The radio was blaring some pop music song; she doesn't know what song, she wasn't really paying attention.
She was stuck in traffic on the highway after a really long week at work, she'd been pulling over time for months now and hadn't had sex in weeks, she was too tired all the time.
Oh, she was dying for some rock hard cock to pound her hot tight pussy. Just the thought of getting to suck on the fat mushroom-head of a thick cock had her pussy wet.
Her partner wasn't due to get back from overseas for a few days so she thought to herself, "God I'll have to abuse my vibrator again." While stretching her sore neck she muses, "God I could do with a bubble bath and a glass of red."
...
After drying off from her bath, she climbs into bed nude and reaches for her nightstand drawer. She reaches in and grabs her bright pink rabbit vibrator. She switches it on and off to make sure it still works.
Mmmm
she purrs as she realises there's enough battery power there to make herself cum untill she can get her hands wrapped around a real, rock hard, warm cock. Before switching it on again, her hands roam her body. She closes her eyes, and imagines her hands are some stranger's hands.
Despite having a partner, she occasionally fantasises about a random stranger, and to be totally submissive to them. To be forced by them. To have no choice. To be a slave to their every desire. To be used and abused. In her everyday life she makes a lot of decisions; for once she just wants to let all that go.
Sadly, her partner doesn't have much of a dominant streak in him to fulfil these taboo desires. She sighs at the thought and realises it'll just have to stay a fantasy.
She opens her eyes and looks down, her nipples rock hard and pointing out towards the ceiling. She feels her pussy. It's soaking wet and begging for attention. She closes her eyes again and begins to gently rub her clit and slides a finger up and down along her slit. She rolls over into the doggy position and gets her suction cup dildo and puts it against the wall and begins to fuck herself. She closes her eyes. Torn between imagining it's her partner, and a stranger from her more naughty, salacious dirty dreams; she steadily bounces back against the thick dildo.
She begins to steadily pick up the pace and the fight between her competing daydreams intensifies. To imagine a passionate session with the love of her life, or the faceless stranger dominating her in a rough sweaty fuck.
As she pounds herself against the fake cock on the wall, her breathing gets louder, she begins to moan and groan. Beads of sweat gather along her forehead.
The dream about being forced down by the stranger begins to win against the partner. She swears she hears footsteps, but just passes it off as a really good imagination and considers that it's probably the floorboards creaking as her bed moves with her as she begins to pick up the pace even more. Her rear begins to redden as it hits the wall.
She instinctively feels the hairs on the back of her neck stiffen, her gut feeling tells her someone is watching her. She begins to rub her engorged clit as she bounces against the dildo. She feels herself nearing orgasm. It feels like it will be a big one as the gut feeling hasn't gone away and she has a bit of an exhibitionist streak to her. But that's a story for another day...
The doorbell rings. She edges ever closer to orgasm. She thinks to herself that there would be no one she knows visiting at this time of night. She ignores it and keeps pounding against the wall. It rings again. She stops and swears. She hops off the bed, and as she puts on a velvety smooth kimono in front of the mirror, she observes her lithe figure. She then wipes off the sweat on her forehead and readjusts her hair. She tightens the knot on the kimono as she walks towards the front door.
As she gets closer, she wonders who it could be. She leads such a busy life that her friends and family let her organise when they see her, and she's sure her partner isn't due home for another few days. She looks at the security panel near the door and can only make out a tall male figure with a thick overcoat on. He seems to have a similar build to her partner, but something isn't right about it. It just doesn't seem like him. This man is standing tall and proud. Shoulders out. He stands with an air of authority and dominance. She sighs at the fact her man isn't like that and that the camera cannot get a good enough angle to see this man's face.
Between her cavalier attitude and her exhibitionist streak, she throws caution to the wind and opens the door. She thinks to herself: it's either her partner; or a stranger she can flash when the knot holding the kimono together 'accidentally' comes undone. Either way it's a good result.
As the door opens the male figure is slowly revealed to her, she looks up at the face and sees a wickedly cheeky grin flash across it. Her partner had arrived home early!
She squeals in delight and jumps up and hugs him, wrapping her legs around him. As she calms down, she gets off him and steps back. She is about to question why he seems different, seems so confident, authoritative and domineering. But he moves quickly. He grabs her by the arm and pulls her inside, then slams the door shut.
She is shocked by this behaviour and looks up at him and sees a sense of determination in his eyes.
He grabs her by the throat and looks into her eyes.
"Get on your damned knees and suck my cock. Its about time you put that mouth to good use."
