep groan leaves my throat. My body tenses, hands tightly holding down my writhing arms as I fight to keep control of my orgasm. But fuck it feels so good, my cunt drawing in his fingers, greedy, wanting. I know that I wont be able to hold it much longer. I lift my head and unable to speak I look him in the eyes, pleading with him to make it stop. I can't bear it any longer. One hand on my throat pressing firmly as my eyes begin to roll, and my head feels hot and floaty.
Finally he speaks. Releasing my grip on my throat as he does.
*You are my slut now. And you will cum for me*
For a second my body stills and I know that I have lost this fight. My orgasm builds deep inside and my cunt surrenders to it. Legs shaking, hips holding tightly as my cunt releases it's warm juices into his hand. His hand that be brings immediately to my face wiping my juices across my lips, pushing his fingers into my mouth. I suck them clean and he pushes them further into my mouth making me splutter and gag. My mouth filling with slick saliva as he continues pushing his fingers down into my throat. I want to fight against it but I cannot move, both arms still held tightly and I'm spent and exhausted, my body still pulsating from my orgasm.
The smell of cock close by my face. The silky smooth head stroking my cheek. I gasp as he releases his fingers from my mouth only to be quickly replaced by a thick, swollen cock. I cannot suck or lick or delicately nibble away. The cock fills my mouth, the head pushing against my throat as I struggle to swallow it. Holding still as I gasp for air. The cock pulls out bringing with it thick, slippery salvia that drips from the corners of my mouth. Satisfied groan and grunts fill the room as this stranger fucks my face, pushing his cock deeper and faster into my throat.
Consumed it takes a moment to notice as thick fingers find their way back to my cunt, followed a satisfying warmth as my she opens and swells around the cock that is pushing it's way inside. The cock stills and holds for a moment as my cunt twitches against the fullness.
Both cocks thrusting deeply, finding their own rhythm. The sound of grunts and throaty growls fills the room. Gagged and muffled groans of both pleasure and pain escaping occasionally from my throat. My body begins to erupt in uncontrollable waves of ecstasy, my mind looking down on my naked and exhausted body. No longer caring about the shame, accepting its fate as a slut to be used relentlessly.
The cock inside my mouth begins to pulse and swell. The thrusting quickens, wildly, with no thought to my need to breathe as it pushes more and more into my throat. I focus as much as I can to swallow quickly and continuously until he is spent before gasping for air as the cock finally leaves my mouth.
It takes me a moment to realise that my arms are now free and I reach out to hold the thrusting Wolf by his thighs, gripping tightly, nails cutting into his flesh, as he thrusts more furiously. Deeper and deeper, I start to think I will rip in two but I no longer care. At last he stills and let's out a long deep growling moan, his cock pulsing deep inside as he fills my cunt with his hot cum. I hold still, my fingers still gripping at his thighs until he collapses onto my chest, his head resting in my breasts. I twist one hand gently in his hair the other on his shoulder and allow him to rest a moment.
As I look around the room I realise that we are now alone. The pack has left and all that remains is the scent of sweat and sex. A slight chill in the air.
I grab the edge of the duvet and pull it around us. Both spent and sedate, it is time to rest.
I lightly kiss his hair. And whisper.
*Thank you Sir*
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