Note: fantasies
While most of my posts are non-fiction, this one is not. My husband and I frequently share role-playing to spice-up our sex lives, and I've often shared some of my early fantasies with him when we do. He suggested I compile my early sexual fantasies into a story and submit it as a post here. I've outgrown many of these but still remember them well and how I enjoyed play-acting in my mind as a younger girl. This is a first installment of my alter-ego, Cleo. If it's well received, I will follow it with others. Thanks for my "favored author and stories" fans of previous posts.
Additionally, the fantasies in the stories below are those of a much younger and inexperienced person who had never had anal sex, nor done much else in the way of sex. I found later in life that anal sex is not for me, the fantasy being much better than the actual act itself. I still love being submissive up to a point, and being bound sometimes is a real turn-on for both me and my husband when roleplaying. Fantasies don't always live up to their expectations.
Cleo
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Cleo was only half-awake, the drone of the engines lulling her to sleep. The conference was finally over and she would be glad to get home to Mike, forget the nightmare of the past few days. After the night with Ralph and the ugly giant, they hadn't come back the next two nights. On the third night, Cleo knew she and Ralph would leave the hotel around 1:00 a.m. to catch their flight. The last day, the conference lasted until only 10:00 a.m. so she went back to her room. Almost three days since Ralph had visited her, and Cleo was ready to climb the walls already.
She tried calling his room, but no answer. Taking the elevator to the next floor, she quietly moved down the hallway, stopping to stand just outside Ralph's door. She could hardly breath, legs shaking, hand trembling as she reached to knock. What am I doing here? she thought. Am I that much of a slut that I will go to a man's hotel room to get laid? Control yourself!
She tapped timidly. She tapped harder. No answer. As she turned to leave, fighting back a soft sob, the door opened. "Why, if it isn't my little ass-slut," Ralph said. "Whatever do you want?"
"Please," she muttered timidly. "I need you." Then remembering, she said, "I need your cock. Please Ralph. Please?"
Laughing softly, Ralph unzipped his pants, and pulled a limp cock out. "Well, hurry it up before somebody comes by," he said with a smirk.
"H . . .here?"
"Hurry up, or go back to your room!"
She'd quickly knelt and engulfed his entire length in a single try. He'd cum quickly, but she had not. He had practically slammed the door in her face when she was done. Remembering now, she felt her face flaming as she dropped off, once more lulled to sleep by the plane's engines. They were seated near the back of the sparsely populated airplane. The redeye special, Cleo thought bitterly as she slipped into sleep. The cheap little bastard could afford first-class.
She was still dozing several hours later, suddenly awakened by Ralph's pudgy hands touching her crotch through her silk panties. The half-empty plane was completely dark, only the small light glowing up where the flight attendants sat. The only other source of lighting was the small lights dimly illuminating a path down the center of the plane. Sleepily, she groaned in disgust and attempted to shove his hands away. He persisted until, finally resigned to his advances, she laid her head back against the seat, closing her eyes.
For fucks sake, just leave me alone, she thought. Please just leave me alone!
She hadn't cum that afternoon in the hotel hallway when Ralph did, and she'd been terribly aroused by the oral sex she'd performed on him. After only a moment of Ralph's insistent manipulations, Cleo's legs slowly slipped apart and she felt Ralph's stubby fingers forcing their way past the elastic band, slipping easily into her wet snatch. She groaned softly and Ralph chuckled. His zipper was loud as she watched him pull his inflated cock into view. She felt his hand slip behind her head and apply pressure.
"Please, Ralph," she whispered frantically, flicking her eyes toward the lone occupant of the seat across from them, a large overweight black man who appeared to be sleeping. The plane was about half-filled and almost everyone else appeared asleep. More pressure from Ralph's hands forced her head forward. Sighing deeply, she lowered her mouth and swallowed his hard cock. She didn't look up after that, just thankful no one had to visit the lavatory. Soon, she was completely lost in the sucking and licking, just savoring the cock in her mouth.
Ralph hadn't fucked her that afternoon in the hallway and her pussy was gushing, making her thighs wet as she rubbed them together. After only a few moments, Ralph coated her mouth with thick hot cum. Cleo moaned softly, disappointed it was over so quickly. Raising her head, she wiped her mouth with the back of her slender hand, wanting more. Her thighs were drenched in her own juices, and she desperately needed Ralph to fuck her. Just do it, right there on the darkened plane. She watched in disappointment as he smiled, stuffing his deflated cock back inside his pants.
"Ralph," she said pleadingly.
"Sorry, Hon. Gotta get some sleep."
Startled, she suddenly glimpsed movement from the man in the seat across the isle - the one she'd thought was sleeping. He was slowly stroking a gigantic black cock, silently staring at her in the dimness.
"Go ahead, my little ass-slut," Ralph whispered, sniggering softly. "Go get it. You know you want to."
