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."
She drew back, staring out the window, trying to chase the arousing sight from her memory. Minutes dragged by before she slowly turned back to see the man still administering to his bloated cock.
"Go ahead and do it," Ralph whispered hoarsely again. "We both know you're a slut. You want it."
Oh, she did want it. She did! Why she had suddenly developed this overwhelming desire to be used, she couldn't understand. All she knew was that she craved the feeling she got afterward, when she lay there wet and sticky, full of their expelled juices and totally exhausted, her orifices aching from the pounding they'd just received. Cleo fought against it, knowing in the end that she'd eventually lose.
Giving up at last, she hurriedly crawled over Ralph's lap, glancing up and down the long walkway. It was empty. The black man didn't say anything as she settled into the seat beside him, starring hungrily at his thick meat for an instant before she slid her hungry mouth over the head of the first black cock she had ever seen. The man grunted in surprise, and heaved upward, shoving it down her willing throat. It was delicious.
Every bit as large as the giant Al's had been, Cleo struggled to engulf it all. Even though she desperately wanted it all she was unsuccessful, but kept trying until she felt the man's hands pulling her up to straddle him. He was strong, lifting her by her ass cheeks and positioning her over his stiff cock. Hastily, she pulled her soaked panties to one side, allowing him access to her steaming pussy. His hard cock pushed against her lips insistently, wanting inside. Slowly, cautiously, she settled back on it, letting it penetrate her soft belly.
She nearly screamed with pleasure when it finally hit bottom, but he hurriedly pulled her head to his face, crushing her mouth against his to keep her quiet. Eagerly she took his thick tongue, sucking hungrily as though it too were a large cock.
The cock was splitting her in half but she was rapidly growing used to it, grinding her ass downward against his hairy belly to get more of it inside her. She was truly a slut now - a little whore who fucked black strangers in the back of a dark plane. How would she ever be able to face Mike again without showing her guilt? On top of that, she was in her fertile period. She'd stopped taking the pill months ago because she and Mike wanted a baby. She hadn't even brought them along on the trip. What would she do if she had a little Ralph? Or worse, what if it was black? How would she explain something so obvious? The degradation of it all, only helped to speed her toward an awesome climax. That wonderful feeling of having been used.
She didn't last long, letting out with a small squeal as she came, the black man frantically crushing his mouth against hers to keep her silent. She felt the huge cock twitch once, again, and then begin to spurt, time-after-time, deep inside her churning belly. That caused her to go over the edge again - then, once more . . . sticky and warm, coating her thighs, running into the crack of her clinching butt-cheeks . . . nasty. It was so nasty. Right at that moment, she didn't care if she did get a black baby,. Nothing but this feeling of being debased mattered. She'd worry later. All that was important right now was the wave-after-wave of climax carrying her toward complete bliss.
Finally exhausted, she lay against the man's wide chest and slept. After a while he gently shook her, kissed her mouth tenderly, whispering that they were getting ready to land. Without having to be told this time, she willingly cleaned his limp dick with her mouth and scurried back to her own seat. As she settled in, she heard Ralph chuckling softly, hating him for it. At the baggage area she saw Ralph and the man talking and exchanging business cards.
Waking in her own bed for the first time in days, Cleo was glad to get back home, but try as she might her mind was never far from the events of the past week. It'd strike her right in the middle of something and at first, if Mike was handy, she'd try to seduce him. Her aggressiveness did little more than confuse him at first, seeming to make him outright angry sometimes, so she'd finally quit doing it. Whenever she was overcome with visions of Ralph, Al or the black man using her, and the strange hunger began eating away at her core, she'd hide in the bathtub masturbating savagely with her toy for hours. It didn't help much. Neither did Ralph, who seemed to be ignoring her ever since their return. She told herself that was fine with her, but in secret she longed for the fulfillment only this toad of a little man seemed able to provide.
After a week she was ready to climb the walls, attempting to catch his eye over the copy machine to no avail. She was wet constantly, resorting to taking a spare pair of panties to work in her purse. Mark making love to her didn't help. It wasn't just the sex she needed. It had to be accompanied with . . . distain . . . humiliation . . . that certain nastiness provided whenever Ralph used and then rudely discarded her. He continued to ignore her all week, adding to her sexual frustration. One morning she was told to take some papers to his office and upon arrival, found him seated behind his desk, all business. She laid the stack on his large wooden desk and waited.
