Marilyn And Robert The Beginning

(As Marilyn lay there, thinking of the events of Tuesday past, she couldn't help but become aroused. She suddenly became aware of the weight of the thin sheet on her nipples. Her pubic area became a fraction warmer than it had been a moment ago. The cool air coming in from the open window touched upon a fresh sheen of sweat just beginning to appear on her collar bone. She knew she would never meet anyone like him again, and she wasn't entirely sure she wanted too.)

The man had arrived in town just that day, or at least that's what he told her. He didn't know his way around the city and was running late for an appointment. Marilyn didn't usually speak to strangers, but she knew exactly where he said he was going, so she stopped for a brief second to give him directions. All he had to do was take a left at the end of the block and a right two streets down. After relaying this information, Marilyn proceeded along her way.

She was shocked to see this same man at the market that night on her way home. He approached her to thank her for the help earlier in the day. Immediately, Marilyn was uncomfortable. When he asked her name, she lied. She slipped away as quickly as she could and completed her shopping for the evening. As she waited in line, the same man was behind her. Finally, she turned and asked if he was following her. She was half kidding and half serious, but it was a good way to bring a possibly dangerous situation to everyone's attention without acting like a school girl.

At first Robert looked a bit taken aback, almost emotionally hurt. He told her he was not following her and that it was just a coincidence. He gave her his name and apologized for making her uncomfortable. After her transaction, Marilyn felt compelled to explain herself to this stranger. She told him she felt silly for being so paranoid. Robert said she could make it up to him by buying him a drink sometime and started to walk away. Before he got too far, Marilyn was surprised to hear herself say "Now is as good a time as any!"

After four White Russians and some pretty manipulative conversation, Marilyn found herself inviting Robert into her home. He quickly had her blouse unbuttoned and his tongue in her mouth. Marilyn became afraid for her life. Robert pushed her down on the couch onto her back. She looked at him and pleaded for him to leave now. He knelt in front of her with his hands on her upper arms. He looked directly into her eyes and explained to her that he had gone a long time without a woman. As he leaned in to devour her neck, he whispered "You are so very beautiful, I will have a hard time controlling myself."

Somehow, Marilyn let the fear take over. She rationalized the idea of having sex with this stranger. She thought if she complied, he would leave and this horrible event would be over. But was it really all that horrible? His mouth on her neck felt wonderful. He was biting and sucking and ravaging her neck as he held her firmly in his grasp. Robert wasn't actually hurting her that much, he was just not letting her move. She decided this might be an adventure after all; no matter how afraid she was.

(As Marilyn tried to remember every detail of that first night, her hands started to linger about her belly. She traced her left index finger up and over her erect nipple. Circling the areola, pinching the pink stiffness, her memories continued. A chill ran up her spine and she shivered at the mental image of Robert's face, directly in front of hers, telling her what she was about to do for him.)

The things Robert explained to her at that moment were things Marilyn had never fantasized about before. After he told them to her in that way however, it felt as though all her fantasies were about to come true. Robert kissed her deeply and moved his hands from her arms to her waist. While never removing his stare from hers, Robert lifted Marilyn up off the couch. They kissed again as his hands moved to her buttocks. He gripped them tight and lifted Marilyn up. Her legs naturally wrapped around Robert as he walked toward the back of the apartment, heading for the bathroom.

Robert removed Marilyn's blouse, her skirt, stockings and bra. Now, she stood there in front of him clad in only her white lace panties. The length of time he took ogling her near naked body started to make Marilyn nervous. He stood, completely still, staring at her. When he finally moved to walk around her, she felt herself jump, her skin break out in goose bumps. Robert moved silently around Marilyn, not touching any part of her body. Suddenly, he grasped the back of her string bikini panties and pulled hard. The strings on the side ripped in half. The panties pulled away from Marilyn's body violently, causing her to lose her balance momentarily. She stumbled, grasping the counter top to compose herself. "I won't let you fall" Robert stated, very matter of factly from behind her. She felt somehow comforted by that fact.

Robert guided Marilyn into the shower. He told her to stand still. He closed the curtain and left the room. As Marilyn stood there in the shower, with no water running, she started to think of ways to force him to leave. This waiting was driving her insane. What was he doing? Where had he gone? Did he leave the apartment? Just then, Robert returned. He reached one hand into the shower, behind the curtain and turned the shower on, full blast, freezing cold.

Marilyn shrieked and moved toward the back of the shower to try to avoid the water. Robert stepped in behind her and held her close to him in a very comforting embrace. He had taken his clothes off to expose a very well endowed, very capable looking body. He then pushed her away from him, hands on her hips, forcing her to stand under the cold water. He explained he wanted her clean and fresh. With Marilyn facing him, he told her to bend over. She complied, exposing very sensitive areas of her body to the coldness. Robert spread her ass cheeks apart as far as he could and began rubbing his hand along the middle of them, teasing her asshole with an index finger every now and then. He reached for the soap and lathered his hands. He then began washing the cleft of her ass.

