Where bitches, whores and sluts learn their place.
Objectifying women is what we do best.
Where female equals fuck meat.
She lay there, nervously, impatiently, on the bed, naked but for her stilettos and a makeshift blindfold. She was waiting for his arrival. She had never met him. She did not know who he was and had no idea when she would find out.
It all started when she received an erotic story via an anonymous e-mail from someone claiming to be a secret admirer. An e-mail exchange had followed which involved her trying to guess who he may be and him sending more erotic stories without giving any clues as to his identity.
Finally he had agreed to meet her but under strict conditions. She was to lay face up on the bed, dressed just as she was now. One of her flatmates would open the door and let him in and direct him to her room.
Suddenly, a ring on the doorbell interrupted her train of thought. All of her nervousness amplified. Was she making a mistake? Agreeing to sex with a total stranger? Except he obviously wasn’t a stranger. He knew her. It may have been someone she detested. Or it may have been someone she lusted after. Either way he was about to have sex with her while she had no idea who he was.
Supposing it was someone in her office. How could she go to work on Monday? Knowing that every time she walked past he would be smiling to himself, knowingly. And that every time a male colleague walked past she would wonder.
She lay there trembling. There was a knock at her bedroom door. She placed the fingers of one hand against her sex and began to play as she had been instructed.
“Come in,” she tried to say, but nothing came out. She cleared her throat. “Come in,” she said, audibly this time.
She heard the door open and close and footsteps approach the bed. For almost a minute she heard nothing but breathing, his and her own, her fingers working furiously between her legs as she listened. Then a hand touched her left breast. She shuddered, with fear and excitement. She felt a tongue touch the nipple and play for a second before lips closed around it. The lips and tongue gently caressed her nipple. She felt fingers close around the right one.
She couldn’t seem to stop her shivering even though the room was not cold. All kinds of thoughts were running through her mind. Hands and mouth were removed.
A finger touched her lips and she opened her mouth to allow it in. She sucked gently. Another finger stroked the front of her waist and slowly worked its way down. Her hand fell away from her entrance as the finger reached it and stroked its way up and down. God she wanted it inside her. And a few moments later her prayers were answered. One in her mouth and one in her hot opening.
She moaned. She felt the finger in her mouth withdraw and then felt something softer against her mouth. She turned her head to the side and opened eagerly for this new object. Soft but warm, and growing as her lips and tongue caressed. She listened to his soft groans. Within a minute there was a large erection thrusting into her mouth.
Suddenly erection and finger departed. She heard movement. The sounds of clothes being removed she thought. And then a warm naked body climbed atop her. The erection returned at her warm lower lips and gently entered her. She cried out.
She felt his hot breath against her ear. She turned to face him and felt lips press against hers. She kissed back eagerly.
“Take me,” she begged in a breathless whisper, “harder.”
He began to thrust harder and faster. She could now hear him groaning louder and more enthusiastically.
“You’re even better than I dreamed”, a voice whispered in her ear.
She struggled for recognition but it eluded her.
“Thank you,” she whispered back.
Soon she felt his thrusting grow more frantic. Their kisses grew hotter and harder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he cried.
Suddenly he pulled out of her. She heard him moving but didn’t know where.
For a few moments she wondered what was happening, then she felt something warm touch her chin, nose and cheek. It was cum. He had cum on her face.
She lay there recovering her breath. She could hear more movement. She thought she heard him getting dressed. A minute or so later he sat on the bed beside her. He kissed her on the cheek and rose from the bed. She heard footsteps and then the door. She was alone. And very happy.
