I had lost my virginity at a young age and usually used it as a coping mechanism when things weren’t going well for me. I recognised that, but never did anything to help myself. I was having problems in almost every area of my life. Things weren’t going well for me financially, romantically, or professionally. Maybe that’s what brought me to the parking lot. I had found myself in a rut and the excitement from the previous week offered me a way to break the cycle I was in. It brought me something new and exciting. Although I was no stranger to sex, my sexual escapades usually ended with quickies in the back of a stranger’s car or with a premature business man. The were boring and not particularly enjoyable.
It was a Friday night and I went back to the parking lot. I promised myself that this would be the last time I stood in there waiting for him. I hoped that fate was kind and would bring him to me. I was not disappointed. I recognized the BMW before it parked. I was tempted to start walking over, but decided it would be better to wait until he came for me. Maybe he wasn’t even there for me. There were plenty of bars nearby, and other girls canvassed this lot. He did walk over to me though.
“Can I help you?” He asked me as he had the previous two times. This time neither of us had to say anymore. I just walked to his car.
I sat in the passenger seat once again. I left my legs parted, wanting his hand in between them. I was already anticipating the events to come, and hoping that I would play more of a part in pleasuring his wife. He reached his hand in between my legs and his fingers were met by my skin. Remembering the last time, I had decided not to wear panties.
He smiled. “Good girl.”
He didn’t touch me anymore though. He just pulled some black material from his blazer pocket. A blindfold. He reached over and fastened it around my eyes.
“We are going someplace different tonight, and I don’t want you to know where.”
This frightened me. From our previous encounters, I could see that he had the potential to be very brutal. I already knew where he lived, where could he be taking me? What was more private than his own house? I thought my nervousness would have kept me on edge the whole journey, but I was tired and the movement of the car soon lulled me to sleep. I didn’t know how long we had been driving for when the man pulled over and stopped the car. I imagined that we had gotten to our destination.
He reached between my legs and began to rub my clit with one hand. His hands were large and he was rough. He rubbed my clit so hard, I wasn’t sure whether he was doing it more for his pleasure or mine. I was hardly receiving any pleasure from the pressure he was applying on me. I fidgeted trying to get away from his hand, but the seat belt locked me in place.
“Softer please.” I moaned.
While playing with my clit he reached his other fingers to my pussy and began rubbing there as well. “I think you are enjoying this.” He said, referring to how wet I was. “And I don’t care whether you enjoy this or not.”
He slapped me. I gasped. Not sure whether it scared me, or excited me. He quickly plunged two fingers into me, and after one thrust added the other two. He pressed four fingers into me hard and quick, ramming me back into the car seat. It felt so good to feel him there, but I wanted his cock.
“Oh god!” I moaned involuntarily. My whole body shook as I came close to orgasming. I forgot that I had no idea where we were. For all I knew we could have been parked on a street with pedestrians looking at us through the windows. This only heightened my excitement.
He could tell I was getting close. I knew he could. He grabbed my hair with his other hand and withdrew his hand from me. He pulled my hair away from him, so my cheek was fully exposed.
Slap.
He hit me again. “I told you this isn’t for your enjoyment bitch.” He thrust his fingers into my mouth and I sucked them. They were sticky from being inside me and I licked myself off of him. He thrust his fingers into my mouth one last time. I gagged and coughed. He took them out and I heard him rummaging around looking for something. I felt him grab my wrists. He pulled them over my head and tied them together. He then tied the end of the rope around my neck. I couldn’t move them. The pressure on my shoulders was almost immediately unbearable, but if I tried to move them, the rope would dig into my neck, making it impossible to breathe.
I could feel him watching me for a moment, enjoying my torment. Then he turned the ignition on once again. We weren’t there. We kept going, but this time I couldn’t sleep the pain in my shoulders and neck prevented me from doing so. We must have been getting close to somewhere, or at least I hoped we were. I wasn’t sure how much longer I would have been able to endure the pain.