Marilyn was very uncomfortable and not very stable in this bent over position. But as Robert's hands began running slippery soap between her cheeks, each time getting closer to her pussy, she felt somewhat aroused. Robert then slid his hand all the way down to lather the soap into Marilyn's lower lips. He teased her clit and then ran the length back to her asshole which he also teased. To Marilyn's surprise he didn't make her stand like that for long. He rinsed her off and allowed her to stand erect once more. She stole a glance at his large penis as her head lifted past and felt a shiver at the thought of what he intended to do with it.

After Robert toweled Marilyn dry, he led her into her own bedroom. He had already pulled the covers back and fluffed the pillows. He told her to climb into the bed and cover up so he could tuck her in. She looked at him, confused and he simply stared back at her. So, she climbed in. He leaned over, kissed her on the cheek, looked directly into her eyes and said. "You can trust me." A shiver of fear ran up Marilyn's spine and she wondered whether or not she would live through this experience.

(Marilyn thanked all that was good then for not allowing her to go completely insane with fear that night. Thinking back now, she remembered how very frightened she had been. If it weren't for the fear however, she may not have remembered every detail quite so well. It was those details that were causing the wetness between her thighs right now. While her left hand began exploring her breasts with more interest, her right hand began a path south. She wanted to touch herself, to make herself orgasm, but she took things slowly. She let the memories continue to play out in her head, unhurried and very detailed.)

After lying in bed for what seemed like an eternity with her ears peeled, Marilyn decided to get up and investigate. Robert had left the room and hadn't made a sound since. She pulled the covers back, let her legs fall over the side of the bed and began to rise. The door flew open, Robert leapt on top of her, his hand over her mouth, pushing her on to her back once again. Marilyn's heart was racing from both the still, silent wondering and then the unexpected attack. Not being able to breathe fully, due to Robert's hand over her mouth and partially blocking her nose, she felt she might pass out. Panic took over then and Marilyn began to squirm and tried to fight Robert off. His maniacal laughing was the last thing she heard as she slipped down the dark tunnel of faintness.

As Marilyn came too, she could feel a soft hand stroking her cheek. As she remembered why she had passed out, she realized she could not move her arms or legs. Just then the soft hand smacked her cheek, causing her to open her eyes quick. Not hard, just loud. Robert was kneeling over her, once again stroking the same cheek. Her hands and feet were bound to the bed somehow. She was confused and not completely alert. Robert stated that it was time to start the fun. He told her to lay quietly or he would gag her as well. She desperately wanted to scream, wanted to run away. She could not.

Robert laid on top of her full length. His weight felt somehow comforting to Marilyn. He slid his hands beneath her back and held her firm. It was just a simple hug, but it seemed to excite Marilyn more than she was willing to admit. He began gently kissing her neck with small, grade school pecks. He released one arm from below her and lightly explored her breast with it while he continued to softly kiss her neck and earlobe. Marilyn's nipple responded at once. She felt the shiver spread throughout her chest. She felt the tightening of the skin ending in the hard tip of her left breast. Robert paused and looked down to view this erect nipple as if it was the first he had ever seen. He caressed it, pinched it, watched goose bumps spread over the breast. In a whisper, barely audible to Marilyn, Robert breathed "This is going to be more fun than I thought."

Robert raised up on to his knees, his hard prick pointing to the ceiling. Marilyn jumped and tried to recoil. Robert grinned an evil grin of the likes Marilyn had never seen before. He then dove in. It seemed as if he were trying to smother himself with her crotch. His tongue delved inside Marilyn's already moist cunt as his nose ground into her clit. She could feel him straining, trying to taste her as deeply as he could. His grinding hurt Marilyn and excited her at the same time. He pulled his tongue out and began lapping at her pussy as if it were the best thing he had ever tasted. Long ravenous laps, starting at the skin between Marilyn's asshole and cunt and ending at the top of her cleft. He was lapping at her as if he were a dog who hadn't eaten in days. Marilyn's clit was standing as erect as it ever had. No one had ever devoured her this way before, so close to pain, but so intensely uninhibited. She could control herself no longer. She felt her ass cheeks tighten to press her pelvis into his face. Just as she began to feel this extremely quick orgasm begin to rock her body, Robert slammed his tongue into her pussy once again, nose grinding on her swollen clit. Marilyn could feel her muscles clenching against his tongue as the waves of orgasm took over. She was sure to keep quiet however, not wanting to be gagged. She had to stifle what she thought might've been very loud yelps of pleasure.

