Misty sat on the couch, watching a movie. She loved
Interstellar
, but she couldn't concentrate tonight. She tapped her foot nervously, looking behind her every few minutes. She kept checking her phone, knowing there would not be any updates for her, but she found herself doing it continuously. It was the unknown that was messing with her head.
A week ago, she had sat down with her boyfriend, Adam. The two had been together for a little over a year now, and the sex had become stale. Adam had a routine that he liked to do. It wasn't that he was bad in bed, it was that she had seen this show a hundred times now. She calmly explained to him that they needed to spice things up. She was a sexual creature and loved having sex with him, but she also needed something new, something adventurous, something exciting. They brainstormed for a while, throwing out suggestions to each other. Adam had suggested bringing one of his friends into the bedroom. His best friend Ryan always had a thing for Misty, but held back out of respect for Adam. Misty rejected this idea, since she had no interest in going down that route. Eventually, Adam came up with a brilliant idea.
One of Misty's taboo fantasies had always been somebody breaking into their house and forcing himself on her. She thought the idea of some man taking her against her will was incredibly hot. Adam threw out the idea that, for the next week, they could not see each other and not speak. Then, during the weekend, he would at some point sneak back into her house. He wouldn't tell her when, and fuck her the way an intruder would. Misty was immediately drawn to the idea.
They decided to set out some rules for the interaction. During the weekend, Misty couldn't leave the house until Adam had come by. She was to remain in clothes that would be easy for him to remove quickly. Misty had opted for a basic spaghetti strap top, no bra, and a thong. Neither one was allowed to call or text the other during the week, thereby building the anticipation. Adam would come by sometime between Friday after work and Sunday before 10 pm. During the scene, they would both play their parts without breaking character, him the remorseless rapist and her the unwilling victim. They had settled on
coconut
as a safe word and had discussed the limits beforehand. Lastly, they would record it so they could watch it back later. Adam would wear his GoPro so that they could experience it all again from his POV. After they had everything planned out, Adam said goodbye to her, and that was the last time she saw him.
It was currently 11 pm on Saturday. All she could think about the last two days was this scenario they were going to play out. She had been leaking the whole time. Her pussy was so wet on Friday at work that halfway through the day, she had to go to the bathroom and throw them out. It had only gotten worse since then. Today, she had been so full of excitement that she had to rub her clit three times already just to keep herself from going crazy. She did feel a bit disappointed. She had thought that he would have stopped in by now.
She tried not to be negative. Adam still had all of tomorrow to play out her fantasy. If anything, she was just making it worse for herself by staying up late. If she went to bed now, then tomorrow would come faster. She shut off the TV and headed upstairs. She stripped off all her clothes and climbed into bed. She lay there, unable to fall asleep. Her mind was still too busy trying to imagine what he was going to do. Her pussy lubricated itself again and she knew there was no way she was going to get some rest if she didn't take care of it.
For the fourth time that day, she let her fingers dance across her clit. She closed her eyes and imagined his rough hands all over her, throwing her around the room, holding her legs open while he thrusted into her, making her suck her juices off of his cock, forcing her to kneel in front of him while he nutted right onto her tongue. Her orgasm built up in her quickly, and suddenly she was in the throes of ecstasy, shuddering and letting out little whines as she let her body relax. She wasn't sure when it happened, but very soon after, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
She awoke at 3 am to a gloved hand covering her mouth. Her eyes popped open, and through the moonlight cascading into the room, she saw a naked man standing before her, a ski mask covering his face. She tried to scream, but only a muffled cry could escape. She swung at the man in front of her, trying to strike him. She was so scared and confused that she had forgotten for a moment about their scenario. After a few seconds, it all came flooding back to her, and she knew she was in safe hands. Still, her heart raced in her chest. She saw the blade flash in front of her face, and her eyes widened as far as they could go.
"Quiet," the intruder growled. "Don't make me use this!"
Misty's pussy began gushing. Her chest flushed, and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. Yes, this was exactly the type of excitement she had been craving. Already, Adam was playing the part so well. He grabbed her by her throat and pulled her out of bed. Misty went tumbling over the side, falling hard onto the floor, smashing her hip. She didn't even have time to concern herself with the pain as he pushed her back, pinning her to the bed frame.
"Stupid little bitch, all alone."
Adam's voice sounded gravelly, like he was trying to cover it up. It was a nice touch.
"I have something for you. You are going to take it all. You are going to do everything I tell you to, or I am going to hurt you."
Misty's fear was real. She knew that it was planned, but in the moment, she did feel like she was in danger. Adam grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head towards him, pushing his cock into her mouth. Misty sucked it, bobbing her head quickly on his tip, worried what he would do if she didn't give a good performance. She grabbed hold of his shaft and stroked it while using her lips to massage the glands. He moaned deeply, enjoying the feeling. Misty reached up with her other hand and cupped his balls, rubbing them softly to stimulate him even more.
After a couple of minutes, he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed himself in further. Misty struggled on his dick as her gag reflexes kicked in. She choked on it a couple of times, a tear running down her cheek, but he held her in place. When she began to thrash, he let her up. She coughed hard, burping a couple of times. When she looked back at him, he rubbed his cock along her face, smearing it with her saliva and his precum. It was so humiliating, but so hot. Then he jammed it back into her mouth. He repeated the process a few times until he was satisfied, then he held his cock in front of her, forcing her to lick his head sensually.
"Worship my cock, slut," he said.
She grabbed it with trembling hands and proceeded to rub it all over her lips, kissing it and sucking on his balls. She treated it tenderly, showing it the respect it deserved. Misty was amazed by Adam's performance. He was dominant and just the right amount of aggressive. She had never seen this side of him. He usually took charge in the bedroom, but never to this extent.