We must have pulled off of the motorway. The road was not as smooth and he was driving much slower. Time was going by slowly, although I didn’t really have much sense of it. I don’t know if it was a matter of minutes, or hours, but eventually he stopped again. This time he opened the door after turning off the ignition. I just had to sit patiently and wait for him. He walked around the car to my side and opened the door. He pulled me out of the car by my arms, causing the rope to cut into my skin. He led me somewhere. I was walking on some sort of dirt, but after a few steps I was walking on wood. After a few more paces, he let go of me. I was suddenly afraid. He could walk away from me and I would have no idea where I was. I would be unable to see and unable to move. I had guessed we were in some sort of forest or something. I knew we must have been in the middle of nowhere. I could get stuck out there.
My fears were soothed when I heard him put a key into a lock. We were near a building and he wasn’t leaving me. He jerked me through the door way and led me through the building. I nearly tripped a few times over my own feet. He was walking quickly which didn’t allow time for me to be cautious. I began gasping for air. My breathing had become shallow, because that was all I could manage with the rope around me.
We walked through a doorway. I could tell because I had knocked into it on my way in. He pushed me onto the bed and left me there. I had heard him walk out of the room. I lay on my side giving me some relief from the pressure exerted on my limbs, but I was still uncomfortable. A searing pain was now ripping through my shoulders. I thought I was going to cry, but I just waited. Waited for one of them. I had hoped Ceciline was there too, but I hadn’t heard her yet.
He then walked back in and untied me. I let my arms drop to my side. The relief was immense. I moved my shoulders around, trying to shake off the tenseness. I was still blindfolded and could see nothing of my surroundings. I tried to find a comfortable position to sit in, but it was difficult, so I kept fidgeting, My neck was sore and my arms ached. I was sick of waiting though, I wanted something to happen. I wanted to know what I would be in for. I felt him touch my legs, then his hand moved up my thigh. Each hand grabbed my thigh and he moved my legs apart. I repositioned myself so I was lying flat on my back. I felt him tie something around each of my ankles. The rope must have been tied to something else because my legs were pulled firmly apart and were prevented from closing.
My skirt was no longer pulled down and I was exposed was completely exposed to him. I then felt cold metal again skin, but I couldn’t place what the object was, until I heard it cutting through the material of shirt.
“Oh please don’t cut them. I can take them off.” I managed to find his arm and tried to stop them from moving.
Slap.
I got my answer. I didn’t have a lot of money and I didn’t have a change of clothes. I didn’t want to be left to go home naked. I guess I didn’t have an option, but I still didn’t let go of his arms.
“Don’t worry, you won’t be needing these. You’ll be making enough money tonight to buy new ones. Now let go of me, or I may be cutting something other than your clothes.”
I removed my hands and sighed as he cut away my bra, skirt and shirt. I felt the pieces of material fall away from my body as he did so. He then removed them from my body and he must of put them somewhere near the bed, because his weight on the mattress only shifted, he never got up. He was sitting next to me, a hand on my stomach. I felt the need to cover myself, although he had already seen all there was to see. He yanked my arms away from my body and let them fall to the mattress. He traced his fingers all over my body. His fingers kept a constant speed, not lingering to touch any part of me. I no longer thought of Ceciline. She may have been in the back of my mind, but her husband was most definitely in the front of it. I know longer thought of my aching muscles, just of how much I wanted to feel his cock inside of me and how much I wanted to feel his cum dripping down my thigh.
“Fuck me.” Those two little words escaped my mouth before I was able to stop them. They were repeatedly being said in my head.
Slap.
When his slap landed on my face, it caught the edge of the blindfold, lowering the material slightly. If I strained I could see out of the top, but only barely. I managed to catch a glimpse of the wood panelled walls and the white ceiling before he resecured the material; blinding me once again.
“Don’t speak!” He barked at me.
I felt him climb atop of me, his legs straddling my abdomen. His crotch brushed my bare stomach. He was no longer clothed. I had expected him to be dressed. He grabbed both of my tits with his hand and pulled on them. My upper body was wrenched off the bed towards his. A guttural sound escaped me; it felt as though my breasts were being pulled away from my body. He put one hand at the back of my head and pulled me forward. This caused my neck to bend and I felt his cock graze my cheek. He pressed it into my lips which I parted to make room for him. He thrust his shaft deep into my mouth. I immediately gagged and tried to pull back. His hand gripped my head firmly and allowed no such action.
