You and I were strangers who occasionally pass by one another on the streets. After a few times, a brief smile and nod becomes our standard greeting. We never slowed down our pace or stopped.

One day it was raining heavily and I was sheltering at the doorway of your building. The rain was really coming down hard and my clothes were getting slowly soaked. You offered for me to go up to your place until the rain stops. I was hesitant, as I didn’t know you at all. A hint of desire crept through me for just a moment as you were so sexy in your suit and shirt with the top 2 buttons undone.

With trepidation I reluctantly agreed to go up to your apartment. You made small talk as we rode up the elevator. The bell dinged at your floor. I followed 2 steps behind you as we walked down the corridor.

You opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter first. I went in the doorway and walked a few steps in, arriving at your living hall. I slowly turned round to get a better look at your place, taking in the decor. The mahogany floor, huge black leather sofa in front of me, two blown up black and white photos of wildlife and seascape adorning the walls. Undeniably masculine.

Suddenly I heard 2 quick foot steps and you were pressed up behind me, your hands gripping my arms tight at my side as you propelled me onto your couch just in front of us. I felt your hard cock against my back, with you towering over my small frame. I cried out in fear and you clamped your hand over my mouth and growled, “no one can hear your over the heavy thunderstorm”.

You roughly turned me around to face you and gripped both my wrists above my head with one hand. With the other hand you pulled up my t shirt, wet from the rain. My breasts, encased in a simple white lacy bra with my dark nipples peeking through. You wrestled the t shirt off over my head and slid the sleeves to my wrists, bunching them there and bounding them. With both your hands free, you unhooked my bra and let it be just loosened, my rounded breasts heaving with each fast breath, my nipples hard from the cold and fear. You pinched them and twisted them. I couldn’t help the feeling of lust that shot from my painful nipples to my groin. You saw the terror in my eyes as I tried to fight and get away. I was crying, and begging, and whimpering for you to let me go. You ignored my pleas. Your powerful body straddled over my legs, and with my wrists bound with my t shirt, I couldn’t get away. I was pinned under you and trapped. My short floaty skirt bunched up at my hips, exposing part of my panties.

You moved one of your leg and positioned it between my trembling thighs, your strong hand held my freed thigh in place. Your other hand ripped my panties off at the side seam on the hip. I was helpless and my smooth, waxed lips with a small thatch of hair at the top of mons was fully exposed. The lips glistening over the smooth folds the colour just a shade darker than my olive skin. You started undoing the buckle of your belt. Then unzipped your pants and pulled out your hard cock. You yanked me up to a sitting position and grabbed my hair, jerking my head up. You could see tears run down my face. Yet underneath my fear you sensed a nuance of something else. Excited, wanton desire. You sensed my desire through my fear. A heady and powerful mixture of emotions that you saw coursing through me. Your hand gentled its grip on my hair as you positioned the rounded head of your thick, hard cock at my dark pink lips. My lips remained firmly closed. Your hand reached down and grabbed my breasts. First one side, then the other. Not too big, but enough to fill your hand. As you alternated between kneading my breasts and pinching and rolling and tugging at my nipples, you looked at my face and you saw me looking up at you, my lips very slightly parted. You nudged your cock at my lips. I licked the tip of your cock with my pink tongue, then swirled around the head. Taking your cock in my mouth, stretching to fit as much of your cock as I could. You started thrusting, fucking my mouth. The heat and wetness of my mouth enveloped your cock. The rougher texture of my tongue against your frenulum. You thrusted a little more deeper, hitting the back of my throat. You could feel the reverberations of my moans against your cock. Your hand fisted in my hair to guide the movements. My lips were stretched tight over your cock. The head was hitting and opening up my throat, causing me to gag with your girth. As you fucked my mouth, controlling the rhythm and the depth, your other hand moved to my head to hold it in position. One hand on each side of my head, adjusting to position my head to look up a little higher, so your cock could fuck my throat a little deeper. The heat of my mouth, the velvety raspiness on my tongue against the smoother feel of my throat created a contrasting feeling around your cock. You could feel the tension starting to build at the base. You eased the thrusts and pulled your cock out of my mouth.

You moved to kneel between my thighs, your hands holding them wide open. When I realised what’s going to happen next, I pleaded for you to stop. You ignored my pleas. You used your fingers to push the head of your saliva-slicked cock at my pussy lips. I began to struggle. Your hands gripped my thighs, the strength of your powerful arms held my legs wide apart, my struggling was in vain as you started to push your cock between my pussy lips. The whole head of your cock was fully in and you said “I want you to play with your own tits as I fuck you”. You knew that my fear will compel me to do anything you said. I began to gingerly touch my nipples. Tugging and pinching. My nipples were hard like pebbles, I was getting aroused and there’s nothing I could do to stop my arousal. You pulled the head of your cock out of my lips and saw them glisten with my wetness. You thrusted a little deeper each time, and soon your whole shaft was slick with my juices. The air around us was heavy with lust. You fucked me steadily. Controlled strokes of your cock fucking my pussy. It fitted like a tight warm glove around your cock. My pussy lips stretched around your thick cock, the pussy wall gripped tightly around you. You could see the tip of my clit peeking out from under the hood. You grazed that nubbin with your shaft as you pounded my pussy faster and faster. I began to struggle once again. You slapped my tits, one after the other. That shocked me into stillness. As you thrusted, I tried to struggle again. This time, you spanked my inner thighs, sharp painful spanks that left red marks of your hand on the sensitive skin. I stopped struggling. You looked my body filmed in a thin layer of sweat, red marks on my tits and thighs, my eyes wide with plethora of emotions that you couldn’t read, small involuntary gasps and moans escaping from my lips, your cock tunnelling into my pussy, you felt that heavy tension began to tightened from your lower belly to the base of your balls. Tighter and tighter as you thrusted faster. You felt the urge building. Every part of your hip and upper thighs flexed as the sensations that engulfed your cock was at the very precipice. You felt me starting to cum against my will, my pussy pulsating and tightening around your cock. That pushed you over the edge and you emptied your seed deep inside me, barely being able to control the movement of your hips, slowing down as the tension started to ease off. You pulled away from my body, sat down on the floor and leaned back, seeing your cum oozing out of my lips, and how you took control and forced me into submission, making me your possession.

A smile slowly start to form on my face. “Hi, I’m Dee”.