Marilyn had never cum that quickly before and was shocked she had at all, given her current situation. After her body stopped bucking, Robert pulled away from her. He was standing at the end of the bed, looking very upset. Marilyn realized she may have just done something wrong. "I didn't give you permission to cum yet." Robert stated, sounding very perturbed. He frightened her. She wanted to be let go, set free. She wanted to have some form of control over this situation. Something told her she would never have control again.

(Marilyn's fingers found the folds of her womanhood. They played along the outer lips slowly, meticulously, not wanting to rush things. Her left hand was now caressing her belly, moving down to help her right as her breath started to deepen. Her eyelids closed half-way when she allowed one finger to spread her lips apart and feel the wetness now oozing out of her. She pressed this finger against her clit and shivered. The memories continued to flood in.)

Robert told Marilyn he would let that slide once. The next time she experienced orgasm without his permission, he intended to make her pay for it. Marilyn believed him. She opened her mouth to apologize and closed it quickly when Robert said, "Don't say a fucking word for the rest of the night." She nodded that she understood and Robert smiled at her. He had a beautiful smile. He seemed very innocent and charming when he smiled. This frightened Marilyn even more.

Robert mounted Marilyn and held her face in his hands. He stared into her eyes and told her she was beautiful. He continued to stare at her as his cock began pressing against her vagina. Marilyn was still very wet from her orgasm and Robert slid the head of his prick inside her outer lips. With almost precision pressure he entered her, very slowly. Inch after inch, Marilyn could feel his cock slide against the inner walls of her pussy. His length seemed to never end. His girth was amazing, filling her completely. Robert's hips finally met hers and he pressed in hard. When he could push no further, he pulled out just as slowly as he had entered. Robert ran the length of his cock in and out of Marilyn's cunt this way eight or nine times, just as slowly as the first. He filled her completely, then left her empty over and over again. Just as Marilyn allowed her eyes to close part way and feel without seeing, Robert slammed his cock deep inside of her, hard, wrapping his hands around her neck. Marilyn's eyes shot open in surprise, her mouth formed an "o" and she almost let out a shocked sound. The look on Robert's face had changed to one of complete determination. He was strangling her and slamming his cock to the hilt over and over again. His eyes were open wide, his jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. His hands were so tight around Marilyn's neck, she feared she would lose consciousness again. Robert threw his head back and screamed out in release, his cock as deep inside Marilyn as her body would allow, his hands clenched on to her neck. He remained in that position for what seemed like a full minute, Marilyn's sight fading with each passing second, when suddenly he collapsed, releasing his grip on her neck. He fell onto her, dripping with sweat and heaving for every breath just as Marilyn was fighting for her own.

As their breathing slowed together, Robert reached up to release the Velcro strap holding one of Marilyn's arms. He held her arm in place for a moment, then brought it down to her side. He lifted away from her and brought her hand to his mouth. He gently kissed each of her fingers and then the back of her hand. He turned her hand over and placed it over his mouth. He raised his eyes to hers and looked at her for a moment. With that, he dropped her hand on to her belly and got off of the bed. He told her to wait five minutes before releasing the rest of her limbs. He explained to her he was going to leave then and would be back... Someday soon. As he walked out the bedroom door, he smiled and said "Thank you."

(Marilyn was now feverishly rubbing her clit, legs spread open on the bed. Her body was aching to unleash in a frenzy of orgasm. Sweat poured from her neck, natural lubricant poured from her pussy, and tears poured from her eyes. She grabbed and groped at her breasts, belly and hips with her free hand. Her ass cheeks were tight, pushing her mound into the rubbing of her hand. She felt the first wave of intense heat rush through her belly, her whole body seemed to relax for a moment as she inhaled deeply. Marilyn had reached that moment at the beginning of orgasm which she loved so much and wished could go on for hours or days. But before she could revel in it, her entire body tightened up, her back arched, her hips started to buck in motion with her hand as she was rocked with each wave of ecstasy.)

As Marilyn unbound herself from the bed, she didn't know which was stranger, him not warning her not to call the police, or her not rushing to do so. With a mild sense of amusement and an overwhelming sense of confusion, she chuckled under her breath. In no way did she find these events at all humorous, but bewildering and surreal. Marilyn did not hurry to the phone. She sat on the bed until her legs regained their feeling. She stood and tested their strength. As she stepped into the shower, she decided not to call the authorities at all. They would just make her feel naïve and stupid for inviting a perfect stranger into her home. Especially one who she originally thought had been following her. She would chalk it up to a lesson learned. After all, she wasn't hurt, and she actually enjoyed parts of it.

(Marilyn wondered when she would see Robert again…)