It was difficult to breathe and I was worried I would suffocate. Breathing from my mouth was close to impossible. I tried to breathe through my nose, but found it difficult as he continued to thrust into me. I lay in his hands; his rag doll. I had no control over the situation and let him feed my mouth. My teeth scraped against him several times, my mouth not quite able to open wide enough to accommodate his girth.
I tried to mutter something to him, a plea of help, but he continued to face fuck me. Without warning, he let go of me, my body dropped to the bed, and my head bounced off the mattress. I lay still for a moment, trying to regain my breath. Then panic overcame me. I reached up to my blindfold and began clawing at it. It was on much tighter than I had thought. I tried to pull my legs away, by they were fastened in place.
That’s when I felt her. Her hands on mine. They were soothing, and I suddenly felt safe knowing she was there. She untied my legs allowing them to be free again. I fought the urge to jump out of bed.
“Shhhh.” she whispered. “Just relax, it’s all okay. You’re okay.”
I put my hands down. Satisfied that I would be taken care of. I lay on my back as Ceciline took her hands away from mine. I reached out again for hers, but they had already disappeared. I worried she had left, but had faith that she wouldn’t.
“So, you need my whore of a wife to comfort you? You pathetic little girl.” He spat at me.
I felt ashamed. I didn’t want them to see me as weak. I wasn’t a weak person, I was strong. Or at least I convinced myself I was. No, surely I was, after all I had been through.
He was still straddling me. I felt his large hands grip either side of me and turn me over so I was lying on my stomach. I feared he was going to penetrate my ass, just as he had done to Ceciline the previous meeting. My body tensed fearing the worse as I had heard him fiddle around with something; a condom.
He placed a hand on each thigh and spread my legs. I felt the tip of his sheathed cock on my pussy. I felt immensely relieved as he began to penetrate me. At first his movements were slow, as though he was having some trouble entering me. Once he established a rhythm he sped up. With each thrust my body was thrust forward, only to be pulled closer to him by his giant hands. He placed a hand atop my head and drove my face into the mattress. It stifled my moans as he continued to pound me.
I lifted my hips, hoping he would have a better angle. His cock glided deeper inside me. I thought of Ceciline watching us, if she was still there. I didn’t want her to see my enjoyment while I was being fucked by her husband. I wanted her there with me. Guiding him. Enjoying this with me. Maybe she was. Maybe she liked watching her husband fuck other women, but I had a feeling this was for him.
He reached under my body and gripped my breasts. I turned my newly free head to the side and gulped in as much air as I could. My chest was no longer tight and my lungs were thankful for the break.
I felt myself nearing the edge. My muscles tightened as I came close to an orgasm. I knew he was able to tell. I thought he was going to pull out of me again before I came. He didn’t though. He continued to pound me. I dug my fingers into the bed sheets. My orgasm was much louder than I had intended and my entire body shook. He continued to fuck me as my body went limp.
He began grunting as he continued to fuck me. He lowered his body to mine, so his chest was against my bare back. His thrusts sped up before slowly stopping. I hadn’t felt it, but could tell he had come in me. He withdrew from me and stood up. He turned me around and thrust my jaw open. He stuffed a few bills in my mouth before slapping my pussy and walking away.
I lay on the bed utterly exhausted for a few moments, before reaching up and taking the money out of mouth. I threw it to the side, not wanting it. My lower lip trembled as I neared tears. Not really sure why. It wasn’t for my aching body, but more for my pained soul. I had enjoyed it though.
I felt her wrap her arms around me. She must have been in the room the whole time. I began to cry as she pulled me towards her. My head lay comfortably on her chest. I wrapped my arm around her chest. She kissed the top of my head.
“It’s okay sweetie. There’s no reason to feel bad for enjoying it.”
I fell asleep with my blindfold still on. I didn’t get to see Ceciline that night. Feeling her next to me was comforting enough though.
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